Anabelle Ford The Teacher
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Hi all. It’s Horniman again, horny as always!
This sensational massage happened sometime back when I had gone to meet a client for a business deal. His attractive secretary always had a thing for me. She was this dusky beauty, Annabelle, from Mumbai. I do not know why, but perhaps the Mumbai connection hit off or was it something else. I mused.
She had this gleam in her eyes and perkiness in her manner whenever I’d arrive for a call. Her boss was this dumb guy on the take, which made it easier for us to work with. I had started noticing her outfits were getting sexier whenever I’d call and arrive.
She was intrinsically attractive, typically well endowed, and curvy in the right places. Her dressing sense was progressively getting bolder. She used to wear a sleeved blouse and knee-length skirts or trousers earlier.
However, of late, they gave way to sleeveless, body-hugging tops and shorter skirts that reached to her thighs and further up as she’d sit – much to her boss’s and my delight. The bugger had noticed it too that her dressing sense was different whenever I’d be reaching. He’d always welcome me!
Well, our story happened on a day when I had called to say I was reaching for a negotiation. I reached the office, only to find her boss absent. It was unusual because our meeting was pre-decided. And Anabelle was looking glum, which was unusual, too.
“Hi, Anabelle, what’s wrong?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“Hi,” she said, “Boss is down with fever, and I am aching all over,” she sighed.
“Why are you aching?’ I asked.
“Well, I was up late last night working on the pricing reports for the vehicles we are buying. I had sheets of presentations to make with competitive differences to highlight.”
“I see. That must have been stiff,” I murmured sympathetically. “Let us make you feel better.”
She looked at me quizzically now. “And how will you make me better?”
“How many people are expected today, staff, visitors, cleaners?” I asked.
“No staff, because all have gone outdoors on assignments. Visitors are not scheduled for today, and we finished our periodic cleaning just yesterday,” she said.
“Am I to understand that it is just the two of us in this office the whole day?” I asked hopefully!
“Well, yes!” She answered as she grazed against my side. Something was definitely on!
“Well, let us, in that case, take care of you and detoxify you to make you fresh again,” I said, as I responded to her rub by pressing closer to her. Her lavender fragrance perfume turned me on as her sexy shoulders were against my chest and legs close to mine.
“What will you do?” she asked.
“I am going to give you a relaxing massage,” I said, looking at her directly in the eye as I held her hand in mine.
“My God, are you really?!” she asked, eyes wide, with a combination of surprise and joy.
I was already rising, and the familiar stirring inside my loins was tightening me in my pants. My one-eyed tool was rising as I released a gob of pre-cum into my jocks!
“Why do we not proceed?” I suggested.
“Oh,” she groaned, “I really could do with a good massage. Let’s go to the boss’s cabin.”
The bugger had a fantastic personal cabin, at least 500 square feet all to himself. I told Anabelle to check if there was any scented body oil in the boss’s toilet. She returned with a bottle and some fresh towels.
“Excellent,” I looked approvingly at her. “We should send you to heavenly bliss shortly!” I said with a gleam in my eye. Another gob of pre-cum trickled out from the eye of my rising monster inside my jocks.
I stood behind Anabelle and gently raised her arms above her head. And lightly ran my fingers from the tip of her fingers slowly down to her underarms. She bit her lips as goose pimples rose all over her freshly waxed skin.
It was such a turn-on to see that sexy smooth skin come alive with thousands of tiny inflamed grains. Her sexy underarms were the target of my ministrations. I gave them light but firm flicks of my wet tongue, which found her squirming with delight.
“Ahhh. What are you doing?” Anabelle sighed as her legs trembled with arousal. I held her by the waist with my other hand. I gently guided her to the huge mahogany table upon which I had placed two towels.
“Lie down, dear,” I instructed as I placed a sofa cushion under her head. And planted a very wet kiss deep into her mouth as our tongues met with desire. She was a great kisser.
Anabelle held my head. She gave me one wet warm moist lip-lock after another, exchanging saliva liberally as our breaths became one. My hands were on her thin top now as I unfastened the buttons. Her lovely breasts were visible to me, caged in her deeply cleaved bra, impatient to get free.
I raised her up and took her top off as my fingers went behind to unfasten the clasp of her bra. In a flash, her tits got free. I threw down the tiny piece of clothing that jailed them.
I tell you, readers, I had yet to see (at that time!) a firmer and better pair of mammaries than Anabelle’s! Those 38Cs were beautifully rounded with little reddish buds for nipples protruding sharply like the peak of a mountain.
