1. Megan’s Transformation Into A Hotwife - Part 4


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Kee4Fun, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

    the food on the small dining table and left without a word. Mathias stopped his movement and slowly withdrew; it was a wonderful moment. I had recovered and was in a wonderfully joyful state. We both came to the table, unabashedly nude. George had pulled up his pants and began to sit with us. “Get that glass you came in and bring the scotch,” I told him. He retrieved it and the whiskey, handing both to me as he sat down. I poured barely one shot in the glass, swirling it until the contents had blended. “Sip this as we eat.” “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously. You know you occasionally devour a mixture of your cum and my nectar out of me, after our love making. I have decided that you are going to consume all cum that is deposited in me, after it subsequently runs out. A taste treat for you.” “I am not sure...” “ I am sure! That’s the end of it. Now lets enjoy this wonderful spread so Mathias and I can get back to it.” There was nothing left to be said. I picked up a large shrimp, dipped it in cocktail sauce, and enjoyed it with my wine. Mathias went for the bleu cheese while George went for the meatballs. He slowly sipped his drink as he ate a few meatballs. I managed to get Mathias to talk about his work, to discuss interesting cases he had done. While he did not reveal personal information, it was obvious that he had more than a few wealthy and well know patients. We both enjoyed the little life vignettes he described. I refilled my glass, grabbed another shrimp and, after ...
    standing up, strolled out on the balcony; Mathias followed. George, of course, stayed behind. Any inhibition I had was long gone. Standing naked in the night, cool air raising my nipples, was a fabulous feeling. Mathias was behind me, as close as he could get, his semi-hard staff nudging my butt. His glass clinked on the table, his hands then curved around my boobs, lifting them and fondling my nips. The exquisite sensations captivating my body; I could feel my heat rising. Moaning, I reached back, with one hand, to stroke him—I was unconditionally ready for whatever he had in mind. One of his hands dropped down, easily finding my sodden crevice. “You are ready aren’t you my sweet?” “Oh God yes,” I softly said. “Then let’s go back to bed.” “Exactly what I was thinking,” I whispered. On the way back in he said, “I am guessing that you have an appetite for anal pleasure.” “You would be correct. I actually love it but do not have abundant experience with a cock of your size.” “That will be no problem. It will not happen until you are ablaze with a seeming insatiable craving for more.” “More what?” “More of whatever is your ultimate sexual satisfaction.” He would explain no further. By then we were back on the bed. We started where we had left off. I was on my back as he tenderly entered me, slowly expanding my tunnel, as he pushed deeper and deeper. God, what I had missed all these years, I thought as I looked over at George. He was seemingly happy, watching and sipping scotch. He had ...
«12...5678»