My humiliating experience with Sandy Part 1
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I want to tell you a nice sexy story.
I’m sitting at the keyboard wearing my favorite and most comfortable clothing: just a sweatshirt. There will be no restriction if my cock decides to get hard. I’ve opened the window just a little bit so the cold air will drift through the room and make my bare legs feel chilly, reminding me of my partial nudity.
I used to live in Toronto, where this happened. I won’t bother telling you how I met her, or how she ended up in my temporary apartment. We’ll just say that it was very late on a Friday night, it was very hot, and she really shouldn’t have been there.
Neither of us could sleep; the bedroom had two single beds, I was on one wearing a pair of gym shorts and she was in the other wearing her panties and a soft shirt I had lent her. It was too hot to sleep. All I could think about was wondering what she had under those insignificant bits of clothing.
She got out of bed and walked to the living room for a cigarette and I followed, hoping my hard on wasn’t too apparent, saying I would join her for a smoke.
I sat beside her on the couch in the dark. She said it was too hot to sleep. I said, well, there’s nothing on TV so maybe we ought to make love.”
She thought about that for a moment. “Do you think that’s a good idea, since you’re my boss?” I let a moment go by and said “Yes, I think it’s a good idea.” She leaned her head on the back of the couch and tilted it toward me, waiting to see if I would kiss her. I kissed her, and caressed her arm lightly, passing my hand down to her thigh. Returning my kiss, she slid her hand onto the top of my shorts.
I wasn’t trying to hide my hard on anymore; I was now proud of it. As soon as she felt my length and thickness she said “I’ll be right back” and walked into the bathroom.
I returned to my bed, removed my shorts and waited under the single sheet. Now, if she came to my bed, there would be no mistake, no turning back. I heard the toilet flush, the bedroom door close and then she was in my arms.
This was very early in my sexual career and I wanted to make the most possible of the situation. I caressed her breasts and licked her nipples. They were not large but pretty, with well defined aureoles. I ran my hands the length of her legs and it was at that moment that I became devoted to the beauty of a woman’s legs. In the dim light coming through the window from the city I could see the pale outline of the muscles of her thigh, the narrowness of her ankle, the plumpness in between. In the dark, I savored her legs with every other sense I had: as I caressed her legs with my cheeks and kissed her knees, I could smell the faint salty, a****l smell of her sweat. Licking her thigh, I could smell the funk of her vagina, which was dripping freely with sexual moisture. Crushing my face into her bristly trimmed but not shaved bush, rubbing her hair with my cheeks, there was a faint odor of lingering urine from her trip to the bathroom. Licking the outer edges of her pussy lips, which were engorged and protruding beyond her vulva, I could taste a salty new flavor.
As I think of that flavor now, I reach down to touch myself. There’s a little bit of moisture at the end of my hardening penis and I smear it around. It is a slimy feeling and my half-erect cock leaps when I touch it. I can feel blood pumping from my hips into my sac, I can feel semen being sucked into whatever container will hold it down there until it contracts hopefully in an ecstatic spasm, forcing the contents out in white spurts. The room is getting cold now and I get up to close the window. As I do so, my now-enormous cock sways before me and I linger in front of the window, hoping someone outside can see it sticking past the bottom of my sweatshirt.
My new friend was making small gasps of surprise every time I touched, nosed or tongued her in a new place. She reached down and pulled my hips toward her, forcing me to lie on my side with my nose between her thighs and my cock resting wetly between her lips.
She was mad with lust and she sucked me wildly. I did not like it. When a woman sucks a cock very hard, it causes a buildup of blood in the very tip that I personally do not care for. However she was also moving her head back and forth with her lips around the shaft of my cock and her tongue reached out along my shaft and I thought that was a VERY good feeling. I was starting to feel a buildup of pressure between my legs.
Somewhere in the past I had read that a gentleman does not ejaculate into a woman’s mouth without permission. Before that happened I wanted to feel the inside of her pussy which by now was slick with juice, sweat and my saliva. I gently pulled away from her and rose to my knees between her legs.
There was a little bit of morning light starting to come through the window and as I knelt before her I could see her hands reaching for her hips. Her face was a mask of lust, with her eyes half open and fixed on my erection suspended over her, her lips swollen and panting. I took her hands and guided them to her own body. With my hands on top of hers, I caused her to caress her tummy, her breasts, her thighs and her pussy. When I pushed her middle finger inside her, she shut her eyes and cried out “Aanhh!” Her knees convulsed toward each other, squeezing my own thighs as I knelt watching her orgasm. She arched her back and swung her head from side to side as though she were trying to free herself from something.