I found myself gazing at them lustfully. I put my mouth over one and rolled my tongue over the hard nipple. I felt it swell even more to the snake-like attack of my tongue. I rolled it vigorously inside my mouth.
“Oh,” groaned Anabelle helplessly from joy and ecstasy. She felt herself surrendering to my sexual efforts. She wanted to be done and done entirely. I took my hand down to her waist. I placed my fingers on her abdomen from over her skirt. I pressed at her mound that seemed to enlarge itself.
I took my fingers below to feel the softness of her labia over her skirt and massaged her there. She moaned softly as my tongue attacked her swollen tits and my hands were on her pubis. I took it under her skirt to feel her lovely panties. They were already wet.
Reluctantly I separated my mouth from her boobs to focus on removing her skirt. It was out in a flash. I gazed at her white panties, moist with desire with a clear wet stain over her vaginal lips. I placed my mouth on her pussy lips over her white panties. I gave her light bites with my teeth.
“Oh,” she squirmed as the bites to her pussy aroused her more. Placing my fingers into her elastic waistband at the sides, I brought her panty down in one smooth downward motion and helped her get out of it.
There was Anabelle completely nude in front of me. She had nothing on but her cross and necklace that dangled sexily between the deep valley of her pendulous breasts. They were rising and falling alternatively. I took in the sight of this dusky goddess for a moment. It was sheer divinity that I was gazing at.
I eased her on the table with two more towels under her pelvis. Her legs I parted slightly, enough for me to take in the visual beauty of her swollen vagina. As also to take my hands through her valley freely when I would massage her.
Her pelvis was throbbing already! She was on the verge of an orgasm. I could sense it. I went inside the washroom, removed my shirt and trousers. I wrapped a towel around my waist over my strained jocks. My cock would have to wait for more. I had let out a lot of pre-cum, but the wait would be worth it!
“Right, are you ready, Anabelle? I asked. She was supine on the table, naked, her bosom heaving up and down, legs spread, looking so attractive and fucksome.
“Please, do your will, just be quick,” she begged. Her hands clutched the edges of the table, her eyes oozing lust.
“There, there, be patient,” I murmured. I rubbed the oils on my hands and poured it on her swollen boobs and stomach into her navel.
“Aah,” she wailed. The liquid ran over in all directions, stiffening her legs as her abdominal muscles clenched visibly with
I started rubbing my hands over her shoulder blades and stomach to stop the oil from running over. Her taut body, stiff from her previous night’s exertions, squirmed under my ministrations. I continued rubbing the oil over her swollen boobs as I tenderly held the nipples and pinched them.
“Aah,” she wailed helplessly with joy as I felt them stiffen in my hands. I proceeded to massage her in long uniform strokes as I moved my hand from her breasts to her underarms. I raised her hands over her head and feasted on those freshly waxed armpits.
I massaged them slowly, caressing them as I moved ahead to her arms. I massaged them gently, pinching them in the regular massage manner. My focus now shifted below her breasts. They were gleaming satisfactorily, and the nipples were well pinched to arousal.
Anabelle’s stomach posed a fair target to my hands. I inserted my index finger into her deep navel. My God! Was it a vagina? I thought I could fuck her in her navel. So deep and tight it felt as my finger went a good way inside. I turned my finger inside it, and she let out moan after moan due to the tickling.
Her head thrashed from left to right and her eyes screwed shut with ecstasy. I rubbed her stomach from the side, massaging her abdomen. My hands were near her pubic mound now, which was freshly shaved and squeaky clean. I spread her legs as my eyes feasted on her vaginal lips that were puffed with arousal.
Her pink pussy was smiling at me, begging for my touch! I took my hands slowly below between her splayed thighs. “Oh!” she let out a deep lusty groan. “Please do more. Feel my cunt fully.”
I placed one hand over her vaginal lips and, like a plier, opened them to see the engorged clitoris come out of its sheath! The beautiful bundle of nerves it stored inside made it glisten red with arousal. I stroked it firmly with the two fingers of my other hand as she spread her thighs wider.
With my fingers, I began to strum the hot nub like a guitar. “Aaah,” She moaned loudly, caring little for the sound she made. “Please, don’t stop,” she beseeched me.
I accelerated my strumming of her clit. I inserted two fingers inside her pussy which was by now releasing her pent-up fluids. She was about to orgasm. I turned my hand inside her pussy so that it went in and then, like a cup, curled my two fingers that were inside.
I wanted to feel her G-spot behind her pubis, the rubbery tissue that I wanted to extract her juices from. I was going to make her squirt. I located her G-spot perfectly, put my other hand on one thigh to prevent her legs from drawing close.
