All persons are over the age of 18, and all characters and locations are totally fictional.
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Friday, continued:
Rose, Alan in hand, had closed the bedroom door. She pulled on him and he turned to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips rubbed against the others, and mouths opened to permit tongues to come into play. Before they got too entangled, Rose broke the kiss.
"I have to go make myself more presentable, Alan. Why don't you get more comfortable here on the bed and I'll only be ten minutes or so." With that, she picked up her overnight bag and sauntered into the en-suite bathroom and closed the door.
Alan had purchased a Lollicock dildo and some desensitizing anal lubricant at the Toy Box on Thursday. The toy was about as long as Alan's cock but much thinner. He placed some condoms and the lubricant on his nightstand and placed the dildo under his pillow. He then stripped to his cotton boxers, debating about changing into the silk ones which Laura had purchase for him a few years earlier. Deciding to stay with the cotton ones, he then lay/sat on the bed so that his back was propped against the headboard.
Rose was still wearing her business attire and she took care in removing her clothes so they did not get wrinkled. She then put on the special clothing in her bag and stepped into the 3" black pumps which were also in her bag. She applied a crimson lipstick and fluffed her hair a little and added a light touch of perfume across the top of her breasts and near the top of her trimmed pubic hair. Satisfied, she turned out the light and opened the door and stepped out.
Alan's eyes snapped to the sound of the bathroom door opening, and his heart suddenly leaped into his throat. Very slowly, Rose stepped across the carpeted floor towards the bed. She now wore a strapless black corset, black lace top stay-up stockings, and the 3" glossy black heels. The heels were making her hips rock side to side, adding to the allure. Alan's mouth dropped open and he did not even realize it. Rose was beside herself with the pleasure of knowing she was rocking Alan's world so hard. And Alan was obviously hard which made her just that much wetter. Exaggerating the hip rocking, Rose strode to the bed and gestured for Alan to sit up and face her directly.
She bent down to lightly kiss his lips again, resting her hands on his bare shoulders. She then lifted her right leg and set her foot on his crotch and instructed, "Kiss it, Alan. You know you want to worship my legs. Show me, lover. Show me how much you want this."
Taking Rose's shoe in his hands, Alan bent his neck and started kissing her leg at the knee. As she lifted her shoe off his crotch, he removed the shoe and set it on the floor and he caressed her foot and calf. Alan sort of twisted his head and allowed his lips and tongue to tease the back of her knee and thigh, and a moan of pleasure reverberated from her mouth. She pulled her right leg down and replaced it with her left, and Alan immediately caught her shoe before it could impact his groin. He removed it as well, allowing the shoe to tumble to the floor with a soft thump, and kissed and licked and stroked and caressed her left leg as well.
Rose pushed Alan to his back and climbed up his body to position her dripping sex over his mouth while staring deeply into his eyes and soul. He started with his tongue on her puckered rosebud and slowly licked up towards her clit while she rocked and angled her hips to facilitate. His hands were stroking Rose's thighs in her silky stockings as his nose and mouth trekked to her objective. When his mouth reached her clit, his nose was positioned perfectly where she had placed some perfume, and both allowed the incredible pleasure to wash over.
"Oh, Alan, darling! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, eat me up, drink all of me! Oh, God! I have so missed this! Ugh! Unh! Oh, yes, keep doing that! More! More! Oh, I'm coming! Now!! Aaahiiieeeee! Coming some more! OK, that's enough. Please! Stop, Alan, I need to rest a bit."
"Challenge accepted," Alan thought, very pleased with himself.
Rose sat back against his chest, removing her very sensitive bits from access to his mouth as she tried to catch her breath. His chin and neck were completely drenched with her juices, and there was no towel available to clean anything. The satisfied smirk on Alan's face, however, required addressing.
"So, you're pretty pleased with yourself, eh, Mr. Harrison?"
"Well, Mrs. Lawson, the question really should be, are you pretty pleased with me?"
"Dammit! He's just too smart for his own good," Rose thought. Aloud, she answered, "Yes, Alan, darling, I'm very pleased with you. Now, bide a few moments for me, please." She dismounted Alan and gestured for him to assume a reclining position. She removed his cotton boxers and wiped his face and neck a bit. She then went to the bathroom for a hand towel and a warm, damp washcloth. She returned soon and lovingly wiped Alan's face and neck and chest with the washcloth and followed with the hand towel to dry things. Fortunately, the bed sheets remained unaffected by her juiciness.
Having cleaned up her man, Rose sat on the bed at the foot while Alan reclined against his headboard. Now it was Rose's turn to smirk a bit. She took her right foot and slowly dragged it up Alan's left leg until his cock and balls lay nestled in her foot's arch. Then she took the left foot and did the same to his right leg.
