Sexually Satisfied. Melissa Randall
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feel his heart pounding. “Give me your tongue,” he demanded. I obeyed.
As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse I reached down to massage the bulge straining at his fly. His cock was extremely hard—and apparently extremely large. I glanced to the right and understood why we were starting here. A full-length mirror on his closet door reflected everything we did to each other. It was incredibly exciting to watch.
David pulled off my blouse and expertly unhooked my bra. “God, Gillian, your breasts are beautiful,” he breathed. “So round and firm…and your nipples…” He began to lick and suck; it was even better than my fantasy. My nipples looked like raspberries.
I dropped to my knees and unzipped his fly. I pulled out his straining cock and flicked my tongue over the head, teasing out drops of cum. David groaned. I pulled down his pants and briefs and then attacked his shaft and balls with my lips and tongue. His balls were very tight. David’s breathing quickened as he watched me in the mirror. “Gillian, please stop…. It feels wonderful, but I don’t want to go off too soon.”
“Oh, no, we definitely don’t want that.” I gave him a mischievous smile as I stretched out on the floor. David yanked off his remaining clothes and dropped down next to me. He pulled off my sandals and lifted my skirt. I spread my legs for him, wet and ready, but he made me wait. He gently stroked my pussy through my panties.
“David…how did you know how much I love that? My pussy is dripping.”
He smiled, slid a finger under the elastic and deep inside me. “My god, you are so wet….” He stripped off my panties and spread my lips. “And your clit is so swollen….” He started licking and sucking; I felt the deep throb of a building orgasm. “Please let me come, please….” I whimpered.
He pulled away. “Not yet, darling, not yet.” He stroked my lips lightly with his pinky finger.
“I want your tongue again…. Please lick my pussy,” I moaned.
He blew his warm breath over my engorged clit, bringing me so close to the edge.
“Please, David, please.…”
He plunged his tongue deep into my hole and pressed his thumb against my clit.
I came hard, harder than I ever had before. As I lay there gasping, David slowly stroked his cock and stared at my pussy. When I had recovered enough, he knelt between my knees and thrust hard into me. I whimpered. He began to pump slowly and then faster as I gyrated beneath him. I screamed as I came again, digging my nails into his shoulders. He suddenly pulled his cock out, groaned my name and spurted hot cum all over my breasts.
We lay there for a few minutes, trying to slow our ragged breathing and racing hearts. “God, Gillian,” he said, “I knew sex would be good with you, but I had no idea….”
“That I was such a lusty wench?”
He laughed. “Lusty wenches are my favorite kind of woman. Seriously, you’re amazing.”
“Oh, David,” I whispered. “I have so many fantasies….”
“I know, darling,” he whispered back. “And I want to make them all come true.”
I straddled him and pressed his free hand against my pussy. “Make me come again, David.” I squeezed my legs around his thigh and rocked as fast as I could, feeling his finger slide deep into my ass. Intense pleasure built to a crescendo and burst through my body; from a distance I could hear myself scream.
I was limp and panting as David pulled my legs apart and slid his cock inside me. I sat perfectly still on his cock for a few minutes and then started to rock slowly again, staring at his glistening shaft as it slid in and out of my pussy. “I want you to come hard,” I murmured. “I want you to explode deep inside me. I want to watch your hot cum dripping out of my pussy.”
“Yes…I’m going to give it to you….” David suddenly grabbed my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard. I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock and rocked harder. David dug his fingers into my ass cheeks as he came with a long groan.
We made love two more times that night, sharing the intimate secrets of our bodies. We quickly learned the best ways to tease, please and satisfy each other. We both loved oral sex, so the sixty-nine position was especially exciting for us. David straddled my face and bent over to lap at my pussy as I licked his balls and sucked hard on the head of his cock. The moment I came, I felt his cum gushing into my mouth and down my throat.
Happily aching and sated, I slept deeply in his antique four-poster bed. When I woke up late the next morning, I was stunned and disappointed to find myself alone. “David?” I called tentatively.
He entered the bedroom from the dressing room. He was buttoning a crisp white dress shirt. “Good morning, Gillian,” he said briskly. “I hope you slept well. Unfortunately I have to run because I’m late for a meeting. There’s coffee in the kitchen if you want some….” He looked away from me, intent on inserting gold cuff links in his cuffs.
I wasn’t going to allow him to get away so easily. “That’s too bad, David.” I sighed. “Because I’m feeling incredibly horny this morning.”
I flung back the bedspread to reveal my hard nipples. David stopped fidgeting with the cuff links and stared.
“I guess I’ll just have to masturbate. And I’d much rather have your hard cock.” I slowly spread my legs and then my pussy lips. I gently rubbed my clit with a finger.
“Gillian, I really have to go—” His voice was hesitant.
I looked at the growing bulge in his pants. “But you don’t want to,” I whispered as I slid two fingers inside my pussy.
“Oh, god.” He dropped the cuff links.
I felt triumphant.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock-hard shaft.
“How do you want to fuck me, David?”
“From behind. Kneel on the edge of the bed.”
I obeyed, exposing my ass and my wet pussy to him. He thrust into me hard and deep and then remained still for a moment. I looked around and saw him massaging his balls, his eyes half closed in bliss.
“Play with my clit while you fuck me,” I demanded. I felt his warm fingers massaging my lips and then stroking my clit with a featherlight touch. “Fuck me now, fuck me as hard as you can.”
He pumped his shaft in and out as he increased the pressure on my clit. “I love to fuck you, Gillian…. I love to make you scream….”
I bit my knuckles and released a long howl as he shouted my name. I felt his cum spurting into my pussy as I collapsed onto my stomach, overwhelmed by pleasure.
3
Forty-five minutes later David rushed out the door, yelling, “I’ll call you soon,” over his shoulder. I took another hot shower in his cavernous bathroom, luxuriating in steam and memories of his hands and tongue, his hot breath in my ear…I didn’t think I could possibly come again so soon, but I leaned against the warm marble and massaged my clit until I moaned with a long, shuddering release.
The subway ride home should have been a jarring dose of reality, but I was too stupefied by pleasure. I sat there in a blissful daze, unable to stop smiling. “High at this time in the morning…disgraceful,” snorted an elderly woman on my right. I just giggled.
I was so distracted I missed my stop. I didn’t care. I nearly skipped the twelve blocks home.
I called Anita on my cell. “How was it? What’s he really like? Did you hit it off? Did you sleep with him? Are you going to see him again?” She fired questions at me until I laughed.
“Meet me at Java Java in twenty minutes, and I’ll tell you all…well, nearly all.”
I leaned over the