Making of a Porn Queen Ch. 08
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Obviously she had brought it over with her, placing it down somewhere nearby, but within easy reach.
"Tell me what you'd like to feel me do to you're beautiful cock," the Emily-sounding voice asked. "Talk dirty to me, tell me what excites you, what pleases you," the voice continued, followed shortly by another 'click' as my mystery woman turned the recorder off.
It took a moment for me to consider that. Still slightly abstracted by all these images dancing around inside my head for one thing, and for the other, as her hand continued to fondle my prick expertly it made it very difficult to fully concentrate. Finally however, a though came to mind. I'd always wanted to feel what it was like to have a woman masturbate my cock with her long soft silky hair. Anna's was short, so that particular little fetish was out of the question as far as she was concerned.
"I'd like it if you used your hair to caress me with," I said huskily. I felt her slither off my lap, reluctantly wishing now that she hadn't as she'd taken those nice soft breasts away from me in doing so. When I felt her hair begin to wrap itself around my shaft, all thoughts of remorse quickly evaporated.
"Oh God that feels good!" I moaned happily. She wrapped a goodly length of that soft silken hair about me, then captured it all within her hand, pumping my member slowly up and down until I felt I'd explode, fighting the urge to actually do so with every fiber of my being.
"Oh yeah, stroke my prick!" I said remembering her words for me to talk dirty to her. Something I loved incorporating into whatever form of sex-play I enjoyed. "Now twist it, twist your hair around my dick and pull on it," I urged her, reveling in the sensation as she did so. "Oh fuck that's nice!" I nearly yelled out in ecstasy as she rewrapped my cock, repeating the entire process.
When I began to realize that if she kept this up much longer, I'd be giving her my own version of seminal conditioner, I said the first words that popped into my head. "Let me feel your pussy!"
She hesitated briefly, and then went back to stroking my cock with her hair.
"Please!" I added on the verge. "I want to slip my fingers inside your cunt, play in your juices, and feel them coating my fingers!" I'd been milliseconds away from shampooing her hair. Thankfully, she stopped just in time, releasing my prick, standing before me. I felt her reach down taking my hand in hers, guiding it towards her cunt. When she did, I noticed almost immediately that her pussy was soft, smooth and bare!
I'd been after my wife for years to shave hers. Not that I didn't enjoy the soft downy tuft of hair between her legs. But like anything, sometimes variety is the spice of life. Unfortunately, she'd refused, saying how much she hated it when it began growing in again. Now, caressing the baby-like smoothness of her skin, I felt my prick drool happily as with its minds eye, it saw the puffy outer lips, all swollen, glistening with her candy-juice. Something I of course could only imagine.
I easily slid my finger inside her. She was wet, very, very wet. I began to finger-fuck her, slowly at first, just sliding my middle finger in and out of her pussy until she was meeting my insertions with a gyrating pelvical dance that ensured I was thumping her clit with the palm of my hand. She'd placed her hands on my shoulders for support, grinding herself away on me as I now added a second finger to the fray, further stimulating her as well as soliciting a renewed bath of additional cunt-candy as she slickened my fingers.
I was so fucking horny at this point that I was fantasizing about all kinds of things, remembering how she, or at least how the 'recorder' had asked that I talk dirty to her. I decided to let it all hang out, and tell her exactly what else it was that I wanted to do...to her!
"I want to finger-fuck your ass too. I want to finger your cunt, finger your ass, and suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore!" I openly admitted to her. And though I had actually never done that, realizing now that I had the opportunity to do so just seemed to heighten my own sexual desires. I was sort of in the drivers seat here for the moment, and I was going to fucking well take advantage of it while I could!
All at once I felt her push against my chest, which effectively laid me flat out down on the couch I'd been sitting on.
"So much for being in the drivers seat," I thought.
