Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Finale

... rolled and layered the silk above the cheeks of my ass, yanked the dainty, sopping wet thong to the side. I bent over and with my hands reached in front of me to force the lips of my cunt wide open. He plunged his cock into me with great force. I was so ready! My dress top closed around my neck with a small clasp. Wilson leaned forward and with a very forceful thrust, sank himself up to his balls inside my boiling pussy. He held still and unfastened the clasp and dropped the material. My breasts were free as large, soft birds, to be fondled and bounced. Wilson grabbed my right breast and pinched the nipple with the ferocity of a lover gone made. He fucked my cunt with a fierceness born of pure, driving lust. It didn't take long. "God, fuck, fuck," and he jolted, driving forward, sluicing my vagina with male seed, mixing with my fluids. His cock stayed hard a bit longer and as he finished his assault on me both his hands reached for my pussy. My clit was his target for rapid rubbing, pushing, exquisite torture. "Honey, don't stop. I'm cumming!" and I collapsed on the back of the sofa, my ass jutting up wantonly into the air. I could feel great streams of fluid running down my legs on both sides. I had squirted again. Wilson collapsed onto my back and with great panting tried to catch his breath. I turned my head sideways so I could just see him and said, "I want more. I want much more tonight." We uncoiled ourselves from the loving grasp of the sofa's curves and walked with ...

... arms around each others waists into our bedroom. I quickly pulled my dress down and off. The thong was off. Turning to him as he was stripping, I took the wet thong to his face and said, "Smell me. Suck me right here." He opened his mouth and tasted, smelled and with one hand squeezed drops of my cum onto his tongue. I pushed him back onto the bed. He was completely nude, and his flaccid member hid between his legs. "We must do a little rejuvenation project, dear. He scooted back on the bed, and I began to pay tribute again to the only cock I had ever known, and would ever know if I had my way about it. I intended to fuck this man into submission so he would serve me and never even think of straying! "Wilson, am I better than Viagra?" I hissed. He opened his eyes and raised his head slightly. His vision of my whole face was blocked by his once again hard cock. I looked at him with a hungry gaze as I continued to work my tongue slowly on him. I started to graze my teeth on the area just below his glans, teasing him with the threat of biting the head. He moaned and then mumbled, "Fuck. Fuck me." "I will." I crawled all the way onto the bed, planted my knees outside his hips and lowered myself onto him. His staff was sheathed in warmth; of pulsing, waving ripples of my vagina flesh crawling upon his cock and the natural stop of my cervix. "Now it's my turn," I gasped. I began to bounce wildly on his pelvis area, locked to him by a stanchion that had the strength of hardwood. I ...