02-07-2020, 05:49 AM
"Oh yes Alan!, I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had. I'll do anything you want, I promise you, You wont regret it, I promise." I was babbling now! I would have promised him anything at that moment, even oral sex, which I hated doing !
"Right, then, get on with it!" he commanded.
He sat down again, in my arm chair, in my living room, drinking my wine, while I stood just a short distance in front of him. I drew another deep breath, hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my knickers, and slowly pushed them down over my hips. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I was going to show my pussy to Alan, the centre of my universe! I was looking into his eyes, waiting for his reaction. I felt the top of my pubic bush spring up over the top of my knickers. I pushed my knickers down further, and felt cool air touch my aching labia. I let them slip down my legs to the floor, kicked them off, and then stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart. From where he was sitting I knew that he could see right the way along my labia. I could feel the air on my clit, and knew that he could see this too. I kept looking into his eyes, which were looking at my pussy. I could have come right there and then.
He stood up and moved towards me. I was trembling with nerves and excitement. Slowly, he reached out and cupped my left breast, running his thumb over the very tip of my nipple. I gasped with pleasure, and almost came on the spot! He walked around and stood behind me. I could feel his gaze on my naked skin. He placed his hands on my hips and then ran his hands down over the cheeks of my bottom. He moved close to me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His right hand now slipped over my hips and ran around to my belly. Very slowly, his hand began to descend towards my now sopping pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my bush. I leant back against him, his left hand snaked around and began to tease my nipple. I opened my legs slightly, and pushed my pelvis forward as his fingers inched their way towards my most secret place. My skin felt as though it was on fire ! His cool, slim fingers gently touched the lips of my labia causing me to groan out loud and breathe almost inaudibly "Yes, oh yes!". One of his fingers slipped between my lips. I could feel how wet I was down there. I could smell my own sex! His finger entered me and my knees almost gave way ! Then his finger traveled along my aching slit and touched the very tip of my clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through me like electricity, I was whimpering and pushing my pelvis forward onto his finger. I was so close to climax, and was lost in the delicious sensations he was producing in me.
And then he stopped and walked away from me! I was so surprised by this that I almost fell over backwards as he moved away! I turned to him with a puzzled look on my face, but before I could ask him why he had stopped he picked up his wine glass, emptied it in one and dismissed me with a gesture.
“Not bad Alison,but I've seen better, and you've got all that horrible hair all over it. I don't think I'll bother with the blow job, the sight of that fucking bush has put me right off !”
I was crushed. He had led me to a place I had never though to go. I had been desperate for him to look at me, had begged him to do so. I had felt sure he would like me, would enjoy the show, and now this. I had been left teetering on the brink of an enormous orgasm. My desperation and sorrow grew. Something in my brain told me that I had to please him. I started to cry with frustration.
“Please Alan, don't be cruel to me. Let me please you, let me give you that blow job, you don't have to look at my pussy again, I promise. Just give me one more chance, I wont disappoint you Alan, please, please”. I had been reduced to a pathetic, whining child. I was on my knees, stark naked in my own home in front of this man. I had stripped and humiliated myself for him, and now I wanted more than anything in the world to please him further. Without speaking he undid his trousers and pushed them to his knees. His knob was hanging limply to one side. I was saddened further. All that I had done for him and he didn't even have an erection!
I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. I took his member between my right thumb and fore finger and closed my lips around the head. I savoured the warmth and smoothness it, swirling my tongue around it and sucking gently. My left hand caressed his balls, stroking and tickling. My right hand closed around his shaft and I began gentle up and down movements. He groaned slightly, and I felt triumph, he was swelling in my mouth!
Within a few moments his member was hard and throbbing in my mouth. I continued to stroke his shaft up and down, tickling his heavy balls all the time. I swirled my tongue over his glans, and tasted pre cum on the tip. I was in love with his knob. It was beautiful, it was hard, it proved I had affected him. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I wanted to taste him.
“Stop”.
I looked up stunned. “But you haven't come yet!” I protested. I felt cheated, surely he wouldn't take it away from me. He wouldn't be that cruel, surely !
“Get down on your hands and knees” he said. I immediately did so. He knelt behind me. I felt the tip of his member touch the entrance to my still aching pussy. I felt elated, he was going to enter me! I arched my back to enable him to enter. And then I felt him pushing into me, deeper and deeper. He reached to the very top of my pussy, slowly withdrew and then pushed in again. He started to push into me with strong steady strokes, gradually increasing in speed but always pushing in to the hilt. He reached forward to grab hold of my tits, tweaking the nipples, making them harder still. His hands moved down my hips and pulled apart my bottom cheeks, exposing my puckered little hole. His fingers played with it, teasing and tickling it.
One hand reached round and stroked my clit. I felt my orgasm building. It felt as though it was starting at my toes and rushing through my entire body. I began to fight for breath as the intense feeling ripped through me. I reached between my legs and stroked his beautiful, heavy balls, and then he was shooting deep into me. It felt like gallons of the stuff. I came again, this time collapsing in a sobbing heap after he had pulled out of me.
