Melissa the hypnotic fucktoy
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[ This is for Melissa, a very sexy young woman who has chatted with me so many times, and so I dedicate this scenario to her! Enjoy. ]
She made it very clear that she and I were not going to fuck. "I like you," she said. "But, your too old. Okay? I'm sorry. I don't mean to insult you, or anything, but you are too old. But," she added, just as I was starting to feel the let-down, "you can watch me as I play with my pussy. Okay?"
"I'm fine with that," I replied. "Your right of course about me being 'too old.' I am!"
"Yes," she said. "But I do like you. Your interesting. I've enjoyed chatting with you; and so I thought it would be nice if I let you watch me masturbate. Would like that?"
"I'd love it!" I replied without a seconds hesitation. The fact that I was 'too old', in Melissa's opinion of me, was only one aspect. The other, and possibly the biggest reason of all for her refusal to fuck me, was that I didn't have a big cock, nor was I black. Being a black man, and having a big (and black) cock, were Melissa's main interests. I had neither to my credit. And so...
She led me to the couch in she and her husband's living room and sat me down there. She took the arm chair opposite. We were only four or five feet apart. I had a fantastic, and unobstructed view of Melissa as she slid out of her dress and under panties. She was very attractive. She had nice, shapely legs, and an eye-catching ass (she turned around so that I could see), and her neatly trimmed pubic patch, shaped to look like an upside-down triangle, the narrow point indicating her pussy, drew my eyes like a magnet.
"Do you like?" She asked, smiling over at me.
"Mmmm, I love it!" I answered.
She smiled more broadly at that. "Your very nice. That's one thing I've come to like about you. Your thoughtful. Your---considerate. A woman likes a considerate man."
Then she sat down on the edge of the arm chair, spread her legs apart, so that I could clearly see her pussy, and slowly, she began fingering her self, first with just one finger, then two fingers, and as she did that with one hand, with her other hand she used the tip of her middle finger to glide over and around her eye-catching clit; and as she did this, she gave a slight shiver---which I knew was from the sensitive pleasure her finger tip was causing her, and I felt very excited to be witnessing this.
I'm not really sure just how long Melissa and I sat in the living room like that as she continued to finger pussy with such expert attention; born of countless hours of similar experiences; but it was heavenly! My cock was nearly as erect as it's small (5 inch) size would allow under the cramped conditions it was in, and as Melissa brought herself to several rather powerful orgasms, I could feel it twitching, involuntarily, behind my zipper. I was so excited that I was afraid I'd cum in my pants without once touching myself directly.
Several times she stood up and walked over to where I was setting on the couch, and she offered me her juicy-wet finger that had just been inside her pussy; and I didn't hesitate, and she inserted it into my open mouth. I closed my lips around it as she slowly withdrew it; and I loved both the taste, as well as that very special aroma of a woman's wet and sexually excited pussy; something I hadn't experienced in decades.
"Mmmm," I said, looking up into her face as she stood there a moment. "Thanks. That was delicious. I've really missed that!"
She cocked her head to one side slightly, and smiling (or was it more like smirking?), she said: "Your welcome."
Then she sat back down on the arm chair, and for a while longer she finger-fucked her pussy, and coaxed out quite a few more orgasms as she did. Then she surprised me suddenly. She continued to finger her pussy as she invited me to jerk off as well. I had just assumed she wouldn't allow that, so I was excited to hear her say that. I was more than ready to explode as it was. She was obviously aware of the effect she was having on me.
So, there we both sat in their living room---Melissa was masturbating, and I began to do so as well! In a strange, but exciting sort of way, the fact that she wasn't going to allow me to fuck her, but to allow me to masturbate instead, held it's own sexually arousing effect on me. I slid out of my slacks and under wear, and sat back down and began stroking my cock. She was watching me as I did. She had that curiously intriguing smirk on her face as she watched me; and I found that tremendously exciting; and it wouldn't be long before I blew my load.
"When you get ready to come," she said, while she was still fingering her own pussy, "come over here and shoot it all over my tummy. Okay? Then, after that, you can lick it all up!" That last comment had been spoken as a command, rather than a request.
