The Making Of A Gigolo 15 Agatha RobertsChapter 5
- 3 years ago
- 5
- 0
The Making Of A Gigolo (15) - Agatha RobertsChapter 20 free porn video
Melanie felt much better. That’s because this man kissed her just perfectly. He had kissed her four or five times, already, and his hands were sliding all over her back. She could feel her motor revving. Normally, that was a danger sign, but the circumstances of this peculiar day made that okay, so she let it happen, and enjoyed it.
Ten minutes later they were somehow on the bed, still kissing. She wasn’t sure how they’d gotten there, exactly, but that was okay too. Now his fingers were brushing the sides of her breasts. It was fun to let that happen too, and not worry about it. What was the most fun, though, was being turned on, and not being so scared by it. She sucked at the tip of his tongue, as he pulled back from her face.
“I like kissing you,” he said.
“You’re good at this,” she panted.
For answer, he started kissing her neck. He got up on his hands and knees, which startled her, but then she understood, when he began moving his lips from one shoulder to the other, across her upper chest. His lips dipped to her upper cleavage, and she had to force herself to relax. Then he was kissing her stomach, and he stuck his tongue into her belly button.
“That tickles,” she giggled, wiggling under him.
“Does this tickle?” he asked, kissing his way up the swell of one cloth covered breast, to kiss the jutting tip of the nipple.
Her eyes opened wide. This was so new! But it was fun too. “No,” she said softly.
His fingers reached for the top of her tube top and she froze again. He rolled it down a couple of inches, and then kissed what he’d revealed.
“How ‘bout that?” he asked, smiling up at her. “Does that tickle?”
“No,” she whispered.
He kept going, rolling the top down inch, by inch. Soon the roll of cloth was just above her nipples. She lifted her head and could see the brown edge of one areola.
“Now?” He kept doing that!
“No!” she said, her voice louder now.
She didn’t expect him to just drag the whole top down ... to uncover both breasts, all at once. As he had rolled the front of the top, the back had been stuck by her body weight and now, as his hands pulled and her breasts were suddenly bare, the back pulled uncomfortably. It was just instinct to push into the bed with the back of her head and arch her back, to ease the strain. The tightly stretched material under her snapped downward, and suddenly the tube top was wrapped around her lower ribs.
She also wasn’t ready for him to lean down and suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Uhhhhh!,” she groaned. The sweet streaks of pleasure were like nothing she’d ever felt before. He moved to the other one, and his fingers came to the abandoned one to squeeze and pull gently.
“Ohhhhhh fuck,” she groaned.
She was almost astonished when he raised his head and said “How ‘bout that? Does that tickle?”
“Don’t stop!” she gasped, amazed that the words had come out of her mouth.
“Okay,” he said, still smiling, and went back to work on her breasts.
“I think this is going to work most well,” said Jeff Hamilton, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m glad,” said a very relieved Mirriam, also relaxing. She was a little surprised that he hadn’t bargained a little harder. He’d given her a better deal than she’d expected. She thought about his reference to a grant, and about how it was always easier to spend someone else’s money than your own. But that was fine. The deal she’d struck with this man would solve all their money problems, both for this season and beyond. “I can’t thank you enough for choosing us to serve you.”
Jeff surveyed the woman sitting across from him. They were about the same age. He glanced at her finger. No ring. She was a handsome woman, and intelligent. He was going to enjoy being around her all summer. Who knew what might happen?
“Your grad students aren’t back yet,” said Mirriam. She was aware of how he was looking at her. She wasn’t averse to his examination, but at the same time, she wasn’t seeking anything either. He was an interesting man, but she assumed he was married. She had Bobby, for when she needed a man.
“They’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” said Jeff.
“I see,” said Mirriam.
“I hope that won’t be a problem,” said Jeff.
“Not my business,” said Mirriam.
“We’re all pretty close, working together as much as we do,” he said. “I work them hard. I can’t complain if they have a little fun now and then. It’s the seventies, after all.”
“As I said,” said Mirriam. “It’s not my business. Would you like some tea?”
He smiled. “I thought we were finished.”
“While we wait for your students,” explained Mirriam.
“Excellent,” said Jeff.
