Page 456 of S is for SEX

He was about half way in my mouth as he pulled his hips back and slid out. I watched as he repeated the procedure and slid half way in again. I let go of my boobs, reached back and grabbed his ass in my hands.

I pulled him closer. As I finally felt him slide into my throat, he began to moan. I held him in my throat and groaned as my throat convulsed. I released my grasp of his ass, and grabbed my boobs and squeezed.

I pinched my nipples, closed my eyes and moaned as he slid in and out of my mouth. I let go of my boobs and slid my right hand to my pussy. Soaked. I began to lightly massage my overly sensitive clit. A few seconds into the massage I began to tingle.

And I moaned.

I continued to rub, increasing the pressure and speed. And I moaned. I slid my left hand between my legs and slowly slipped a finger inside.

And I came.

And came.

And moaned.

As Erik fucked my mouth.

I felt his cock swell in my throat as he began to increase the depth and the force of his thrusts.

I groaned and pressed my tongue against his shaft.

He groaned.

And his cock swelled.

Cum, you son-of-a-bitch. Cum in my throat. I’m going to own you, Erik Ead.

As I moaned and reached for his ass, he released my throat and pulled his cock from my mouth.

“Holy fuck, position change time,” he said with a quivering voice.

I wiped the saliva from my face and mouth.

“Cum in my mouth. I want to eat your cum,” I begged.

“I’m in charge,” he laughed, “Don’t forget that. Come here,” he clenched his fist and curled his finger.

I rolled over on the countertop and rose to my knees. To my surprise, I was able to stand erect – on my knees. I placed my hands on the countertop and rose to my feet, and stood. He held his arms out and grabbed ahold of my waist and helped me down.

My hand in his, he led me to the front of the living room area. A large window faced the open courtyard of the city below. The window was approximately fifteen feet wide and ten feet tall. The bottom of the window was about belly button height. A large marble top desk was against the window, allowing me to work or study at the window and look out over the city.

He led me to the window, and stopped at the edge of the desk. He reached into my armpits and began to hoist me up.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded.

As he lifted me up, I raised my legs and stepped to the top of the desk and stood. He placed his hands at the side of the desk and jumped onto it.

“Put your hands on the glass,” he said, pointing to the window.

I looked out the window, and down at the street below. Cars passed every few seconds below us. It was Sunday night, but the street below was a main artery in Wichita’s traffic. A couple walked down the sidewalk below, hand in hand. I turned to the left and watched someone walk out of my building into the parking lot that adjoined the building. I raised my hands and placed them on the cold glass.

“Move your feet farther from window and spread your legs, baby girl.” He said as he lightly slapped my butt.

I looked behind me and stepped back and to the side. I took a deep breath. He kneeled down beside me and moved his head between my thighs.

“Arch your back and widen your stance, damn,” he said as he tried to force his head between my legs.

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