"Okay," I said, standing up. Then I knelt down between her widely spread legs (she was still fingering herself urgently), and after a few seconds, I felt my orgasm approaching, and suddenly, without any further delay, she and I both watched as I shot my load; which, though probably on the small side (in terms of volume), it spurted at least a foot; and followed by three or four other such spurts.
As I came, I was groaning and saying: "Oh, god YESSS!!" Over and over and over again, until my orgasm was finished. During all this, Melissa had been watching my face; and now she was grinning broadly.
"What?" I asked her, feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden.
"Oh, nothing," she said, still grinning. "Now---lick all that up. Every last drop. Okay?"
I didn't hesitate for a second. I lowered my face and began lapping up my still-warm sperm, that lay strewn across her satiny-smooth tummy, as well as some across her pubic hair; and suspended as if in mid air. She watched, approvingly, as I diligently licked up every drop. As I did, I could smell her rich, womanly scent from her pussy; and though I would have liked to have tried fucking her, what she had allowed me to do somehow seemed almost as good! My considerably smaller cock (No. Not 'Cock'. 'Penis!') would have been so inadequate to meet the needs of a woman like Melissa, who was so used to big black cocks---nevertheless, we'd managed to share a level of intimacy, even without fucking; and I was happy about that.
Later, as we were dressing, she walked up to me and gave me a brief kiss on the mouth, followed by a big, friendly smile.
"That," she said, "was a lot of fun! Don't you think?"
I agreed completely.
"So you see? You don't necessarily need a big cock to enjoy a woman's company. You just need the right...uh, attitude!"
"Your right," replied.
"Well then," she said, "who knows? But maybe, maybe, we can do this again sometime? How about it?"
"I'd love it!"
"No fucking, though! Understand."
"I know. Yes. No problem. This was SO much fun!"
She grinned. She stepped forwards once more and kissed me, briefly, on the cheek this time. "Yeah, we're going to have to do this again. Definitely. That little penis of yours", she said still grinning, "though not interesting to me, still needs at least some sort of attention!"
I agreed completely!
The End
She made it very clear that she and I were not going to fuck. "I like you," she said. "But, your too old. Okay? I'm sorry. I don't mean to insult you, or anything, but you are too old. But," she added, just as I was starting to feel the let-down, "you can watch me as I play with my pussy. Okay?"
"I'm fine with that," I replied. "Your right of course about me being 'too old.' I am!"
"Yes," she said. "But I do like you. Your interesting. I've enjoyed chatting with you; and so I thought it would be nice if I let you watch me masturbate. Would like that?"
"I'd love it!" I replied without a seconds hesitation. The fact that I was 'too old', in Melissa's opinion of me, was only one aspect. The other, and possibly the biggest reason of all for her refusal to fuck me, was that I didn't have a big cock, nor was I black. Being a black man, and having a big (and black) cock, were Melissa's main interests. I had neither to my credit. And so...
She led me to the couch in she and her husband's living room and sat me down there. She took the arm chair opposite. We were only four or five feet apart. I had a fantastic, and unobstructed view of Melissa as she slid out of her dress and under panties. She was very attractive. She had nice, shapely legs, and an eye-catching ass (she turned around so that I could see), and her neatly trimmed pubic patch, shaped to look like an upside-down triangle, the narrow point indicating her pussy, drew my eyes like a magnet.
"Do you like?" She asked, smiling over at me.
"Mmmm, I love it!" I answered.
She smiled more broadly at that. "Your very nice. That's one thing I've come to like about you. Your thoughtful. Your---considerate. A woman likes a considerate man."
Then she sat down on the edge of the arm chair, spread her legs apart, so that I could clearly see her pussy, and slowly, she began fingering her self, first with just one finger, then two fingers, and as she did that with one hand, with her other hand she used the tip of her middle finger to glide over and around her eye-catching clit; and as she did this, she gave a slight shiver---which I knew was from the sensitive pleasure her finger tip was causing her, and I felt very excited to be witnessing this.
