Cum and get me  

bigboooiiing 42M
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4/24/2006 11:59 am
Cum and get me


This was to be my night - my special night. You had asked me to book this suite for us, and then I sat on an easy chair waiting for you. I could look out of the circular windows to see the lights of the city sparkling in the cool April air, or to see the silvery reflections of the moon in the river, but my eyes were drawn irresistibly towards the stairs.

This was no ordinary hotel room. It had been built into a much older building, and it retained the circular room on the roof. Windows were on three sides. On the fourth side, stairs led up to a balcony from which you could look down on the king size bed below. It was to this balcony that my eyes were drawn. You had gone straight up there as soon as we arrived, cautioning me not to look upwards until you were ready. I opened the champagne provided by room service, poured two glasses, and sat them down on the small table by the window and waited.

Then I heard you move, and the long wait was over. It was then that I turned, turned to see you above me, the red velvet cloth clinging to your curves, the neckline cut to accentuate the swell of those wonderful breasts, the trim waist, the softly curving swell of your hips, and then your shapely legs encased, as I knew they would be, in smooth black stockings. You had dressed to please me, and you could see in my eyes that the trouble and effort had not been in vain. My face was a mask; reflecting my inner joy and the carnal lust which seeing you always developed.

I watched, transfixed as you slowly descended the stairs, the tight skirt riding up as you descended, revealing tantalizing glimpses of lacey stocking tops. Everything was deliberate but subtle; you knew the way to my innermost desires and were playing them to the full. Each step was a sensual act, designed to kindle my wants and needs.

I felt my mouth go dry as you reached the floor, your black-heeled shoes sinking into the rich pile of the carpet. Slowly, deliberately you moved towards me, your eyes holding mine, daring me to try and look elsewhere, but I could not.

Then you stopped, and paused; the silence in the room was almost painful. I could hear my own heart thumping in my chest, but could not hear yours; I just watched as your body slowly moved with your breathing, your smile a soft, sweet, sensual look which told of joys to come.

Then slowly, oh so slowly, you turned, revealing the back of the small clothing ‒ a weave of thin straps which knitted the sides together like the laces of a shoe, the opening narrowing to a point as it met the soft swell of your buttocks.

You turned a complete 360 and that smile locked my eyes once again, a knowing smile, a soft sensual sexy smile that promised so much. I had to fight with myself, fight to stop myself rising from the chair and simply grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed. But I had promised, promised to stay seated until you gave me permission to take an active role.

I watched as your reached down and picked up your glass of champagne. I Watched as you brought the glass to your lips, and your tongue slowly snaked out to sample the pale liquid. I could see the bubbles dance on your tongue before you slowly drank the small flute until only a little remained.

You set the glass back down on the table, your eyes watching me, knowing that I would seek to look into the top of your dress, or look at the smooth creamy skin on your back, or the silky sheen of your stockinged legs, or all three. It was like being a voyeur; wanting to look, to see everything, but not wanting to be caught.

Slowly you stood before me, and I watched as your hands moved to your hips, crossing over your body and then moving up like a self caress, a move I wanted so badly to do and feel you under that smooth velvet.

Your hands caught slightly as they reached your bust, the subtle movement sending a soft ripple through the exposed swell of your breasts. Your eyes partially closed as the palms of your hands moved over your breasts. Could you feel your own hard nipples? Oh how I wanted to feel those nubs of flesh again under my fingers. Then your hands, arms still crossed, reached your shoulders; fingers spread they caressed your own skin the way I had in the past with my own fingers and lips. Now it looked so perfect.

Agonizingly, you took precious minutes to reach the thin straps of your clothing, your slim fingers slowly hooking under the bright red fabric before slowly easing them to the points of your shoulders before they fell in unison to your arms. Now the dress fell open slightly, exposing a little more of the breasts that I adored.

I was aware again that your eyes were open, that you were watching me. I had been caught out again as I drifted over into some lustful dream world. Again I saw your knowing smile, almost arrogant in your knowledge that once again you had captivated me.

The merest movement of your hips and the dress descended. It was like watching a slow motion video, but gravity was the master, and the soft fabric simply glided over your skin.

Now there was no attempt to cover yourself, no bra to conceal your breasts and their perfect shape topped by those coral nipples that I ached to caress. You stood before me naked apart from a simple black lace g string which did little to cover the crest of your vulva.

You walked the two paces to close the gap between us. My hands reached up to cup your bosom, but your hands softly but firmly pushed mine away. It still was not time, and I obeyed your unspoken word. Silently you knelt between my thighs, never loosing that look into my eyes, still captivating my attention.

