I'll Have The Usual - Sex Stories

I'll Have The Usual

... me on the edge. I shifted my hands to roll my nibs between my thumb and index finger. I licked my own lips, in anticipation of my first release of the morning. God, he is soooo good.

As I started my orgasm I lifted higher, but he stayed with me, pumping his tongue against my clit. I pinched and pushed my nipples into my chest, enjoying the feel as I rippled with a sweet cum. I let myself go, practically dancing on the serving counter.

He didn't stop until he was sure that I was done, but eventually I settled back onto the counter and he got back up off of his knees. He was still happy to kiss and fondle my tits, while I regained my composure.

"Fuck me slow, Palo, and I'll tell you about my weekend."

I still had to pay my tab, so I pulled my purse over and found the right condom for a fat moderate length old cock. Palo would put it on himself. He had no problem pushing it onto his swollen crown, then unrolling it onto his chubby cock.

I was still gaping from the tongue action, so he pressed up and into me with one swift stroke.

"Slow, my friend!" I cautioned my lover.

His cock only allowed for a 4 inch stroke, but the girth stretched me so tight that every movement was absorbed by my clitoris. He slowly buried himself in me, making my thighs stretch outwards while I pushed into his pelvis. My own juices mixed with the self lubing condom, to allow a beautiful feel.

Palo was becoming accustomed to my preferred pace. He used it to string himself along, ...

... prolonging the pleasure, and ensuring that the final product would be both delayed and thunderous.

"Okay, my sweet man, let me tell you about my weekend..."

They took me, as I stepped out of the shower. They had been very quiet, as they entered my apartment through the unlocked front door, but I knew that they had entered the bathroom when the steam dissipated so fast and the room lighting changed as their bodies blocked the hall light, sending shadows across the ceiling..

I pulled the curtain aside and made like I was surprised, covering my breast and crotch as well as I could manage.

"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered, though I knew that our contract prohibited any real violence. This is called 'Acting', and I take it very seriously.

"Do what we ask, and you will be fine," one of them replied.

So I gave myself to them. There were three of them, so I didn't expect the challenge to be so great. Then, to my moderate surprise, they helped me to dress, then they walked me to their van, parked at the curb of my building.

"We thought that you would appreciate a ride to the cabin," the mysterious stranger informed me.

The cabin, they were referring to, was more of a clubhouse on a remote lake. The place had a giant room, called 'the Great Room', and a loft with a dozen bunk beds and cots. The place was used as a hop off point for canoeing and hiking, but this weekend it was to be the venue for my latest 'splash' party.

"We thought you might enjoy a luxury ...