I'm not really sure just how long Melissa and I sat in the living room like that as she continued to finger pussy with such expert attention; born of countless hours of similar experiences; but it was heavenly! My cock was nearly as erect as it's small (5 inch) size would allow under the cramped conditions it was in, and as Melissa brought herself to several rather powerful orgasms, I could feel it twitching, involuntarily, behind my zipper. I was so excited that I was afraid I'd cum in my pants without once touching myself directly.
Several times she stood up and walked over to where I was setting on the couch, and she offered me her juicy-wet finger that had just been inside her pussy; and I didn't hesitate, and she inserted it into my open mouth. I closed my lips around it as she slowly withdrew it; and I loved both the taste, as well as that very special aroma of a woman's wet and sexually excited pussy; something I hadn't experienced in decades.
"Mmmm," I said, looking up into her face as she stood there a moment. "Thanks. That was delicious. I've really missed that!"
She cocked her head to one side slightly, and smiling (or was it more like smirking?), she said: "Your welcome."
Then she sat back down on the arm chair, and for a while longer she finger-fucked her pussy, and coaxed out quite a few more orgasms as she did. Then she surprised me suddenly. She continued to finger her pussy as she invited me to jerk off as well. I had just assumed she wouldn't allow that, so I was excited to hear her say that. I was more than ready to explode as it was. She was obviously aware of the effect she was having on me.
So, there we both sat in their living room---Melissa was masturbating, and I began to do so as well! In a strange, but exciting sort of way, the fact that she wasn't going to allow me to fuck her, but to allow me to masturbate instead, held it's own sexually arousing effect on me. I slid out of my slacks and under wear, and sat back down and began stroking my cock. She was watching me as I did. She had that curiously intriguing smirk on her face as she watched me; and I found that tremendously exciting; and it wouldn't be long before I blew my load.
"When you get ready to come," she said, while she was still fingering her own pussy, "come over here and shoot it all over my tummy. Okay? Then, after that, you can lick it all up!" That last comment had been spoken as a command, rather than a request.
"Okay," I said, standing up. Then I knelt down between her widely spread legs (she was still fingering herself urgently), and after a few seconds, I felt my orgasm approaching, and suddenly, without any further delay, she and I both watched as I shot my load; which, though probably on the small side (in terms of volume), it spurted at least a foot; and followed by three or four other such spurts.
As I came, I was groaning and saying: "Oh, god YESSS!!" Over and over and over again, until my orgasm was finished. During all this, Melissa had been watching my face; and now she was grinning broadly.
"What?" I asked her, feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden.
"Oh, nothing," she said, still grinning. "Now---lick all that up. Every last drop. Okay?"
I didn't hesitate for a second. I lowered my face and began lapping up my still-warm sperm, that lay strewn across her satiny-smooth tummy, as well as some across her pubic hair; and suspended as if in mid air. She watched, approvingly, as I diligently licked up every drop. As I did, I could smell her rich, womanly scent from her pussy; and though I would have liked to have tried fucking her, what she had allowed me to do somehow seemed almost as good! My considerably smaller cock (No. Not 'Cock'. 'Penis!') would have been so inadequate to meet the needs of a woman like Melissa, who was so used to big black cocks---nevertheless, we'd managed to share a level of intimacy, even without fucking; and I was happy about that.
Later, as we were dressing, she walked up to me and gave me a brief kiss on the mouth, followed by a big, friendly smile.
"That," she said, "was a lot of fun! Don't you think?"
I agreed completely.
"So you see? You don't necessarily need a big cock to enjoy a woman's company. You just need the right...uh, attitude!"
"Your right," replied.
"Well then," she said, "who knows? But maybe, maybe, we can do this again sometime? How about it?"
"I'd love it!"
"No fucking, though! Understand."
"I know. Yes. No problem. This was SO much fun!"
She grinned. She stepped forwards once more and kissed me, briefly, on the cheek this time. "Yeah, we're going to have to do this again. Definitely. That little penis of yours", she said still grinning, "though not interesting to me, still needs at least some sort of attention!"
I agreed completely!
The End
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