1. A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    we could improvise. But it has been many years for me, and I would like to be better prepared.” She had begun stroking my cock as she finished speaking. Soon I was completely hard. I was not at all disappointed by her putting me off. I was relieved, elated that my fantasy had not disgusted her. That feeling was almost better, at that moment, than the prospect of the fantasy coming true the next day. When I was so hard that the head was almost purple, she spoke again. “So, in these pornographic films, do you like watching when the woman is ejaculated upon?” I nodded. I always had found the “money shot” intensely erotic when it looked as if the woman enjoyed the moment. When she was merely enduring it, it was conversely gross. “I am being a selfish, silly woman,” she continued. “I offered to fulfill any fantasy, but I have told you no as soon as you confessed your desire. And now I would like you to do something else for me that I have always found intensely erotic.” She opened her robe, revealing her mostly naked body. She unhooked the bra in front (I felt relief that I had not tried to do that earlier -- I would have been fumbling at the back). Her small, upthrust breasts were revealed to me, her nipples hard little points. Her long legs looked magnificent in the black stockings, and the hand that was not stroking me went between her legs and started caressing her pussy, rubbing underneath her clit, with two fingers occasionally slipping inside before emerging to rub ...
    further outside. “If I am at the right peak of arousal, the feeling of a man’s cum landing on my skin, so hot and urgent, so primal, pushes me over the edge into a marvelous orgasm. And…” As she paused she looked embarrassed. “And… it feels as if I am allowing the man to claim me. To mark me as his.” At this she looked at me sharply, “and this is because I allow him to do this. Do you understand?” I gasped in pleasure as her hand continued to pump my erection, but I nodded and murmured yes. “Michael, when I tell you I am ready, would you cum on my breasts? I want to feel your essence on my skin.” I didn’t answer, but moaned instead. She looked up at me as I stood over her and smiled. It was that smile that always made me feel completely desired. It was the same smile as in the photograph. She continued to play with herself, and she was soon holding herself at the edge of orgasm. Her breathing was quick and shallow, and there was a slight flush on her breasts. As I saw that she was getting closer, I relaxed, giving in to the feelings she was provoking with her hand. As my own breathing grew faster and more labored, and my legs started to trembled, she realized that I was close as well. She scrambled up so that she was kneeling, but not back on her ankles. She was making herself tall, and when she heard me gasp that I was about to cum, she pointed the head of my cock at her small, perfect breasts and stroked even faster. Jet after jet of cum erupted from my body, coating first one ...
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