I had my eyes closed listening to the ambient noise of the air conditioner when his tongue was replaced with something far more substantial. I opened my eyes to see him fucking me with his hands on either side of my thighs pounding with jackhammer efficiency. He was overanxious and he conveyed the hunger to get off inside of me with my lips holding onto him.
He was supporting my left leg and running his fingers over my sensitive flesh while he was fucking me into oblivion. There was no thought of anything besides the pleasure gripping me tightly.
“I really want to fuck you from behind,” He suggested and I turned over to give him that target in question.
“Geez…why don’t you bite my neck at the same time,” I sarcastically said and my attempt at reverse psychology worked wonders on his young and impressionable mind.
He was fucking me hard and with long and determined strokes. The young man with the magic tongue stoked the fires with little kisses with circled figure eights on my neck, biting lightly on my earlobes until I was creaming down the length of his pipe.
He was amazing with the potential to be the kind of lover no woman would want to be without. His attention to detail and his proven track record with his tongue came into effect. He pulled out and began tongue fucking my asshole and pussy from behind holding onto my legs threatening to collapse out from underneath me. His speed and force was undeniably breathtaking and had me gripping the leather with my fingernails breaking through the surface.
He began feeding me three fingers after pulling out with me desperate for him to continue. Those three fingers were a factor in my fantasy and he must have been reading my mind. A fourth one was inserted and then his thumb got a little curious about whether not he was able to fit the whole thing inside of me.
It turned out my body was very accepting and I was soon getting fisted. The mind was a sex organ and the feeling of what he was doing and knowing it had me squirting all over his hand snug inside of me.
“I know some women are afraid of this, but they don’t know what they’re missing,” I bellowed and grabbed his wrist to make him fuck me even harder with his fist.
“I need to see your face when I’m doing this. I’ve always been a visual kind of guy, but I love how you scream,” He turned me around and I raised myself with my back against the chair placing my legs on the armrests using my flexible limbs to do the impossible.
He once again began feeding me his fingers getting lost in the pleasure that he was inflicting on me. I was transfixed feeling stuffed with his fist ramming back and forth. The feeling was hard to describe and the orgasm breaking for the border was going to leave me breathless with abandon.
I gave my clit a slight graze with my fingertips to turn the intensity of my orgasm all the way up to the top. I was flopping in the chair with my eyes rolling into the back of my head while he continued to apply the right kind of pressure. The man had this ability to understand the subtle nuances.
“I’m fucking amazed by what I’m seeing. This is my first time doing this, but god willing, it won’t be my last. I’m seeing it, but I’m having a hard time believing it. It’s simply astonishing. I just fucked my older crush and I couldn’t be happier.” He jumped back and the sudden departure made my hole flex involuntarily squirting all over the place.
I pushed him back, pressing my hand against his chest until he was up against the door with the knob pressing into his spine. The only knob I was interested in was the one between his legs.
“I’m going to suck this specimen and then I’m going to do the cleaning I mentioned earlier by swallowing every fucking drop. Stay completely still and don’t move a damn muscle except for the one between your legs.
The veins were popping quite pronounced and I traced each one with the pointed end of my tongue. I pressed every so often tasting the liquid sustenance seeping from the head.
“You do that better than girls my own age. They don’t have the same experience to know how to give me what I really want. That mouth is hot and your tongue is all over the place, but I know you have a method to your madness. The devil is in the details,” He murmured while running his hands through my hair until the moment of truth had him in its grip.
I used tons of natural lubrication to help get his rocks off. The space between his legs gave me a limited amount to maneuver my fingers down the inside of his thighs scratching with insistence.
I felt it about to let go of the pressure with his steaming spunk pumping between my lips. He was pounding his hands against the door until he had delivered too many streams to count. I had satiated my curiosity and desire, but he was not going to be a stranger to my examination chair.
I licked the sticky nectar from his shaft making sure he was clean. It wasn’t going to be long until the dirty boy would require my services again. He was going to have the best teeth and drained cock in the neighborhood.
