Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

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I continued kissing, though; I wanted more from this woman and made my feelings known with the gentleness of my actions now – soft kisses licking along her pussy lips, gradually angling my attention closer to her clitoris.

After several deliberate and tormenting misses, I finally connected with my target and pushed hard against it, to Jen’s approval, “Oh, God – Fuck – Fuck yes… lick it for me, baby.”

Circling her clit and lapping up and down, I built my speed until I was finally rapidly vibrating the tip of my tongue against her sweetest spot. The grip on my head was so fierce now that Jen’s fingers would leave marks, but I didn’t hesitate in my motion for even a heartbeat as I felt Jen quivering against my touches.

“I’M CLOSE,” Jen moaned loudly, near breathless, “I’m so fucking close…”

I focused all attention on Jen’s clit now, flicking it rapidly with force as if my life depended on getting her off.

“OH, FUCK,” she shouted into the night air, certainly loud enough to be heard by anyone in the corridor that led to the bathrooms ofThe Rebuplic,“…I’M CUMMING!...”

I kept my attention on her clit, maintaining the full force of my stimulation, as she rode out her orgasm against my face, feeling the result against my chin this time, where it was sure to drip on my work clothes.

Jen took several deep breaths as her orgasm subsided and then pulled my head up, away from her pussy, bringing our lips together to kiss me with passion, whispering as we were ...

... face to face, “That was fucking incredible.”

Given the chance, I’d have spent all night with my head between Jen’s legs eating her pussy, but she’d demanded speed, so that’s what I’d given her.

“OK…” Jen said, the ferocity of her kissing relenting as she pushed me back from her. I took the word and motion to mean, ‘OK, it’s time to go,’ and stood, my hard-on raging and again standing like a pole between us.

As I made to… – well, to cover myself in some way, Jen shook off the motion and finished her sentence, “…it’s yourDARE now.”

“My…” I started but faltered in hesitation; conscious of the time, the location – that Jen’s fucking parents were sitting at a table in my bar– I blurted out the first thought to pulse its way up from my cock, “OK, turn around, bend over, push your arse out; let me fuck you.”

Jen didn’t need to be told twice and immediately spun around, pulling her dress higher still, tight under her breasts to keep the fabric away from any dirt on the crates as she bent over and braced herself.

“How do you want it?” I asked, rubbing myself against Jen’s pussy lips, mixing her wetness with the precum which had been oozing from cock in a continuous stream to lubricate the head of my penis before penetrating her.

I knew from our past encounters that Jen considered my cock large based on her experience, but she’d also been very clear that she limited vaginal intercourse to only herboyfriend – I wasn’t sure if, after three purely sexual meetings, we ...