"Listen, I am grateful for your hospitality, but the thing is that night, the both of you played me, you had some kind..." He stopped and looked guilty for a little while.
"I'm trying to put the blame on you two, sorry about that! Are you and Kevin truly ok with doing this, how much further are you two going?" He finally asked...
I crooked a sly smile as I extended my hand to his. He instinctively looked at them both and trailed his gaze along my arm. But it didn't follow it all the way, instead, his gaze changed course, a little bit lower. I didn't look but I could tell where he was starting to look. My knees slightly apart, pulled my halter dress above them. Andre's eyes, as lustful as they usually are in these situations, were transfixed on my lower half. My voice seemed to bring him back to earth on time for him to notice that I placed his hand on my left thigh a little bit above my knee.
"You can't keep looking at me like that and expect to be totally blameless here!" I said amusingly while I dragged his hand further up.
His hands did not need my help anymore. They started massaging my thighs, kneading, pushing, caressing, trailing their fingertips up and down. Then it was two, his other hand also took hold of my other thighs, a little further up than the other. Andre pulled at me, and released his hold on my thighs long enough to stimulate a rocking motion from me. Each time I rocked back and forth on the cushion chair, my dress rode up under me, exposing more and more of my skin. This went on until a good bit of my panties came into full view. He paused, I wondered and pleaded with my eyes. I wanted him to continue. And that's exactly what happened, his thumb hooked itself under my undies and pulled at them.
"I want to take them off!" He says matter of factly, his confidence suddenly back, I oblige.
I lift my butt up and as I do so, He fluidity pulls down my panties. He does so slowly and intent and letting the moment drag on. The fabric drags along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebump and a well of anticipation within me. And that's when my eyes caught sight of it. That majestic bump in his pants. I sit down as the panties reach past my knees and instantly go for the mound forming. I grab a handful of it, and tug at it with cool pace. It pulsates as if trying to burst forth. Luckily he's wearing his sweatpants which makes the next part flow very easily. In one fell swoop, I pull down his sweats at the side and free his cock with the other hand. It simply springs up to attention, engorged, erect, and bulbous at the tip. The unmistakable clear liquid freely flowing from it is telling enough.
And that's when I feel his arm behind my head, and feel it pushed down.
I oblige!
This was different from that first night. First, he was harder, much much harder. 2nd, something else had awakened in me. Andre would later tell me that I had somehow turned into a refined succubus, wanton in my desire yet still very much in control.
To say that I swallow his cock whole would be somewhat accurate. His motioning me to go down on him spurred me to open my mouth wide and let his cock enter it. As soon as I felt that I couldn't take the whole sweet thing in me, I let it come to rest on my tongue. He gasped and contorted as my tongue slid side to side at the base of his bulbous head. Pulling back my head, I let my tongue twirl around the head and slide down the side of his penis as I went back down. This went on several times until he pulled me back by my hair, looked at my face intently, and brought it down to his balls. "
The audacity of this man
..." I thought to myself candidly. My tongue greeted them eagerly, and as I looked up, his head was bent back, clearly, he was enjoying it. I let out a bit of breeze and licked around them some more. His hold loosening, I looked at him again, and it seemed for a moment that he regretted the action. I didn't care, I planted my knees and ass firmly on the ground, feeling a streak of my own juice hit the side of my calves. One hand held his cock up--not that it needed much help--while the other grabbed his balls whole and at their bases and swallowed them one after the other, my tongue twirling on the skin, my mouth forming a suction snare around them. I wish this was made up, but trust me when I tell you this, his precum was overflowing, to the point where it was more than enough lubricant to stroke him. My left hand would twist and tug up, my index and thumb hooking a little more tightly at the base of his head, twisting and caressing. His toes curled, his thighs nearly shut close and his moans were audible enough for anyone outside to hear. I rose upa bit and took his cock between my lips, and kept them there, looking out for any anticipation from him. And just when I caught him wanting more, and pleading with no words, I simply moved my lips from side to side, still holding onto the head of his cock. My hands went to work, one was stroking and twisting him hard and slow, while the other massaged his balls.
Somehow he felt like he was getting harder, his cock pulsating at a very regular interval. My hand twisted and stroked, my lips continuing their side to side stroking on the head while my tongue licked every drop of precum he had to offer.
It was during one of those licks, twists and tugs, that he did it.
He pushed my head down further, and I felt it. At first, it was a big pulse, then a creamy and salty flow. And right after, in what seemed like a mini eternity, his cock jolted in my mouth and his fresh cum, came out in such a jet that it hit the back of my throat. I nearly gag, but didn't have the time, I looked at him as he was about to unload on more jet of cum in me. He pulled me further down this time, I had barely managed to swallow the first one, then it hit, even more creamy, even more massive. Then a third, and a fourth, I held on his cock that seemed to have a mind of its own, pulsating and unloading in me, in my mouth and throat. When it finally started to subside, I looked at him one more time as I swallowed the last bit, intent on making him witness it all.
His cock was still pulsating and partly erect. He gazed at me and smiled.
"It's been three days, I think I want more!"
I let him lean back as I stood up. MY thumbs hooking themselves under the straps of my dress, pulling at them and letting the dress fall down. I stepped out of them one foot at a time and came closer to him. I stood there, and let him take in the view. Leaning forward, I placed my hands above him at the top of the couch he was seating in and straddled him. Here I was, seated on top of Andre, his cock coming back to life--not that it lost much of it. I looked down and saw his cock brushing on my pubic hair, the base where his shaft and balls meet, teasing my clit...