I moved my hand inside her vagina rapidly back and forth like a vibrator. “Aah,” she wailed helplessly. Her pelvis shook uncontrollably from my stroking, and her abdomen tightened. Her face was contorted of lust with her eyes screwed shut and mouth open. Saliva was running out from one side.
I could feel her vagina close tighter on my hand. With a mighty scream that went long and loud, she let out a torrent of squirt. It gushed out of her charged pussy like a tap on full throttle. Her squirt hit me fully in the face as I wet myself with it.
It was beautiful, it was warm, it was wet, and it tasted cummy. I repeated my masturbation of her G Spot at least six times. Each time she let out her squirts of unparalleled volume to shower me with her liquid all across my chest and my jocks. I had removed my towel by now.
Exhausted, Anabelle lay like a rag doll on the table, breathing slow and shallow, eyes glazed with desire. I was stroking her breasts gently as my mouth was on her lips, and we kissed passionately.
After recovering a bit, Anabelle said, “ I haven’t yet got what I need.”
“You are right. The time has come,” I said.
She placed her hands over my cock on the moist jocks and rubbed. I sighed as my penis throbbed at the sudden attack. She took her hands below and from over my underwear, squeezed my hardened balls. I was enjoying every bit of her touch.
She raised herself to sit on the table and faced me. We kissed again as I gave light flicks of my tongue to her earlobes. She moaned softly. Anabelle latched onto me nude and wrapped her legs around my waist. I took my head below and took one breast in my mouth as I rolled a nipple with my tongue.
I could feel it hardening again. The other hand rubbed her back as I gave her long strokes from the base of her neck to the crack of her ass. She was getting aroused again. I could make out. She stopped me and lowered herself from the table to sit on her haunches.
Her mouth was now to my waist, and her hands were to my sides as she tugged at the elastic of my brief. She brought it down to my thighs. My horny, hungry one-eyed monster sprang out, a handsome red mass of veins whose cockhead bobbed in front of Anabelle’s eyes as it throbbed up and down uncontrollably!
She gazed at my pulsating penis and said, “My my, you are in a sexy mood, aren’t you?” So saying, she lightly touched it with her index finger. It was too much! I let out a long gob of pre-cum which she touched. I slowly moved her finger back.
A thick string of sex juice lengthened itself from the eye of my cock to her fingertip. It got longer and longer as she took her finger away! “Mmm, that is some string,” she said appreciably as it stretched and finally broke.
Anabelle rubbed my pre-cum over her boob and raised it to her mouth to lick it off her nipple! I loved it. Next, she cupped my bursting nuts into her hand and gently but firmly squeezed them.
“Oh, do that!” I said as I spread my legs further to accommodate her hands between my forded loins. My partially lowered jock constrained me from spreading my legs wide. But that was just the pleasure! Her hands were grazing my taut thighs as her fingers were stroking my enlarged testes.
She took her fingers from my balls up all the way to the tip of my penis, stopping just at my frenulum to rub it. The little string under my cockhead was already wet and slick with my pre-cum. Her finger went over it smoothly.
“Aah,” I groaned from the depth of my stomach as my balls went taut with desire. The frenulum rub is the most exciting part of gratification for a man. Anabelle seemed well versed at it. I loved the way her hands grazed my loins. Her fist cupped my balls tightly. Her finger strummed at my tight frenulum.
She pulled my cock skin as far back as it would go and brought her mouth to my excited string below my cock. She gave it the most exciting flicks of her tongue!
My pulsating monster was beyond control. Her wet salivating tongue gave it rapid lashes like a whip. Her hands held my foreskin back to strain my throbbing cock to an angry purple shade.
“Anabelle!” I bellowed like a bull in heat. “ I am cumming!” I roared. My thighs shook uncontrollably. A huge gob of cum erupted from the enlarged eye of my phallus and flew up in the air. It landed bang on her forehead. It was followed by a series of similar eruptions.
Each huge volume flew fast and thick in gobs and gobs of freshly produced creamy semen. She continued her lashing of my frenulum as her hands massaged my balls. They were rising and falling with each spasm of my cock, to piston out wad after wad of hot scalding semen from my sperm factory.
My batter went all over her face and flowed slowly down to the valley of her breasts. It seeped into her deep navel as if searching for her eggs to ripen. I sighed deeply to return to earth. My body relaxed, as did my swollen testicles.
My penis started softening, all slimy and gooey from Anabelle’s rubbing my cum all over it. She squeezed it to drain out the last drop of semen and put her finger to her lips, and licked it.
