Lic - Vince

Vince loved his new house. It was close enough to the local University that it attracted a lot of the college girls. It had a pool that gave him a reason to invite them over in the summer. And it was still private enough to let him have fun. His current conquest, Vicki, was laying stomach down in a chaise beside him wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits. He'd invited her over for a swim last week and was extremely happy that she took him up on his offer.

"See something you like?" she asked. Vince was kneeling beside the lounge chair, and had been caught staring at her back and ass. She certainly had an incredible figure. Even though she was many years younger than he was, there was no reason he couldn't have a least a little fun.

"As a matter of fact I do," he answered, pouring a little tanning oil into his palm and smiling down at her. He put his hands on her back, massaging the oil into her skin as she closed her eyes, relaxing.

"I bet. There's a bit of talk about you on campus, you know," she said softly, smiling.

"Yeah? I hope it's nothing bad."

"No..." she giggled, "it's definitely nothing bad."

His hands stroked over her back, sliding over her muscles, pinching, pulling, and thrusting into them, as he slowly moved down her body. "So... what is it they're talking about?" His hands moved along the waist band of her bikini bottoms, just over her tight ass, slowly stroking the sensitive flesh. He hadn't been much of an ass-man before this, but her rear was so perfectly shaped. He couldn't help staring at it.

Vicki shivered, goosebumps forming all over her skin in her excitement. "They say you're... uh... very good."

"Good?" he asked coyly. He knew what they were talking about. He worked on this skill a lot and was pleased that his dates enjoyed it. He ran his hands over her ass and started massaging the back of her thighs, running his fingers between them slowly and teasingly.

"Mmmm hmmm," she said softly, her eyes closing, her breath increasing. "That feels good."

"How so?" his fingers slid between her thighs, spreading them a little more. She was going to protest, not let him do this, but the pleasure she was feeling was so intoxicating. Her ass was incredible and he moaned softly as he leaned forward looking over it and between her thighs. His fingers started tracing the line along the leg band of her bikini.

Vicki felt so embarrassed but so incredibly turned on. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and remained locked in place, at his mercy, as the pleasure coursed through her. Instinctively, she arched her back a little, rotating her ass up for better access.

"They said you had a nice.... touch," she said softly.

His fingers curled beneath the thin material and pulled it aside, exposing her rosebud asshole and puffy pussy lips beneath. One finger slid down the crack of her ass, softly circling her asshole for a moment.

"My.... touch? Like this?" he teased, feeling her body trembling.

Vicki gasped, her body shivering with excitement. She could barely think at the moment. Then Vince leaned over and flicked his tongue on her ass cheek, kissing it softly.

"Oh God... yes..." she panted. She grabbed the edge of the lounge chair tightly, squeezing until her hands were white.

"Which do you want more? My fingers?" he said, sliding them along the crack of her ass, teasing her sensitive flesh. "Or... my tongue?" He leaned down again and licked her ass cheek, slowly sliding his tongue between the two, probing for more sensitive spots. He used both hands to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her most intimate spots. She exhaled sharply as the tip of his tongue circled her asshole.

She was panting as he slid his tongue a little lower, slightly touching her pouty labia. Then he pulled away, his hands stroking her ass cheeks.

"So? Which is it people are talking about?" he teased.

"Your.... your tongue," she admitted without looking at him.

"And you want to know how good I can make you feel with my tongue, don't you? They made you wonder what it'll feel like when I push my tongue into your pussy."

"Yes," she mumbled quietly.

"Then I suggest we go inside." He released her bikini bottoms, leaving them askew on her ass and stood. She opened her eyes, her face flushed, her pupils dilated, and sat up. She kept her gaze down in embarrassment as he took her hand and helped her stand.

The glaring sound of a musical ringtone broke the silent tension. Vicki looked at her handbag in wonder for a moment, temporarily forgetting what the sound even meant.

"Oh, my phone," she said, leaning over and rifling through her purse. She pulled forth the lighted device and opened it up.

Vince collected a few items from the deck, preparing to go inside for some serious fun when he was interrupted.

"I'm.... I'm sorry.... but I have to go," Vicki said quietly. "I told my mom that I'd help her take my grandma shopping. Can we.... uh... do this later?"

