Riding Out The Storm - Sex Stories

Riding Out The Storm

... Kissing was always one of my favorite things, especially with a man who has his hands on my tits. Hungrily, I went for his lips and sent my tongue swirling around his as my nails raked down his chest and abdomen, leaving a bright red trail to his towel before I yanked it free of his body. Feeling eroticized by the hunger that was now getting the best of me, I did what most men only fantasize about—and only very few get to experience. I wrapped my fist around his cock, stroking it as I went to my knees in front of him. Holding his cock with a firm grip, I lifted it high to expose his large hairy ball-sac. Rounding my lips over one of his balls, I sucked it into my mouth and used my tongue to swab it with delicious little swirls. I could tell he liked it when I heard him respond with an intake of breath. I continued to alternately suck and lick his balls while stroking his cock for a few minutes until he remembered my name by calling it out with a deep sensuous sigh. When my hunger led me to his cock, I opened my hand and began licking the vein leading up to the head that crowned his shaft before taking it into my mouth the same way I did his balls. “Oh baby…suck it!” I heard him say. And I did, letting my mouth slide up and down his shaft, licking it as I sucked. And while I sucked, I gently reached under and massaged his saliva-moistened ball sac, and proceeded on, rubbing my finger against his perineum. I gave him more than one man can bargain for, grabbing hold of his ass ...

... and squeezing it while gently biting down on his cock, my tongue teasing the head. Surely, it was the sensual hunger within me that brought me to my knees, but the fun of pleasuring him was making my pussy steam. Every ounce of me was begging to have him right where it mattered most. Inside my pussy. As much as I loved sucking his delicious tasting cock, my pussy was winning the battle. As quickly as I sank to my knees earlier, I rose back up on my feet, staring him in the eyes. “Fuck me!” I said to him, my voice sounding husky. He put his hand between my legs, testing my wetness. “I want to eat that pussy first,” he said while basting his fingers with my juices. “Fuck me!” I persisted. Being a woman who is used to getting a man to see things my way, I was surprised when he took me by my arm and dragged me into the bedroom, then pushed me down on the bed while saying, “Not until I eat you.” Feeling turned on by his head-strong persistence, I didn’t resist when he grabbed hold of my legs, splaying them until the sides of my knees were touching the mattress. A shameless smile curled the corners of my mouth as I watched his eyes enjoying the sight of my pink gash before his face neared the heat of my crotch. His lips grazed the tender flesh of my inner thighs and a moment later I felt his tongue licking my pussy, flicking against my clit, sucking, licking, and biting my pussy lips. It was thrilling to feel my pussy throb against his tongue. He made my hips buck and my body crave ...