Story 18 #3
“I'm sorry. You're right. I just didn't want...” Before I could finish my sentence, Andrew spun me around and planted a sweet, juicy kiss on me. I tried to resist. I gave it all that I had, for about two whole seconds. Though my mind was firmly resisting, it was no match for his kisses or his charm.
I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth. It followed willingly. We kissed wildly and passionately, fondling and groping each other while our mouths were engaged in the sensual exchange of our saliva. He pushed his body onto mine. His enticing bulge pressed against me.
It was sexy and hot. He made me feel wanted and desired.
He was awakening feelings in me that I had cast aside as useless distractions.
I had been in control for so long that the thought of losing it was frightful.
Yet, the more we kissed, the more certain I was that this feeling was worth me letting go a bit.
Andrew began to unbutton my blouse. I returned the favor and fumbled away
at his shirt buttons as we committed to our heated tongue tangling. He pushed my blouse open and squeezed handfuls of my large breasts. He reached behind me to quickly and expertly undo my bra clasp. My big tits fell from my bra and right into his waiting palms.
“Here they are!” he uttered in almost childlike awe. “These big beautiful jugs.”
He leaned over and straight away took one into his mouth.
He played with the other nipple as his lips and tongue laid siege on my big boob.
He nibbled at my large, taut nipple. He then licked all over my breasts.
He swung back and forth between my titties, licking, sucking, and twisting on my nipples.
After he adorned them with a lavish amount of attention, Andrew pulled my panties and skirt off. He picked me up by my ass and sat me on my desk. He spread my legs and dropped to his knees. He looked up at me with his piercing, gorgeous eyes.
“I've been wanting to taste this pussy from the first moment I laid eyes on you. Open your legs real wide Baby so I can get in there good.”
He didn't have to tell me twice. My clit was screaming to be licked.
It was throbbing in anticipation. Andrew didn't make my fleshy pearl wait long.
His first order of action was to suck on it.
He swooped his tongue all around it before renewing his intense sucking motion.
He then combined the two actions, swirling and sucking.
Quickly he added in a new dimension and stuck his fingers into my hole.
He gently finger fucked me while his mouth had its way with my clit.
My cunt lips also enjoyed their fair share of Andrew's amazing tongue.
I leaned back on the desk, enthralled by his aggressive and thorough oral care of my nether regions.
He gripped me by my ass and submerged his face further into my crotch.
His tongue was all over the place inside me.
He unsparingly lashed about my clit and my silken slot.
The sloshing sounds turned me on as did looking down to see the top of his head spinning around in a frenzy.
I was in great shape so as he ate me out, I anchored myself to the desk.
I whipped and whirled my pussy around to the tune of his music-making mouth.
Our harmony was exquisite. My moans joined the symphony of sensual sounds of his tongue swimming about my wet slit.
I was being carried away and his tongue was the magic carpet on which I fantastically rode.
He feasted on my grateful pussy like a starving man, demolishing every moist morsel of its sweetness.
I was overwhelmed by the marathon of his mound munching.
I laid back fully on the desk as he continued to have his way with me.
His pussylicking was preparing me for what I knew was going to be an epic fuck. I couldn't wait any longer.
“Fuck me, Andrew! Stick that big cock in my pussy and fuck me, Baby!”
I was pretty much begging for his cock. His tongue had me so feverish that the only remedy was that he stuff his gigantic prick in me and bang me out.
I needed to have his massive meat stick inside me.
I needed him to pound out the pussy that he had so successfully primed.
He ignored my first supplications. He went about licking and gnawing at my clit, lips, and hole as I lay on the desk helpless.
He grabbed my wrists and held my hands to the side as he continued to assail my pussy with a barrage of cunt eating.
I could hardly move. He wouldn't allow it.
I had no control over what he was doing to me.
It felt so heavenly, so absolutely glorious, that my body writhed and wriggled as an intense orgasm vibrated throughout it.
I squirted all in his mouth and all over his face.
He took in the flood of my juices without even flinching.
He was such a nasty freak and I was the beneficiary.
He stood up and dropped his pants to the floor.
His huge, brick-hard rod was more than ready to switch places with his mouth.
He tapped his menacing member against my clit before sliding it into my anxious hole.
I was still out of breath from the miraculous climax gifted to me by his amazing tongue.
He loved the fact that he had me so easily at his whim.
