A Long Time Coming Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

A Long Time Coming Pt. 01

... a seat?' I said, nodding to the settee.

It wasn't like I had a plan or a strategy, I was simply going to do what I did best and wank for her. Wank and cum and want.

It would do. For starters.

For a few brief moments, we did nothing but study each other. Then I looked down, wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke away. Long, steady strokes that had me panting and penetrating the air between us. And straight away, as she stared at me opened mouthed, with her own chest heaving, I knew it had been the right decision.

And she made it so very, very easy.

Her eyes burned into me as she ran her hands up and down her body, slowly parting her legs and laying bare her gorgeous, fleshy pussy. And then, with her gaze firmly fixed on my cock, she gasped and bucked her hips and began to frantically whisk away on her clit.

And, as if that wasn't enough, in between those gasps she repeatedly blurted out just how much she loved my cock and how she couldn't wait to feel it deep inside her.

Loved my cock? Dorothy. And there was me thinking that she loved EastEnders and Countdown.

I nearly fucking fainted.

And then I was teetering. We both were.

My cock tightened with every one of my determined strokes as an all-consuming wave of pleasure began to surge up from the depths of my groin. But, rather than speed up and race to the finish, I slowed my tempo right down and revelled in her performance.

She was self-gratification personified, a truly ...

... irresistible masturbater. I could only hope I was half as good.

And then, as we both drew ever closer to our own wide-eyed crescendos, I let go of my cock and clutched my arse.

I stopped.

She stopped.

Everything stopped.

And I clung to the edge by my fingertips.

Then she let out a quiet, almost imperceptible gasp.

And down I went.

She clawed at her breasts and cursed my name as a thick, creamy stream of cum flooded out of me and dripped onto her discarded gown at my feet. And when my body jerked and my cock twitched and it happened again, she cursed some more.

But my hands remained firmly locked to my ass.

It was such a wonderful feeling letting my hard, wavering cock just do its thing, unmolested, under her gaze. It had me delirious feeling so much cum pulse out of me like that. And there's no getting away from it, it really did pour.

That probably had an awful lot to do with the way she looked at me though. For it felt like she was with me, mind, body and soul, every single step of the way. Even when all mine went into spasm as I stroked away again on my still hard but achingly empty cock.

And then I was done. And so was she.

I watched her slowly loosen her grip on her ravaged breasts as the hardness in my cock began to wane.

And all I could think was how much nicer her cakes would taste now.

'I can't stop my legs from shaking,' she said, sitting up, gripping the towel.

I shook my head and smiled.

She glanced down at the milky ...