NAUGHTY NATALYA
Chapter 1: The Attraction
“One regular mocha please.”
The handsome brunet barista was obviously in the zone for a flirting game. Although he moved to the coffee making station, his eyes were still nailed on mine. After getting it ready for me, he walked back to me to hand the hot beverage with care.
“Here’s the hot mocha for the lovely lady. You’re not from here, are you?” The attractive guy leaned closer to hit a conversation with me while there was no customer yet after me. I smiled at him, seeing him as a prospect boy material.
“Thanks for that. Got to go.”
As much as I wanted to play more dirty games, time was ticking. I needed to be early for my first class. I could still hear the sexy barista calling out one last time for me, but as soon as I left the university’s coffee shop, my feet were on fire.
Until things went quick and unpredictable. I felt a lukewarm splash of fluids trickling through my white shirt, soaking my tits with a tingling and sticky sensation to the skin.
“What the fuck!”
I looked up to find a hot, seducing and ripped man standing before me with a cup of coffee in his hand. Suddenly, all the disgust in my body vanished as lust quickly took over. I could not help but stare on his hypnotic green eyes behind black glasses that pierced straight to my soul. I had never seen such deep hue in my life until I laid eyes on him. He looked ripe for his physique and features—probably at his late thirties, but age only added beauty and appeal to his already oozing charm. Although he wore sky blue long sleeves, he wanted to be seen. His sleeves were rolled just below the elbows to reveal his veins and strong arms.
As I gazed on him, I spotted his initial reaction. His eyes were wide in shock, but the expression soon mellowed into lust. The terror immediately transformed into lust as his eyes ran from my eyes down to my neck, until they reached my blouse. I noticed him staring on my tits, which were now visible against the white button down shirt. The warm beverage plus the rubbing sensation my nipples felt against the fabric of my top added to the powerful desire running through my bloodstream.
I looked down to find my pink nipples hard and evident for his pleasure, which was both bold yet erotic for me. I caught him gasp for a moment before he turned those beautiful mossy green eyes back on mine. “I’m sorry.”
He scooped out a handkerchief from his pocket which he patted on my chest. I let out a soft moan as the fabric touched my hard nipples, gratifying me in an unexpected yet subtle way. He must have felt my bare tits as he attempted to wipe the coffee stains.
“Oh.”
I bit my lips. I lost myself a little as I felt the warm rush of blood in my veins. I never knew who this man was, but he was starting to grow more like my fantasy now.
He smirked at me, showing off a brilliant smile that made my knees weak. “I did not mean to, you know.”
Suddenly, my mouth went dry. It was as if I ran out of words to say. The man was distractive as he took all of my energy with his seducing green eyes. I could not take my eyes off of him. “I—It’s okay.”
“Oh, let me help you with these.”
The man knelt down to get some of the books I carried on my arm. Only then did I realize that I dropped them. I joined him as I bent down to pick up my things. Mr. Perfect froze as his eyes were staring straight to my loose, white shirt which was hanging low on the neckline.
Fuck, my tits.
I did not wear a bra today. I looked down at my chest to find my cleavage hanging before him. For some reason, I felt a sublime sensation in my core that was both unexplainable and delightful. Goddamn, if this man had plans to pull me on the wrist and push me against the wall, I’d be willing to be his guest.
“I’m sorry.”
He sounded apologetic, but his eyes would not lie. The blaze in his stares was obviously out of sheer lust and fantasies. He had seen a lot from me now, but I did not mind. In fact, I loved it. My pussy loved it.
I could not help but feel wet down my slit. My pussy was aching so bad to be punished. Shit, my nipples were sensitive, and every bit of this moment was turning me on. The fact that he was staring on my erect nipples only made the situation unbearable for me. “Fuck.”
“Sorry?” He looked at me with fervent eyes, the same eyes I could imagine him wearing as he choked me in bed while he fucked me hard. Shit, this guy’s making my panties wet without him even doing anything. After we managed to pick my things, I could not help but look down his pants. He was wearing a checked long sleeve tucked in cream trousers.