He was an artist. He was in complete command. I couldn't impose my will on him. I was his' to do with as he saw fit. I'd never been so completely dominated by a man. I'd never seen a man that could be so calm while working on my body. It was like he could will his response.
His hands found the top of my pantyhose. They stretched it out and began to turn them inside out. I raised my ass, making a mental note to find out how he managed to get the damned thing off more easily than I could.
He stopped nibbling and thrilling my tit for a second. Raising up, he slid his well-manicured fingers under the transparent mesh. The garment slid down both legs at the same time.
His eyes gazed hotly at the white of my panties. My snatch trembled at the wicked, lusty way they bored through the airy material. It seemed like he had X-ray vision. Growing up in the heart of movie land, and having money, I'd known a lot of sophisticated men, but John was unbelievable.
I arched my hips again. He hooked my skirt and half-slip and pulled them off. I lay there dressed in my skimpy panties. The juice bubbled through the double layer of rayon and embarrassed me.
His fingers sent chills trickling through my legs as he traced the leg bands. My tummy bounced as his fingers followed the top around. His legs slid gently up the inside of my thigh. My legs shot wide open for him. His finger traced the underside of my ass. He tucked the tight bands into the crack.
The tight elastic pulled my little split open. The juice dribbled out of my hole like a dyer. It ran along the delicate gulley and pooled on top of my asshole.
He took my hand and guided it between my own legs. My middle finger was resting on top of my cunt.
'Tickle your cunt while I get ready to plug you,' he commanded, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt.
I did what he wanted. I'd never played with my pussy in front of someone before. I felt wicked and excitingly depraved. My finger made the soggy cloth slide over the rubbery membranes in the center of my wet crack.
John was so handsome. He had the face of a movie star. His body was muscular and tan. His chest was covered with black curls. I watched anxiously as he undid his belt. Excitement gripped my belly as he flicked open the catch at the top of his slacks. My clit began to vibrate as he ran his fly down. My pink cunt-petals swelled as he dropped his pants and shorts in an easy, graceful movement.
He hadn't been kidding when he said he had an eight-inch cock. It sprang free from the confining clothes and jutted lewdly. Its perfectly formed, crimson knob bounced hungrily. It seemed to be searching for its prey. It looked the situation over like a cobra.
His mammoth balls hung, fully extended, below his gorgeous prick. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around his meat. I wanted to taste his cock.
I wanted to feel his strength and heat in my mouth. I wanted to run my tongue over his smooth meat. I wanted to smell his body and thrill to his need. I wanted to make his rigid tool drool like my twat.
The man had the same idea. He pulled me off the sofa. His fingers snagged the waistband of my panties and slid them to my knees. I stooped. My boobs hung, jiggling like jelly, as I pushed the underthings over my knees.
I trembled in desire as he drew me to him for a long kiss. My soft tits pancaked against his strong ribs. I tilted my head up, searching for his waiting lips. His hard-on slid up my belly and threatened to leave an eight-inch blister from belly button to ribs.
He lowered as easily onto the soft shag carpet. He pushed me onto my back. Breaking off our kiss, he twisted around. My hand snaked out and grabbed that god-like prick as it came towards my face.
I didn't need an invitation to guide it against my lips. I needed his cock in my mouth like I'd never needed anything before. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. It was better than taking on the entire crew of an aircraft carrier. It was better than sneaking into the locker room of the San Diego Chargers.
His hard cock tasted hot and salty. He smelled of need. His hairy thighs brushed my soft cheeks. I wrapped my arms around the small of his back
and began to force him lower and lower.
The rigid prick slid along my tongue. Its cushiony crown thrilled along the roof of my mouth until it reached the back. I tilted my head enough to allow his cock to penetrate my throat.
His slime began to leave a trail along my windpipe as his rod filled me deeper and deeper. I sucked in. I moved my tongue from side to side as best I could. Then I let his prick come out.
I tightened my lips around his cock-shaft and gummed his burgeoning prick. I nibbled and gnawed as he got ready to fill my mouth again. I trembled as his cock sank home. His balls rested on my cheek for a second time.
He lowered his head into position between my legs. The muscles in my legs rippled and tensed like a dancer's. His wet tongue thrilled from the top of my gash to my cowled cunt.
The thrills were delicious. He didn't have to draw the little hood back to expose my joy-switch. My clit swelled and shot into the open. He wormed a hand into position and began to rub the sides of my pleasure center while the tongue played tic-tac-toe on its exposed head.
I felt new rivers of nectar racing from my cunt. The fingers from his right hand dipped between the bloated petals of my snatch. They pushed the pink, crinkled flaps aside and dipped deep into my crimson well.
My sticky cunt-lips clung to his nose as he worked on my cunt with his tongue. My butt shook
with ecstasy. His little finger wormed between the lush cheeks and poked against my tight asshole.
His hard-on slid into my throat. His balls hit my nose. A nut fell to either side and rested hotly on my soft, freckled cheeks. I opened my eyes. The strong cord, running from the bottom of his reddish bag to the hair at the base of his crack, fascinated me.
John's fingers continued to rub and stroke the sides of my cunt. His tongue left the tip of the exposed joy- worm and washed the musty nectar from between the flaps. His tongue dipped lower. It thrilled around the hungry hole. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy with a pop. His tongue licked the dribbling juice away.
I gasped as his little finger poked the center of my asshole and twisted its way inside. My cunt filled with flames of urgency. It was impossible to know how ready he was. Most of the other men I'd blown showed signs of their need. John didn't. There was no trembling or swelling of his shaft. He was completely in control of his emotions.
There was no way to hide my readiness or need. I was so hot I was shaking. My legs were twisting and my hips were starting to buck and grind. I rubbed my red-haired twat against his nose. I tried to suck his tongue into my stomach.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I felt a strangely empty feeling as I savored the last of his lingering juices. He stopped licking my gash and twisted around. He spread my legs. My knees rose
to my chest. His cock knew the way. He aimed and headed home without holding it.
I beat my fists on the rug and bit my up as his big prick met my soggy cunt-lips. I moaned as his strong tool forced my little hole wide. My mind whirled. He pushed into my cunt and smoothed out the wrinkles of my royal pleasure-cave.
His cock drove deeper and deeper, met my cervix and kept going. I grabbed my knees and squeezed in uncontrollable lust. His cock sank in clear to his balls. I felt his nuts bang against my asshole before he started back.
He lowered himself. I hooked my ankles behind his back. My clit rode against his scalding shaft. Wave after wave of gripping electricity caroused through my body.
His fuck-thrusts grew harder and faster. His prick bounced off my womb like it was a trampoline. My ass hammered into the carpet from the force of his thrusts. His spear grew slick with my cunt-juice, shimmering in the light as it knifed back and forth in my hole. He allowed his cock to sink completely into my snatch. His chest mashed my jigging tits and made my nipples throb with satisfaction.
Our lips met. His tongue shot into my mouth and dueled with mine. The thrills turned my body to water. The need and lust turned from trickling waves to a pounding surf as he kept it up. I was caught in a storm of desire.
I lost track of where I was and what I was. My
mind swirled in the world of passion. The only thing that existed was the thrilling dick stabbing my gash. Our hips grated as he slammed his cock into me. The worn echoed with the wet slaps of our heated fucking. His ass moved in circles as he drove his cock back and forth. His rod went into my scalding cunt like a corkscrew.
I was rising toward my climax at an unbelievable pace.
