Breasts can be a handfull - Sex Stories

Breasts can be a handfull

... undid the buttons on my shirt. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding as I exposed both my breasts. I stretched my arms upwards and clasped my hands behind my head. This pushed my breasts out further. They felt so tight and full and my nipples tingled with anticipation. "Help yourself," I said. He looked up and I could see the lust in his eyes. It was an unbelievable feeling. I looked down and could see that milk was now seeping out from each nipple. Mr. Bishop leaned in and gently cupped my breast with his hand and began sucking. He started off gently, but gradually began to suck deeper. I closed my eyes and tried to put all thoughts of sexual dreams out of my head, but it was like fighting the incoming tide. I was getting aroused again, and fast. I tried one more time to fight off the desire burning within me, but lost focus when I felt my pussy get wet again. I leaned my head back, took a deep breath, and said, "Oh Mr. Bishop... it feels so hot, so good..." The words were out of my mouth before I even knew it. His hand immediately shot out and touched my leg. That’s when I remembered I wasn’t wearing any knickers. Looking for the breast pump, I totally forgot underwear. I could feel the warmth of his hand and could feel it sliding up. I reached over and immediately grabbed his hand, in a weak attempt to stop him. I spread my legs wide for him at the same time. His hand reached my crotch with my hand in tow, he began to rub my pussy. The thought "We mustn’t" was ...

... replaced with the thought of, "I am so wet!" I took his hand off of my pussy and stood up, turning to face him. He started to protest, saying, "But you said..." but I cut him off with a throaty "Shut up and take them off." Without looking at me, he took his shoes, socks off, undid his tie, his shirt and trousers off. While I noticed his satin boxers with red poker dots, my focus quickly zoomed in on his cock once he took his boxers off. I closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy and when I opened them I saw him sitting on couch with cock hard and mouth ready to be sucking on my breasts. This made my vagina quiver with excitement. I felt so sexy, so desirable. This guy is lusting after my breasts. "Take your shirt off and come sit over me," ordered Mr. Bishop in a croaky, dry voice. He may have been dry but I certainly wasn't. I once again straddled him on the couch, and quickly positioned my pussy over his cock. He reached out for my breast and began sucking deeply as I slid down onto his cock. I quickly coated his rock-hard shaft with my wetness and began to ride him hard and fast, grinding my clit into him with every thrust. He shifted his hips slightly, re-orienting the way his cock slid into me, and by doing so, began to hit my g-spot. I moaned loudly and said, "oh fuck yes, Mr. Bishop... oh yes…" He responded with, "Oh Kiran... I want to fuck you all day long... I want you so bad." I was at a stage of wanting and lust that knew no bounds. I wanted everything possible. I had his ...