A Patron of the Arts, Part Two – Lisa - Sex Stories

A Patron of the Arts, Part Two – Lisa

... tried to bring it out through just the slot in my jockeys and the zippered fly front of my pants. But, she soon realized that wasn’t going to work, so she undid my slacks and dropped them and my underwear to the floor. My cock bobbed under its own weight, and she was now face-to-face with eight inches of thick man-meat. I couldn’t tell if her wide eyes were a sign of amazement or admiration, but I was willing to accept either. Grasping the shaft just under the head, she held it still as she lapped up the pre-cum that had been dribbling out. Looking up, she said, “I was going to give you a blow job, but I don’t think that I can get this in my mouth. How about if I jack you off onto my tits?” I was a little disappointed at first. It had been ages since anyone had my pecker between their lips. Still, I had a hot looking, half-naked teenager on her knees in front of me, holding on to my dick and promising to let me cum on her. And it wasn’t as if I wasn’t getting any mouth action; she did kiss and lick the head and shaft, depositing a load of saliva to help her hand glide over everything. Pretty soon my dick was slick and shiny as her fingers slipped up and down; first in a blur, then lazily teasing just the coronal edge with one hand as she gently kneaded my balls with the other. She was very good at what she was doing; it wasn’t long until my hips began their own bucking. I was getting close, as evidenced by the extreme engorgement and flaring of my cock-head; which by now had ...

... attained a deep, angry, purple hue. I could feel the contractions starting in my groin, and tried to get out a warning. But the first two ropes of sperm caught Lisa by surprise, especially the quantity and velocity as they splashed against her face. But, she recovered quickly, and then aimed so that the last four blasts painted her chest and breasts. She stopped her pumping to wipe the cum from her face, which she licked off her fingers. It was then that she noticed that I was still hard and ready. “Wow,” she said in a hushed voice, “you’re still hard. Didn’t you finish cumming? I’m covered in jiz.” “As far as I know. I just seem to be able to stay hard afterward.” She had a puzzled look on her face. “I’d offer to jack you off again, but my hand is kind of tired.” Just then we heard the stairway door a few flights down open up. It was “Madame," looking for Lisa. I took that as a cue to pull my pants back up, and Lisa pulled her leotard top back over her cum-drenched tits and stood up. She leaned in and gave me one last long kiss. “I’ve got to get my boyfriend to spank me, although he’s kind of shy. Maybe I could call you if I can’t convince him.” Her voice was low and a little throaty. “By all means,” I said, squeezing her ass and then giving it one last whack. She gave my cock a final squeeze, marveling that it was still rampant. With a wistful look, she turned and started back down the stairs. I watched as her butt cheeks worked up and down in the polyester garment. “Yeah,” ...