I lay down beside her, cradled her head and held her as her body stilled. Where I found the self control to do this I will never know, because my cock was as big and as hard and as tingly as it can get without exploding in a sticky fury. Lying next to her I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her thigh and I could feel that I was drawing a line of moist precum across her skin.
Her breathing finally slowed and became normal. She looked at her and said in a puzzled voice “You didn’t cum. You haven’t fucked me.” She turned away and looked out the window. “You don’t think I’m pretty. You think I’m too fat.”
I placed a fingertip under her chin and tipped her face towards me. I said nothing, I placed my lips on hers and kissed her as gently and as thoroughly as I could. As I kissed her I pretended I was kissing her other lips and I passed the tip of my tongue along their edge. Without breaking contact, I folded her into my arms even more deeply and kissed her as lovingly as I could for a long, long time.
I can feel small wet spots forming under my arms as I type this. With the window closed, the room is becoming very warm. My sweatshirt is absorbing my perspiration but I am uncomfortable, so I’ve removed it. I am now sitting completely naked at the keyboard. I want a fresh cup of coffee, and walking to and from the kitchen my rock-hard penis points the way like the waving arm of a drunken sailor.
I pushed myself up to look down on her and said “I think you are very pretty and now I am going to stick my dick into you and move it back and forth until I cum. Is that okay?” I took one of her hands and placed it on my balls, showing her wordlessly how to squeeze them the way I like: firmly, but not too hard. While she fondled me I rose to my knees again, straddling her tummy, allowing her to look at me and have a good view of my naked, throbbing body in the now-full morning light.
I ran my hands over my chest above her, rubbing my own cock-hair while she fondled my balls. She was getting excited again, and she squeezed my thighs, her breasts, my cock, anything she could reach. She passed her hand between my legs and squeezed my butt, and tickled my crack with a long fingernail. The surprise of that sensation made me tighten all my muscles and thrust forward involuntarily, and when I did she reached her head up and licked the length of my shaft and she worked her finger into my ass. I rocked my hips back and forth in an agony of pleasure and leaning forward my cock found its way into her mouth.
She started to suck me but too hard again so I pulled out and looked down at her pretty faced. She pulled me towards her and whispered slowly “Put…your… dick…in… me…”
It was time. I moved back between her legs and placed the tip of my cock where my lips and tongue had been, it seemed like hours ago. I pushed.
Entering a woman is usually a little difficult. My knees are in the wrong spot, or she needs a pillow under her hips, or her pussy is too hairy, her vagina is too dry or something. It never goes in just right the first time I try. It’s always a little awkward, no matter how much we both want it.
I could feel the head of my cock pass through her lips and then I stopped, adjusting my position a bit. Then I decided to try something: I pulled out again. Then I pushed back in, just the head. Back out. Back in. Back out. Back in. With just the ridge of the head of my cock, I rubbed the inner edge of her pussy lips.
I’m pretty sure she liked it. I mean, she was wheezing like a steam kettle and her hands were clutching at my hips, trying to drag me further into her. I fell on top of her and with one long, slow, steady stroke I buried myself into her so deep that my balls were crushed against her ass and I could feel her cervix doing a dance with on the tip of my cock. She was having a massive orgasm.
I pushed myself up so I could look at her face as I stroked. All the way out, all the way in, all the way out, all the way in, not fast or hard or violently but unstoppable. All the way out, all the way back in, deeply enough that my cock hair would mash and tangle into her hair. All the way in, I would grind into her just hard enough so that I knew my pubic bone was stimulating the shaft or her clitoris running back under her bush. She was still having her orgasm.
My cock was on fire. Her body was so warm, her channel so moist and so naturally tight on me, the sensation was beyond all endurance. I lowered myself to my elbows and brushed her lips with the tip of my tongue. I looked deeply into her eyes and without a sound I stopped moving my hips. With all activity suspended but still looking into her eyes, I ejaculated deep inside her.
Another time I will write and describe in detail the feeling a man has when he reaches orgasm. I am not one of those men who moans or swears when he cums; I just sigh, concentrating on the intense feeling of the spasms and relishing the hot passage of burning semen through the shaft of my leaping cock. This time, my orgasm lasted a very long time and it was most intense and I looked into her eyes every second of it. She wrapped her arms and her legs around me as she received spurt after hot white spurt deep inside her. I finally shivered and my entire body slumped, supported on my elbows above her, our soaking bodies wet against each other, her arms holding me tightly against her while I pressed my face into her hair spilled across the pillow, finally exhausted.
We lay like that for a while, long enough that I became soft inside her and slipped out, releasing a very large amount of seed onto the sheets.
Now I’ve told my story. It took so long to type this that my cock became tired of waiting and has gone back to sleep. I’m going to have to do something about that, but that would be another story.
