The demise of a once happy marriage. - Sex Stories

The demise of a once happy marriage.

... you have to find a rhythm for breathing as I push against your throat. If you get it right , when you breath in, I will push a little harder, when I pull out, you expel your breath and then breathe in quick. The secret of being a good cocksucker is how you breath. And baby you are going to be the best'. Sylvia was struggling. She was so eager to please her friend but was terrified of this huge thing prodding her throat. She tried to slow her breathing down as he instructed but with a heart beating like hers was, it wasn't easy. His words of encouragement were helping her. What a wonderful mas he is. She took a deep breath and opened her windpipe at just the right moment as he pushed his meat into her throat. She felt ill and sick...but held it. He pulled out and she did exactly like he said. Exhale and inhale. In the cock went again and out again. Exhale inhale. As long as this momentum stayed the same....she could do it. So far so good. Jackson had played this game many times. He gave her her tuition in how he wanted her to give him felatio and left her think she had done good. He didn't want her to know the truth about really happened. There was another day tomorrow. ' Sylvia, that was the best blow job I've ever had' he lied. 'Thank you. Do you like your pussy licked, I'd love to lick you and please you. Good sex is all about pleasing each other.' By now Sylvia was a total wreck. From arriving to discuss her project, she had since had her arse fondled, her mouth invaded ...

... twice, first by his tongue. Then his monster cock, and now he expects me to make more rational discicions about more oral sex. Not waiting for an answer, he pushed her back on his desk again lifted her feet over his shoulders and sunk his mouth onto her soaking wet crotch. ' Sylvia are you ok?' He asked quietly, again in a manner that through the onus on her, should it all wrong. ' are you ok for me eating your cunt' ? ' you are very wet, do you want me to stop? 'It's good it's good. Please don't stop' Sylvia was so near. So near to a place she had never dreamed existed. She was on a plateau newly formed on this cloud she was drifting on. Her previous orgasms left her feeling like she was playing the violin. This was an orchestra. It was starting in her head....or was it her tummy...maybe her legs and arms tingled why was her body going into spasm.???????? All she felt was this soft biting on her bud. This snake licking the inside of her most private place. Growing ....growing ....growing then bells in her head, the snake was deeper, her bud was screaming. She felt water rushing, she couldn't breathe. Breathe. Breathe. She then gave an almighty wail and continuous shreak Then passed out. Jackson had made more street wise women than Sylvia pass out on his tongue. She didn't stand a chance. Poor girl. Hahahaha. He looked down on his latest conquest and opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He lifted her legs to one side and exposed her perfect derrière ...