A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen - Sex Stories

A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen

... clear-thinking person probably would have turned the TV off. I’m not sure why I didn’t. But as we now both stood in awe of the sex scene unfolding before us, I took note of three things. The first was that my cock was straining against the confines of my khakis. The second was that I could smell just how aroused Karen had become. The third was that we had somehow come to be standing right next to each other; so close that I could feel her body heat. The scene on screen suddenly shifted. I turned to face Karen just as she turned to face me. Because we were so close, we ran into each other. There was no way that she didn’t feel my erection brush across the front of her skirt. I definitely felt her erect nipples pushing into my chest. She looked down at our waists, then up into my eyes. “Is there any way that we can work this out that doesn’t involve money?” I reached under the back of her skirt and grabbed her ass with my left hand, pulling her in tighter as I ran my right hand up her side and found an unfettered breast. Taking the nipple between my fingers, I gently twirled it through the thin material of her shirt. “I think that could be arranged.” I took a step back and unbuttoned her blouse, then spread it open. Her breasts looked different when she was standing; but, if anything, better. I was right about the size. The application of gravity exerted a slight downward pull on the underside, causing her nipples to have a slight skyward tilt that made them look adorable. I ...

... couldn’t resist as I resumed tweaking one nubbin while I took the other in my mouth. Karen used one hand to direct my oral assault from left to right and back, moaning as I gently bit, tongued, and sucked each tit in turn, leaving my hands free to caress her hind-quarters; occasionally running a finger up and down her ass-crack. Her breasts sufficiently tended to, Karen guided my head up so that our lips met. Meanwhile, she used her other hand to stroke my hard-on through my pants, moaning into my mouth as she felt its dimensions. Breaking our kiss, she said, “I’m not sure that’s going to fit.” Kneeling, she undid my pants and pulled them down, followed by my underwear. My cock sprang forward, almost hitting her in the face. As she started stroking it, I glanced over at the porn still running on the TV, and noticed that the girl looked very similar to Karen, and was also dressed in a skirt with no panties and an open blouse. Her suitor had her bent over the back of the couch in his living room, her skirt flipped up over her ass, and he was diddling her clit as he ran his tongue up and down her slit again. In a flash of inspiration, I pulled Karen to her feet and led her around to the back of my couch. We were now both facing the screen, and I bent her over the back of my couch, flipped up her skirt, and started eating her pussy. She looked up at the screen, and suddenly realized what I was doing; I was doing her the way the guy on screen was doing his girl. She turned back and ...