Vince smiled. He knew he had her so excited she'd do anything to have him. It was a position he loved being in... loved knowing that he could excite someone so much that they couldn't wait to see him.

"Definitely," he said pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. "9:00... you come over here... and I'll make sure you leave happy."

"Ok." Vicki blushed again and pulled away from him, gathering her bag and heading through the gate to her car. He heard his own phone give a buzz as Vicki got inside her car and backed out. He pulled it from his pocket to see it was a text message from Danielle.

'Damn it! Work sucks. Need it bad!'

He smiled, remembering his last time with her. She was certainly a woman he could be tied down for. She was smart, beautiful, and extremely sexy. And the sex they had together was incredible. He knew he'd jump at the chance to be with her again. Unfortunately, he'd just made plans with Vicki.

He typed a quick response and pressed the send button just as he walked back into his house.

'Can't tonight, I have a date'

He went into the office and turned on the computer, sitting down to let it warm up. He was watching his phone while he waited, knowing just what Danielle would say next.

'Fuck! Cancel. Tonight 8. NEED IT!'

He smiled. He loved sowing the need. He typed a quick apology text to Vicki, arranging to meet tomorrow instead.

His mind quickly wandered to thoughts of Danielle, of when they last got together, then back to when they met six months ago. He was out at a local bar with a few of his friends, dancing and having a good time. He noticed several older women enter the bar, dressed to kill. He couldn't help but watch them as they moved with their drinks to a nearby table.

Danielle caught his attention immediately, with that skimpy, short, white skirt and spaghetti strapped top. The way her breasts moved within her shirt he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and every swish of her hips teased at the possibility of seeing beneath her skirt. He kept dancing, his eyes watching her, waiting, wanting...

It only took a couple minutes before she realized he was staring at her. She acknowledged his gaze with a whisper of a smile as she took another sip of her drink. He watched as she leaned in to talk to her friends for a second, then got up and walked straight towards him, stopping right in front of him. She swayed to the music, dancing with him, as she looked confidently into his eyes.

He smiled at her, moving a little closer.

"Couldn't wait any longer to dance with me, could you?" he asked laughing.

"Oh, I could've waited longer. I just didn't want you stalking me any more."

He put a hand on his chest, feigning that she just shot him. "Stalking you? Oh, I'm wounded to the core."

"I think staring at me like that would constitute stalking," she laughed.

He moved even closer to her, his mouth near her ear. "I think staring at you like that constitutes desire."

"Desire, eh?" she laughed, wondering if he'd tell her what he desired.

They danced for several songs, inches apart, his hands brushing against her, holding her briefly then letting go. Although she was many years older than he was, he wanted her... badly. He knew he could please her like no other.

After an hour of dancing, grabbing drinks, and moving about the bar together, they moved to a corner of the bar, away from the main crowd.

"So, still think you have that desire?" she asked, her hands on his hips, staring into his eyes.

"Even more so... I have this strong urge to see what you taste like..." he said softly. He felt her body shiver, felt her hands quake at the comment.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm... and I think that you need to take me home before I make you cum right here on the dance floor." He slid against her, holding her tightly to him, one hand on the small of her back while the other grabbed her hair in the back and lightly pulled it. He pushed his erection against her thigh, letting her know just how excited she made him.

"You're a bit direct, aren't you?" she smiled.

"I just know what I want when I see it. And I know you're going to absolutely love my tongue on your pussy."

She looked at him for a moment, wondering... feeling her body telling her to do it. Five minutes later, she was leading him out the front door, hand in hand.

Vince glanced at his watch, realizing he had two hours to get ready. He clicked the mouse on the computer screen a few times and brought up a list of videos that he and Danielle made. She certainly wasn't shy about making private, sexy videos, he thought, seeing the dozen or so choices before him. He opened one and sat back as it started playing.

On the screen, Danielle stood before him and slowly undressed at his urging. He watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it down her arms, exposing her beautiful, bra-covered breasts. She had such lovely breasts, he thought, not too big and not too small. Her nipples were perfectly proportioned and seemingly always hard. He licked his lips remembering how they felt beneath his tongue.

