Glamour Shots, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

Glamour Shots, Chapter 22

Date: 4/19/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

away. “I really need you to put that talented tongue to work elsewhere.” “Anyplace in particular?” “Yes… slide off and sit on the floor.” “What?” “You heard me; sit on the floor. I’ll take it from there.” I did as instructed, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, my back against it. She stepped in front of me and straddled me, bringing her pussy to my lips. The tall heels – her sole attire – allowed her to position herself perfectly over my face, her wet pussy at the perfect height for me to attend to it; it was almost as if she’d planned the whole thing ahead of time! I nuzzled her, and then kissed her, the heady scent of her wet sex flooding my senses. I parted her lips with my tongue, feeling the slightly rough sensation of the soft, wet hairs that framed her sex, and when I burrowed into her and found her hard clit she moaned and thrust herself against me. She was moving now, her hips performing a hypnotic back and forth motion as she slid her hot pussy against my lips. I held my head still, allowing her to set the rhythm as she fucked herself against my mouth. Although I held still, my tongue and lips stayed very busy licking and tugging at her tender sex. She tangled one hand in my hair and pulled me against her, needing that sensation of pressing her pussy to me, and she came. It wasn’t huge, but it was good, and I felt the shudders of it run through her. When it ran its course and began to subside, she lifted one foot and put it up on the seat of the sofa; this ... served to press her pussy more tightly to me, but it also opened her, easing access and allowing me to bury my tongue inside of her. I did, thrusting into her as deeply as I could, and heard her gasp. I hummed against her as I lapped at her sweet pussy, creating gentle vibrations, and she cried out and came again. “Oh, god, Davey! That feels so good!” “Mmm-hmmm. Supposed to.” “Don’t talk – lick! And hum.” She grabbed my head with both hands and held it against her, pinning my face against her pussy as she moved, hips pumping, demanding satisfaction. I aim to please, of course, so again I did as told and for all intents and purposes was mostly just present for her next orgasm. In reality it was a DIY project for her more than anything, her own hip action and thrusts against my mouth - which was pinned to her pussy - getting her off. Whatever the arrangement, it worked for Allison, and she had a very nice, grinding, rolling orgasm, her sweet juices running into my mouth. That set me off, and I grabbed her ass with both hands and held her to my lips, devouring her. This allowed her to free up her own hands to play with her tits and pinch her nipples, which she eagerly did. I slid my right hand down and forward enough to push two fingers into her again, and she pressed back, taking them. She was so hot and wet, so slick and receptive, that my fingers went in easily, and I felt her tighten on them. My tongue and teeth on her clit and my fingers thrusting into her soon slammed her ...