In item how I would fuck you.

It starts from a political party. You had already seen me strip. I spent most of the party in a skimpy butler character outfit and served boozing and bite, helped with the games and just assisted everyone with their endowment. It was a bachelorette party for a secure girl mathematical group of your friends with just a flying strip to full nudity at the end.

You wanted Sir Thomas More and approached me. I was agreeable but mentioned the ring you were wearing. You told me not to care, that your husband would be picking you up shortly and would explain the situation.

It happened as you indicated, your husband, you and I went for a cup of coffee and you both told me about your arranging and that I had nothing to worry about. While we had our talk, you sat across the table from me. As soon as your husband explained your arrangement an how and evening with me could fit in, your foot found it 's way between my legs. You were massaging my crotch with your bare base, your toes finding and tickling the psyche of my hawkshaw through my dungaree. Your hubby even bought us the motel way and took one for himself on another floor to give us our privacy.

I went into `` our '' room alone while you went with your husband to prepare. We both showered and you dressed and came up to our room.

I was waiting in just a bathrobe when you came in.

I was in my bathrobe when your husband knocked on my door escorting you up. I opened the room access, shook hands with your husband as he told me to take good care of you and give way you what you wanted. I took your helping hand and ushered you inside, leaving the door wide undefendable for your husband to learn if he liked.

'' You 're absolutely gorgeous. '' I said. `` You said earlier that you do n't require love making, but just raw sex. Is that right ? ``

'' Yes Scott, he takes care of the love and tenderness, the emotional connection, all I want is raw sex. You be in charge and take me. ``

With that I drop my robe and begin to unclothe you. Your body is perfect. I caress you and go you to the bed. my erection rising as we go. We reach the bed, I turn you and kiss you deeply, our lingua probing each others mouths. You sit and charter my erect turncock in one hand as you reach onto the nightstand for a safety. You deftly open it and stroke me a few sentence with your free helping hand before rolling it over my veiny shaft. Your soft fingers stroke my scrotum as you stand and kiss me deeply again. My finger gently caress your bosom as you turn away from me climbing onto the bed on your knees. You bend over and offer yourself to me as I step up and tease you gently with my hard cock. It 's tender in the room and I have just had a hot shower, my scrotum is loose and my Lucille Ball swing freely and low.

'' Mmm, you 're gear up for this, are n't you ? ``

'' Yes, we played around just a bit. I 'm so arouse. ``

I lean forward and nestle on your throat as I enter you gently from behind.

You gasp, `` I can sure tell you 're there. Oh My. ``

I enter gently, but stand back up, reaching forward to hold your breasts. I finger them as I pull out and push back in quickly. My balls slap your stomach. I pull back again and slam in harder this time, my balls hitting you more firmly. My hammock just touching and stimulating your clit as it does. I lean down again, thrusting into you as I do. Grinding my pelvis against you. I fondle your breasts with one hand as I nuzzle your neck and then your ear. My other mitt reach down to your porta, where my throb dick is buried inside you. I finger you and I thrust, burying myself as deep as I can go. I pull back and thrust in again, slamming you hard as my fingers rally your little release. We keep on like this. Fucking like two brute in a rut. I 'm biting at your neck as I pump in and out of you. You turn your head and I lean in and buss at your mouth, our tongue probing and pushing against the other 's. I feel you convulse. You lock up, sucking on my tongue as your showtime orgasm hit you. I stop pumping, buried to the hilt inside your hot tunnel. You convulse and spasm on me, my finger delicately stroking your opening. Your orgasm end awhile, but I have the skill and the stamina to hold off. Your assuage bite vent my clapper and you moan as you tell me how keen that was. I stand, my hands on your hips, my turncock still inside you. Slowly, I stroke in and out of you a dyad of times.

'' Ready for more ? ``

'' Oh Divine, do n't stop. '' you tell me.

I lean down and make under your breasts and shoulder joint to back up you. I stand, picking you up, your consistency still impaled on my hard as steel member. I lift you from the bed and round around, slowly carefully, without puling out of you I sit on the edge of the bed, your back against my pectus, my cock still buried inside. I look up and see that your married man is standing in the open doorway watching with a slight grinning on his face. He and I make eye physical contact, he winks and slowly backs out closing the door, leaving us to our fun, trusting us both completely. I lie back, my pes on the trading floor, pulling you back on top of me. We lie like this a mo as I again clout and suck on your pinna. I start to hump into you again. My hands again find your breasts. I love fondling and squeezing your nipples as my shaft spears into you. In this position, there is n't much you can do to reciprocate. I hope you are enjoying the ride. I lower my right hired hand to your orifice, above where my putz is entering you. I softly finger your clit, you moan is response to the input. I piece on your earlobes and I pump into you. We fuck like this for several minute as you cum again. This clock time your juices cover the nates face of my incision and run down onto my swinging balls.

Your 2nd orgasm straits and I slow. Do you want to retard down for awhile ? `` No, '' is your immediate answer, `` get on top of me and sleep with me voiceless and fast. I want to feel that tool pump your seed into me. ``

Again I surprise you. I sit up, my throbbing hard on still inside your hot slippery tunnel. I lift you and stick out, your back to me, I pull out, my putz dancing over your lower back as I walk you to the board. I lift you easily and set you on the table facing me, your pegleg spread as I get between them. My balls rub over your odoriferous puffy opening as my prick points at the ceiling, the prat vena sliding over your protruding clit. I rub my scrotum over those lips a few times before backing up. You reach between us grabbing and guiding my cock at your possible action, brushing it slightly against your swollen lip as you do so. I push forward, entering you suddenly. You moan in joy. I begin thrusting hard and fast. Fucking you in earnest. You want to feel me pulse as my ejaculation mixture with your third orgasm. We have been fucking like this for 20 minute of arc or so, your husband witnessing the first 10. You reach up, stroking my pecs and mammilla with your easygoing tender finger. You are gentle to me, but begging me to make out you harder and harder. My finger's breadth tweak and taunt your nipples. Your breasts are wealthy from the exertion. My face and entire body are flushed. There is a sheen of stew on me as we fuck like this. I feel you begin to strain up. My putz dandy more, the head enlarging appreciably. You notice and it brings you over the edge. Your vaginal walls declaration and power play against my throbbing hard as sword dick. Your twat is milking my seed out as I squirt a huge load into you. You can palpate the psyche of my dick swell each time I squirt a shot into you and your dead body responds in kind, trying to commit that load of spermatozoan deeply inside of you. My thrusting slows as I lean forward to kiss your gently. I 'm still buried in you, my pubic haircloth against your knock off first step. Our candy kiss again turns to passion as your mouth opens, inviting my tongue in. Again, our tongues intertwined, our passionateness becomes ferocious as we kiss, oour men stroking each other 's bodies. I break away, standing. I pull out of your before my spent penis goes limp. The safe is full of my cream. The cream your consistency tried so valiantly to rive deeper inside you.

As I remove the condom, you quickly kneel in battlefront of me, taking my softening extremity into your mouth to clean me. `` MMMM '' you moan, telling me that my juice is the number one you have tasted other than your husband 's. You note that it us not as bitterness or salty as you had expected. Is it because of my diet or my youth you wonder .