To good to be true - Sex Stories

To good to be true

... covered him up and left him alone. I tried my best to get on with some work but all the time I was fantasising about his huge cock, trying to imagine it inside me, wondering if that was even possible. My crotch was soaking and I had to go to the toilet and put some tissues in my pants. I touched my clitoris - it was deliciously swollen and I stroked it briefly, almost giving in to the temptation to bring myself off. About twenty minutes later I went back to his bed. I pulled the screens around us again and drew the bedclothes down. I expected to see a limp penis and was amazed to see that his cock was now hugely erect; thick curling veins bulged on the surface of the shaft and the head was swollen incredibly, the shining blue/purple dome was oozing a steady stream of precum onto his chest. If I didn't know it was impossible I would swear that he must have been masturbating to get into that state. I sat on the chair by his side and asked, Do you think its ever going to go down?It doesn't look like it, he said, its getting quite painful, Nurse - I really do need to pee badly. I looked at him and he seemed to be in real discomfort. The pressure of his bladder was preventing his erection from subsiding, and I suspected that he was also allowing himself to have wicked thoughts; he had certainly stiffened very rapidly when I had first held his penis. It was clear that something had to be done. I checked that the screens were secure and with my heart rate racing up I took hold of ...

... his cock, wrapping my fingers round the thick shaft as I lifted it up from his belly. He might have thought I was going to try and get him to pee again but I dispelled those ideas instantly when I started to move my hand purposefully up and down on his shaft. Ooh, Nurse! he groaned. I put the fingers of my free hand over his lips, Sssh, keep quiet! He nodded in understanding. His cock was so big I reckoned I needed to use both hands and while my right hand worked at steadily milking his shaft I wrapped my left hand round his glans, marvelling at how the initially spongy helmet stiffened and swelled to amazing hardness. I coated my fingers with his precum and smeared it gently over his glans, he shivered and moaned and I knew he was loving it. By now his cock was incredibly swollen; I couldn't believe that my fingers and thumb wrapped around it wouldn't touch! I felt dizzy with lust and excitement and started to move my hand faster, gripping the shaft tightly just below the head. He moaned softly and I looked at his face. He was breathing heavily as he watched my hand moving on him; he started to move his hips, thrusting upwards in time with my movements. Nurse, nurse! he gasped and it was clear that he was getting very close. I looked at his glans, it was alarmingly swollen, dark purple in colour like an enormous ripe plum. He groaned again and arched his hips upwards and I tightened my grip and pumped my fist on him with rapid strokes. I watched his face grimace in ecstasy and ...