He sank his snaking anaconda inside me and gave me the pounding out for which I had been wishing.
He slammed his prick deep into me and thrust in and out like a man possessed.
I was still helplessly sprawled out on my desk with my legs stretched wide open as his rock hard pole ravaged me.
I couldn't participate in my own fucking and it was OK.
It was more than OK. His sheer control of my body was astounding.
I had never been so happy to not be in charge.
I took his pussy pummeling like the grown woman I was.
He nailed the shit out of my silken snatch.
He wound his missile and plummeted it to the bottom of my cunt and held it there.
He rubbed my clit while his rod was submerged into my guts.
He pulled out to deliver some thundering thrusts before resuming his all-out pulverization of my cookie jar.
It was all spread out for his taking. It was drenched and lubricated from all that he had done to me so far.
He plowed my cunt like he was a big farm machine plowing a field.
In and out, and out and in he drove his tireless tool into my teeming twat.
“Oh, God, please!” I yelled as throttled me. “Oh, my God!”
“God isn't doing this to you! I am!” he retorted as his already diabolical beaver bashing intensified. “What's MY name?” he insisted.
“Andrew, oh Andrew!” I managed to utter between his brutal slams.
“That's right, Baby! I'm the one giving you this good dick! Is it good? Is it good?” he demanded.
“It's so fucking good Andrew! It's so fucking good, Baby! You're fucking the shit out of me!”
“That's right!” he responded. “I'm all up in this tight twat!”
His obliteration of my snatch continued for what seemed a euphoric eternity.
Even for a younger and able-bodied man, his stamina was extraordinary.
I just laid there and took the fierce fucking that he was so effortlessly doling out.
It wouldn't be long before I came again.
I only wondered if he would cum anytime soon or would he be tearing my pussy up all night.
Andrew wove his dick around as he inserted in and out of my snatch.
He banged up against my wet walls on his way back to my bottom.
He smashed his cock into my gash and held it there.
He wound his meat in my guts before returning to his arsenal of thrusting maneuvers.
It was such an overwhelmingly marvelous feeling that a tear came to my eye.
I had never in all my life been fucked like this.
I came again, squirting out what little juices remained from the last orgasm.
Andrew was still going. I thought I was going to have to tap out.
I was only saved from that embarrassment because Andrew finally came.
With one last dive into my slot, my pussy had finally silenced the beast.
Out of breath, he leaned over for a quick kiss.
“That was spectacular!” he exclaimed before sitting back into my recliner.
He slid the chair to the edge of the desk and rested his face on my dripping twat as if it were a pillow.
I reached down to caress his sweaty locks of hair while I recovered from the mind-blowing fuck that he had just so masterfully dispensed.
To my complete embarrassment, the next sounds that I heard were the sounds of the vacuum cleaner bumping up against the glass of my office wall.
Our accidental after sex snooze was interrupted by the cleaning lady.
Andrew and I were in the same ridiculous positions as when we had dozed off.
The head custodian was an older lady who had worked in my building for years.
Knocking against the wall was her kind and discreet way of waking us up before the rest of the crew could see anything.
I pushed Andrew off me and ran to close the blinds.
I woke him up and explained what had just happened.
We giggled like young lovers as we quickly put our clothes on and exited the building.
We kissed each other in the moonlight and parted ways.
The weekend was here. I did have work to do from home but mostly I had planned on spending the time recouping from the surprising amount of spectacular sex that had been sprung upon me the last couple of days.
I tried as hard as I could to get Andrew off my mind the next day but I couldn't.
I tried not to worry about work complications. He didn't seem to be bothered at all.
He was so unbothered that he called me that night. I started not to answer the phone. I didn't want to give him the impression that I was sitting around doing nothing. That lasted for about two rings before I buckled and answered.
“Hello, Andrew.”
“Hi, beautiful. I hope you don't mind me calling.”
“Not at all. What's on your mind?” I asked in full blush.
“That ass. Look outside.”
I peeped out my window and there he was.
He sure did have his nerve to just show up at my house unannounced.
Who did he think he was? I know the sex was good but we were in no way close to the level of just showing up at each other's place unannounced.
Still, I checked myself in the mirror before going downstairs to let him in.
As soon as I closed the door behind him, he whipped out his concrete hard cock. “You are incorrigible!” I laughed.