The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 3

... read your stories.” “Now that does surprise me. Your mother didn’t tell me anyway.” “Mom wanted it to be a surprise. I got them attached to a mail. I think that you are gifted indeed, like she said. They are fantastic and sizzling hot. I’ve been reading them from the screen, so that my hands were free to move to the parts of my body that were screaming for attention, my legs wide open and lying on either side of the screen. You have given me a lot of pleasure, including intense orgasms, so you will be getting rewards. Very soon.” I thanked her for her kind words and began to comprehend what Claudia meant; I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in my trunks. They were not able to conceal anything and the magic flute had already worked itself into daylight. Which obviously did not go unnoticed. “That is a lovely sight,” she said, “but it’s far more convenient without those trunks. Why don’t you take them off? I would very much like to see all of that instrument of joy and lust.” Any resistance was pointless. I was in her power and she was well aware of that. And I couldn’t care less anymore. The rod was happy to be released. “Look at that! He is beautiful indeed.” She rose and went on, “Believe it or not, I did not plan what I’m about to do, at least not at this stage, but I cannot resist the temptation. I’ll give you a small taste of what I have in store for you.” She squatted between my legs and took the hard wand into her mouth. Again I had to look around to make sure I was ...

... still on the surface of the earth. Cupping my balls she sucked and licked expertly for a few minutes. Then she got up and screwed her tongue into my mouth. “There is plenty to follow,” she said with a naughty smile after breaking the kiss. “We have sufficient time ahead of us. Maybe I will stay one more night. Shall I get you another beer?” It seemed that the magic flute was going to be pampered like never before and would work overtime. I thought it would be sensible to cool down a bit, but when she returned that wasn’t made easy. She shifted her chair a bit and after she was seated, she parted her legs, just enough to treat me to a delicious view straight into her hot pants. Her eyes were registering the movements of mine and she smiled. Then the legs were crossed again. “Would you please tell me a bit about your writing? I mean the process… It must be terribly exciting.” “It certainly is. But that excitement also has an inherent danger.” “In what sense?” “When you are writing the kind of tales we are talking about, it is easy to get turned on by your own sentences, up to a point when you are tempted to take off your clothes and continue typing with one hand, whereas the other is doing something else. More than once I have split the screen into two halves, one for the word processor and the second for sexy pictures. In that state of mind you run the risk of producing pieces of text that become darlings, as one of my peers called them; paragraphs that you fall in love with, ...