By Chance - Sex Stories

By Chance

... I knelt on all fours, straddling him with my bare ass facing his eyeballs. I let him look at me first before lowering my juicy pussy onto his face, and, leaning forward I wrapped my lips around his cock. I felt him start on me the moment my mouth made contact and began to caress his tasty cock. Now our mouths were too busy giving pleasure to each other to speak. However, the exchanging sounds of pleasurable moans was quite evident in the room. I knew that I was close. His face was soaked with my juices. And I knew he was close as his balls had contracted, pulling up towards his cock. I continued to caress his cock with my mouth and began to stroke and fondle his balls with one of my hands. When my moment came, I sat hard against his face as I felt my body begin to climax and spasm. Oh, it went through me with strong tremors and I screamed out as I let go and dripped my hot juices all over his face. At the same time I sat upright, stroking his cock with both hands as I wanted to see him cum too. And he did, with long white ropes spurting from his meatus like a fountain. I could smell his strong seedy odor as it shot from his cock and I loved the smell of it. There was a pause whilst our individual climaxes began to subside and our breathing began to slow. Eventually I climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to fetch a warm wash rag and cleaned his cum from his cock and thighs. And then I lied next to him, amazed at what had transpired in just a few hours. “Thank you, ...

... Andrew,” I whispered. “I’m so glad we met today.” “I am glad we met as well, Beverly,” he whispered back to me. ***** The following morning, Andrew woke up in my bed and felt me lying next to him under the covers. He reflected on what had transpired the previous evening. He remembered our discussion over drinks, our mutual interest in classical music, politics, and business. He was somewhat thunderstruck that someone as cultured and erudite as me could also be so wanton and wicked in bed. As he was enjoying the memory of what we had done in my room, his cock began to stir, which caused me to open my eyes and smile at him the moment I felt it touching me. I wasn’t quite asleep. I don’t think I spent a minute during the night not knowing that I had a man in my bed even when I was asleep. We pulled each other close and exchanged a slow, voluptuous kiss, and in no time my hand was reaching for his cock, my fingers gliding along his shaft. He moaned his approval, and I shifted my hips so that I could part my legs. He sent his hand down to investigate, and discovered the same intoxicating wetness that he remembered from the night before. His finger ventured into my soft wet canal, and then he pulled it out and brushed it along my slit, spreading the ambrosia. As he approached my clit, my kiss became more provocative, and my hand on his cock more insistent. I was so wet again, so very wet. Doing such filthy sexual things to one another the night before left the door open for one of us to ...