“You taste salty and a bit spicy,” she said.
“I’ll make you a sperm cocktail one of these days, with Vodka. You’ll love it,” I said. She went on her knees and licked my cock to polish the remaining semen. We lay on the mahogany table for a while. My fingers on her clit and hers on my balls. I gently rubbed the little friendly nub again.
She let out a little moan and twitched her abdomen. I knew she was getting ready! Her fingers were going below my testicles as I raised my legs to facilitate them to go near my anus. She went further and gently made little circles around it. I was getting stiff again. Both of us knew there was more to come.
I raised Anabelle on the table and made her kneel on her haunches. I placed her hands straight in front of her and lowered her from her waist. Then I raised her pelvis from her waist. Her sexy ass was facing me and was higher than the rest of her.
I could get a lovely view of her swollen pussy lips and her little brown bunghole from behind! I climbed the table and went behind her. Gently I poured some oil on her coccyx – the end of her tailbone. The oil rushed down to her anus and f to her vagina.
I massaged the oils into her ass, making round circles around it, and inserted a finger into it. I went in smoothly as if the little hole was smiling at me to enter it. My thumb was lower than my middle finger, which was into her asshole.
This thumb I made use of and inserted into her pouting pussy. Alternating it over her clit that was also begging to be rubbed. My right hand was free to do its might with her stomach and breasts. I took it forward to her mouth as she moaned deeply and sucked my finger like a cock, slurping over it.
Her haunches were quivering uncontrollably to my finger attack. She was very wet and slick from her juices and the oil. I positioned myself behind her and placed my engorged tool at the opening of her vulva. With a smooth motion, my turgid man-meat slid into Anabelle’s welcoming pussy to the hilt.
“Oh!” she groaned as my penis hit her deeply into the end of her cervix. I knew I had reached her depth. I pulled out, and with all the strength I could summon into my loins, slammed my pelvis into hers. My monster banged her wall again and again as I repeated my crazed thrusts into her vagina.
My pubic hair was tickling her anal opening each time my loins met with her pelvic rear. She was shuddering now and screaming like a mare in distress. I knew the screams were welcoming sirens of lust.
She wanted this copulation, fornication, and abdication of senses to continue to surrender to the pleasures of carnal desire. I continued my strokes as a man possessed. The shooting of my wad a while earlier really helped me go on and on.
My factory had just delivered its last produce. The new batch was being prepared furiously, but it would take time, thankfully! I ran my hands over her back as I could feel the beads of sweat on it. I played with her dangling breasts and pinched her hard nipples.
The valley of her tits was sweaty with desire. I ran my hand into her underarms that yielded to my fingers ever so readily. I bore into Anabelle relentlessly. She suddenly clenched her loins and let out a long, sobbing wail. Her tightness pulled at my penis.
I thought for a moment she was going to yank my tool out of my loins. She came and came, with spasms that were not in her control. Her thighs grabbed me, and the walls of her vulva refused to let go of my swollen cock. By now, my monster was ready, and I knew I had to shoot my load too.
I held her tightly by the waist and with a mighty heave. I let my penis bang into her cervix. I repeated my strokes with passionate fervor, not caring about anything but shooting my wad.
“Cum inside me, give me your sperms, flood me fully!” Anabelle begged as she raised her pelvis to help me slam her vagina deeper with the best angle.
“Are you safe?” I asked, which, although a sane question, was at that time the stupidest of queries. A woman in such heat and a man about to burst his dam are least bothered about consequences once their collective crisis approaches.
“Shut the fuck up and load me!” she yelled as her end came. Her knees gave away as she slumped. I gave her a mighty thrust and, with the last slam-dunk, shot my release deep into her cervix. My hot baby batter sprayed inside her burning walls. They bathed her uterus with life-giving semen.
Again and again, I shot my load into her. Again and again, my member pulsated as our loins fused into each other, a combined mass of heat and lust. With a last squeeze of my sphincter, I released the final drop of my semen into her pussy and stayed there.
I could feel my penis getting drenched in her juices and my own batter. I lay over Anabelle as we both were one body. Slowly, I got up and removed my penis from her vagina. A thick string of cum-mixture came out, making a bridge between her vaginal lips and my cock eye, like a glistening strand of silk.
“That was heavenly, Anabelle. Thank you for such a wonderful, passionate session,” I said to her appreciably.
“I hope you have given me twins!” she responded with a gleam in her eye.
“I still have one more end to conquer,” I said as I darted my finger to her anus and rimmed her there.
But that is a story for next time. We slowly dressed, cleaned up the place, and left.
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