"You like my tits?" she asked teasingly, her hands lifting and squeezing them.

"You know it," he answered, the video zooming closer on her chest.

"Then show me," she ordered.

The camera wobbled and lost it's subject as he moved closer and, based on the sounds, obviously licked and sucked on her nipple.

"Mmmmmm, that's it, baby.... that feels nice...," she moaned.

Vince settled back in the desk chair, casually stroking himself through his swimtrunks as he watched the display. In the video, he backed away from Danielle, the screen showing her luscious breasts again, one now covered with saliva. The nipple was very hard, protruding noticeably from her breast.

"I like something else even more," he said from behind the camera.

"Yeah?" she smiled, loving their naughty game.

"Show me," he commanded her, panning the camera lower. Her hands moved to the front of her jeans, unfastening them as she turned away from the camera. Her giggles came out of the speakers as her jeans were lowered, exposing her beautiful ass, the thin G-string bottoms guiding the eyes to just the right spots. "Damn, baby, that's incredibly hot," he said, his hand stroking over her ass. His finger hooked into the string that delved between her cheeks and pulled it aside. "Oh, that's nice..." he moaned softly.

He groaned in his chair as he watched his own hand extend towards her ass in the video, the now wet finger circling her asshole and then slowly pushing into it.

"Hold your ass open," he ordered and her hands appeared, pulling her ass cheeks apart, relieving him of that duty. His hand, then, began to play. The finger in her ass twisted, pushed, and pulled, fucking her more rapidly while she moaned and bent forward. The camera panned lower, showing her damp pussy below as he recorded her torture.

His hands pulled his swim trunks down, falling to his ankles, and he started stroking his hardness as he continued to watch the computer screen. He was conflicted, wanting to cum so badly, but not wanting to waste his load so early in the night. All of these videos were so hot... he could barely contain himself. His shaft was long and hard and his hand slid easily up the length teasingly.

"Let me see you play with your pussy," his own voice said in the video. Danielle spread her legs a little and one hand appeared between her legs, her fingers circling through her damp pussy. "Now *that* is what my tongue's going to be doing in a minute," he whispered.

After an hour of watching several videos, Vince jumped into the shower and cleaned up, taking extra time to let the hot water soothe and relax him. After washing his hair, he let his lather-covered hand slide up and down the length of his erection once again. But this time, he didn't let himself cum. This time it was all going to be saved for Danielle.

Quickly getting dressed, he left for Danielle's home, arriving promptly at 8:00 and rang the doorbell.

He moved inside the door, smiling wickedly at her, knowing exactly why he was there. He knew that she couldn't resist him, knew that he was an incredible lover. He wasn't haughty about it, but reveled in the fact that he could please her so much. His eyes scanned up and down her body approvingly as he took in her beauty, finally locking eyes with hers as she closed the door.

"I'm glad you came," she said breathing heavily, her excitement plainly evident.

He knew she was on the edge of control. She didn't want to be out of control, but it excited her so much when she was. He knew just how to take her there every time. "Are you?" he smiled. "I hope you're ready for me then." He moved the two steps towards her, his hands grasped her upper arms, forcing her back against the door. He moved close, so close he could feel the heat of her body through his clothing. "Do you know how much I want you?" he asked softly. He bent forward, and pressed his lips tightly against hers in a soft kiss that quickly became heated and hard. His hand moved to her throat, keeping her head back as his tongue slipped between her lips, caressing hers.

"Oh god," she moaned softly. He knew she was his now.

His mouth moved lower and he kissed and licked her neck softly before moving up and teasing her ear.

"Mmmm, I can't wait to taste you," he moaned softly, making her shiver in his arms. "I've been thinking about your pussy all day now and I can't wait to feel it under my tongue." He imagined peeling her panties to the side and sliding his tongue beneath the thin material. It took almost all his control to keep from just outright attacking her now.

"Yes," she moaned in response. He felt her push her hips into his, felt her bump against his hardened cock.

"Soooo eager," he whispered in her ear, leaning his body against hers as his lips kissed her neck again and again. He swiped his tongue against her neck in a long, slow lick that made her shiver and groan. He laughed softly as he repeated it, again and again, slowly tasting her flesh.

