[18+ STORY] PERILS OF THE RETIRED MAKE-OUT ARTIST; SEXPISODE 1 - THESE HOES AINT LOYAL!!!

.....I wanted to slam her by all means possible. How could such a seductive beauty come to my house with all these sexiness and expect me to just watch? I devised a plan in my head. I was gonna pour some water or orange juice or whatever liquid on her dress and stain it. Then she would be forced to stick around till it dried off.

Did I sound that desperate with the last sentence? Oh well, who cares!  Although I was fighting a mini-battle with my conscience, you’ll understand it at the end of the story. Well, lucky me. I poured her some juice, then proceeded to pour mine. And just as she wanted to take a sip, her drink spilled.....

It seemed like the God of Fornication heard my plea, I thought to my self. I reached over to help. I brought some napkins and dabbed at the stain. But my evil mind was rejoicing. I finally told her to take off the skirt so I could brush it up for her. She didn’t like the idea at first, but she had no choice. I went in to the bathroom and brought out the smallest towel I had (trust me, there were larger towels which I hid). Told her to tie it around while the skirt dried off. She asked for  trousers, or a jean. I told her they were all dirty, which of course was a lie.

She reluctantly took the towel and went into the bathroom to change. When she came out, with the towel just halfway up her laps, I wanted to rush at her. But the gentleman in me stopped me from being silly.

After brushing the skirt and hanging it to dry, I went to keep her company. As we talked, my eyes always drifted to her laps. My mind would surely have given Sebestian Vettel a run for his money. If I wanted to do something, NOW was the time. She caught me glancing at her light skinned lap. she knew what I was thinking, she crossed her legs, and the laps became a little more exposed.

I didn’t need 'Junior' to tell me that this was an invitation. My hands, which were a little shaky, reached for her thighs. We had stopped talking by now, with our mouth at least, as we stared at each other letting our eyes do the talking. I saw the want in her eyes. She wanted me, just as I wanted her. So this was not an accident after all.....

...I wasn’t surprised when she leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. she kissed me so hard I could feel the longing in her. It then occurred to me that she had wanted this to happen for so long. In my gentlemanly behaviour, I’d never insinuated it for the fear of jeopardizing what she felt about me, but what ensued between us within the next 3,600 seconds or thereabout made me realize that feelings had nothing to do with this.
I grabbed her laps and put it on my crotch, Junior was already bulging now and crying to be freed from its imprisonment. My hands were going everywhere. the air of caution surrounding us no longer existed. I explored her body while still having a tongue-of-war with her. (It's called multi-tasking. You're welcome) When my hands got beneath the towel and slid gently over her crotch, she moaned deeply. she gasped for air as i inserted a finger into her with my thumb flicking the clitoris. She held my hand and told me to slow down.
"SLOW DOWN? girl, I'm just getting started" I thought to myself....

I obliged though, and removed my hand from her. Her breathing was fast-paced and she tried to catch her breath. Written boldly in her eyes were the words P-A-S-S-I-O-N.

I told her to take the T-shirt off, the sexual excitement had weakened her, so I helped her. I removed the shirt, then the bra to reveal a moderate pair of bosoms, the nipples stood at attention and before you could say ‘nipples’, my lips were already on them, driving her to another wave of pleasure. I undid the towel from her waist, but she still had her panties on. I massaged her crotch. She was so turned on, she was wriggling beneath me.

Her hips were revolving in a clockwise motion, her legs were raised, she held my head closer to her bosom and mumbled obscenities.
”ooh, ahh, oh yes, oh yeah, oooooooooohhh yesss.”

At this point, her panty was so damp with her juices. I took it off her and she willingly let me, then got busy down south. I don’t usually go down on women, but it seemed like she was gonna love me for ever if I did. I  licked and sucked hard on the clit, driving her to near madness. I proceeded to give her my foreplay signature move, writing the letters A-Z on her clit with my tongue. She was wild with excitement, her thighs held my head in place as she squeezed on the sofa, her toes coiled, her hips moving in rhythmic excitement.

She climaxed soon, her juices oozing freely from her orifice, and at a point, I thought she was gonna squirt....right in my face.

Through all this, I still had my clothes on. And my weapon of mass destruction was gonna rip through my jean trousers if I didn’t let him out. I disengaged from her and took my clothes off, then I just lay there with her, on the couch. We were both naked, her heavy breathing gradually reduced . . .and we started to kiss again. . .

As we kissed, and our hearts started to race themselves again as if there's a finish line in sight, my right hand squeezed her boobs and the other one kneaded her butt cheeks. I was in desperate need of a climax now. . . I was going to have her right there on the couch but she opted we go into the bedroom.

We got to the bed and she asked me to lie down, saying she wanted to ride my cock. I was excited as I lay on the bed and watched her crawl in between my legs, looking deeply into my eyes and licking her lips.

She held my cock and stroked it gently. She was gonna blow me, I thought, but she didn’t, she just moisturized my dick with her mouth. Then she straddled me and eased herself gently unto me....HOLY FUCK!! AGVDTVBHJYBNMXPJHV!!! Her pussy was warm and wet, and my c0ck didn’t have difficulty in finding a rhythm. She leaned forward to kiss me passionately. I grabbed her ass and started to thrust upwards. She  bounced to the rhythm of my hips, her boobs bobbing up and down, her hands on my chest . . .Her eyes looking deep into mine. We continued for minutes on end and after a while, I could feel my climax approaching. Not now Junior, not now. I slowed down a little bit, so she could catch up with me. She reached for her crotch and used two fingers to massage her clit. Then she threw her head backwards and the pitch of her moans increased, and then increased again. Well, looked like it was battle of 'increase', so I increased my speed as well, my hip lifting up to slam against hers in mid air . . .she riding my c0ck, me squeezing her butt, her boobs, her nipples, and my speech beginning to sound funny in my ears.....

She rubbed vigorously on her clit and started to scream again:
"Oooooh gaaaaaaawwwd! Oh yeeeeeesss, ooh yeeaah, don't dare stop, doooon't...shit!.. stop, ooh fuck! Yeah, yeah, yeessss”

At the sound of all that, she suddenly went dead quiet. I knew what that meant. She was cuming....cuming so hard she could explode. I couldn’t take it anymore, i turned her over and got on top, placing both her legs on my shoulders, her hips at an angle off the bed, my hands next to her head; my signature sexual move. And then, I thrust as hard and as fast as I could...Her screams would have been heard from the next door and maybe the next, but thank heavens for my sex playlist (Yes, I have a sex playlist. Judge me) playing through my home theatre, it did a good job drowning her screams.

My whole body trembled with such a magnificent orgasm. I just kept on going in and out as long as my hips could go. Then I collapsed beside her, totally spent.

As we lay there…trying to catch our breath, it occurred to me that I hadn't bothered to wear a rubber… Still relaxing from our little session, My phone started ringing, I picked it up to check, the caller ID was Pascal, my room-mate and her boyfriend.

The phone call was a cue to tell me he’s coming back home, I jumped up, screamed at her that Pascal is on his way. We both started to dress up as fast as we could.

Oh commmmon, don't give me that look. I didn't do nothing. She has always looked at me in a funny way and why did she come an hour earlier to see him when she knows he comes home 6PM, she also intentionally spilled her drink on her dress. Besides, what Pascal doesn't know won't hurt him.

The point is she enjoyed it as much as I did. And I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Come back next week for more stories. Until then, my name is Jay, your Average Jay. Born to please, taught to tease.

Written by: McDreamie
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