ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7

... step towards him, Jade quickly spun around and began to crouch onto his lap, but stopping just millimetres from where Freddie wished she would. Even though she wasn't really on him, he could feel her very being, and feel the heat of her body. He playfully bit at her shirt, but he just couldn't reach it. Jade looked back at him struggling, and was extremely pleased that she had accomplished her goal of making him really want it. To reward him, she stood up and faced him again, reaching up to her lips with her index finger and slowly dr*g it downward until she reached the top button of the shirt, unbuttoning it, and loosened the tie. She didn't stop there, a permanent smile now plastered on his face as he watched her undo all the buttons, revealing more of her pale flesh. It wasn't until she had fully undone the shirt that he realized there was nothing underneath. His dress shirt was open wide on her, revealing her bare chest, the red tie now sandwiched in her cleavage. Freddie thought he might break the chair from pulling so he could touch this goddess, but he was trapped and he was far beyond just being under her spell. Jade's hands cupped and kneaded her flesh pillows, rolling her head back as she touched herself. One hand began sinking down her stomach and just as Freddie thought she was going to remove her skirt, she just smirked at him and pulled her hand back up, adjusting the shirt so she was semi covered, only a little skin showing. Freddie looked almost sad as she ...

... covered up a bit more, but Jade knew she wasn't remotely done with him. She turned away from him and with a quick unzip, the short skirt fell to the ground, and bent over, revealing her curvaceous ass which was practically begging to be touched. Freddie was instantly turned on even more by her choice of underwear- she had a black patch of fabric just above her crack that formed a spider pattern as each strap went from it and connected the actual panties, which really didn't start until they reached beneath the swell of her supple peach. There was so much of her perfection revealed, he was almost sad when she turned around. Jade sauntered over to Freddie and turned around, sitting on his lap, and reaching behind her to caress his head and neck as her hips grinded against his. Her lap dance was absolutely a dream come true for Freddie, and he knew that she could tell as she rubbed harder and faster against his denim covered crotch. With an evil smile, Jade slipped off him and approached his chair from the side, pulling her shirt to one side, letting her generous breast free. She bent over his head, her aching nipple, dangling so close to his open mouth, she could just feel the insane humidity that he was putting out. She got too close, and Freddie's tongue managed to flick against her peaks, and with a soft coo, she pulled back a bit. "Please, baby… please let me taste you...” he moaned, knowing she was enjoying herself. "Shhh…" she whispered, releasing her other breast from the ...