Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... sweetness from his fingers then peeled off his damp shirt and shorts, freeing his swaying black shaft. Once more, he clamped his hands at the sides of her head. “Take a deep breath…” Jenna, still gasping for breath, suddenly found her wide open mouth being stuffed with the head of Tyrone’s cock. She stretched her lips apart and shifted her jaw taking in inches of his hardening length. His hands held her head as he pulled her along his shaft with a stiff but steady rhythm, the tip butting against her throat each time he went in. He held it there for a moment, enjoying the sensation as he felt her attempt to readjust her tongue. She had never done this before, taken a man’s cock into her mouth. The taste was pungent, the feel of hard muscle along her tongue and inner cheeks bewildering. Yet, as she felt Tyrone’s hands release her head, her immediate reaction wasn’t to pull off. Instead, she rolled up onto her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his long shaft, allowing the instinct of an innate hunger within her to take over. Tyrone undid her ponytail and pushed his fingers through her hair, letting her dark locks fall indiscriminately across her pretty, blushing face. He felt her tongue slink across the bottom of his cock, painting it with her glistening saliva as she stroked her palm on his exposed length. “Bring it to life, Jenna,” he said, his drive intensifying, fueled by Jenna’s spirited motions and gasps. He gripped her hair but she was too absorbed to notice. ...

... The throbbing, hardening sensation she felt in her hand and in her mouth demanded her attention. Saliva dribbled from her lips each time she pulled off and gasped, pooling on her chest and lap. She held the hefty shaft as she gulped and sputtered before she took it in again, driving her mouth over it, enlivening his cock to a potent length. Tyrone's blood pulsed through him. His skin stretched taut, fully erect and charged. He yanked Jenna’s head back, her lips popping off his tip with a sharp gasp. Leaning down, he smothered her mouth with a sloppy kiss, smearing her lips and chin with their mingling saliva. He unraveled the fragment of her shirt from his wrist. Jenna was in a near dream state. Blinking, breathing unsteadily, she watched his ebony cock sway before her hypnotically. As she pulled herself from the haze, she didn’t resist even as Tyrone grabbed her hands, clasped them together, and bound them at the wrists with strips of her own shirt. “No holding back, Jenna,” he said as he pulled her over to the wall. He tied her hands to the barre. “I want to hear it from you. All in. You don’t hold back.” Jenna flashed a glance to her wrists above her head then back at Tyrone as he knelt on the floor before her. A conflict of hesitation and anticipation raged in her mind. She squirmed her bare bottom on the carpet. She drew her knees together, but didn’t fight it when he pulled them back apart as he moved between them. She regarded the harsh, sneering look in his eyes -- a ...