Ok, so this is a departure for me. I wanted to try to stretch myself to write something outside my norm, and in fact, outside my normal leaning and sexual perversion. This is not a matter I 'm really into, so to those of you who are, I apologize, because I 'm sure enough I messed it up. Let my know, kindly, where I went wrong on the matter, if CD is your thing .... If you have postulation for something you want, let me make love in the comments.

Hal had gone to bed a while back, I was a bit disappoint, I thought I had made it more than obvious I was in the mood for some fun, but he seemed not to detect. No thing, I was the solitary 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 have some advancement, 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 work the move tonight.

As I curled up to him In the dark, my arm over his trunk, and I could feel the satin babydoll he knew I liked, it was silky, and lacy, and the balminess felt so just over his harder body. He had got my hints. I caressed the material up and down, making the soft sounds that only satin can, and it felt marvelous to the touch. I rubbed over one of his nips, flyspeck footling affair that it was, and gave it a hard pinch. This brought Hal to life with a gasp, but he did n't say a matter. Whenever he dressed for me like this, he never seemed to utter. He rolled toward me on to his rachis as I threw my leg over his. The gentle, satiny stockings the covered his strong, lean legs felt marvellous against mine, as I rubbed my legs over him.

The dampness that was between my wooden leg when I first got in to bed, was now a slip wetness, I could feel it as I worked my leg up and down his, my labia sliding free against each early. My helping hand went down, working it 's way down the quiet material, I felt the garters that held up the stockings, but followed the nightie to its end, where the lace hem fell just below the cuff of the nylon. I have always felt the smooth and subdued sensations of the lingerie blended in to a beautiful and naughty delectation when combined with a firm, male consistency.

I reached up and under the lacy hem, as Hal reach an arm around me to my back, he caressed by naked back, soft and gentle. The reaching lacing thong did n't sustain him at all, his upright putz poked under the waistband while the narrowness of it left a nut out on each side. I caressed these first, they were smooth, and soft, virtually detached of hair they take on a completely different feeling. I was placate, 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 hand reached all the way down to the top of my ass, probing in to my cleft. My hand stroked up his long shaft, heavy and lace covered, up to the stage where it emerged from the thong, where it was even smoother, with all the conversant protuberance and rooftree I have grown to want. Up and down, it bounced and throbbed in my bridge player, 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 elusive moan as my backtalk facing pages and my clitoris pressed against the nylon covered thigh. The smell of frowsty kitty filled the room, sharing the air with my now regular moaning.

I rolled my head over to his dresser, and found one of those tiny, vile nipples of his, and bit surd enough to make him yip, then gently sucked on it through the slick, satin material. I continued his hand job, long strokes up and down, and grinding on his leg, where I could feel the wet spot on his stockings growing. I lifted my leg for a moment, and pulled my pussy off his leg, reached down a immerse two digit mysterious inside. I could n't believe how wet it was. I brought my helping hand up, I gave the wet fingerbreadth to hal, who sucked them clean like a hungry babe. They soon returned to my wet flexure, where they swirled and probed before finding there way past my other sass. I do love the taste of cunt, even if it 's my own. As I licked the pat secretions off my finger, was even more excited.

I moved off his leg, and lowered my mouth to his dick, swinging my ass up toward the head of the bed. The musky scent that came from him was amazing, it combined with my pussy, smeared all over his leg, to form an soak potpourri. I pulled the pantie down as he lifted his pelvis to help. Running my hand all over his seawall was exciting, he shaved almost everything, and what was n't shaved, was trimmed close. The smooth skin felt particularly naughty, and I loved it. I swallowed it all in one long motion, he let out a mild groan.

My brain was bobbing, not to fast, taking all of him in, then leaving just the head in my mouth. Rolling my glossa around the nous a few laps, I 'd send packing down to the floor again. My left wing manus cupped his balls while my right traced down the garter, around the turnup of the stocking on his plane leg, and back. Hal 's hand found my ass, as I hoped. He caressed my right boldness for a min before running his finger through my snag. I opened my legs wider, giving all the access I could. His fingerbreadth 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 make mucky wet sounds. Once out, they continued up, then one of those slippy figure pushed passed my squiffy sphincter, and buried itself in me. I let out a retentive corroborate moan, muffeled by my replete mouth.

I am what you would promise an anal slut, and a prude. I like anal, I like being licked, I like that tongue probing deep in me, I like being fingered, and I like a good screwing in the ass. But for some ground I deny Hal, and myself, the pleasure most of the time. Tonight was not one of those clock time. I arched back into him, letting him know to give me Thomas More. And he responded, long, slow motions, in and out, and I went back to concentrating on his prick.

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

swing my right leg over Hal, he was quick to eat me, and I managed to do it without removing the fingers from my ass. I dropped my clit to his face, and he quickly started feasting on me. All over at first, clobber my puffy labia, then licking the cushy inside brim, sticking his tongue as far up inside me as he could. It all felt good, but then he finally got to my clit, and I was so ready. I tried to resist dropping my pussy hard on his face, that is what my body wanted, but I know its intemperate to eat a cunt when it 's pressed too hard against you.

He started sucking my clit gently in and out, nursing on it like a baby. I put my travail in to his cock sucking it all the way in, and out, about as fast as I could. I ran my handwriting up and down the nylon clad legs, strong, tough, yet subdued and silky, it was such a twist on. His sucking on my clit was about to bring me over, my hips made low thrust at his mouth, and I had no control over them anymore. I just sucked that cock like my liveliness depended on it, but a moment later, my coming started building, I ca n't suck and suffer an orgasm, so I pulled off Hal, and started jacking him, holding and squeezing the garter with my other handwriting. I could finger the satin babydoll under me, my nipples caressed it with every movement. I closed my centre and let it happen. My cunt grew hot, my ass started twitching, then Hal buried his two finger in me laborious and held them there. I screamed out gimcrack, long, and I did n't care who heard me. Hal never stopped eating, and my orgasm went on forever, right in heart, streams of hot heart flew at my face, two long jets hit me on the brow and boldness before I got control enough to at least point it in my mouth. I could envelop my back talk 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 legs around his, feeling the stockings, my chest and titty lay on the nightie, and I kissed him deep. Our tongue swirled around each early, his cum flowing between us, and we lay there kissing for the following ten instant .