"I've been thinking a lot about that tongue," she moaned softly.

"I bet you have," he whispered, his hands moving over her back and sides and down onto her ass. He pulled her kimono up, exposing the bare flesh of her ass to his hands and he cupped her cheeks tightly, squeezing them. She groaned again as he bit her neck aggressively.

"You like my tongue, do you?" His fingers slid down the crack of her ass, teasing her asshole and pussy.

"Oh, God, yessss," she moaned, her body trembling with desire.

Suddenly, he backed away from her and slowly walked over to the couch, kneeling in front of it. He loved this moment of anticipation, the moment where she had to decide on her own what she was going to do next. He knew he could have moved her to the couch, knew he could have laid her back and proceed to give her the most wonderous orgasm ever. But he wanted her to feel powerless against her desire for him.

He watched as Danielle stood there, panting, so wanting him to lead her. He patted the seat cushion on the couch, encouraging her to join him. She took a deep breath, building up the courage, and moved further into the room and sat down in front of him, staring at him as if shy with a touch of hope. He moved directly in front of her and stopped, looking down at her body, slowly licking his lips, almost salivating like a hungry animal that had found it's dinner.

He watched her body shiver as if she was going to cum any minute.

Danielle was panting loudly, and Vince watched the pure, unbridled lust on her face. He looked the same way and could barely contain his desire. He was waiting patiently for her to assume the position he wanted. He was going to do nothing to show her or tell her what he knew they both wanted. It was up to her to decide that this was exactly what she wanted. Slowly, she lifted her left leg and lay it over the arm of the couch. He smiled at her embarrassment of having to do this with him just watching her. He blatantly and unashamedly stared at the apex of her legs, her molten center as she lifted her right leg and set her foot on the edge of the couch, opening her thighs widely, exposing herself to him.

His hands moved to her right foot, his fingers lightly stroking across each toe, feeling the ridge between them, feeling the arch of her foot and the bone in her ankle. Slowly his hand crept up her calf, sliding along every ridge, feeling the curve of her muscle, feeling the bone of her shin. He moaned softly.

"Mmmm, your skin is so soft... and smooth...."

He bent forward, his lips and tongue sliding along each toe, his tongue slithering between each toe. He kissed each toe individually, his tongue caressing and teasing her. He loved this part... where he teased her so much. His mouth moved up her leg, following along her shin and calf, behind his fingers. When his tongue reached her knee, his fingers gently teased the inside of her thigh, the tips tracing so close to her pussy.

He lifted her leg in the air, extending it, as his lips and tongue caressed behind her knee. She moaned sharply, so excitedly. He worked slowly, teasing her, building up her excitement to such an extreme height. He slowly set her foot back down on the couch, continuing his journey.

His cheek brushed against the inside of her knee as his fingers slid along the thin boundary between her flesh and panty. He could feel her watching him, heard her panting as his hot breath caressed her flesh. His hand palmed her mons, his palm pushing into her as he softly kissed down her inner thigh. Every kiss, every nibble, every flick of his tongue on her flesh sent ripples of pleasure through her body. He knew she was going to have a quick and hard orgasm. He knew he was turning her on so much and all she could do was sit there and feel it.

He sat and watched his handiwork as his other hand joined the first, and pulled her flesh apart, opening her up wider, pulling and trapping the sheer material of her panty between her labia. He smiled as he stroked his finger up and down her bare lips, then, circling gently and slowly around her clit before moving back down again.

"Oh God," Danielle moaned softly. Her wetness was leaking out onto her panties and Vince could feel how wet they were getting. He could smell her excitement, could feel it beneath his fingertips, but just continued smiling and teasing her.

"Such a pretty pussy," he whispered softly, never taking his eyes off it. "So hot... so wet... so delicious. I do love licking you."

His hands moved to her hips, his fingers hooking into her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. He then helped her reassume her position. Vince leaned forward, his hands going beneath her ass, cradling her cheeks as his mouth lowered towards her overheated flesh. She watched as his tongue slipped out from between his lips and he took long, slow, lightly-touching licks up her labia. The tip barely touching her as he moved up and down on both sides of her, teasingly.