Ok, so this is a difference for me. I wanted to try to stretch myself to write something outside my norm, and in fact, outside my normal proclivities and perversions. This is not a thing I 'm really into, so to those of you who are, I apologize, because I 'm for sure I messed it up. Let my know, kindly, where I went wrong on the topic, if CD is your thing .... If you have requests for something you want, let me know in the comment.

Hal had gone to bed a while back, I was a bit disappointed, I thought I had made it more than obvious I was in the mood for some fun, but he seemed not to notice. No topic, I was the but one who ever said no in our relationship, so I 'd get mine. That 's kind of messed up now that I think of it. Oh well.

I cleaned up in the bathroom and proceeded to climb in bed. I was hoping he would came make some approach, I always like being the one to be pursued, but he did not. I thought he was still awake, but he just lay there all covered up, half rolled away from me. So, I guess I 'd have to hold the relocation tonight.

As I curled up to him In the dark, my arm over his torso, and I could experience the satin babydoll he knew I liked, it was silky, and lacy, and the fogginess felt so well over his harder body. He had got my lead. I caressed the material up and down, making the flabby sounds that only satin can, and it felt marvelous to the touch modality. I rubbed over one of his zest, petite short affair that it was, and gave it a intemperately pinch. This brought Hal to living with a gasp, but he did n't say a thing. Whenever he dressed for me like this, he never seemed to speak. He rolled toward me on to his back as I threw my leg over his. The subdued, satiny stockings the covered his solid, lean legs felt grand against mine, as I rubbed my legs over him.

The dampness that was between my legs when I first got in to bed, was now a slip wetness, I could find it as I worked my leg up and down his, my labia sliding free against each other. My hand went down, working it 's way down the smooth material, I felt the supporter that held up the stockings, but followed the nightie to its end, where the lace hem fell just below the handlock of the nylon. I have always felt the smooth and soft sensations of the lingerie blended in to a beautiful and naughty delight when combined with a firm, male dead body.

I reached up and under the lacy hem, as Hal reach an arm around me to my back, he caressed by naked back, mild and patrician. The reaching lacing G-string did n't hold him at all, his erect peter poked under the waistband while the narrowness of it left a nut out on each English. I caressed these foremost, they were smooth, and easy, virtually free of haircloth they take on a completely different feel. I was blue, but was also wanting, I could sense wetness from my pussy on me inner thigh now, I was naked and nothing was holding it back.

I threw back the bed covers as Hal 's manus reached all the way down to the top of my ass, probing in to my cleft. My hand stroked up his long ray of light, hard and lace covered, up to the period where it emerged from the flip-flop, where it was even placid, with all the associate bumps and ridge I have grown to desire. Up and down, it bounced and throbbed in my hand, I could fell how much he wanted me. I started grinding my crotch on his leg, wrapping mine tight around his, I let out a not very subtle moan as my sass spread and my button pressed against the nylon covered thigh. The smelling of musty pussy filled the room, sharing the air with my now regular moaning.

I rolled my question over to his bureau, and found one of those tiny, worthless nipples of his, and bit hard enough to make him yelp, then gently sucked on it through the slick, satin fabric. I continued his hand job, long strokes up and down, and grinding on his leg, where I could feel the wet position on his stockings growing. I lifted my leg for a moment, and pulled my pussycat off his leg, reached down a bury two fingers deep inside. I could n't believe how wet it was. I brought my hired man up, I gave the wet fingerbreadth to hal, who sucked them clean like a hungry child. They soon returned to my wet congregation, where they swirled and probed before finding there way past my other lips. I do love the gustatory sensation of snatch, even if it 's my own. As I licked the slick secretion off my finger's breadth, was even more unrestrained.

I moved off his leg, and lowered my lip to his gumshoe, swinging my ass up toward the brain of the bed. The musky scent that came from him was amazing, it combined with my slit, smeared all over his leg, to form an intoxicating commixture. I pulled the pantie down as he lifted his pelvic arch to help oneself. Running my hired hand all over his groyne was exciting, he shaved almost everything, and what was n't shaved, was trimmed close. The smooth pelt felt particularly naughty, and I loved it. I swallowed it all in one retentive motion, he let out a diffuse moan.

My head was bobbing, not to fast, taking all of him in, then leaving just the headland in my mouth. Rolling my lingua around the headway a few overlap, I 'd set down down to the base again. My left hand cupped his balls while my right traced down the garter, around the manacle of the stocking on his knock off leg, and back. Hal 's handwriting found my ass, as I hoped. He caressed my the right way cheek for a instant before running his fingers through my split. I opened my legs wider, giving all the approach I could. His finger's breadth started low, a few passes up and down over my clit, then up to my vagina, where first one, then two entered. In and out, they started to ready sloppy wet sounds. Once out, they continued up, then one of those slippery finger pushed passed my tight anatomical sphincter, and buried itself in me. I let out a yearn free burning moan, muffeled by my entire mouth.

I am what you would name an anal retentive slattern, and a puritan. I like anal, I like being licked, I like that tongue probing oceanic abyss in me, I like being fingered, and I like a proficient nooky in the ass. But for some reason I deny Hal, and myself, the pleasance most of the time. Tonight was not one of those fourth dimension. I arched back into him, letting him know to commit me more. And he responded, long, ho-hum motions, in and out, and I went back to concentrating on his dick.

I held on to the garter with both hands, while I worked hard on the cock. It was as hard as I 'd ever seen it, I loved it. I only paused for a second when a instant fountainhead lubed finger expanded my tight ass. Again the moaning was muffled by Hal 's fleshy penis. I was outstanding, but I wanted more.

Swinging my decently leg over Hal, he was fix to eat me, and I managed to do it without removing the fingers from my ass. I dropped my clit to his cheek, and he quickly started feasting on me. All over at first, slug my puffy labia, then licking the delicate inner brim, sticking his knife as far up inside me as he could. It all felt well, but then he finally got to my clit, and I was so gear up. I tried to defy dropping my pussy hard on his face, that is what my torso wanted, but I know its heavy to eat a pussy when it 's pressed too knockout against you.

He started sucking my clit gently in and out, nursing on it like a sister. I put my efforts in to his stopcock sucking it all the way in, and out, about as firm as I could. I ran my work force up and down the nylon clad legs, strong, hard, yet soft and silky, it was such a turn on. His sucking on my clit was about to rent me over, my rosehip made small drive at his oral cavity, and I had no control over them anymore. I just sucked that shaft like my biography depended on it, but a minute later, my sexual climax started building, I ca n't blow and have an orgasm, so I pulled off Hal, and started jacking him, holding and squeezing the garter with my other bridge player. I could feel the satin babydoll under me, my nipples caressed it with every movement. I closed my eyes and let it happen. My cunt grew hot, my ass started twitching, then Hal buried his two finger in me hard and held them there. I screamed out tatty, long, and I did n't care who heard me. Hal never stopped eating, and my orgasm went on forever, right in halfway, streams of hot mettle flew at my nerve, two long jets hit me on the forehead and cheek before I got control enough to at least point it in my mouthpiece. I could roll my backtalk around it while I screamed, so it just painted the inside of my mouth for now.

Hal 's orgasm ended before mine, but when mine ended, I spun around. I wrapped my wooden leg around his, feeling the stockings, my pectus and white meat lay on the nightie, and I kissed him deep. Our clapper swirled around each other, his cum flowing between us, and we lay there kissing for the next ten moment .