The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

... it with the reverence it deserved. Sighs and grunts of frustration accompanied groans of satisfaction as I slowly stretched her out to accept all three of my fingers side by side. Only then did I allow my mouth to fall onto her waiting pussy.

Having avoided stimulation of the clitoris pays dividends if done correctly. I placed the tip of my tongue just above my fingers and slowly ran a figure of eight about the painfully swollen bundle of nerve endings. Still not making direct contact with the clitoris, I delighted in her howls of frustration as the seeds of her orgasm built within her core.

I rotated my hand and reduced the number of fingers to one as I deliberately and slowly stimulated her G-spot, timing my gentle caresses with my tongue and taking time to build the orgasm slowly and elegantly. Her hands moved to my head and pulled me in closer to her, trying to push for more. I would not be bullied into moving faster or harder. My wife wanted me to eat her, and that was fine. I was going to do it at my pace and enjoy the meal.

Eventually, I allowed my tongue to flick over her clit; the action was immediately met with a sharp intake and holding of breath as electricity ran around her body from the briefest of contact with her engorged nub. Again, I let her settle and catch her breath before I started again, building to a crescendo with a flick of the clit with my tongue.

By this time, my darling wife was beside herself, desperate to release her tension. I took ...

... pity on her and withdrew my finger from her pussy, which had overflown her nectar and made a little puddle under her ass. Then, I laid the flat of my tongue across her clit and flexed the muscle, massaging the nub and inserted my index finger into her rosebud.

The result was explosive; as her orgasm crested at the intrusion of my finger into her anus, she squirted over my face. Relishing the effect, I drank as much of her cum as possible. The viscous milky fluid was never-ending, it seemed. Her legs had clamped about my head in a vice-like grip, and she was writhing on the bed. Her entire body was wracked by muscles contracting and releasing in no particular pattern, spasming as the orgasmic release claimed her.

She lay there in a discombobulated heap. A thin film of sweat coated her delicious body. Her chest heaved with the heavy and laboured breathing that comes from holding one’s breath for too long. Occasional spasms gripped her body as she twitched with bliss. It was entirely a minute or perhaps longer before her senses began to return to her.

“I’m sending you out for coffee more often. Holy shit, that was intense!”

I laughed heartily as I crawled up her body. On my way, I planted little kisses and nibbles on her delightful form until I was lying entirely atop her, my rock-hard member ready to invade her most secret places.

“Just give me a minute, please. The room is still spinning,” she chuckled and took my face in both hands, pulling me towards her for a ...