The dinner party. - Sex Stories

The dinner party.

... swollen flesh pressing into me and enclosed my fingers around the warm staff. "Oooh yeah. That's it, Baby, wank that that big fucking cock!" His instruction sent a swell of sexual longing through my whole being and my hand began sliding up and down his erection. "Can you feel how much I want you?" he asked, his rough voice right beside my ear. This question was asked while he placed a hand over mine. Saying nothing, I nodded, eyes closed, mouth half open and the tip of my tongue poking sensually between my lips. "I've been dripping wet ever since your first message this afternoon,” I panted breathlessly, “And I was fingering myself in the car when your picture arrived." I sensed him grinning as he kissed me and felt his body relaxing. "Almost made me cum again," I said huskily and explained what had happened. His abdomen pressed harder into me, and I knew I’d pleased him. "So my little slut was so turned on, you couldn’t wait to get here?” he asked thinking out loud. Unashamedly, I nodded. “And I take it you’ve really done what you said you would?" I heard his breathlessness and excitement, and nodded my head again. Guilty as charged. I felt his cock jerk in my hand and smiled inwardly. We both knew what was texted but reading is one thing, doing is another. I let my head fall back against the hard muscular frame supporting me and reached upwards with my free hand to clasp the thick neck behind me. A hand grabbed my chin, pulling my lips towards his and as his tongue ...

... entered my mouth, I turned slightly towards my lover’s while our tongues duelled. Even though I love being dominated, some part of my character just can't give in so easily and I did my best not to let him be victorious, unfortunately time was not and my side and the urges deep inside me needed quelling. "Come on, Darling," I said impatiently, breaking off our entwinement. "We haven't much time. Don’t forget the dinner party's tonight." "Oh shit, I'd forgotten about that." The curse was explosive and heartfelt. The hand squeezing my breasts pinched a nipple tightly causing me to moan again in ecstasy as I twisted out of his arms, breaking off our embrace. I looked into his clear blues eyes and saw the lust in them, mirroring mine. Without a word I began sinking to my knees. "God, I just love the way you know what I want." he said, resting his hands on my shoulders. My knees landed on the hardwood floor and I held onto his slim hips whilst spreading them as wide as I could. Grabbing the side of my head with both hands, he held it not so tightly that it hurt, but with enough strength to let me know who was in charge, then he guided my face right to his crotch. His promise was poking through his flies, long, thick and curving gently upwards towards the huge purple coloured crest. With thick blue veins circling up and down, and around the entire length, it looks like a gnarled branch from an ancient mysterious tree; a branch leaking the heady aroma of pre-cum. I flicked my tongue over ...