Michele's Dark Desire - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire

... her I said, "Honey, relax; you're going to love this!" "How am I going to love THIS? It's going too far - it's perverted. How can you want to do this? How does this turn you on? Doesn't it make you feel inadequate?" she argued. I replied, "Hell no! What turns me on has nothing to do with my ego. What turns me on is seeing beautiful women get off, whether it's due to me or not. And you are a beautiful woman! You are afraid of what is inside of you, Michele. I noticed the way you responded to those clips, the way you described what excited you. I noticed your wetness and heat. You couldn't deny it! I don't think I have ever seen you so turned on... it unlocked something within you. THAT is what turns me on! There's no reason to be afraid and it's not healthy to deny your desire. It's warm in here, but your nipples are still rock-hard, and though you are unaware of it I can see you grinding your hips gently. You're obviously excited. Look at this beauty, Michelle. It's even called "Mandingo", like the guy in the videos. You know you want it." I held it before her, then kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. "Look at it, baby," I repeated. She seemed to settle down a bit. Again I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her sweet lips. I moved down to her neck before moving back up. Now she was panting a bit! I took the phallus and held it before her again. I started to very gently caress her body with the head. I touched her tummy, ribs, breasts, and collarbones ...

... with it. Her neck. I held it hovering over her face, pointed downward, circling slowly. Occasionally I would gently touch her face with it, causing her to close her eyes and tremble. Her breathing became labored, her imagination taking over. Michele looked at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and I lowered it to her lips. She kissed it with a gentle whimper, then met my gaze again. I held it over her face, then she lifted her head and lovingly set another kiss on its head. She tried for another, but I pulled it away. Then she tried again, parting her lips to plant a wet one, and I pulled it away again. Michele looked at me, begging with her eyes. I smiled. "You want it, don't you?" I asked. She nodded her head, her face looking both scared and turned on. I lowered it once more and she lifted her head. But this time I held it firmly as she planted three wet, sensual kisses on the head, gently wrapping her softness around it. "Put your head down, baby" I instructed. She did as she was told, and I lowered it with her lips. Again wet kisses and licks, but this time I was more insistent, asserting downward pressure. She accepted it, allowing it to gently part her lips before squeezing them tightly around it and drawing it in. The sight was mesmerizing: Michele's beautiful mouth wrapped wide around the shaft, her tender, moist lips clinging to the dark contours of the head and veins. She would suck it in and I would pull it out in a tug of war. Sometimes it would pop out with a wet ...