I’m sitting at the keyboard wearing my favorite and most comfortable clothing: just a sweatshirt. There will be no restriction if my cock decides to get hard. I’ve opened the window just a little bit so the cold air will drift through the room and make my bare legs feel chilly, reminding me of my partial nudity.
I used to live in Toronto, where this happened. I won’t bother telling you how I met her, or how she ended up in my temporary apartment. We’ll just say that it was very late on a Friday night, it was very hot, and she really shouldn’t have been there.
Neither of us could sleep; the bedroom had two single beds, I was on one wearing a pair of gym shorts and she was in the other wearing her panties and a soft shirt I had lent her. It was too hot to sleep. All I could think about was wondering what she had under those insignificant bits of clothing.
She got out of bed and walked to the living room for a cigarette and I followed, hoping my hard on wasn’t too apparent, saying I would join her for a smoke.
I sat beside her on the couch in the dark. She said it was too hot to sleep. I said, well, there’s nothing on TV so maybe we ought to make love.”
She thought about that for a moment. “Do you think that’s a good idea, since you’re my boss?” I let a moment go by and said “Yes, I think it’s a good idea.” She leaned her head on the back of the couch and tilted it toward me, waiting to see if I would kiss her. I kissed her, and caressed her arm lightly, passing my hand down to her thigh. Returning my kiss, she slid her hand onto the top of my shorts.
I wasn’t trying to hide my hard on anymore; I was now proud of it. As soon as she felt my length and thickness she said “I’ll be right back” and walked into the bathroom.
I returned to my bed, removed my shorts and waited under the single sheet. Now, if she came to my bed, there would be no mistake, no turning back. I heard the toilet flush, the bedroom door close and then she was in my arms.
This was very early in my sexual career and I wanted to make the most possible of the situation. I caressed her breasts and licked her nipples. They were not large but pretty, with well defined aureoles. I ran my hands the length of her legs and it was at that moment that I became devoted to the beauty of a woman’s legs. In the dim light coming through the window from the city I could see the pale outline of the muscles of her thigh, the narrowness of her ankle, the plumpness in between. In the dark, I savored her legs with every other sense I had: as I caressed her legs with my cheeks and kissed her knees, I could smell the faint salty, a****l smell of her sweat. Licking her thigh, I could smell the funk of her vagina, which was dripping freely with sexual moisture. Crushing my face into her bristly trimmed but not shaved bush, rubbing her hair with my cheeks, there was a faint odor of lingering urine from her trip to the bathroom. Licking the outer edges of her pussy lips, which were engorged and protruding beyond her vulva, I could taste a salty new flavor.
As I think of that flavor now, I reach down to touch myself. There’s a little bit of moisture at the end of my hardening penis and I smear it around. It is a slimy feeling and my half-erect cock leaps when I touch it. I can feel blood pumping from my hips into my sac, I can feel semen being sucked into whatever container will hold it down there until it contracts hopefully in an ecstatic spasm, forcing the contents out in white spurts. The room is getting cold now and I get up to close the window. As I do so, my now-enormous cock sways before me and I linger in front of the window, hoping someone outside can see it sticking past the bottom of my sweatshirt.
My new friend was making small gasps of surprise every time I touched, nosed or tongued her in a new place. She reached down and pulled my hips toward her, forcing me to lie on my side with my nose between her thighs and my cock resting wetly between her lips.
She was mad with lust and she sucked me wildly. I did not like it. When a woman sucks a cock very hard, it causes a buildup of blood in the very tip that I personally do not care for. However she was also moving her head back and forth with her lips around the shaft of my cock and her tongue reached out along my shaft and I thought that was a VERY good feeling. I was starting to feel a buildup of pressure between my legs.
Somewhere in the past I had read that a gentleman does not ejaculate into a woman’s mouth without permission. Before that happened I wanted to feel the inside of her pussy which by now was slick with juice, sweat and my saliva. I gently pulled away from her and rose to my knees between her legs.
There was a little bit of morning light starting to come through the window and as I knelt before her I could see her hands reaching for her hips. Her face was a mask of lust, with her eyes half open and fixed on my erection suspended over her, her lips swollen and panting. I took her hands and guided them to her own body. With my hands on top of hers, I caused her to caress her tummy, her breasts, her thighs and her pussy. When I pushed her middle finger inside her, she shut her eyes and cried out “Aanhh!” Her knees convulsed toward each other, squeezing my own thighs as I knelt watching her orgasm. She arched her back and swung her head from side to side as though she were trying to free herself from something.
