The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... it put to work. He lubed it up with the massage oil. Then he did the same with my cunt. He leaned forward and kissed me, then settled back between my wide-open legs. He put the tip of that dildo against the entrance to my vagina, and swabbed it against me, coating it with my wetness. He slowly edged it against me. He held it with two hands as he caressed my clit with his tongue. I could not bend my neck forward enough to watch him, but the head of that dildo felt way too large to ever go in me. It seemed huge.

Mr. Davis patiently rubbed it between my pussy lips and gently tried to force it in me. He would watch my face for clues of pain or distress, so I knew he would not get carried away. He would momentarily pause and lick my clit, to reward and encourage me, then continue the challenge to get that giant plastic object buried in my cunt. I did not believe there was a way it would fit inside me. It was a monster.

He paused to let my cunt muscles relax and recover, a bit, from the onslaught. Then he’d re-apply the massage oil to me and to the toy and was about to resume his task. He did not feel it was about to get past the tightness of my cunt, so he took a cue from what I did to his asshole the night before. He gave up on the black dildo and set it aside. He lubed up his hand instead. He slowly pushed two fingers in me, then added digits until his entire hand was inside my cunt. I was breathing hard and awash with pleasure. He paused and looked at me to ask how I was ...

... doing. “OK” was all I managed to squeak out. I learned to be brief from Mr. Davis.

He licked my clit. It was a glorious feeling to be filled with his hand rather than a piece of plastic. It was much more arousing to have part of him inside me, and I was stretched to the max. Having Mr. Davis do the honors of penetrating me instead of using that toy was wonderful. Now, I wanted him to fuck me with that hand. I wanted him to fist me silly. He did as I asked and began stroking in and out of my incredibly full cunt. The squishing sound being made as his hand squeezed in and out of my hole was only surpassed by my grunts and gasps. Within a few moments the tension built to the point of a massive orgasm. I screamed out some mumbled expletives and squirted. Mr. Davis slowly removed his hand from my tortured groin and placed a damp towel on my cooch. After it was all done, using a giant dildo was not the awesome indulgence I had anticipated. It was much more erotic and pleasurable when he used his hand. Thank goodness Mr. Davis knows what is best for me.

Chapter nine – a kink of his own

My entire time of knowing Mr. Davis, he has been the most loving and gentle man I have ever known. He is thoughtful and kind and that was his way from the day I walked into his bookstore and asked for a job. It is his natural personality to have a concern for others. Recently I have gotten to know more about him and his background, and how he came to be the owner of a vintage bookshop. He was ...