Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... for indulging his fetish. "No need to thank me," I said, my smile playful. "I'm going to love licking this whipped cream off your cock."

My words seemed to unleash a wild need in Patrick. I could sense he was struggling to keep his speed down as we drove toward his place. Once we finally arrived, neither of us spoke until he'd unlocked his apartment door and opened it for me to step inside. He'd left a small lamp on in the living room, and I looked around long enough to see that his apartment was surprisingly neat for a man who lived alone. "I love your place," I said.

"Thank you," he replied, then pulled me to him with a force that made me gasp. His mouth was hard and demanding on mine. As his lips traveled along the length of my neck, he said, "I feel like I should be polite and show you around."

"I just want to see the bedroom right now." I held onto the grocery bag while Patrick led me down the hall. In moments, he'd turned on another lamp, this one beside his perfectly made bed. He waited just long enough for me to place the whipped cream and strawberries on the table. Then he drew me into his arms. His hands were all over me, caressing my hips and squeezing my ass. Again we kissed as he slid his palms over my belly. He made no attempt to hide how much he loved the feel of my body. By the time he cupped my breasts, my nipples were hard, begging to be touched.

Though I noticed Patrick trembling a little from his excitement, he didn't hurry while undressing ...

... me. For the first time in my life, I stood half-naked before a man and felt no urge to cover myself. He began breathing faster as I reached behind me to unclasp my black bra. Once I removed it, Patrick gathered my breasts in his hands. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured. My tits were big enough for him to easily press them together until my nipples touched. My areolas were a pale pink, while the nipples themselves were a deeper rose color. Lowering his head, he circled his lips around both peaks, lashing them with his tongue. I let out a lust-filled moan as I wove my fingers through his hair. Patrick's mouth made eager suckling noises, as if he couldn't get enough of my tits.

I was now so wet, the crotch of my panties was saturated. "I want you to get undressed for me," I told Patrick, my voice quaking a bit. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, I leaned against the bed for balance as I took off the strappy heels. Then I turned my back to him so he could get a nice view of my curvy ass while I removed my underwear. Patrick seemed to be a fan of the thigh-high stockings, so I left those on.

"I'm so hard for you, Greer." His words came out as a kind of growl. I sensed him draw closer, but I didn't give him a chance to touch me. Instead, I sat on the edge of his bed and spread my legs, letting him see my shaved pussy. "Fuck, I love how wet you are!"

When I teased him by parting my outer lips to reveal my slick inner folds, he set about stripping in record time. I ...