1. Mourning Sex 2


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    to be faking it." "I bet," she said sarcastically. I was in no mood to defend my experience to this ice cold bitch, so I said nothing. "I bet you can just step in and give her a g-spot orgasm any time you want," she said accusingly. So maybe I was in the mood to defend myself. "Listen," I said, "G-spots are not something you can just race in and do. There are a dozen ways to give a woman orgasmic satisfaction, and each of them requires different techniques and patience. I surprise her every time we get together, and she has surprised me as well." "G-spot orgasms aren't even real," she pointed out. "Only to women who haven't had one," I responded. "I'm sorry that you have never had the experience." "This isn't about me," she said coldly. "The only way for a man to give a woman an orgasm is if the guy can manage to last long enough for her to finish first. Most guys don't." "Do you only use one technique when you masturbate?" She blushed. Before she could answer, I continued. "I bet sometimes you tease yourself, slowly building to release. Other times, you rub furiously and race to a satisfying crash. Have you ever tried teasing your nipples until you cum? Try it, and then tell me there is only one way for a woman to orgasm." The icy bitch was actually flustered, and had no idea what to say to me. Her jaw muscles flexed as she struggled to find words. Did she press her knees together to combat a growing warmth between her legs? She was saved by a sudden commotion in the hall, ...
    followed by the door slamming open. Cindy rushed into the room and grabbed my arm. "Come on, John. We're leaving," she commanded. Tears were pouring down her face and her motions were very jittery. I should have realized earlier that if I was getting these questions, so was she. And if her interviewer was hitting on her at the same time, things would have gotten out of control quickly. I should have realized and moved to help her. We needed to put a stop to this nonsense, and emotionally storming out was not going to settle the matter. I did the meanest thing I could possibly have done. I pulled Cindy close, and putting my forehead on hers, I loudly said her name. At the same time, I turned her body into mine, blocking the view from the door. My hand swept up, and I pinched her nipple as I held her breast. She let out an astonished squeak, and her knees almost gave out. I caught her, and said her name again. Her eyes slowly found their focus, and she looked at me. "Cindy, I don't know what game they are playing here, but we are ending it now." She swallowed, and nodded. "We are going to go see the senior lawyer, and make him explain what any of this has to do with your grandmother." She nodded again. "I told you not to do that," she barely whispered. I was still holding her breast and her nipple. With a naughty smile, I rolled her nipple between finger and thumb. Her eyes closed, and she almost looked angry. "I warned you what would happen," she whispered tersely. I gently ...
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