Your breathing is getting noticeable shorter, and I can see your tits rising and falling as you gasp. He must also be getting close to coming – I know it won't take much more for me!
As I watch you you look over at me, and with a movement of your head and a longing look in your eyes you motion me over to you – but this was not in the plan: I'm supposed to just watch all the way through? Painfully I walk over to you, the tent in my pants making it difficult. Your head is slightly over the edge of the bed now, and he is still pounding away in you, with a gradually increasing intensity, and shortness of stroke. With one hand you grab my cock – I am so relieved, that the plan is now forgotten! You unfasten my pants and take out my swollen, throbbing weapon, first caressing it, then taking it in your mouth. I reach down and find your nipple, rolling it and pulling it. I can feel you sucking strongly on me – more than you ever have before, and my balls feel like they are going to explode. Our guest suddenly shoots his load deep in your pussy, and the thrusts he makes in doing so push you even deeper onto my cock – you are gagging on it, but I'm so close now I can't pull out to give you more air. Not that you give any sign of wanting me too, either!
As I stand there, with my legs apart, my dick down your throat and playing with your nipples, I feel your body start to convulse. With all the attention you've had tonight, you cum with an intensity I've never seen in you before. As you do, you are sucking so hard on me that it almost hurts, and your hands come up above your head. You grab my hips, pulling me into you as I explode. All other sensation is lost to the feelings that radiate from my balls up to my brain, as I empty myself down your throat. You are still shaking with ecstasy as the multiple orgasms ripple through your body, and gradually die away.
By the time I gain any likeness of sensibility again, the man who dealt with your pussy has taken himself off to the bathroom, and emerges a few minutes later. By that time we are snuggled up in each others arms, oblivious to anything except each other, and revelling in the experience we've just been through. He dresses himself from the strewn clothing and then with a backward glance and nod, lets himself quietly out of the room. I'm sure it was a far more 'interesting' evening than he'd expected when he came into the bar and sat down with his drink, and for us it was everything we'd hoped. I realise that while he was in the room with us, not a word was spoken by anyone!
Maybe next year we should see if I can make a pick up? Would that be as good for both of us?
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4:53 pm Sunday, 2nd January, 2011
Soooo I think I found the last place you didn't delete me from yet. Just a matter of time right? (I suppose you still come here if you've updated your location to Bury.) Miss you lots, hope you're doing ok but I suspect not if you're so vehemently ignoring me. 3 |
