Head Games - Sex Stories

Head Games

... head down toward my crotch. I figured what the fuck, he was good at giving head so I can get mine without fucking him and he is old so I know he will be done once he cums once anyway. I win, and then I go home. He unzipped my pants and rapidly pulled them down my legs. He moved my panties aside and mashed his face hard against my hot, wet, pussy. His tongue pressed on my clit as he sucked vigorously. I feel him reaching for his cock, unzipping his slacks and wiggling to free his cock. I could tell by his movement that he was stroking his cock as he devoured by pussy. I lay there with my legs spread, this mature man between my legs feasting on my wet slit as if he hadn’t eaten in days, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the event as he made me cum time after time. Soon I began to notice the change in his breathing, his movements with his hands more violent. He was beating his old cock like it had stolen something and still trying the best he could to keep his tongue fucking my pussy. Finally came the moan. He moaned and grunted and he pumped his fist full of cum. Although the head was exceptional, I consider myself a connoisseur of cum and was licking lips while at the same time telling myself I couldn’t I had to stop seeing this guy. I was only leading him on. He gave me a ride back to his car after I got dressed just as I thought he would. He and I knew he was done for the night so there was no point in me staying. I helped him save some dignity by requesting to leave. So even though I had came and came well, I left more hungry that night that when I had arrived. I needed some cock and I needed it soon.