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In Search of a Redhead
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Ken_Riley, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
off. Long, hard, shots of cum spurted into Helen’s throat from my exploding cock. She coughed on the first one, but managed to swallow it all. My cock seemed to spurt for five minutes as I pulled her head to my stomach, felt her soft hair between my fingers, and felt my cock jerking in her throat. I didn’t want it to ever end. It was the strongest climax I’d ever had. My knees almost buckled, but I held her head tight until my cock was well through. I eased my pressure on Helen’s head, but she kept my cock in her throat, somehow stroking it with her neck. Each time she did, it would jerk. She really was enjoying my cock and was reluctant to let it go. She kept sucking and stroking with her neck until it was almost flaccid. Then she pulled her head off of my cock and stood up. “Mmm! I really did like that,” she said as she kissed me lightly on the lips and reached for our wine glasses. “I did too.” “No kidding.” She led me to the bedroom where she started to undress me. When I was naked, she did a very seductive striptease, the crawled on the bed. “Now, show me how good you are in bed.” Helen was good in bed, but nothing special; not what I was expecting from a redhead. We dated for about three months, and then decided that our relationship had run its course. It had been great, but was going nowhere. I think she was really looking for a husband and came to realized that I was not looking for a wife. * * * * * The next step in my plan to finding a redhead was to hit all the ... high-end bars every Saturday night. It took five weeks before I saw her walk in. She was with another girl, but I zeroed in on her and her lovely red hair. She was simply gorgeous with long red hair, green eyes, inviting lips, and I wanted her the very instant I saw her. I could imagine slowly pushing my cock down her throat and moaning when it began to shoot off. I would be straddling her chest and leaning forward over her face, her eyes looking up at me. I just had to get my hands in her gorgeous red hair and to rack my cock through her cute bangs! I waited until the live music started, then asked her to dance. Her friend had to encourage her, but she finally agreed. I had slipped the band a hundred bucks to play two slow songs in a row, so Barbara and I danced and talked the whole time. It was nice to hold her body near me; to feel her little waist in my arms; to smell her perfume. She was twenty-nine years old and had been divorced for six months; that night was her first night out and she wasn’t ready to date yet. But I did manage to get her phone number, so that was a good sign. I waited four days to call Barbara and she seemed happy to hear from me. We talked for almost an hour and I thought she was warming up to the idea of going out with me. But I didn’t ask her out; not yet. I wanted her to wonder how interested I was and I didn’t want her to think I was too eager. I waited another four days and called Barbara again. This time I asked her out and she readily accepted. ...