“They’re going to come looking for us!” gasped Wanda. She had ridden him through an orgasm, and, despite her protestations, he had rolled her over and was hunched over her now, fucking her with pile driver stabs of his hard prick. She could hear her pussy gurgling and making squishy noises, and could feel his balls slapping her butt.
“Almost there,” he gasped. Then, “Ohhhh yeeeaaaaahhhhhh,” as he jetted into her.
As with so many young people, they scrambled up immediately, seeking to restore their clothing so that no one would know what they’d done. They were unaware that they could have taken ten more minutes, while the adults inside sipped tea and chatted.
“Ohhhh Bobby,” sighed Melanie. She was squeezing her own breasts now, because Bobby was busy doing something she hadn’t dreamed he’d do. She could hear him slurping between her legs, and yet again, she felt something that was better than anything else she’d ever felt.
He didn’t answer her. He’d fingered her through one orgasm, while sucking her nipples. He’d only loosened the front of her short shorts for that, but when he got her naked she just let it happen. Not only that, her hips had lifted to help him remove her last garment. No male had seen her completely naked since she got to college, but she wasn’t shy about letting this one see her that way. She was aware that was insane. She’d just met the guy! But somehow, what he was doing to her felt so natural that she just had to allow it to go on and on. She was no longer reluctant, either, about her virginity. She had assumed he’d finish the job, and had spread her legs with only a twinge of nervousness.
But he hadn’t done what she thought he would, and she felt like her body was rising off the bed, full of something that would make her float, like a balloon. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing down there, but it felt so good she knew she was going to have another orgasm soon.
That amazed her. Like so many women, she thought you got one per session, and that was all. He was about to prove her wrong.
It was while she was in the throes of her second orgasm that he crawled up, fisted his prick, and did what he’d been hired to do.
Suzie and Tiffany had been sitting, and listening to the muffled sounds coming from Melanie’s bedroom for what seemed like hours. Suzie checked her watch, and saw that it was two-fifteen. They’d been in there for an hour and a half.
Neither girl could really comprehend what was going on. It had been very quiet at first. Neither girl had felt like talking. Both were trying to imagine what was happening behind that door. Then a dim “Ohhh fuck” had drifted to their ears, making both of them perk up. It was obviously Melanie’s voice. They looked at each other. It had gotten quiet again.
Ten minutes later, there had been more noises, and it had been basically noisy ever since, in a muted sort of way. If they’d have turned on the stereo, they couldn’t have heard it but, like people who drive by an accident scene, they couldn’t help but pay attention to it.
The suddenness and unexpectedness of Melanie’s wail shocked them. It was loud, easily audible through the door. It was a wail of pain ... except it didn’t sound like pain. Tiffany actually stood up.
“What’s going on in there?” she asked, breathlessly.
“I don’t know,” said Suzie weakly. She had no trouble imagining Bobby. She’d seen him undressed lots of times. She’d seen Melanie nude too, but she just couldn’t manage to put both of them in the same scene.
Tiffany sat back down, almost gingerly, like she was sore. “Do you think it just happened?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“What were they doing all this time, if it just happened?” asked Suzie.
They listened to the quiet. Almost as if someone was turning a radio up very slowly, they heard Melanie’s voice, softly at first, and then louder, until they could actually hear her voice, and the words she was saying.
“Oh fuck Bobby that feels so good!” came her alto tones through the door. “Oh please don’t stop!”
Then, suddenly, it was quiet again.
Bobby was having fun, really. He wasn’t turned on ... not like when he had sex with his sisters, or a woman he cared about a lot. But watching Melanie respond to what he was doing was like watching a child enjoying an ice cream cone you just gave her.
He’d thought she was ready. He hadn’t eased into her like he had Paula, because, with his fingers, he’d felt that she wasn’t as tight as Paula had been. And he’d been right, in the sense that when he slid into her, she didn’t feel pain, exactly. What she felt was the surprise and shock of being filled and stretched. She had been ready to be filled and stretched. All those anxious hours of worrying ... all that tension inside her ... all of that stopping, just when things were getting interesting, had left her ready to rejoice when she finally felt what she’d dreamed about for years.
