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She had a rule
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She had a rule (Posting, but still editing and adding things here and there.) She had a rule. Never meet a man she had only talked with online. No phone calls either. Strictly talk through text, Instant messenger, email, or not at all. Too many creeps. Too complicated. But after months of chatting with him online, this guy seemed to be -- in a word -- a gentleman; thoughtful and attentive, with a relaxed way of making her feel comfortable and at ease. True, he was married, but these days -- with the chance of diseases and her desire to not have another obsessed puppy follow her around -- she found the thought of a little tryst with a married man sort of appealing. After months of talking to him online, she had acquired a strong sense that he was no threat to her safety and had no interest in complicating her life -- just a nice guy...with a very sexy imagination. So, one evening, after a long day at work, she was ready to drink a few glasses of wine and relax with someone. And there he was, waiting patiently on the sidewalk in front of her place. He wasn't Brad Pitt, but not bad looking: a receding hairline, but still youngish for his age. He had a sweet easy smile and warm blue eyes that made her smile too. They introduced themselves to one another, and after not sensing any bad vibe, she led him upstairs to her apartment. He saw now, for the first time, her gorgeous ass barely contained in tight jeans. He felt his cock swell. Sure, he was a gentleman, but he was horny too. She unlocked the door, turned on a light, and excused herself to the bedroom to change her clothes. He set the<b> shopping </font></b>bag he had brought down on the kitchen counter and pulled out a bottle of wine. Finding a corkscrew in a drawer, and glasses in a cabinet, he was ready with a full glass for her as she re-entered the room. She was wearing loose pajama pants, a tank top -- braless underneath a light terry robe -- and slippers. He had said he wanted her to relax when he came over, so she was going to relax. She put on some music, and they sat down, he on the chair, her on the couch. He let her catch her breath and sip her wine in silence for a while, letting her know she didn't have to entertain him. Her feet were aching. She slid off her slippers and started curling her toes and rubbing her feet together. After a while he scooted closer and brought one of her feet up to balance on his knee. He began to massage it as he asked how her day went, pressing his thumbs deep. Being careful not to tickle, he stretched and folded her toes, rotated her ankles and pressed his thumbs skillfully into the heel and ball of her foot. After every millimeter on that foot was addressed, he picked up the other one and began massaging it. He was good. It felt so relaxing and sensuous, but the intent look on his face indicated he was treating the situation much too seriously. She playfully extended the foot he had just finished massaging into his belly and tried to tickle him. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, so she moved her foot down to his crotch, rolling her toes around the bulge she found there. He felt a surge of warmth flood his package and stopped massaging long enough to readjust his cock in his pants. He worked both of his hands up her calves -- massaging the tight muscles as the agile toes of her other foot were growing a nice thick cock in his pants. Soon, he set her feet down on the floor and got up to kneel on the couch beside her. Cradling one side of her face with his palm, he pulled the strap of her tank top down to expose her shoulder. He bent down to skim his lips across the top to the side of her neck, pulling her hair aside and softly kissing up to her earlobe. He continued to explore with his lips -- her neck, her shoulder, around her temples, and eyebrows, the side of her cheek -- and then turned her mouth towards his. Wetting his lips, he softly kissed all around her mouth, gliding his moist tongue across her lips to make them glisten. He stuck his tongue out slightly to part her lips -- kissing both at once, then skimming them lightly from side to side, then gently sucking one, and then the other. Placing his hands on her waist, he guided her back into the corner between the cushions of the couch, as she parted her legs to bring him closer. He found her lips again and they began to make out with an easy synchronicity, quickly learning to mirror each other's technique and rhythm -- as if they had been kissing each other for years. He reached to cup one of her breasts through the thin fabric, circling his palm around the top of her stiffening nipple. He massaged each one as they kissed -- caressing, squeezing, and twirling her nipples between his fingers. He pulled her tank top up and over her head to reveal her darling breasts, then swirled his tongue around one nipple as he caressed the other. He drew the nipple inside his mouth to suck, swirl and flick it with his tongue. She moaned appreciatively. His mouth switched to her other nipple -- sucking, flicking and gently nibbling. He loved how sensitive her breasts were, and how responsive she was as they pressed their hips into each other, aligning themselves so the large erection in his pants could grind against the damp pussy inside her flannel PJs. With all his readjusting and realigning he was obviously feeling very constrained, so she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pulling the elastic top of his underwear down, she found the smooth, flared glans of his cut cock and the little bead of pre-cum that had already emerged. She pulled his pants halfway down his hips so she could grip his whole shaft and squeeze, reaching down to tickle his balls and then back up to tug beneath the head. He stood up for a moment to slip off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, and then leaned back to give her better access. