The Letter - Sex Stories

The Letter

... piss. It had to be the most surreal moment of my life. Jess sucked until my stream ran dry. She slurped my urine as if it were champagne and when I’d no more to give her she looked up at me with the sauciest grin. Her clothing was soaked, her skin glistened with moisture and her eyes were wide. She staggered to her feet, holding on to me for support. Then she kissed me. The bitter taste upon her lips was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Even the acrid smell on Jess’s clothing was strangely erotic. Jess grinned at me then promptly collapsed to the floor as an orgasm ripped through her. She plunged her fingers between her legs, rubbing herself frantically as her spasms rendered her helpless. I watched, amazed by the force of her spontaneous climax. My cock twitched yet again and I for a third time I was ready for action. “Do it to me,” I said as Jess gazed up at me with a gratified look on her face. “Piss on me. You must need to after all that champagne?” “Oh I do!” she grinned. “Oh fucking hell, Rob, I do love you. Are you sure about this? Can I try something?” “You can do anything you want Jess. You’re the hottest, sexiest woman alive, do what you want to me. Tonight’s a night for experimentation and after that letter of yours…” “Ok, shut up and strip!” she smiled. I did as I was told and my beautiful Jess did the same. My eyes explored her body as she peeled off her piss soaked blouse and unclipped her bra exposing those perfect breasts. She unzipped her skirt and let it ...

... fall. Her tanned, toned body bereft of clothing, was utterly gorgeous. Jess moved in close and ran her hands over my naked torso. She stroked my pecks, traced the contours of my abs and continued downwards to rub my hard cock. I shuddered as precum oozed from the tip. She was going to get another orgasm out of me and she knew it. Pushing me into a chair she sank to her knees, her mouth encircling my erection. Her tongue glided smoothly over my throbbing tip before her lips tightened. “Oh Jess, that’s good, keep going, that’s so good,” I moaned. Tossing me a devilish smirk she opened her throat and sank my length into it. How she did that without gagging I would never know, it was quite a party piece. “Oh Jess, Jess!” I gasped. “Not yet,” she grinned, “don’t you dare come yet…wait.” Getting to her feet she straddled me, positioning her slippery pussy over my penis and hovering there, teasing. Her breasts were heaving and her chest was covered in the sexy red flush she got when she was extremely horny. She was going to fuck me and fuck me hard. I knew that look. Sometimes it feels great to be right, and it felt magical that night. Jess threw back her hair and impaled herself on my cock, ramming herself downwards with blissful force. She rode me hard, rocking her hips back and forth, hands pummelling her breasts. “Oh yes!” she moaned. “Are you ready?” “What for?” I uttered. “For this.” Jess lifted her hips until only the head of my penis remained inside her then shrieking loudly she ...