Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

... before saying,

“Alright, if that’s what you want, go for it. I won’t move a muscle.”

“Eh, that’s not entirely true.”

She brings her hands to my shorts, pulling them down my waist and legs, exposing my growing member. She giggles in delight, taking it in her hand and lightly stroking it.

“This one seems to be moving quite a bit,” she says, giving it a light kiss, “This is always the best part of my job. Lets me know that you’re happy to see me. Now, let’s make you a bit happier.”

She brings her chest to my cock, placing it in between her boobs and sliding them up and down my length. I tilt my head back, groaning in absolute pleasure as I bring my hands behind me to balance myself. This is absolute heaven. I don’t know what those other guys she’s been with were thinking. Her chest feels fucking amazing. What brain dead lunatic would turn this down?

“I take it you like this,” she says in a sultry tone, “You like these soft boobs rubbing up and down your cock? Feels nice, huh? Well, you feel great pressed against me, too. You’re so warm and hard for me. I love the way you feel so much.”

She then leans down, sticking the tip of my dick in her mouth and lightly sucking on it as she continues stroking it with her boobs. Everything in me is being used to not bring my hands to her head and shove my entire length down her throat. This is her pleasure. This is all for her.

But she then proves that I don’t have to by bobbing her head up and down my shaft, matching ...

... the rhythm of her strokes. I groan louder as she strokes and strokes me, wearing that adorable smile on her face the entire time. God, I could look at that face forever.

After minutes of savoring the feeling of her chest, I start to feel my orgasm building. It’s getting closer and closer with each stroke, making me moan louder and louder. Jane takes notice of this and pops me out of her mouth after managing half of my length in her mouth. She then giggles before saying,

“You’re making such silly faces. Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna shoot your load all over these magnificent titties? You gonna decorate them with your tasty, white, sticky cum? Please do it. Please cum for me. I want it. I need it. Blow your load all over my perfect little titties. Please.”

After a few more minutes of her stroking and pleading, I grant her wish, groaning loudly as I shoot my load all over her chest, completely covering her boobs with it. She squeals in excitement as I cover her in my fluids, shifting her boobs so that she gets as much of it on them as possible. Once I calm down, she giggles, looking me in the eye as she sticks out her tongue and starts sensually licking my essence from her boobs. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Mmm,” she starts as she tastes my cum, “You taste so good. It’s rare that I get to taste my reward for pleasing my clients. It’s almost always inside of me. Which is always a shame. Such a waste of such sweet, savory, creamy goodness.”

“Well, with me, you can ...