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his penis and pulled it towards her, so the shaft and head became full and deep pink, and more clear pre-cum came out of the tip. She felt herself getting wetter. He knelt down on the floor to pull her PJ bottoms and panties off of her, and then her shirt. Now she was naked, lying back on the couch with her hips on the edge and her gorgeous pussy just inches from his face. He kissed and licked her cute tummy down to the bend of her hips as his hands stroked up and down her legs. He then put his hands under her thighs to spread her legs further apart and push them up towards her shoulders. Leaning forward, he kissed the soft, cool skin along the inside of both thighs -- feeling the heat of her sex and taking big hits of her incredible scent as he gradually got closer, licking the delicate round places on either side of her vulva, then down to her taint, and back up again. She put her fingers in the cleft between his ears and jawbone and guided his mouth into her pussy. He kissed up one labia to her mons, down the other side, and back again -- careful to avoid her clitoris for now. Then he flattened his tongue against her vulva and licked, gradually making his tongue more pointed as he pressed it deeper between her folds. He tasted her now for the first time: sweetly feminine, incredibly arousing. He licked up and down her inner labia and then her cute pink pyramid of a clit in circles that became swirls, and then flicks, and then swirls again -- up and down, back and forth, around and around. Damn. It felt fantastic, and he seemed to be lost in his own kind of heaven. After a while he guided her up into a standing position and had her bend over the couch as he knelt behind her. He commenced to kiss and lick her ass and playfully slap his palms on her butt cheeks, turning them pink and warm. He licked her with wide strong swaths down the crack of her ass all the way to her pretty labia and swollen clit. She swayed back into him as he licked and fucked her with his tongue. He laid back on the rug with a pillow under his head, and smiled as she descended slowly down to straddle his face. She proceeded to ride his mouth, directing the actions of his tongue and lips through her grinds and gyrations -- sometimes reaching back with one hand to give his large, hard cock a few nice tugs. After a few minutes of riding she felt her first orgasm building. Sensing this by her breath and movement, he gently sucked her clitoris into his mouth and licked it with strong, rhythmic, swirling strokes. That did it. She stopped moving momentarily, flexed her kegel muscles a few times in anticipation, and then relaxed completely, focusing her mind on the amazing things he was doing to her pussy. As his tongue kept a steady rhythm on her clitoris a rush of contractions started deep within her, releasing all her pent up tension in warm waves that seemed to take over from head to toe. He withdrew most of her from his mouth, but continued to suck and swirl at her clit as she ground down onto him, letting loose with a long primal moan. The contractions kept coursing through her cunt, making it throb and pulsate for what seemed like minutes -- and still, he licked away. In fact, this was usually the point where the man signaled his oral obligation was over and he was ready to start the phase where he was the center of attention, but he didn't stop -- focusing on her labia and the smooth taint down by her ass while her clit desensitized. She understood now what he had been telling her online -- about how he loved to make a woman cum with his tongue. No shit. Some sort of oral fetish. A guy could certainly have worse afflictions. His entire demeanor was intriguing -- the way he seemed so incredibly generous and attentive, but in control. Everything they had done was according to his desires, yet they were somehow right in sync with exactly what she wanted. He was getting exactly what he wanted by making her feel as much pleasure as possible. He had her sit back on the couch again while he knelt between her legs. She wrapped her thighs around his ears, her hips rising up to meet his mouth. He loved it -- nothing but her sex: the texture, the scent, the taste. She was at a sort of pleasure plateau, from which at any moment she could focus for a moment and cum again. He inserted a finger inside of her, and then two, curving them upward to find her G spot as his tongue danced with her clit from above. Experience with other men told her that soon he was supposed to stop licking her, but he didn't; in fact he seemed to be gaining more stamina and passion. Soon he spread her thighs apart and stood up, pulling her into a sitting position on the couch. She studied his cock, pushing it up and toward his stomach so she could lick his shaved ball sack. His cock was full, long and thick, with tiny red capillaries and a few blue veins on close inspection. It was almost muscular in the way the head and each chamber were so prominent and distinct. The ridge around his glans was flared out in a way that she imagined would feel incredible pushing and pulling in and out of her vagina. She stroked the shaft with her hand and flicked the head and underside with her tongue as he became even harder. