Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 2 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Five Part 2

... her face, mouth, and tits. All this fucking, sucking, and cumming excited me, and an unknown man appeared to my left. He was completely naked, his cock dangling down in front of his scrotum; he was not a very handsome man, but at this point, being attractive wasn't something I desired. What I wanted was his cock.

He approached the bar and said, "How are you doing?"

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock shaft and replied, "Looks like I'm gonna be doing much better in a little while."

"I'm Paul," he introduced himself.

I giggled and replied, "I know another, Paul, but his package isn't as nearly desirable as this one."

I gave his cock a gentle squeeze and said, "I'm Dianna, and I want this big beautiful cock buried inside me."

Paul smiled and said, "Not sure I can get it up again,"

I stroked his limp cock and said, "I've got a mouth that can get any cock hard."

He smiled at me and replied, "Let's give it a go, Dianna."

I released his cock and grabbed his wrist, leading him through the dining room and down the short hall to my room. Unfortunately, the room wasn't mine exclusively; another couple had occupied my space and were fucking missionary in the middle of the bed.

"I'm sorry we didn't mean to interrupt you," I said, figuring Paul and I could find an unoccupied room.

The man lifted his face from his lover's tits and said, "We love watching others fuck."

I looked at Paul, and he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me, ...

... acknowledging he was okay fucking with others in the room.

I just closed the door.

I pulled Paul across the room to the big overstuffed chair opposite the bed. Turning it slightly to the side, I pushed him backward, and he flopped down on the soft cushion. Looking over my shoulder, I told everyone, "I'm gonna suck his cock until it's rock hard and then fuck him silly."

They smiled at me and turned a little on the bed so they could watch me get Paul hard.

I returned my attention to Paul, pressing his legs further apart and examining his limp cock. His scrotum dangled over the edge of the cushion, and his cock rested comfortably on his ball sack. Paul already had his arms resting on the chair's full armrests, and as I dropped to my knees between his legs, he slid his hands forward so his fingers hung over the edge.

"When was the last time you came?" I asked, wondering how much time he'd had to recover.

"Maybe an hour ago," he replied.

I smiled at him, knowing that my task of getting him hard again wouldn't be all that difficult.

I leaned toward his loins, extended my tongue, and, using just the tip lifted his cock from the flesh it was resting on. His lustful eyes stared intently at me as I parted my lips and took his cock head inside my warm moist mouth.

It tasted clean. There was no lingering aroma of sex coming from his loins, telling me he'd washed up before he walked into the living room as I watched the gathered partyers fucking.

I began with just ...