"You must work out Pete? You've got an awesome physique," she cooed. "Are you ready for your blowjob?"
Her compliment of my body hit the spot. My heart surged again at her acceptance of me. I responded, "Are you ready to come on my tongue?"
She giggled, crawled rapidly up my body, turned her body around again, spread her legs and bounced her pussy down over my mouth. I didn't have to do anything but stick out my tongue she was bouncing around so much. But I did anyway – I moved my tongue, thrusting into her, feeling her ass cheeks bouncing against my face.
I felt her breath around my scrotum. As I tongued her dripping pussy, and her ass cheeks bounced on my face, I began to feel her breathing, then blowing on my balls.
The steel rings gripping my shaft, the rings that gave Nicole so much pleasure, were really beginning to hurt.
The I felt her mouth envelop my cock, all the way into her warm mouth, and her tongue ran all up and down the shaft, up, down, and around. I hadn't had many blowjobs in my life. Every time I did, though, it always sort of amazed me that women would actually enjoy providing the kind of pleasure men fantasized about. But this was way beyond anything even I had fantasized about.
I had followed Stephanie Seymour's career progress, from her early days as a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model to her becoming the leading Victoria's Secret glamour girl. I'd fantasized intensely about her, while gazing at her lingerie-clad body in photos. Truth to tell, I'd spackled several of the Victoria's Secret catalogs with loads of come, as Ms. Seymour's pictures inspired my masturbatory response; it felt like I actually knew her . . . and now, a woman who appeared to be her exact twin, was mounted on my face, her naked pussy grinding away on my mouth.
She was applying a blowjob beyond description. I was bound tightly to the bed, spreadeagled beneath her. And my cock was encased in a tight, steel Gates of Hell. My mind, my manhood, and my entire being were all spinning wildly, wildly out of control.
And on she sucked, and blew, and jiggled, and shimmied, and prodded, and sucked some more. It felt so good, and it felt so bad, as my cock got ever harder, straining against the unforgiving steel to feel the touch of her tongue.
I don't remember how long this went on. I also don't know precisely when, or exactly how, but I actually passed out. That's right, I actually became unconscious.
I don't know how long I was passed out, but when I came to, some light was coming in through the curtains. It was morning. As I began to realize where I was, I felt Nicole lying on top of me. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock, and she had dozed off.
