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

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... be a juicy tell-all, but with a fictional character. After one of our sex sessions, I broached the idea with him. He seemed not too interested at first, but then slowly warmed to the idea. I told him we could add all kinds of naughty activities to make the story even better than it would be if based solely on the life that he knew of. We went to sleep, curled up together, without any decision.

The next morning, he was up early and busy in the store. He seemed extra gleeful and was very happy to see me as I came downstairs. I had not bothered to dress and was wearing one of his dress shirts with only one button fastened. I guess I looked extra alluring, because he immediately dropped what was in his hand and quickly took me into his arms. He kissed me deeply. I could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric of his shirt. He grabbed my bare ass with his hands and squeezed me against his body. I felt his cock grow as I stood there snuggling with him. It was quite erotic to be doing that in the store, since we had never been so bold before.

I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He looked into my eyes and had a lustful grin on his face. He undid that button on my shirt and pulled it from my shoulders. The cloth cascaded to the floor around my feet. I then knelt in front of him and took his hardening member into my mouth. I sucked it for a few moments, then rubbed the taunt skin against my cheeks and forehead. I loved the texture of his ...

... swollen dick against my face. The velvety head of his cock felt heavenly on me. I smeared his pre-cum on my lips and swallowed him again. I slobbered all over it and used one hand to stroke him. I grabbed his hips to forcefully pull him against my face. I wanted his pubes to smother me. I wanted his shaft as far down my throat as I could get it. I was about to pull out all the stops and give him a great blow job when suddenly the shop door chime rang to announce a customer had entered the bookstore.

Mr. Davis gasped, then stood totally still, frozen in space, as a lady’s voice said good morning to him. I recognized her as someone who had bought several vintage books from Mr. Davis. I looked up at him and saw that he was staring straight down at me. His face was ashen white. His mouth gaped open as his lips quivered, trying to say some greeting back to the lady. It dawned on me that I was on the far side of his counter from the front door, so she had no idea I was there. She could not know that Mr. Davis had his cock buried down my throat. If it was possible for me to grin with his cock in my mouth, I guess I did, because I thought it was hilarious that this sudden event had occurred.

I did not stop sucking him. He was finally able to spit some words of acknowledgment to the lady, and even asked her how she was doing today. Those were the most words I have ever heard him say to a lady patron. I guess his months of training by me were paying off.

I scooted under his ...