Scents And Sensuality - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensuality

... around the bed brighter than I’d expected, arranged on various chairs and tables. I looked down at my body and giggled. It was coated in streams of hardening wax, and there was so much on my breasts that I almost seemed to be wearing a wax bra. I could also just see the end of the big candle still sticking out of my vagina. I hadn’t thought about whether he was already naked too, but he was, his large penis sticking up at around 45 degrees, as it always did when he was fully aroused. He kissed at my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my soft skin. “Shall I untie you?” “In a minute, but first I need you to fuck me. Like this.” “You want this, do you?” he smiled, his penis bouncing in front of him. I thought for a moment he was going to tease me even more by refusing, but in the end he straddled me, his hairy thighs against my smooth ones. He removed the candle, and positioned his penis against the entrance to my hole, rubbing it against my labia. “Here’s something else hot and hard for you,” he smiled, and with one ...

... slick movement pushed it into me. I was so wet that it slid straight in, and I was almost coming even before he slid his hand down and stroked it up and down against my hard little clitoris. As he thrust in and out with a steady slurping sound, I let myself go and orgasmed noisily, pressing back against him so vigorously that lumps of wax broke off and fell onto the bed. He was clearly as aroused as I was, and it wasn’t long before I could tell from his face that he was about to ejaculate. With a gasp and a shudder, he shot his load of semen into me, spurt after spurt, deep and hard. I thought he was never going to stop. Finally he withdrew, his penis slick with a mixture of our juices, and began to untie me. I put my arms around him and felt the last pieces of hard wax on my breasts break between our bodies as I kissed him long and passionately. I fondled his softening penis with my hand, confident that with a bit of attention it wouldn’t be long before it was hard again. The evening wasn’t over yet by a long way.