Emily - Part Two - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Two

... “Good,” she said, turning to face me as she got to her knees. “I don’t like anything dirty in my mouth.” With that, she slowly licked the head, circling her pointed tongue around the coronal edge four or five times before taking the knob between her lips. Using her hand to allow just the top to penetrate, she alternated between a gentle sucking and a twirling of her tongue, driving me crazy. Finally, she let about half of my length in before starting a slow, bobbing motion, using her hand as a sliding buffer to keep me from going too far into her mouth. I was starting to get into my frantic mode, when she suddenly popped my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me with that big smile, and said, “Don’t cum yet.” She jumped up, got out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and said, “I’m going to make pancakes. Please don’t cum. Please?” she asked, with those pleading eyes again. “Okay, I promise,” I said, between gritted teeth as I made every effort not to suddenly start spraying my seed all over the shower stall. “But you damn well better tell me what’s going on.” “I will,” she promised, “Right after breakfast.” Wrapping herself in her robe, she skipped out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Mysteriously, my clothes were nowhere in sight. “Hey, Em! Where are my clothes?” “You won’t need them for breakfast. Just wear a towel,” she called back. So, wrapping myself once again in the towel, I ran a ...

... comb through my hair and sauntered out to the kitchen. Emily was cooking some bacon while she mixed batter for pancakes. Sure, I was horny from two near misses, but the food smelled great. I sat at the table and watched her make breakfast as I sipped a good cup of coffee. Soon, she was plating a short stack and some bacon for two. She reached across the table to hand me mine, letting her robe slip open in the process. I got a good glimpse of those lovely breasts, and couldn’t help but notice that despite the heat in the kitchen, her nipples were rock hard. She sat across from me and smiled. “Eat up,” she said. As I started to cut into the flapjacks, she looked at me pensively and asked, “Do you mind if I open my robe? It got a little hot cooking.” “Please, by all means.” She unfastened the sash, and parted the lapels until her tits were now fully out in the open. “Ooh, yes. That’s much cooler.” “To say nothing of way hotter,” I said back. Somehow, she made eating pancakes and bacon seem like an erotic adventure. The towel around my waist looked like something from Barnum and Bailey by the time breakfast was done. When she came around to pick up my plate, I seized the moment, and her. Lifting her over my shoulder, I carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on her back on the bed. Her robe fell open and her legs parted; I could see that she was already soaking in her juices. Wasting no time, I dropped the towel from my waist, crawled onto the bed between her legs, and sunk ...