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

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... this to go on, and even in my desperation to climax, I did too. He sensed it was time. He pulled his fist almost entirely out of my cunt, then rammed it home as far as he could get it. I screamed in lovely agony and groaned with pleasure. He repeated that action several more times until he got the desired result. I blew a jet of squirt from my quim and had a mind shattering orgasm. His fist was still buried between my legs as I rolled over on my side. I told him to keep it there until I could stand to feel the stimulation of it being pulled out. He curled up behind me, keeping his fist inside me. He told me later he loved feeling my cunt pulse with after-shocks of the orgasm. He had outdone himself. I fell asleep with him still inside me, and yes, some of his cum was wiped on to his pillow during the night. Ha! I woke up the next morning with a sore cunt, and smile on my face, along with dried crusts of his spunk. I loved it.

Chapter 14 – time marches on

Mr. Davis and I made a dynamic team for selling vintage books. He showed me how to catalog the valuable old books and he wrote summaries for each of them. We posted the information on our new website, and inquiries came in from all over the country. The lady who I had made my first sale to, long ago, returned to see some of our posted items for sale. She was a gorgeous lady, and I had not really noticed her beauty on my first meeting with her. I was concentrating on finding great gifts for her. I got some subtle ...

... suggestions from her that she was flirting with me. That took me by surprise, and I was flattered at the attention. I introduced her to Mr. Davis, and we had a lovely afternoon discussing rare books, people, and life. Mr. Davis brought out a bottle of good wine and the three of us drank, laughed and made suggestive remarks, to the delight of each other. It was one of the nicest days I remember from working at the bookstore.

This lady, who I will call Lisa for this story, seemed much more interested in mine and Mr. Davis’s relationship. I told her he had let me stay in the spare room and our romance blossomed in a natural fashion. She told me how lucky I was to have found someone as giving and willing to share, as Mr. Davis was. I told her I agreed completely. Mr. Davis blushed and told us he saw all the good qualities in me and did not want me to slip away.

Our conversation got more intimate. Lisa wanted to know if we were lovers. I said, yes, and he is the best lover a woman could ever want. He knows just how to pleasure a woman. I told her I could share my secret desires and know that anything I thought was not too far out there. He was a wonderful lover. Sometime during all this, I saw a spark of interest from Mr. Davis in her. You’d think that as a “socio-path” I would have stopped all this intimate discussion when I saw that the two of them could be good together. But I didn’t. I pushed the envelope. I asked Lisa if she could stay the evening with us. Mr. Davis was ...