Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale

... tongue slightly past my lips. I didn't recoil; I leaned forward. Shakira backed off smiling at me and took her leave. "She likes you." "How do you know, honey?" "She never kisses a woman on the mouth unless she wants to seduce her, that's how," he said grinning at me. "Well, that may be but I don't have any interest in her. That's not a world I know about. She told me today about being a lesbian." "I wanted her to do that. You need to know all about me. I have no secrets from her, Nikki. She is the most elegant 'mother-hen' a man could have. She has kept my ass out of more trouble than I can say." "Who is Sharon?" I asked. "Sharon, my dear is the latest in a long line of her women conquests. She is young Japanese-American student at Columbia this year. Shakira likes younger ones. They can be quite intense about her as a lover." As Wilson was saying this, I set my glass down and walked over to him. Standing in front of him, I slowly knelt down, spread his knees apart and started massaging the front of his trousers. He took a small sip of his drink, carefully put it on the side table and leaned back against the cushion of the couch. I had grown so wantonly bold! I unzipped his trousers and slipped my fingers into his fly. His cock was stretched along his thigh, throbbing gently and pointed toward his knee. Unfastening his belt, I slipped his now stiff rod from inside his pants and began to lick the head tenderly. I loved the head of his cock! "Somebody is horny, isn't she?" he ...

... asked. My answer was to swallow nearly five inches of him and hold on, my breath whistling along his skin with a wet, tremulous sound. I started sucking and stroking him faster. He was close. After a long trying day, my prescription for him was just the dose he needed. But he needed more, he needed an injection to restore his health. I stood up and while watching his eyes, peeled off my jacket, blouse, and pants. I rolled my panties down and left them hanging on my left leg. Leaning my knees onto the sofa cushion I slowly guided his cock into my slippery cunt all the way to the hilt, in a single movement. He groaned and closed his eyes. He was my man, and I intended to rid him of the tension and stress of the day. My pussy was so hot! He began to thrust to meet me, and as I leaned forward he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, casting it aside and grasping my jiggling breasts, kneading and pinching them. He drew me forward so he could feast on them and in doing so caused the angle of his penetration to change abruptly. The head of his phallus now scraped against the bottom side of my vagina with each stroke, a totally new sensation for me. He dropped one hand from my breast and found my clitoris, touching, probing, rotating, pushing, pinching. I unconsciously increased my bouncing up and down, and began the great ride on the roller coaster that would very soon plunge me down into a valley of pure, quivering lust. "Fuck me, Wilson. I need it!" He complied and grabbed both ...