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

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... myself. I concentrated on the beautiful meat shaft that was right in front of my face. I slid my mouth over it and delicately sucked the head. I pulled off and ran my tongue along its length to trace the veiny surface. I put it back in my mouth to capture the lovely feeling of it pulsating in my mouth.

As incredible as Mr. Davis’s tongue felt in my ass, I needed to be on the bottom if I was to receive full effect of Mr. Davis’s pent up cum load. I flipped over and propped my face up with his pillow. (I figured to get his pillow all nasty since this was his kink request). I had him kneel over me and straddle my chest with his thighs. I wanted him to get full, even coverage of his cum on my face. And I thought it would be even more erotic for him to pin my arms down with his thighs, so I would be “helpless” to keep him from spewing his man seed on my face.

He was over me and had me pinned down as I just described. He used my mouth as his private fuck hole by holding my head up and stroking in and out of my mouth. It was very erotic. Mr. Davis was correct that my forced abstinence had heightened my desires, and this was incredibly hot. I let him use my mouth and face to his complete satisfaction. He would pull out and rub his cock on my cheeks to smear my saliva on me, coating my face. Then he would return his dick to my mouth and resume fucking my face. He did this for several minutes until he could stand it no longer. He pulled his cock from my mouth and gripped it ...

... with one hand. My saliva made his shaft slick, so he rapidly jacked it until I felt a full blast of cum shoot out of him and hit me between the eyes. Right after the first one, a second blast of jizz erupted from him, adding to the coating that he started. Smaller spurts hit my cheeks, then he offered the remaining drips to my open mouth. I gladly accepted his deposit.

After he caught his breath, he rolled off me and crawled down to my wet cooch. It was dying for relief, and he knew just how to give it to me. He started by lapping the juices that were leaking out of me from my arousal. He began working a few fingers into my twat as he tongued my clit. He knew when to back off a bit and tease me, not letting me cum, when I was so desperate to do so.

I could feel more fingers exploring inside me, playing with my G-spot. I started hunching those fingers, desperate to have an orgasm. The spunk on my face had me so turned on that I was going crazy anticipating my own orgasm. I spread my thighs further, and Mr. Davis took the hint. He eased his entire fist inside my cunt. I was deliriously full. He paused a moment, and I think he stopped to make sure I was not accidentally wiping off any of his deposit on my face. I was not about to. It was my erotica mask. My sexual warpaint.

His tongue returned to my clit as his fist slowly twisted, left and right, inside my cunt. His knuckles dragged against my G-spot, and I gasped as I fought to control my orgasm. I knew Mr. Davis wanted ...