"Oh, so you LIKE my hose-covered feet on your twig-n-berries, eh?" she teased. "Do you LIKE it when I do this?" And she stroked her right foot up and down his hardening cock a couple of times. "Or do you LIKE it when I do this?" And she stroked her left foot up and down his cock.
Alan licked his lips, still tasting her a bit, and squirmed a bit in delight at her teasing him. But he said nothing.
"Maybe you REALLY like it when I do this," Rose declared, and both of her feet stroked up and down his hard and now dripping cock with the shaft firmly grasped in the arches of her size 5 feet. Through the reinforcement of her stockings it was evident that her toenails were not painted, although the French tips indicated that a pedicure had occurred not too long ago and there was likely a clearcoat applied to those nails. The silkiness of her hosiery was driving Alan up the wall, and Rose was most determined to get something out of him soon. Stroking her feet up and down, up and down, and then she ran her right foot over the top of Alan's weeping cock, smearing his pre-cum along the bottom of her foot, then back to stroking up and down.
It only took about a dozen repetitions of the double foot stroking with the occasional side trip to the glans before Alan shook and his cock began to erupt. The first couple of explosions launched nearly straight up and landed on Rose's ankles. After that, the cum resembled a lava flow from Mauna Kea and made a large mess on the undersides of Rose's feet and stockings.
"Such a good boy! Now, doesn't that feel much better, Alan?"
Once he had caught his breath, he answered, "Yes, Rose, that feels much better. You are wicked to tease me so, but I love you anyway. Now, please remove your stockings and go rinse them out in the sink and come back to me here. I need to hold and cuddle with you for a while, please. And if you wish to get out of that corset, I might even have a T-shirt you could wear for a while."
Smiling naughtily, Rose sat back and carefully removed the left stocking. Then she sucked in the foot of stocking, slurping on the residual semen. And she repeated this with the right stocking until both were relatively cleaned. Rolling to her knees to dismount the bed, her very cute butthole caught Alan's eye and attention, and then she was off to the bathroom. Once she had closed the door, Alan arose from the bed and strode to his dresser in search of a T-shirt for his girlfriend to wear.
"Now, what would go well with her eye and hair color?" he wondered to himself. "Ah, a nice forest green one. I know just the one." And he pulled out one of his scouting Class-B shirts and returned to the bed with it. Reassuring himself that the lollicock was still secreted away, he resumed a position of sitting on the bed with his legs dangling off the mattress, watching the door to his bathroom. He could hear water running and he thought he could hear Rose singing softly, although he could not discern the song or the words.
Within five minutes, Rose emerged, naked as a jay bird, face lit with a broad smile. She scurried back to Alan and nearly tackled him back onto his bed. His cock hardened, her nipples sprang erect from her chest, and their lips were mashed together once again. Delighting in her pillowy and strong lips, Alan eventually broke the embrace and offered her the T-shirt which on the front extolled the virtues of the "Old Goat Patrol". He bunched it up and pulled it over her head, helping her hands through the arms. He then took Rose back into his arms and lay them both on the bed, resuming the light affectionate kissing. After a solid quarter hour of kissing and cuddling, Alan took command.
"Rose, my dear, I cannot truly express my appreciation for the gift you gave me earlier with the hosiery and the stroking. The surrendering of control of my orgasm to you is occasionally pleasing. Please do understand this clearly. I am an only child and I don't always share my toys well. As a result, I sometimes have difficulty in relinquishing control. But I acknowledge this challenge, and I can only hope you can appreciate it when I do give you such control over my person."
"Alan, darling, my love, thank you for that gift. I will do my very best to always treasure those times when we have fun similar to what we've already had tonight. Now, are you sufficiently recovered to allow me a nice cowgirl ride?"
"I still need a bit more time to reload my gun. However, I do have an idea of how to pass the time still needed for my refractory period. As I recall from our discussion of last night, you evidenced some desire for some back passage exploration. Do you remember this?"
"Oh, yes, Alan! I was dancing my fingers all over my sensitive bits down there and I did mention that I liked to touch that area."
"Well, during my visit to the Adult Toy Box store this week, I acquired something which I would like to gift to you in the hopes that we can use it jointly." He reached under his pillow and brought out the lollicock thin dildo and held it before her to review. "It's called a 'lollicock'. You will please note the textures of this toy as well as the shape of the end, a small mushroom cap. Also please notice the slenderness of said toy. Well, coupled with some back passage desensitizing lubricant," as he reached to his nightstand to display the lube, "I believe I can make some of your fantasies actually come true tonight. Are you willing to engage in some gentle anal fun, Rose?"
Rose took the toy from Alan and wrapped her left hand around it. Then she wrapped her right hand around Alan's and the toy was definitely slimmer than the real deal. Impishly, she placed the toy in her mouth and soon had it all the way in her mouth up to the base. It tickled her uvula, causing a mild gagging, but she quickly adjusted and soon it was headed down her throat a bit. Removing it, she inquired of Alan.
