Loving the Ultra Rich Lifestyle - Sex Stories

Loving the Ultra Rich Lifestyle

... letting her fingers do the cleanup. As for me, she could bring me off with her hand in the blink of an eye and did on almost every date. Later I jokingly accused her of literally being afraid of my monster cock inside her. Shelly admitted to me, she feared intercourse and her fear dominated her mind to the point that she refused even to let me touch her pussy. She went to the gynacologist who confirmed that she had a very tight vagina which is why she feels pain when the penis touched the outside part of the vagina, that was the real reason Shelly remained single, not in a relationship and limited dating for thirty two years. Her first intercourse in her late twenties was so painful, she refused to have sex. Then when I tried to have intercourse with her and failed to penetrate her, her fear was back. When she got herself the permanent birth control procedure, she begin to think about trying intercourse again. but I was already starting to shake. Shelly had bought a simple and very inexpensive negligee, pure white and totally transparent. She still had it in mind that this is, for all practical purposes, going to be her wedding night. When she put it on she looked at herself in the mirror for at least the tenth time since she had bought it. Nothing had changed but her confidence. What if I didn't like it? What if I didn't like her! She had brought along a nice but thin bed cover, too. She wanted to make sure there were no tell-tell signs for anyone to see. Gingerly, she ...

... opened the door and walked out. My mouth fell open and the silence is dreadful! Finally, I tried to speak. It didn't work well for me. I'm stuttering. " O-o-o-o-h-h-h, m-y-y-y-y, G-o-o-d-d-d," I whispered. Shelly just turned and walked back into the bedroom. I approached her very slowly, as if I was stalking her. I thought it isn't for real. I lifted her top off slowly, snaking my hands down the sides of her body, slipping my fingers beneath the fabric. " Your skin is so soft," I murmured against her throat. I lifted the cloth up to the bottom of her breasts and kissed them tenderly. She sighs heavily when I run my tongue on the underside of the soft, sensitive skin as I lifted her top further up. I lifted it up and off, tossing it to the floor then lowered her down to the cover and kissed her, pressing my bare hairy chest against her. The warm flesh-on-flesh contact is incredible and gives her chills all over. I ran my hands over her breasts and stroked her nipples. My lips made their way from her mouth down to the open space in the center of her chest, my tongue passing over to her right nipple, circling it delicately. Shelly whimpers as I put my entire mouth over it, sucking. As she begins writhing beneath me, I stop and switch to the other side. She threw her arms around my neck and held me close to her. My hands gently cup her breasts, my left hand fondling her nipple. As her hardened tip slips from my mouth I kiss her abdomen and then her navel. My tongue plays with her soft ...