The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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There's A First Time For Everything free porn video
There's a first time for everything
We were bored. We'd been together for a year. The first six months were
excellent, but like all passion that's not based on love, ours started to
fall apart.
She had the money. I had the youth and the carefree attitude. Being ten
years older than me had never been a hinderance. She was just reaching
her sexual prime. She's thirty-five and I'm a few years old of school.
She likes being boss and I enjoy someone else doing all the thinking and
planning. If you want to drive the car, I'll go along for the ride and
watch the scenery.
We lived in her condo in Manhattan. She owned it. Her monthly fees were
more than I earned each month. I worked as an IT for a big accounting
firm. Enough said. It was boring, but everyone left me alone and I did
get paid.
Fifty-five thousand a year sounds good until you try to live on it. Then
I met Sarah. I was working at my weekend job, serving for a caterer.
Sarah picked me up that night. Well, I allowed Sarah to pick me up.
I allowed her to take me back to her place. I allowed her to ride me
several times until she was exhausted. When I went to leave, she
insisted I stay.
I had assumed we were one and done. No. Sarah liked me and wanted me to
hang around. Within a month, I gave up my share of a rental out in
Brooklyn and moved in with her.
That's when things started to change.
What did Sarah like? Sarah liked my long straight hair. It fell to my
shoulders when I didn't pull it back. It was thick and brown and one of
my favorite things. I wasn't a body. I was proud of my brain, my wit,
and my laid back attitude.
Sarah liked that I tried to please her. If she wanted oral sex, she got
it. If she wanted to screw standing up, well, up we went. I did
everything that Sarah requested. I used a depilatory and removed my body
hair because Sarah requested it. I was easy.
Sarah was pleased. But, and it's a big but, after six months, Sarah
stopped enjoying the ride. As often as she desired, I mounted her and we
found pleasure together. She still liked to be on top, but wanted
something more.
We were lying in bed and had just finished getting stoned. We both liked
being high during sex, it just made it better. I was stroking myself and
manipulating her hoping for something better.
She smiled and reached into the drawer and pulled out Mr. Happy, her six
inch dildo. She lubed it up and told me to get in table top. If you
don't know yoga, that's on your hands and knees. I had never been opened
by Mr. Happy, and I think if I was not high, I might have protested.
But, Sarah was firmly gripping and pumping my cock as she pushed Mr.
Happy in and out of my rectum.
Eventually, I started to get turned on. My moaning grew until finally, I
really wanted relief. For some reason, my penis couldn't stay hard with
Mr. Happy inside me. I just wanted to lie on my back and pleasure myself
until I came.
I did.
Sarah then handed me Mr. Happy and told me to get a shower and clean Mr.
Happy too.
That became a portion of our sex life. For a while, Sarah started to use
a new friend, Mr. Big, on herself. Big measured eight inches long and
was quite a bit wider than Happy. Mr. Happy became my date most nights,
maybe even going steady.
Honestly, this was no different than our other sexual escapades. We
still revisited all the familiar positions, we didn't stop doing any. We
just kept moving forward.
One night, before we smoked, Sarah told me to clean myself out. That
meant Mr. Happy was making an appearance. I used a warm water solution
and after several passes, was clean as a whistle. Do whistles get clean
or do they get dirty?
Mr. Happy and Mr. Big were on the night stand when I returned from the
bathroom. Somewhere along the line, Mr. Big paid me a visit. Whoa, I
said. That hurts. We had to use a lot of lube for Mr. Big to fit inside
me, but eventually, well ,eventually, Mr. Big had a new lover.
When we were both satiated, Sarah introduced me to a butt plug. It was
somewhere in size between the two misters and it found a permanent home
inside me. Sarah said to keep it in there unless I was using the toilet
or cleaning myself out.
That first day working was a hoot with my new friend in me. I was
conscious of every movement I took and everything stimulated me. I had
to excuse myself several times during the day to find release. It was a
very distracting day.
I reported this to Sarah and she was quite amused. She wanted a blow by
blow detailed story about every minute of my day.
The next day, I had a sanitary pad in my underwear, well, Sarah's
underwear, because I had boxers. Between the satiny feel of her panties
and the plug rubbing my insides all day, I leaked in the pad most of the
day.
It was a good thing I brought several with me.
A strange thing -- I never used my hand to find relief that day, because I
was flowing freely and never felt the need for the big release. A
constant flow was satisfying.
That night, when I was describing my day, Sarah remarked that that's how
a woman feels. Kinda sexed up all the time and satisfied. She said
women do not need the big orgasm as often as men, because they have that
daily, constant sex high.
Later in the evening, Sarah encouraged me not to touch myself while she
overwhelmed me with Mr. Big. She was pleased when my orgasm was hands
free and brought on through my bottom and my prostate and not my penis.
"Maybe you don't need that thing after all."
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