Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One

... throbbing cock. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of taking that throbbing cock head between my lips.

I abandoned all pretense of showing him how to describe something and just began giving him orders on what I wanted him to do.

"Stroke it slowly, Mr. Kosmerl," I said.

He hesitated momentarily, "Ms. Walker, I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong."

"I want to see you stroke it, Steve," I demanded.

"But..." He started to say.

"Jerk it off for me, Steve," I said, almost pleading.

His hand began moving up and down on his rock-hard cock. The head swelled and turned a deep purple color as it became engorged with blood. The veins along its shaft stood out hard, pressed against the skin they lay just beneath. As he stroked downward, the skin just under the head was drawn taut, and his head pulsated. His eyes stared past his throbbing member into mine.

My hands slowly massaged the tense muscles in his thighs as he stroked his cock a little faster.

"That's it, Mr. Kosmerl, jerk it faster. I want to watch the cum shoot out of it,” I said.

His fingers tightened their grip on his cock, and he began moving his fist up and down the shaft faster with each passing moment.

He moaned deeply as I leaned forward and blew hot breath at his throbbing cock. His fist became a blur as he jerked off for me.

I wanted to see him cum; I wanted to watch it shoot from his balls toward the ceiling.

"Oh God, Ms. Walker,” he said as his cum boiled up along the ...

... shaft.

"Cum for me, Steve!" I begged.

His eyes widened, and his breathing stopped as he came. A thick sticky stream of searing hot cum shot out of his cock. It must have shot two feet above the tip of his cock, splattering down on his shirt. Another stream shot out and landed directly back on the head. His hand smeared it along the length of his cock shaft, and it glistened with the moisture. Still, another shot flew from his pulsating cock head, landing on his thigh only an inch from my fingertips.

He moaned deeply as his orgasm subsided, and his hand slowed as he oozed cum from the slit at the tip of his cock. My fingers inched toward the puddle of cum on his thigh. I wanted to taste it; I wanted to gather it on my fingers and lick it from them. The tip of one finger slid into that puddle of man juice. He watched intently as I collected it along the length of my finger and then raised my hand toward my lips.

I extended my tongue and touched the tip against my finger. His cum tasted very salty. It was thick and sticky on my finger. Steve's hand, still massaging his cock was coated with that thick salty cum. I moaned as I licked the last of his man juice from my delicate finger. He removed his hand from his softening cock and extended it toward me.

I gave into my lust for the taste of cum and took his hand in mine, and pulled it to my mouth. My mouth circled his fingers, spreading his cream on my lips. I licked and sucked every drop of cum from his hand. Taking each finger ...