I drifted off to sleep, more satisfied and contented that I had ever been before. When I awoke some time later, Alan had gone.
"Right, then, get on with it!" he commanded.
He sat down again, in my arm chair, in my living room, drinking my wine, while I stood just a short distance in front of him. I drew another deep breath, hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my knickers, and slowly pushed them down over my hips. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I was going to show my pussy to Alan, the centre of my universe! I was looking into his eyes, waiting for his reaction. I felt the top of my pubic bush spring up over the top of my knickers. I pushed my knickers down further, and felt cool air touch my aching labia. I let them slip down my legs to the floor, kicked them off, and then stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart. From where he was sitting I knew that he could see right the way along my labia. I could feel the air on my clit, and knew that he could see this too. I kept looking into his eyes, which were looking at my pussy. I could have come right there and then.
He stood up and moved towards me. I was trembling with nerves and excitement. Slowly, he reached out and cupped my left breast, running his thumb over the very tip of my nipple. I gasped with pleasure, and almost came on the spot! He walked around and stood behind me. I could feel his gaze on my naked skin. He placed his hands on my hips and then ran his hands down over the cheeks of my bottom. He moved close to me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His right hand now slipped over my hips and ran around to my belly. Very slowly, his hand began to descend towards my now sopping pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my bush. I leant back against him, his left hand snaked around and began to tease my nipple. I opened my legs slightly, and pushed my pelvis forward as his fingers inched their way towards my most secret place. My skin felt as though it was on fire ! His cool, slim fingers gently touched the lips of my labia causing me to groan out loud and breathe almost inaudibly "Yes, oh yes!". One of his fingers slipped between my lips. I could feel how wet I was down there. I could smell my own sex! His finger entered me and my knees almost gave way ! Then his finger traveled along my aching slit and touched the very tip of my clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through me like electricity, I was whimpering and pushing my pelvis forward onto his finger. I was so close to climax, and was lost in the delicious sensations he was producing in me.
And then he stopped and walked away from me! I was so surprised by this that I almost fell over backwards as he moved away! I turned to him with a puzzled look on my face, but before I could ask him why he had stopped he picked up his wine glass, emptied it in one and dismissed me with a gesture.
“Not bad Alison,but I've seen better, and you've got all that horrible hair all over it. I don't think I'll bother with the blow job, the sight of that fucking bush has put me right off !”
I was crushed. He had led me to a place I had never though to go. I had been desperate for him to look at me, had begged him to do so. I had felt sure he would like me, would enjoy the show, and now this. I had been left teetering on the brink of an enormous orgasm. My desperation and sorrow grew. Something in my brain told me that I had to please him. I started to cry with frustration.
“Please Alan, don't be cruel to me. Let me please you, let me give you that blow job, you don't have to look at my pussy again, I promise. Just give me one more chance, I wont disappoint you Alan, please, please”. I had been reduced to a pathetic, whining child. I was on my knees, stark naked in my own home in front of this man. I had stripped and humiliated myself for him, and now I wanted more than anything in the world to please him further. Without speaking he undid his trousers and pushed them to his knees. His knob was hanging limply to one side. I was saddened further. All that I had done for him and he didn't even have an erection!
I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. I took his member between my right thumb and fore finger and closed my lips around the head. I savoured the warmth and smoothness it, swirling my tongue around it and sucking gently. My left hand caressed his balls, stroking and tickling. My right hand closed around his shaft and I began gentle up and down movements. He groaned slightly, and I felt triumph, he was swelling in my mouth!
Within a few moments his member was hard and throbbing in my mouth. I continued to stroke his shaft up and down, tickling his heavy balls all the time. I swirled my tongue over his glans, and tasted pre cum on the tip. I was in love with his knob. It was beautiful, it was hard, it proved I had affected him. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I wanted to taste him.
“Stop”.
I looked up stunned. “But you haven't come yet!” I protested. I felt cheated, surely he wouldn't take it away from me. He wouldn't be that cruel, surely !
“Get down on your hands and knees” he said. I immediately did so. He knelt behind me. I felt the tip of his member touch the entrance to my still aching pussy. I felt elated, he was going to enter me! I arched my back to enable him to enter. And then I felt him pushing into me, deeper and deeper. He reached to the very top of my pussy, slowly withdrew and then pushed in again. He started to push into me with strong steady strokes, gradually increasing in speed but always pushing in to the hilt. He reached forward to grab hold of my tits, tweaking the nipples, making them harder still. His hands moved down my hips and pulled apart my bottom cheeks, exposing my puckered little hole. His fingers played with it, teasing and tickling it.
One hand reached round and stroked my clit. I felt my orgasm building. It felt as though it was starting at my toes and rushing through my entire body. I began to fight for breath as the intense feeling ripped through me. I reached between my legs and stroked his beautiful, heavy balls, and then he was shooting deep into me. It felt like gallons of the stuff. I came again, this time collapsing in a sobbing heap after he had pulled out of me.
I drifted off to sleep, more satisfied and contented that I had ever been before. When I awoke some time later, Alan had gone.
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