The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two

... other's tongues, our mouths wide open, trying our best to sink our tongues as deeply as our sex organs were joined.

I fucked him slower, lifting my hips and sliding down the entire length with each stroke. I wanted him to feel the full depth of my pussy with every stroke. I wanted him to feel the lips slid along his shaft. I wanted him to feel the head bumping against my cervix with each stroke.

Philly broke our kiss and gasped for air before saying, "Damn, Connie, you feel so good; I love the way you move; I love the way you fuck me slowly like that.”

I smiled and kissed him again. I wanted him to know I loved the way he fucked me, how he kissed me, and how he touched me. I wanted him to see that he was the most incredible lover I've ever had.

I slowly rode his cock, I again began to feel that tingling increase. I again began to feel tense. I again began to feel the waves of pleasure of another approaching orgasm.

"Yes, baby, yes," I said.

He responded, “Yes, cum again for me; flood my cock with your cum.”

His pleading for my cum pushed me over the top, and I began to fuck him faster, grinding my clit against him as my next orgasm built. The title wave of pleasure swept me up and carried me to incredible heights of sexual joy.

I screamed, "PHILLY… oh god, Philly, yes, yes, yes." as my orgasm peaked. My muscles tensed, and I ground my clit hard against him as the incredible tingling continued. Slowly, I regained my senses, and I leaned down and ...

... kissed him again. My lips kissed every inch of his face. My tongue flicked at his mouth. His lips opened, and he sucked my tongue inside his mouth.

My dripping, swollen cunt held him tightly. Philly didn't move a muscle. He was content to just be inside me, soaking in the flood of juices his cock was surrounded by. Our sweat-covered bodies pressed together. All the moisture two lovers can produce was mixing except for one. His cum. I wanted his cum to mix with all the other juices coating our bodies.

Lifting my head, I looked into his eyes and saw the lust he had for me. I saw the passion he had inside. I saw the desire he had for me.

I said, “I want you to cum for me. I want you to fuck my tits and shoot your hot sticky cum all over them. I want it to mix with our sweat and the juices from my dripping wet pussy.”

Philly looked at me and said, “Oh my god, I’ve dreamt of that.”

I reached around behind my ass, and as I lifted from his hard cock, the flood of juices from inside me spilled out onto my hand. Sliding off him, I lay down beside him. As he rose, I spread the handful of my cum between my tits, offering him a soft wet place to deposit his cream.

He straddled my chest. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits. As he slid his cock between my tits, I pressed them tightly together, capturing his throbbing shaft.

Philly moaned with pleasure as the warmth of my breasts engulfed his cock. He began slowly fucking the cleavage of my soft wet tits. My hands held ...