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger most of the way around the base again, pumping it to make it fat and dark pink, flicking the tip of her tongue around the hole and shiny head. Then -- looking up into his eyes -- she drew his cock into her mouth, as her tongue wrapping around the sensitive underside of his penis. What ensued then was a historically significant blow job. The best he had ever had. She was an artist too, and very skilled with this particular medium. Using her hands along with her mouth and tongue, she kept his cock constantly stimulated -- sucking, nibbling, licking, flicking, then jerking him off with one hand as she cupped and rolled his balls with the other. She took his hands and placed them on either side of her head, wanting him to fuck her mouth. She drew him in deeper as she relaxed her throat and kept her lips in a tight "O," curling her tongue width-wise around the base. It was wonderfully stimulating. She brought him to the edge of orgasm several times, but just when he was on the cusp of cumming she'd pull away to let him regain his composure -- sometimes rubbing the leaky tip of his penis around her hard nipples. Finally, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom. She laid back with her butt on the edge of the bed as he placed a firm pillow under her ass so her pussy was even with his cock. He bent her knees back towards her shoulders and slid his shaft between her labia, spreading her moistness around. He slowly fucked that crease as she pressed his cock down with her hand to rub her throbbing clit. She wanted him inside, but he teased her, stopping for a second at the entrance to feign a thrust, and then sliding up again to play tag with her clitoris. Finally, with a giggle and a thrust of her hips, she aimed him into her vagina; and he relented by pushing inside as far he could go -- far enough that he could feel her labia spread around the base of his cock, as her clit smooshed into the smooth, shaved area just above his dick. She gave an affirmative sigh, and he proceeded to fuck her. It is often said that men think through their penises, and his cock seemed to have its own horny intelligence. With each thrust it found precisely the places she wanted it to go. He used every conceivable variation of fuck-thrust: fast, slow, deep, shallow -- halfway in and up to stimulate her G spot and then all the way in to the cul de sac around her cervix. Showing off his stamina, he fucked relentlessly, like a guitar or violin virtuoso improvising a long, perfect riff -- each note fitting just right with the one before it and the one that followed. She began to diddle her clit with her fingers to ramp up for another strong orgasm. They fused together, fucking each other in perfect synchronicity as she moaned and yelped involuntarily, finally cumming in one long, glorious climatic crescendo. He laid back on the bed and had her straddle him so she could be the fucking virtuoso. She guided his cock inside her, then began to raise and lower herself onto him at a slow and deliberate pace, gripping and milking him with upstroke, grinding her clit hard into his pubic bone each time she came down. Then she brought him all the way inside and ground down, mashing her clitoris and labia into his body, bucking and twerking on his cock as he reached up to press his flat palms into her nipples, or reach around to caress the cheeks of her ass. She realized he had the perfect fucking and cumming cock: precisely the length of her pussy and thick enough to really grip and grind. She thought about how easily she could cum that way, and soon she was, bathing his cock and balls with her warm moistness. How many times was that by now? She had lost count. Next he flipped her over, where she positioned herself on all-fours with her beautiful ass bent back at waist level, ready for him enter her from behind. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip up and down from her ass to her clit. The sight was so visually arousing he had to conjure up images of an ugly high school P.E. teacher to keep from cumming. He sank his cock inside her and began to fuck her with long, strong thrusts, going all the way in and coming almost all the way out each time. She reached back and tickled his balls, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He obliged, grasping the bend of her hips for leverage as he thrusted deep and fast, feeling every part of his cock fill her snug vagina. This time he didn't intend to stop if he felt his orgasm approaching, and she knew it. She wiggled her ass back against him as he thrust into her, bending and pulling at his cock inside her as her pubic bone milked the underside and his balls slapped into her clit. He made a few more deep thrusts into her and was ready. Pulling out, he put his cock between the cheeks of her ass and pressed down with his hand as he fucked the smooth furrow. She ground back into him, bucking her butt up and down while her butthole rubbed against the underside of his cock, providing the perfect amount of stimulation. Feeling the inevitable, he flexed his PC muscle and used the crack of her ass as a sort of launch pad to let loose a stream of cum that shot up her back, into her hair. He continued to jerk and grind against her with wave after wave of contractions as he strained to push every drop of cum out. She turned around and grabbed his cock in her hand -- pumping and sucking to prolong his ecstasy. With Kleenex, he dutifully cleaned up his pearly cum and pulled the covers up around her. Her chest was flushed and her legs were twitching from cumming so hard so many times. He leaned over to kiss her good night and turned off the bedside lamp. She felt satiated, at ease, and ready for sleep. He was indeed a gentleman. She could trust him to lock the door on his way out. ### |
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