The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... and letting him tongue me. As he licked he reached up and touched the fastener of my bra, which hooked it in between the wire supports which held my tits up so beautifully. He undid it quickly; the lacy material dropped away and he pressed his lips down over my nipple, opening his mouth wide so he could take most of my large breast into it. I moaned as he started tonguing me; he licked quickly and hungrily and I arched my back, pressing his tongue against my nipple. I reached up and tugged my bra out of the way; he put his hand on my other breast and started massaging it while he licked quickly up and down. I spread my legs, opening them and slipping my fishnet-clad feet over his thighs so that my knees bent perfectly to display my luscious thighs. I lifted my tits against him; he stroked roughly, sucking hard and easing his free hand back in between my open thighs, petting in tiny circles at the hem of my fishnet stockings. I sat up slowly, opening my legs wider so he could get under my leather skirt. He pulled his mouth away from my breasts and kissed me roughly; I could taste the sweat from my breasts on his tongue. Richard's fingers probed deeper up underneath my skirt, tugging at my garters teasingly, pulling my garter belt down so that my french-cut panties adjusted themselves against my ass and my dripping cunt. I felt him getting closer to my pussy; I wanted him to finger me. I was aching to get felt-up again; I had loved it in the restaurant and I wasn't about to ...

... hesitate now. I whispered, &#034Feel me out. I want to have your finger. I'm wet for you.&#034 Richard kissed me again on the lips and then started nibbling at my ear and kissing my neck, licking it softly and turning me on even more. With one hand he stroked my naked breasts while he eased the other further up my thighs. I was sitting up, but I started to lean back as I knew he was going to finger me. I leaned further back into the soft seat and he brought his fingers up, lifting my skirt. I whimpered as he pressed into my tight cunt-folds through my silky panties; he pressed harder and I put my hand back against the bulge of his cock. I wanted my panties off; they kept him from putting his fingers all the way into my cunt. As if reading my mind, Richard slipped a finger up past the elastic of my panties' leg and tugged the thin silky flap of material out of the way. I breathed heavily as he put his fingertip up against the hole of my cunt, I felt it going in and pressed my whole body against his. I felt my naked breasts stroking his shirt, my nipples hard and throbbing from his tongue and his teeth. &#034Oh yes,&#034 I panted. &#034I want it.&#034 Richard put his finger in deeper; I whimpered and groaned in ecstasy. I glanced at Virginia; we were on the freeway and she didn't even seem to notice us, despite the fact that I was wild with ecstasy and was making incredible noise! I looked back at Richard and let him see my eyes begging for his fingers; he eased his finger out. ...