1. Dream on


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Mature, Author: Unluckyforsome, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    gently pushing them out of the way; until you reached my knees when they fell to join the unloved bra on the floor. Then, with your hands on my hips you gently moved me back, and slowly lifting your eyes to my face you said, “You know you’re going to get fucked, don’t you? And fucked hard!” Words deserted me again and I just nodded. The next recollection I have is of me lying on the bed, the shoes were gone and I was just wearing my stockings. My were hands behind my head, propping myself up, while watching you strip. I can still hear the clang as your shoes hit the floor, and see you naked as you stood at the foot of the bed. I can still feel your hands, as they slid up my thighs ahead of your head, and the way you pushed your thumbs in either side of my pussy lips to make them pout open. Then your breath, feeling cold as it hit the warm, wet softness of my inner lips, and the shocks that it sent through me. Your hands continued to slide up my body, and caress my tits as your tongue flicked my clit. The sensation of your fingers plucking at my nipples as your tongue swirled around my clit was starting to send me into orbit. Then you stopped. Pulling back a little, you said, “Show me. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” So I did, taking the index and middle fingers of my left hand and sawing either side of my clit. Looking down the length of my body at you watching me, it was so erotic. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to please you; I loved the decadent feeling of ...
    slowly masturbating myself for your pleasure. Then your fingers, two of them, thrust into me, curling to find the sweet spot at the front of my vagina. Oh Christ, was I ready to cum, but you stopped. Just like that, you stopped and you sat back on your heels, and started to lick the fingers that had been in me, whilst the other hand was stroking, the now, very impressive length of your cock. I’ve made the memory of what it felt like to have you slowly slide your length into me. Feeling every ridge and throb of you, as my cunt sucked you into its depth. Your hands under my bum as you continued to thrust home. Then, for the first time, the feel of your lips on mine; your tongue probing and seeking mine, hard and relentless. You were claiming my mouth, just as your cock was claiming my pussy, the taste of you with a hint of me still in your mouth. Then you just flipped me over and I was on all fours. I felt the pounding of your cock in me, your balls banging my clit, and your hands gripping my hips – pulling me onto you, to meet your thrusts. An unbearable pressure was building and I was clenching. I could only be at that stage, just lost, like a rag doll at the mercy of your fucking. Your back was arched over mine and your clever fingers sought my clit again. “Come on, Lucy. Give it to me...” you growled in my ear. Then I was lost to oblivion; I came hard and squirting, all over your hand, screaming and shaking, I felt your movements quicken and then your release tensing your whole ...