The Match-Maker Madam - Sex Stories

The Match-Maker Madam

"Oh my God, Bella, you're the best cocksucker in the world!" Tommy Sullivan was just about to fill Bella Rossi's mouth with his load. She sat at the edge of the king-size bed, and he stood between her legs, as she engaged his weapon in an age-old battle. He was holding onto her shoulders for support, his knees weakening. Cum was right there at his slit, so hot and urgent. "Bella, oh fuck," he hissed. Tommy erupted into her mouth. She fell back on the bed, her mouth hanging open lewdly. Cum swirled over her lips, some spilling onto her chin. Bella spread her legs high and wide; her heels at the edge of the bed and her knees pointed at the ceiling. Tommy leaned forward, as she emptied cum into his mouth. He held it while he slid back down to her pussy. From his open mouth, the liquid streamed out onto her exposed clit, lubing her bush. On his knees now, he thrust his face into her crotch and forced the saliva/cum mixture into her vagina with his tongue. "Tommy, tongue me... good.” "I will," he mumbled with his mouth engaged. He pushed his tongue into her vagina, its tip sampling crevices he loved. He pushed two of his fingers through Bella's slit and also grabbed her right breast. He pinched and rotated the nipple. Bella was rotating her hips and pushing up at his mouth at the same time as she rapidly neared her climax. He found her G-spot and pushed as his fingers danced on its rough surface. "Oh fuck, you always know what to do. You know me so well, so hot, I...” and her ...

... voice trailed off. Her juice ran down, channeled out of her slit onto his waiting tongue and chin. She shuddered hard, threw her head from side-to-side and pushed his face down firmly into her pussy. "Oh shit, you bastard, don't quit, keep it up, ah..." she said as she came hard and long. Tommy pulled back quickly, pushed her back on the bed causing her legs to come up. He raised them over his shoulders and leaned his cock slowly into her slick vagina. Entering her firmly, she responded; they rode madly into a bursting, mutual climax. She clamped her thighs around him tightly as she rode her orgasm out. Tommy just held still and let her shake and roll their bodies together. Finally, he turned onto his side, reached down and pulled the light blanket over them as his head sank on the pillow. Her red hair spread out crazily. He rolled toward her and buried his nose in it. Bella's perfume was unique, he never knew the name, but he could identify it anywhere. Tommy drifted into sleep. ***** "Tommy, you awake?" whispered, Bella, about an hour later. "Uh, wha'... huh?" "Tommy, when are you gonna ask that girl to marry you?" "What girl?" She whacked him on the shoulder. "Don't be coy; you know damned good and well, 'what girl,' Micky Ranson." He leaned into her neck and started fooling around with his tongue in her ear and said, "How about today?" "No, you mean it?" she sat up quickly and looked him in the eye. "Bella, I love her completely, and you're right, she's the woman for me. It's ...