A funny thing happened.. pt 3 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened.. pt 3

... there was a lot of that in Gymnasia, and a little of it in me, and, yeah, it turned me on to think that Sim might still be just a little afraid of me. But in the end, I wanted a man fucking me, not a slave licking my boots. I needed to drive Sim wild with lust, not terrify him into submission. Besides, do you know how much all that leather shit costs? So I'd finally decided on a kind of camisole/garter belt arrangement. Black lace cups didn't quite hide my nipples, and a matching black lace panel came to a point just below my bellybutton. The panel and the bottom hem were trimmed with scarlet piping, and there was a decorative little scarlet bow between my breasts, and at the end of each garter strap. The straps held up black fishnets with lace tops. I'd finished up with some trashy black 4" fuck-me pumps, and a sheer black thong. I'd shaved my pussy bare like a good little slut, and I wanted to make sure Sim appreciated it. He did. I watched him take me in, saw his jaw drop slightly as his eyes found my breasts. It dropped a little more as he noticed my nipples through the lace, and by the time he'd worked out what he was seeing through the thong, I had decided to close his mouth for him. Didn't want the poor guy to catch flies. I sauntered up to him slowly, letting my hips roll and my tits jiggle: "Hello, Philia. Hello, Vibrata." thrown over the shoulder. Then I stopped directly in front of Sim. With the heels, I was all of 6'3". Sim's eye-line was about level with my ...

... collarbone. I put a red-painted fingernail under his chin, and raised his head until he was staring directly into my eyes. In my most seductive purr, I whispered: "Hello, Pseudolus." Then I leaned in and kissed him—Sim Brownstone, the short, barrel-shaped, middle aged man, about whom I'd fantasized for more than a month—full on the mouth. His lips were warm, and a little salty. He tasted good. He felt good, and I wanted more. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue against his lips: tap, tap; open up. He did, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth exploring, tasting, caressing. I felt his hands on my back as he pulled me into his body. My breasts flattened against his chest. Lower, and I could feel first the softness of his belly and then hard, singer's abs under the slight paunch. I'd never been intimate with an older man, and I found this combination of hard and soft...touching, comforting, even exciting in a way—different from the young hardbodies I was used to, but no less masculine—and maybe just because I knew and wanted the man kissing me so passionately—no less sexy. Lower still and there was no question of softness. I could feel the tip of Sim's cock against my thigh. I dropped my hands to his ass, bent my knees until I could feel the ridge of his erection against the front of my thong, and ground hard against him. My cunt was hot and drenched, and I felt a rush of power. I was Gymnasia, Wonder Slut: the hottest whore in the brothel! I could have any man at my feet with a ...