Mandy's Continuing Education - Sex Stories

Mandy's Continuing Education

... moisture on my upper thighs though that lets me know I am dripping with arousal, there anyway. He lets me stand for several long minutes, just looking at me. My nerves are starting to get the better of me and I am clenching and unclenching my fingers, staring straight ahead at a print on the wall (Whistler I think), trying very hard not to check out his crotch.

Finally he stands and his hands reach to cup and heft my breasts, lifting them as if to judge their weight. His long fingers encircle each of the globes like he is holding a melon or wine goblet.

"Now that you've gotten my attention, what exactly is it that you want, little girl?"

His gravelly voice sends shivers up and down my spine and my nipples harden to rocks against his palms.

"You," I whisper, hanging my head.

He laughs curtly, "Little girl, you have NO idea what you're asking for."

My head comes up to look him in the eye, "I might."

"You can't begin to know."

His long fingers begin to clamp down and squeeze my breasts and I wince in pain. His eyes narrow at the feeling of moisture against his palms when my nipples start oozing. Looking more closely and pinching both nipples firmly he arches an eyebrow as the milk begins to drip more freely.

"Free my cock," he orders and I hurry to obey.

My hands tremble with excitement as I fumble with his belt clasp and zipper finally dropping his trousers around his ankles, to be followed quickly by his boxers. He sits back down pulling me ...

... forward again between muscular thighs. His cock is beautiful -- long and thick with a fat purplish head. I lick my lips and drop to my knees reaching for him hungrily. He has a thick mat of coppery pubic hair. In fact, he seems to have a fairly thick covering of body hair everywhere I can see. One hand circles the base of his shaft, the other cups his heavy balls, rolling them softly between thumb and fingers. I take a deep breath, inhaling his personal musk and know I will recognize him forever, just from the smell of his body.

My mouth opens wide to engulf the mushroom tip, my tongue circling over, around and up under the rim. I love this. I'd loved it from the very first boy whose cock had exploded in my mouth to this rigid and deeply veined erection I currently worship. I love the velvet feel of the head against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and the silky feel of frenulum and the skin of the base against my lips. I love the feel and smell and tastes, and I love the feeling of power and control that it gives me to excite men and make them cum. There isn't much about sex that I don't love but this, I think, might be my favorite thing and I happily lick and bob, drooling and sucking the stiff dick in front of me. He buries his hands in my hair, cradling my skull and using his hands to guide my movements, forcing me to take him deep into my mouth and throat and holding my face against his belly as I try to swallow and instead gag around his girth. I was fortunate to have ...