The Jones Account - Sex Stories

The Jones Account

... nodded her head in response, desperate to get back in his good graces. “That’s a good girl. Patience, my dear,” his dulcet timbre reassuring her. His fingers began to probe her again, continuing their tantalizing but cruel dance along her inner labia. He wickedly moved agonizingly slow just out of reach of her tender button. Then suddenly, she felt the pad of this thumb fondling her nub, massaging in a circle, applying ever so slight pressure each time around. Kristina bit her lip, trying frantically not to move until he said so. As the bombardment of her senses continued she abruptly became aware of a new sensation. A blazing gust of air swept across her inner thigh. He laid a small kiss on the pouty lips of her pussy, flicking his tongue quickly inside. All the while, his finger continued the barrage on her greedy clit. With his other hand, he spread her wide and ran his tongue lazily through her wetness. Kristina began to moan softly as he lapped at her honey. Her climax slowly started to build inside and she was fighting like mad to keep it at bay. Furiously she was battling the urge to thrust when he stopped, and she heard his melodic voice again. “I want you to come for me sweetheart. Come inside my mouth. I want to taste you, all of you.” He released the pressure of this thumb from her clit and replaced it with his mouth. Firmly he increased the suction as he gradually glided his finger inside her. Kristina arched her back, writhing in her fervor to push him as ...

... far into her as possible. Impulse took over and she shamelessly began bucking against his hand, his mouth continuing to suck on her bud. She felt the energy build up in her abdomen and then spread throughout her body. Just as she was about to peak, he slipped another finger inside her, causing her to crest over the edge and releasing a flow of liquid heat from her body. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure continued to hit her, but he would not relent in his sensual siege on her body. After what felt like forever, her body spent, he gradually eased up, allowing her poor, raw body to relax. He removed his fingers and took a last lap at her luscious cream. Panting, still shaking, she lay there quietly absorbing the gravity of what had just happened. But her quiet respite wouldn’t last long. “Sit up sweetie. We are far from finished.” His voice sounded like something out of a dream, a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Kristina raised her head gingerly off the desk, pure bliss coursing through her afterglow. Her skin felt tingly, and she was content if not somewhat intoxicated by the evening's events. Rising up and seeing the lustful look in his eyes stoked her passions once again. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, her legs spread, her bare cunt rubbing up against the hardness in his pants. She braced herself against his broad shoulders, and then latched on to pull him closer, but he braced his arms, and his strength kept her from reaching him ...