Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps

... to be staring after him. “You should jump him.” Sarah had stared at her friend for that one. Cheryl was adventurous, sure, always into flirting, but she’d never before suggested actually going through with anything. Still, in the end, she’d been convinced, and now here she was in Jerome’s apartment, kneeling in front of an easy chair and teasing his dick with her tongue and breasts. Jerome moaned, twitching his hips, trying to wedge his dick into her mouth. Sarah glared up at him and dug her nails into his thighs, then rewarded his enthusiasm by stroking her tits up and down his shaft, smearing spit down the skin. She let him pop out of her mouth and smiled. “Someone’s excited,” she teased. Jerome nodded. “You have no idea,” he drawled. Sarah chuckled and leaned down again, opening wide and stuffing him a little deeper into her mouth. She felt her jaw stretch - damn, he was thick! - and was about to pull back, but then she had one of those flashes. She swallowed her moan, trying not to shiver as a little spontaneous orgasm rolled through her. That was odd, she thought. It had been happening lately, often when she had one of the visual flashes and hallucinated Jake in the nude. Sarah figured that her body had decided to tell her very adamantly when she was horny. Stupid biological clock seemed not to know that she was on contraceptives. She pulled back a little and went down again, sucking Jerome’s dick until her cheeks squeezed it, and was rewarded with another tingling ...

... mini-orgasm rolling up from her pussy. Apparently her body liked sucking giant black cocks, who knew? she shrugged internally and began bobbing up and down on him, rubbing his long shaft with her tits and swallowing as much as she comfortably could of his length. Jerome groaned, gripping the armrests of his chair, and Sarah pulled back once more. She gave him a catlike grin, standing up between his spread knees, and then turned around, giving him a bit of a show as she shimmied out of her slacks and soaking wet panties and tossing them onto the pile with her jacket, shirt, and bra. Slowly, slowly she lowered herself, sitting on his lap and pressing her firm round ass back against that hot steel rod, grinding into him. “Oh babe, yer killin’ me,” Jerome complained, disappointed not to be wedged up her snatch already. “Would you rather I stop?” Sarah asked, slowly rolling her ass up and down his shaft, clenching to squeeze it between her cheeks and arching her back to brush the base against her pussy. “No ma’am,” he replied. Good boy, she thought, reaching back and pulling his arms around her. She pushed his palms against her breasts and was rewarded with more spontaneous tingling, then resumed grinding back against him. In reality, Sarah desperately wanted that big black cock inside her, but she would not give in that easily. Only sluts lie back and think of England. Sarah was no slut. She was a Lioness, and she meant to prove it. She lifted her hips and reached down and back, ...