Having done that, I felt her joining me as she straddled my waist. Her long hair once again brushing against my chest as she lowered her head to gently nip and lick the supersensitive knob of my pulsating cock. Mr. Fucking Wanted to Cum, had just regained its senses when he found himself getting licked all over forgetting all about remaining calm. I was just about ready to throw in the towel when I felt her climbing back into my lap where she rested that slick wet pussy against my shaft. I worried momentarily that she was about to place it inside her. One thing I did know, actual intercourse wasn't 'normally' allowed. I mean there wasn't any firm rule about it either, but Emily had once told me that everything short of actual fucking was pretty much OK. Only under rare and extreme circumstances did her clients or participants ever engage in actually fucking one another. And in my own case, I wasn't sure I'd comfortably be able to go that far either.
"I can't," I whispered somewhat pleadingly.
And then as if to alleviate my hesitation and concern, she pressed her cunt lips against my cock, placing the flat of her hand on my prick and began rubbing herself off this way.
"Close...but no cigar," I said. Not even realizing. I'd spoken the words out loud.
She stopped moving against me.
"Sorry," I was thinking about something funny I once heard about the use of a cigar.
I heard her laugh, catching me by surprise. It was sweet and sensual though she quickly muffled her mouth with her hand.
Once again she pressed her pussy against my shaft, I felt her heat engulf me, felt her juices kissing and sucking my prick in a blanket of pure fem-creamy bliss. As her hand surrounded my cock, she began to move it up and down, back and forth between that velvety smooth split. Slowly, she gradually increased the tempo until she was frigging her clit-nub with the head of my prick so rapidly that I knew she would soon reach her pleasures.
I felt her shudder softly, not quite stopping, but arching her back as she gave way to her orgasm. It was hard, intense as she continued pummeling her pussy with my cock, gradually easing the tempo until it beat ever so lightly against her as though using it to sooth herself. I wondered how difficult that must have been for her to do. To cum in silence. I never could. I was always so damn vocal and loud when I came. And I wondered how she would take or accept that when I finally did.
And hopefully that would be soon too. My cock was aching for release, but somehow I felt there was more, much more. And I waited patiently to see what she was up to next when I again heard the familiar 'click' of the tape recorder.
"What I want you to do now is lick my pussy. So lay down on the floor so I can more easily straddle your face. While you are doing that, I am going to suck your cock until I feel the cum draining down my throat."
"Click" I didn't need any further prompting. It had been a long, long time since I'd had that done. And not that my wife wasn't good at giving head, she was. But she simply didn't like my actually cumming in her mouth for whatever reason. I quickly positioned myself on the floor as I'd been told. Seconds later I sensed, then felt, as either Penelope Cruz, or Halle Berry, or maybe even Whitney Houston nestled their beautiful wet pussy down over my face.
As I dove into heaven, I began chasing her clit all over the place with my tongue. As I did, I felt my prick suddenly being swallowed by the most voracious pair of lips it had ever been my pleasure to feel wrapped around my dick. Sliding a finger inside, I began sampling portions of her cunt-candy, deciding at that very moment to begin slicking up another opening not too fucking far away. I had attempted this with my wife on numerous occasions, always getting a slap of the hand or a wiggle of her ass telling me no. As I began probing her cute little pucker-cup, I gently inserted my finger inside, easing it in slowly as I likewise began teasing her with another finger inside her pussy. As my lips surrounded her elusive clit, she surrendered to my manipulations, my finger burrowing fully into her ass where I now held her as though about to go bowling. Only in this instance, there was only one pin I was shooting for, and I currently found myself licking it.
"Oh fuck!" she actually moaned, though too softly to register if it had been anyone I might even have vaguely recognized. But the fact I had caused her to actually utter a sound was some sort of achievement in my book.
My only problem was, she was sucking my cock inside out and I was now having trouble concentrating. Mr. 'Are you gonna let me cum now?' was urging me to give in, and I was half-tempted to grant him his wish. She was doing things to my cock that I didn't know a person could do. As we literally tortured one another there on the floor, it became more or less a race to see who was going to cause whom to cum first. And being that she had a definite advantage at this point, I was rapidly losing ground as my prick was threatening divorce if I soon didn't give in.
Surprisingly, she did. I felt her tense, felt her ass tighten about my finger, as well as the one I was still busily fucking her pussy with when she exploded. Suddenly her pussy gushed an abundance of sweet tasting nectar that literally drenched my face. My moment of victory was short-lived however as my cock now having a mind of its own, decided to join her in the blissful ecstasy she was still feeling.
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