I lay down beside her, cradled her head and held her as her body stilled. Where I found the self control to do this I will never know, because my cock was as big and as hard and as tingly as it can get without exploding in a sticky fury. Lying next to her I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her thigh and I could feel that I was drawing a line of moist precum across her skin.
Her breathing finally slowed and became normal. She looked at her and said in a puzzled voice “You didn’t cum. You haven’t fucked me.” She turned away and looked out the window. “You don’t think I’m pretty. You think I’m too fat.”
I placed a fingertip under her chin and tipped her face towards me. I said nothing, I placed my lips on hers and kissed her as gently and as thoroughly as I could. As I kissed her I pretended I was kissing her other lips and I passed the tip of my tongue along their edge. Without breaking contact, I folded her into my arms even more deeply and kissed her as lovingly as I could for a long, long time.
I can feel small wet spots forming under my arms as I type this. With the window closed, the room is becoming very warm. My sweatshirt is absorbing my perspiration but I am uncomfortable, so I’ve removed it. I am now sitting completely naked at the keyboard. I want a fresh cup of coffee, and walking to and from the kitchen my rock-hard penis points the way like the waving arm of a drunken sailor.
I pushed myself up to look down on her and said “I think you are very pretty and now I am going to stick my dick into you and move it back and forth until I cum. Is that okay?” I took one of her hands and placed it on my balls, showing her wordlessly how to squeeze them the way I like: firmly, but not too hard. While she fondled me I rose to my knees again, straddling her tummy, allowing her to look at me and have a good view of my naked, throbbing body in the now-full morning light.
I ran my hands over my chest above her, rubbing my own cock-hair while she fondled my balls. She was getting excited again, and she squeezed my thighs, her breasts, my cock, anything she could reach. She passed her hand between my legs and squeezed my butt, and tickled my crack with a long fingernail. The surprise of that sensation made me tighten all my muscles and thrust forward involuntarily, and when I did she reached her head up and licked the length of my shaft and she worked her finger into my ass. I rocked my hips back and forth in an agony of pleasure and leaning forward my cock found its way into her mouth.
She started to suck me but too hard again so I pulled out and looked down at her pretty faced. She pulled me towards her and whispered slowly “Put…your… dick…in… me…”
It was time. I moved back between her legs and placed the tip of my cock where my lips and tongue had been, it seemed like hours ago. I pushed.
Entering a woman is usually a little difficult. My knees are in the wrong spot, or she needs a pillow under her hips, or her pussy is too hairy, her vagina is too dry or something. It never goes in just right the first time I try. It’s always a little awkward, no matter how much we both want it.
I could feel the head of my cock pass through her lips and then I stopped, adjusting my position a bit. Then I decided to try something: I pulled out again. Then I pushed back in, just the head. Back out. Back in. Back out. Back in. With just the ridge of the head of my cock, I rubbed the inner edge of her pussy lips.
I’m pretty sure she liked it. I mean, she was wheezing like a steam kettle and her hands were clutching at my hips, trying to drag me further into her. I fell on top of her and with one long, slow, steady stroke I buried myself into her so deep that my balls were crushed against her ass and I could feel her cervix doing a dance with on the tip of my cock. She was having a massive orgasm.
I pushed myself up so I could look at her face as I stroked. All the way out, all the way in, all the way out, all the way in, not fast or hard or violently but unstoppable. All the way out, all the way back in, deeply enough that my cock hair would mash and tangle into her hair. All the way in, I would grind into her just hard enough so that I knew my pubic bone was stimulating the shaft or her clitoris running back under her bush. She was still having her orgasm.
My cock was on fire. Her body was so warm, her channel so moist and so naturally tight on me, the sensation was beyond all endurance. I lowered myself to my elbows and brushed her lips with the tip of my tongue. I looked deeply into her eyes and without a sound I stopped moving my hips. With all activity suspended but still looking into her eyes, I ejaculated deep inside her.
Another time I will write and describe in detail the feeling a man has when he reaches orgasm. I am not one of those men who moans or swears when he cums; I just sigh, concentrating on the intense feeling of the spasms and relishing the hot passage of burning semen through the shaft of my leaping cock. This time, my orgasm lasted a very long time and it was most intense and I looked into her eyes every second of it. She wrapped her arms and her legs around me as she received spurt after hot white spurt deep inside her. I finally shivered and my entire body slumped, supported on my elbows above her, our soaking bodies wet against each other, her arms holding me tightly against her while I pressed my face into her hair spilled across the pillow, finally exhausted.
We lay like that for a while, long enough that I became soft inside her and slipped out, releasing a very large amount of seed onto the sheets.
Now I’ve told my story. It took so long to type this that my cock became tired of waiting and has gone back to sleep. I’m going to have to do something about that, but that would be another story.
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