The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... my tongue, feeling my cunt get wet as he sensuously petted my thighs. Richard kissed me deeper, running his fingers in tiny circles on my bare inner thighs. His tongue gained ground, moving farther into my mouth as I begged it deeper with tiny flirtatious thrusts of my tongue; I tickled his mouth and he responded by thrusting his tongue into me. He moved his fingers over the outline of my body, touching my sensitive breasts through the clingy top, sliding his hands underneath my leather jacket. I leaned forward and gently bit his neck, tasting his salty, delicious flesh, as he pressed into my erect nipple. He seductively stroked the outline of my demi-bra, his fingers slithering from one side of my breast slowly to the other, pressing deep into my cleavage, fleetingly pinching my hard nipple where it jutted out against the silk, over the lacy outline of my bra. He unbuttoned my top button and I snuggled closer, begging him to go further. Richard continued unfastening my top, pulling the silk out of the way, exposing my breasts where they stretched out above the lacy half-bra. He pulled the flaps apart, getting it open all the way so that it hung down over one of my bra straps and my shapely, pale shoulders. I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall in between the seats; I arched my back so the silk shirt fell open wider and displayed more of my gorgeous breasts. His fingers trailed down and stroked their way around the sensuous curves of my upper breasts. I breathed into his ...

... ear, &#034Oh yes,&#034 wanting him to stroke my breasts roughly. They were tingling, aching for his touch; as I pressed myself closer to him, he moved his hand down and touched my hard nipple. I gasped suddenly; pleasure shot through my body. He started massaging it gently, making it harder and more erect, making me want more of him. I pressed my open palm hungrily against his hard cock where it bulged against his pants; he let out a grunt and firmly punched my nipple. He knew just how to do it; it didn't hurt at all but just made both aching breasts light up with pleasure. He slid his hand underneath the lace of my half-bra, covering my whole breast with his warm grasp. I stroked his cock more firmly, realizing how big he was, my head swam as I thought about feeling him inside me. He stroked my breasts more roughly; as I kissed his neck, he leaned against my body and pressed me back so that I lay stretched out on the plush seat, my ass lifted and pressed against his leg through the rumpled leather skirt. He bent down and pressed his mouth against my upper breasts; I sighed as he started nibbling and sucking at my sloping cleavage. His tongue pressed out and he tickled me softly with it; I felt his mouth easing down as he lifted my breast with his hand. He pressed his tongue against my hard nipple and I gasped in pleasure; he started licking it around the very top of my demi-bra and I squirmed, pulling my hand away from his cock and lifting my arms over my head, laying back ...