The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... mission to get her so addicted to my cock she would do anything at any time and anywhere. I was certain that would take some of the prissiness out of her. As I entered her home, she put her arm through mine and led me into the living room. She'd prepared us a light snack; that was a good sign. She was learning to serve. She'd shed her robe as she sat down on the sofa next to me, and took the time to butter an English muffin for me. Add to that was her pouring a glass of juice for me. Clearly she wanted me to be at tip top performance for her. We chatted about nothing of importance for ten minutes or so as I enjoyed her service. She even used a napkin to dab the crumbs from my lips. All that time she had been sitting close to me and rubbing my belly when not being a proper hostess. This seemed to be going good. By this time my cock had grown and gotten harder and was creating quite a bulge in my shorts. She leaned over and gently gripped my cock-bulge in her hand, squeezing it playfully while gasping when it throbbed it's response. I sat back and allowed her to massage and squeeze my cock while my hand slipped between her legs and began warming her up. This went on for five minutes or so... her massaging my cock while I toyed with her pussy. She was soon dripping and suggested we go upstairs. I stood and picked her up to carry her up the stairs. Her arms were around my neck in a flash and her tongue was driving deep into my ear. When we made it to the top and entered the ...

... bedroom, I was pleased - she had changed the sheets after her husband departed. Another good sign and time for a test. I put her down on the bed and immediately she moved to the middle and threw her legs wide apart, reaching out for me to join her. Despite the fact that she was dripping with need by now, I wanted to get her a bit more aroused before I started pleasuring her. So acting like we were in a fancy restaurant, I began "placing our order": "I think we'll start with some steamed clams - tell me are they steamed in their own juices?" I asked. "Yesss..." she moaned as I teased her drooling pussy with my finger. I continued ordering, "Then for the first entreé, the lady will have the spicy sausage and I will have the chicken breast. Then we will go with the rump roast, and for dessert I think something warm and creamy will do nicely," I said, grinning mischievously. Apparently she liked the menu selections I picked because as I spoke she began panting louder and grinding her pussy at me. With that I positioned myself to begin enjoying the "steamed clams". I got between her spread thighs and placed my face close to her quivering pussy. "Hold that pussy open for me slut," I told her. Emily instantly did as I told her, reaching between her legs and pulling her pussy lips wide apart for me. I gave the wet, pink hole a couple long, slow licks with the flat of my tongue, from the bottom of her slit to her clit, flicking the tip of my tongue over her throbbing bud just for emphasis. ...