WOMEN I HAVE KNOWN: 06 Sarah
Two thousand words, eight minutes.
Miss trodick was like a pimp for me after advising that she had taught me all I needed to test my lessons with an independent tester.
Before the second time she mentioned it, I was heartbroken that I would be unfaithful to her for the test. The second time she explained, she said, "You will be testing on a blindfolded woman, who only knows a man is going to get in bed with her, and she would have an encounter of many orgasms." Grace didn't tell me who the woman was going to be.
The conversation changed after she said that, so I didn't get to ask a single question. I thought about how fun it was going to be to do. I could be completely free and able to experiment with my talents and never have to be concerned with her identifying me for whatever mistakes I was going to make.
That blow job was truly magnificent as I thought about my mom being blindfolded, naked, and available for all my ideas and advances. I nearly died from my squeezing, throbbing cock muscles violence, in throwing come all over Grace. She laughed and said, "This is mom's kitchen; clean up your come. I want you to lick it up and then kiss me with a mouth full. Now hurry, some is beginning to run down my ass. You better start there." as she stood, then bent over pulling her ass cheeks apart.
I had eaten her ass many times, but never with come all over it. As soon as I was through cleaning her, I rimmed her and slimed her again with my saliva and come. The second time I cleaned, I kissed her clitoris and dribbled the come-saliva solution on her, and concentrated on the base of her clitoris until she was pleading for me to keep going, don't stop fingering my cunt, do not stop fucking momma."
Grace was in a protective mood; when she roll-played as my mom, our sex was world-class and an apex orgasm experience for us.
The night arrived for my test. Grace had given me an instruction sheet of preparations to make before going to the apartment; she said I was to enter at exactly 6:30 PM. Of course, I was there early and had set my watch to Greenwich Mean Time for accuracy.
When I had shaved all hair from my body between my knees and ears, she back-shaved the stubble as much as we could.
I opened the door; it was quiet as Grace said I was roll playing as a burglar for this woman's fantasy. Apparently, she and Grace had a shared knowledge of this woman wanting this role play as her most desired fantasy.
I waited inside the front door and slipped off my clothes while I was waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light.
I later learned that Grace had been in the apartment the whole time I was there, hidden in the second bedroom, where she could hear everything that happened. The apartment map Grace had shown me made it easy to find the bedroom where the woman was in bed. There was a night light, so the room was in shadows. My cock was as hard as it could get. I kept one hand on it as I was sneaking around, trying to be quiet.
The woman was covered with blankets; a blindfold was visible as a broad white swath of cloth across her eyes and the top of her head. I wondered at that point if she was real because nothing was moving, and there was no noise in the apartment.
I approached the bed and slipped my hand under the covers near the end of the lump of covers over her legs. I touched her at her ankle, which she withdrew sharply, and inhaled in alarm. She began to reach for the blindfold, and I uttered, "We are starting; what is your safe word?"
"Crickets is the word."β¨β¨With my other hand, I massaged her ankle, pushed her legs apart, and felt her vaginal crease until I sensed her clitoris was erect and poking through the hood and lips folds. She "Umphed" when I lightly pinched her at the clitoral base and pushed it in a circular motion, for which she through the covers to the foot of the bed and reached for her clitoris and, pushing my hands aside, strummed herself and within ten seconds came and moaned and said, "God damn I am excited. I am scared to death you will cause me pain, and I do not want to feel pain. I want to feel loved, raped, and pleased until I cannot come anymore."
"At your service," I whispered as I closed my mouth over hers and started French kissing her.
We kissed for a long time while she stroked my cock. And I fingered her vagina, stroking into her deeply enough to cause a constant flow of fluid-like ooze. When she calmed somewhat, even though I never stopped kissing her, I placed my lips on her little nipple poking out of her boney flat chest. Her breasts were smaller than mine, and her nipples were very short but hard as nails.
I began to leave hickeys on the lower side of her breasts, and she again had an orgasm flowing over my hand.
I slid my mouth over the side of her boney ribs, and leaving hickeys along my trail, I kissed her in her armpits, elbows, around her waist to her navel, and down to her clitoris, which I strummed until she was weeping. I continued marking her with hickeys on her ribs, stomach, thighs, the front of her thighs, shins, and the top of her feet. When I began to mark the inside of her thighs, she said, "leave a lot of hickeys on my cunt. I want evidence that you licked, kissed, and marked me all over. I won't be able to deny I did this for a few days; what a great idea.
Thank you, sir."