Glamour Shots, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 24

... sleepily at first, but soon responded willingly and eagerly, meeting my touch and then my thrusts as we coupled. She was liquid heat, her own arousal and my final ejaculate of a few hours earlier making her slick and ready, and her velvety wetness bathed my aching cock in welcoming warmth. We made love, both of us hot and sweaty and deeply aroused, and it went on and on, our bodies moving as one, moving in that way that only two people who are intimately familiar with each other can accomplish. We touched and kissed, whispered and sighed, moaned and cried out with the things we were doing to each other, the sensations we created. With my achingly aroused cock inside of her and the fingers of one hand at her smooth, wet sex, I gave her orgasms that were small but numerous, and clearly appreciated. When mine hit it was a long, slow surge, as if her body was pulling the sensations from throughout my own, into my lower abdomen, and then out through my hard cock in an intensely pleasurable rush. My muscles locked and my body rigid, I held myself deep inside of her as I felt that rush leave my body and flood into hers; despite the fact that it was my third orgasm in the last several hours I overflowed her, my constant arousal during the night apparently leaving my reserves replenished. I felt the thick leakage of my own cum on my scrotum and thigh, and on my fingers, where I used it to further slicken her clit as I fingered her to one last shuddering orgasm. After, when my ...

... depleted cock slipped out of her, we fell asleep in that same position, her cum-slick ass nestled into my groin. It was only for perhaps an hour or so, but it was the best sleep I’d gotten all night and I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had any right to be. She joined me in the shower, as we’d discussed, something that’s usually a delightful experience now turned into a reminder of how she was planning to spend part of her day. We talked and touched and washed each other’s backs, and with her wet, soapy body rubbing against me I grew hard, but we didn’t make love. Instead, as we played and made small talk, I had images of her dressed in very little, posing for Derek, eager to behave uncharacteristically submissively and do his bidding. It disturbs me to think it, but the truth is that those thoughts and images contributed to my arousal almost as much as the presence of her slippery, luscious body did; it had been true throughout the night, and so there was no way I could deny it in the light of day. Perhaps put in a certain frame of mind by the knowledge that she was going to be modeling sexy lingerie that day, she dressed in some of her sexiest things to begin with; tiny white lace panties with transparent front and rear panels and a white demi-bra that displayed the upper curve of her breasts to fine advantage. Over those she wore a long-sleeved white sweater which buttoned up the front and was made of a soft, thin, shimmering knit that clung to her figure, and a charcoal ...