Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... had . . make him cum so hard he loose the ability to stay standing. She thought if she was sexy enough, undressed just right at she pleasured him and employed the technique she read about earlier that week on how to massage testicles, she thought she could make Pastor Frank have that intense an orgasm. Not only did she want to please him but Frank was a new man with Cindy. He has started running and lifting and dieting and was morphing into a very handsome man, and one Cindy would have on her arm as she went out into the world. It was going to be so hard to wait to be with her lover, but it was going to be worth it. Cindy changed in the church bathroom and did her makeup. The facility was nearly empty and she put on her overcoat, covering most of her dress, and grabbed her make up bag and dress bag and went down stairs to Frank's office. She loved the sound her heels made on the floor as she walked to Frank's office, the sound of her heels on the tile sounded for womanly, so feminine, it was already turning Cindy on. It was just starting to get dark outside when she knocked on Frank's door. He let her in, surprised how she was nearly looking him in the eye, he didn't register that she had heels on, only how sexy it was to look across at her and not down. She seemed more . . mature, womanly. Cindy put down her makeup bag and hung the dress bag over a chair. Frank got behind her and helped her with her coat. Frank turned and hung the coat on the coatrack, not seeing Cindy's ...

... dress until her turned back around. Cindy was taking a step toward the middle of the room away from him and it pulled apart the skirt, showing her leg all the way up. Her painted toes showing out the bottom on the sloped heels, her leg muscules taut from the curve, her ass pushed out as a result. Her hand clasped across her tiny waist, in the shadow created by her ample bosom. Her side hair cascaded over her shoulders to lay on her breast, the rest tied up behind her. She was flawless olive brown from visible head to toe, and was in a word Frank's fantasy, if he were asked to create a perfect mind's eye picture of a woman, there it was, right in front of him. "Do you like my dress?" asked Cindy over her shoulder, eyes wide, finally allowing a coy smile to part her pouting lips. Frank didn't answer, he couldn't. He just stood taking her in. She was . . . . perfect. She was fucking perfect! There wasn't a model, a pornstar, a webcam darling, NOTHING was hotter than Cindy right there, just like that. Frank wasn't moving at all, except for his penis. His cock had grown rock hard, harder than viagra can make a teenager. He was a rod of steel, seven inches. Frank had only ever measured six and a half, but there was so much pressure in his cock it had eeked out another half inch. Frank opened his mouth then closed it. Again. Again. He just couldn't speak, he was completely and totally infatuated and for the first time ever, he felt and animal lust grow within him. She was fucking ...