I heard the soft and felt the slightest touch as you drew down the zipper of my slacks, released the simple catch on the belt before drawing the material aside. My jacket removed when we first entered the room was soon joined by my polo neck shirt; itself slowly drawn up above my head by your own hands, an action which I know you had pre-planned so that I could see the way your firm breasts rose up on your rib cage before they settled back again. I felt your hand now reach in and capture my manhood through the thin material I was wearing.

Your fingertips passed gently over the length of me, tracing the thick vein from its base until it reached the crown and stroked around the sensitive ridge. Then they moved to the head, that lightest of touch, just enough to allow my pre-cum to escape and leave a dark patch on the silky material.. That finger was like a lance, emitting small electric shocks as it passed over my rigid flesh.

Again I started to reach out, but this time a slow shake of the head and mischievous grin was sufficient to make me stop. As if you could read my mind, your fingers moved to the waistband of my underwear and, hooking your fingers into them you drew them down. A pause while I raised myself off the chair then the disrobing completed, slacks and briefs drawn to the floor and tossed into a corner. Socks followed and now I was naked to your view, my rigid pole seeking to bridge the small gab between us. Now I yearned for you, your kiss, your touch, just as I craved the ability to reach out and take you into my arms. My eyes half closed, I let myself be drawn in that blissful state of anticipation.

I was barely aware of any movement, but I sensed your warm breath on my flesh, a long slow passage of time in which your warm air caressed me. Then the merest touch, through half closed eyes I watched as your tongue moved to touch my penis. Tip to tip, the briefest of caresses, and it was gone, just a thin gossamer strand of cum linking me to you, the only trace of that initial contact.

Again a touch, longer this time, the tip of your tongue tracing the slit at the end, drawing a silvery trace behind as now it descended over the engorged purple head and down to crown’s ridge. This was sublime torture, my cock twitching to each movement of your tongue, and still that was the only connection between us. How I wanted to grab you by the back of your head, force you downwards and drive myself between your lips, but the tension of the moment and the passion now rising within me held me back.

I watched as slowly you took the head between your lips, and I felt your tongue caress around it, bathing it in your oral juices. Then I felt your tongue again, passing lower this time, coating my shaft so that it almost sparkled in the pale light of the room.

Minute by slow sensual minute, you coated my flesh with your warm tongue, stopping when you reached the head to suck me between your lips. A sexy smile, a playful bite, and the feeling of your teeth behind my cock head was overwhelming. Tugging me gently towards you, before releasing me so that it bobbed in front of you, your tongue returned again, smooth, soft caresses passing down the shaft and again up again to hover above the head.

Now your lips formed into a kiss, almost heart shaped as once again they passed over the tip and over the crown. This time they did not stop, your eyes locked mine as my shaft slowly sank into your mouth. I felt the head graze the roof of your mouth then, after the slightest of pauses, I felt it pass into the tight confines of your throat. This most of intimate caresses delivered with no change of _expression on your part. I nearly erupted in an instant as I felt myself drawn further into your throat.

You withdrew until my cock was barely lodged in your mouth before once again you pushed down and engulfed me, a little deeper this time. My mind was reeling. In all my experiences this was special, the most perfect oral sex and delivered with no touch other than that between phallus and mouth. Once again you withdrew, only to descend a third time. The movement slightly quicker, more hurried.

At the fourth time I knew I could not hold out long, the constriction around the cock head as it passed into your throat was almost unbearable, like a warm ring of flesh squeezing me each stroke.

My climax was imminent, and I knew you could sense it. My cock tried to twitch in the confines of your mouth, my body wrestled with itself in an effort to keep in place, and I fought the urge to lift upwards to meet your descending mouth. My hands clenched the chair as I fought against the inevitable tide. Blood pounded through my veins as I strained to hold back the rising tide of cum. To no avail, it was a battle I could never win.

You sensed it too; the nerve fibers tightening, straining as my climax arrived with sudden, but inevitable speed. Just as the first spasm erupted, I felt in amazement as you descended again over my shaft. Pushing down forcefully until you had engulfed me entirely. That first shot of cum passing directly into your throat, your neck muscles seeming to tighten around me to squeeze my juice from the shaft. The second volley also served to coat your throat before you rose up to take the third and fourth into your mouth, your tongue now coaxing the final droplets from the over sensitive tip.

No touch was necessary now, indeed any caress would have been almost painful as my depleted cock lay on your soft tongue. Only now did one of your hands come to gently take the weight of my penis and lift it gently from between your lips and lay it against the inside of my thigh.

My eyes opened slightly, and I was greeted with your smile. Nobody would have guessed that you had just performed the most exquisite sexual act, that is until the wicked smile that I knew so well broke out across your lips. The smile breaking even more as your lips parted to reveal the remnants of my cum coating your tongue.

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