Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... and over again, his hand once again grasping his almost purple cock and stroking at a slow, even pace, in absolutely no hurry, determined to enjoy every moment of this.

And I was happy to help him. My fingers parted my labia, offering him a better view of my deep pink insides, as well as a better sniff.

My clit ached to be touched. His warm breath didn't help matters, and for a moment, I considered breaking the "No Touch" rule and pushing his face into my hot wet cunt.

Instead, I contented myself with plunging two fingers deep inside and frigging myself as Martin watched, his eyes alive with an excitement that brought joy to my heart.

Watching him masturbate to me, knowing how much pleasure I was giving him simply by letting him see and smell me, pushed me quickly over the edge and I soon felt those unmistakable waves rippling through me, starting from deep within and bursting like a firework through every nerve ending.

Martin was close as well; I could hear his goans increasing in volume rapidly.

Pulling my slick fingers from my hole, I impulsively thrust them in his face. "Taste me, Martin."

He didn't hesitate. Martin devoured my offering like a starved dog, lips sucking my fingers deep, tongue rolling over them, lapping up each gooey drop. His groans became growls of pure animalistic passion.

His hand was a blur over his cock and I could tell he was close when suddenly he looked unsure. "I'm... so close, Tess, but... I don't wanna... make a ...

... mess... on you."

Thinking quickly, I retrieved my panties he'd left on the bed beside me. "Use these."

Martin took them gratefully and resumed his steady strokes. I watched, fascinated, as his cock swelled in his grip and his testicles drew tight, signaling their impending release.

Martin howled as jets of hot cum burst forth, soaking my panties, and now my fingers were at my clit, rubbing furiously, my pussy on fire with desire.

Martin kept watch even as he squeezed the final few drops of spunk from his slowly wilting cock. With my free hand, I reached for the panties he still held, now covered in his cum. Holding them to my nose, I inhaled. His scent flooded me."Oh, God, Martin. Your cum smells so fucking good."

A second orgasm, just as powerful as the first, ripped through me, my chest flushed bright red, my eyes fluttering wildly, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

After several long moments, I finally fell backwards over my bed, breathing heavily. "Holy... fuck..."

I sensed more than saw Martin rise from his kneeling position before me and sit on the bed.

He took my hand. "That was... amazing, Tess. I... I can't thank you enough."

"You're so very welcome." Sitting up, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rising from the bed.

Finding my robe, I slipped it back on. "I enjoyed that too, Martin. I truly did. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really am overdue for my shower. Then, I can get started on that lunch I promised you."

"Of course." With a ...