She’d been letting herself go for an hour and a half, though she didn’t reckon the time in minutes. And now, in the middle of the best orgasm she’d ever had, as she felt the completion of her goal, all the remaining tension burst out of her in a wail of joy that it was finally over. Then, as he started moving in her, she realized it was just beginning.
Basically, Melanie was as happy as she’d ever been in a long, long time. She was very vocal about it, up until the time that Bobby knew she was getting too loud. Then he ran his arms under her shoulder blades, gripped her shoulders, scooted his knees up so he could use just his abdominal muscles, and sealed his lips onto hers.
His belly muscles began a rapid tensing and relaxing, and he made rabbit-like strokes that left Melanie flopping helplessly in his grip, her arms bouncing on the bed, and her heels doing the same thing as his sides pushed her thighs toward her head.
Her pussy told him when she came. It squeezed and pulsed as her slack mouth let what would have been shouts and groans out of her lungs. He kept going until her shouts turned to moans, and then whimpers.
Then he stopped, deep inside her, and let her recover. He still gripped her, though, and she was still helpless in that grip. Her pussy still fluttered, but weakly now, and she gave all her energy to just breathing. He lifted his head. Her eyes were closed.
“You want more?” he asked.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“You’re not human,” she panted.
“Sure I am,” he said, kissing her chin.
Her stomach felt sore from the muscles there cramping. It wasn’t a bad sore, and she knew it would fade away quickly. She knew if she stopped now, she’d wish she hadn’t, later, but still she gave up. “I think I’ve had enough,” she huffed.
Bobby was in that special place that a man sometimes finds himself, where he feels like cumming ... would like to cum, even, but knows that it would take a lot of work to get there. In those times, it feels wonderful to stroke your prick into soft pussy, because you know you can go forever, and make that wonderful feeling last. In truth, if there had been only one woman, he would have stayed with her long enough to let her recuperate, and then enjoy getting to the point where he’d spurt in her.
But there wasn’t just one woman.
He let his hands relax their grip on her, and moved them so that he could rise from her breasts. He scooted his knees back, and slowly withdrew his still rock hard prick from her pussy. She sighed as he did so, and lifted her head to watch it come out, as if she couldn’t believe it had really been in her.
“You’re so hard,” she sighed. “I thought it got all soft when you were done.”
“I didn’t cum,” he said.
“You didn’t?” Her voice rose.
“I’m used to going longer,” he said.
“You’re not human,” she sighed again.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he said. “Maybe later we can do this again.”
“I could sleep for a week,” she moaned.
“I guess you can,” he said, grinning. “You okay?”
“I’m wonderful,” she sighed.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” he said. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Her hands leapt up to his head and she held it as he pulled away.
“Thank you,” she said. There were tears in her eyes.
“My pleasure,” he said, kissing her again.
She watched his hard body get covered again as he dressed. She realized she was lying there, her legs spread, totally naked in front of this man she’d only known for a few hours.
She just didn’t care.
Suzie and Tiffany had sat there, straining to hear something again. Both girls tended to hold their breath, and then let it out with a whoosh and a gasp, as new air was taken in. When the door opened, both jumped.
Bobby walked out, looking perfectly normal. Both girls stared at his face and then instinctively through the open door. They could see Melanie’s naked legs and thighs on the bed, but then the door blocked their view as he closed it. Had they looked at his groin they’d have seen the bar of his cock, lying under his jeans, but they didn’t look there.
“Be right with you,” he said, as if he had just gone in that room to get something, and would hand it over in a minute. He disappeared into the bathroom.
Tiffany stood up again, watching Melanie’s door, waiting for her friend to come out. Nothing happened. The door stayed closed. She turned to look at Suzie.
“Is she okay?” she asked.
“How should I know?” Suzie replied.
“Should I go see?” Tiffany sounded worried.
“If you were her, and you were okay, would you want somebody barging in on you right now?”
Madison
- 23.07.2020
- 4
- 0
The Making Of A Gigolo 15 Agatha RobertsChapter 29
- 1 year ago
- 4
- 0
The Making Of A Gigolo 15 Agatha RobertsChapter 7
- 3 years ago
- 4
- 0
