The Right Programming Language - Sex Stories

The Right Programming Language

... now.”

I practically melt. I luxuriate in the feel of his fingers gripping my tits, and I reach yet again for his shirt. This time, he yanks it off, bearing a slightly rounded stomach covered in light brown hair. His nipples are dark. And his chest–his chest is now pressed against mine, squishing the flesh of my breasts between our bodies.

I know at this point that my panties will need a very thorough cleaning after today.

I want more; I want closer. Even though I love the feeling of his chest pressed into my soft skin, I abandon it to slide down the wall to my knees and start fiddling with his belt.

“Yesss, Jane. You my little code slut? You just know everything about fixing things, don’t you?”

“Mark…” I moan, struggling to pull the tight belt off. He helps me out, and before I know what is happening, his cock is in my face.

He is so hard. Seeing the darker skin of penis, stretched over the shaft, turns me on so much I feel like I’m going to jump out of my own skin. I want every inch of it inside me, but first, I must taste it.

“I think I’ll die if I don’t taste this. Please? Please may I suck your cock?” I look up at him from my vantage point on the floor.

“Take it.”

I delve right in, pulling his dick all the way to my throat in one thrust. He stumbles away and shouts, “Fuck!” I follow right after him, wrap my arms around his legs so my breasts are flattened against his thighs, and draw his cock back in, not letting him leave. My lips stretch ...

... around his skin, and I focus on keeping my teeth out of the way. I allow my saliva to gather under my tongue and then start fucking his cock with my head. I want as much as I can take. I taste every ridge and bump with my sensitive tongue. He groans his appreciation, egging me on even more. Once I know he isn’t going anywhere, I release his legs and let my hands join in. I stroke the base of his cock with one hand and play with his balls with the other, my spit already leaking out and coating them. Desperate, I pop my mouth off his cock and suck on his balls instead.

“Shit, Jane, oh my god. Oh my god, how do you….” I shut him up by sliding both hands along his shaft while I draw zig zags with my tongue along the loose skin of his sack.

But soon I can't help but go back to sucking his cock. When I do, I realize that my tongue can just about reach his balls when his cock is buried deep enough down my throat. So every time I inhale his cock down, I flick my tongue out to touch them. Half of my attempts are successful. I hope that he can feel it.

I gag multiple times, but keep going. Knowing my spit is about to reach my chest, I use my hands to unclip my bra and toss it aside. Then I let his cock slip from my mouth. I allow my saliva to drip from my chin, and I sit up further on my heels so I can wrap my breasts around his cock. It disappears between my tits, giving me immense satisfaction. I start bouncing on my heels, watching the tight head of his cock appear and disappear ...