Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... finger playing with my ass, a hand gently caressing my ball sac, and her soft wet suck as my hard cock moved in and out of her pretty mouth. I felt my orgasm marshaling forces and getting ready to erupt.

"Oh, fuck, Gracie...Gracie, don't stop, baby. Don't..."

I exploded - suddenly - with hot rhythmic pulses of cum puncturing her beautiful face. I heard her choking on the torrents flooding her throat as she didn't let it phase her, but kept sucking and squeezing and fingering. I cried out in ecstasy as I pumped my load into her hungry mouth. I didn't move for a moment -- letting my cock throb with the after-shocks. She didn't move. She just let my throbs subside and then let me withdraw, cum still dripping from the head. I slowly moved to the side and fell in a heap against her body.

"My God, Gracie -- did I ever need that." She was wiping her lips and licking my cum as she recovered from a bigger load than she might have expected. But she accounted for every drop as I curled up next to her and we cuddled.

"Oh my, that was alot of cum, Jack?" she whispered. "Feel good, baby? Is that what you needed?"

"More than you know, Gracie."

We recovered and then slid up the bed to the pile of expensive goose down pillows. We curled together and relaxed and talked. We talked about her high school and college experiences to date. She asked about my own upbringing and college days. We talked about the office and she fed me scuttlebutt from the trenches that I had no idea ...

... about. I shared about the long and winding road to the approval -- this very night -- of the Harlan Mills project.

As we talked and touched and shared, the conversation steered back toward more personal intimate matters. I heard about her losing her virginity and about her first older man. I shared some of my own early experiences. But it was as she began talking about her love of older men, especially married men, that our touches began to arouse.

"I love married men way more that I should, Jack. It's become like...an addiction." She reached down to touch me as she said that and my cock began to spring back into action.

"Why is that, Grace?"

"Hmmm, not sure. I guess they know what they want -- and they take it -- and that just turns me on like crazy." She paused. "And I know I can give them things they don't get at home," she whispered. "Plus," she added, with emphasis, "they just seem to know when I need it rough and hard."

Her whisper, her touch, her tone -- all congealed to make me thicken in her small hand.

"And somebody likes knowing that," she said in my ear.

Before long we were kissing again, moving our bodies to press against one another, off to the races for another round. I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me. For the moment, I wanted her on top. I wanted to watch her sink down on me. I wanted to watch her ride me.

My God, she was a vision on top. Her natural C cups looked out-sized on her slender torso and moved with a graceful bounce ...