A Sesson With Horse Dick Harry
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Deep Secret Ch. 06 – Harry free porn video
‘I want to suck your cock the minute we get home,’ my wife Amanda whispered to me in the cab from the airport as we neared home. ‘Let’s throw everything down in the foyer, leave a trail of clothes up the stairs, hop into the shower, and then you stick that stick of yours into my mouth the minute we get into bed.’
This was a good plan. I was one hundred percent behind this plan. It had clear start and end points. It was concise. There were milestones, few subtasks, the resources were available, and the kids were at my mother-in-law’s until we were to go pick them up tomorrow.
Yes, Amanda had a plan. (What was that palindrome about the Panama Canal? Oh, yeah, ‘A man, a plan, a canal, Panama!’) It was a good plan, too.
However, the unfortunate reality was that this was a frequent refrain with Amanda upon arriving home from a vacation. I’d tried to figure out why she always wanted to give me blowjobs after getting home from vacations. Were taxis an oral aphrodisiac? No, that could never be it.
Yet, somehow these wonderful plans were rarely implemented — though there were neither budgetary nor time constraints. Once we got home, the phone rang, messages had to be culled through, the neighbor would stop by with some complaint, the mail, who knows what. Regardless, Amanda, as I said, had tempted me too often with similar conceptual ideas that just never saw the light of day. Hence, for some time now I rarely permitted myself to get my hopes, much less my cock, up.
‘Yeah, sweetie,’ I whispered softly to her, lightly caressing her thigh, pulling her tightly to me, ‘that sounds scrumptious. I can’t wait. You know me: always up for a blowjob!’
We opened the front door, threw down the bags, stripped on the way upstairs, and hopped into the shower, where we fondled each other lasciviously. She went to her dressing table to do whatever it is women do at their dressing tables. I combed my balding pate and put on a little deodorant and even some aftershave. (You see, I was still hoping it would happen this time.) When I walked into the bedroom, Amanda was under the covers with a towel wrapped around her head and one bare leg sticking out. She was sexy. She was adorable.
She was also fast asleep.
I was really glad I’d been there and done that — or in this case, not done that — before or I would have been disappointed.
My memories of that night, after Simone and I left the restaurant flooded back into my brain as I turned out the light and climbed into bed next to Amanda’s warm, smooth flesh.
It had been only a walk of a few blocks from the restaurant to my place, but the night became colder with every step. Neither of us was dressed for the sudden turn in the weather and we were both elated to enter the building’s warm foyer. It wasn’t late, but still the place was empty and silent. My building had quite a few older tenants who seemed to be nestled in for the night after seven o’clock.
By the time we’d walked into the elevator and I’d pushed the button for my floor, Simone had unzipped my fly, knelt down, and was sucking on my cock. Part of me was afraid of the consequences of someone getting on, but I figured that the chances were low and it was an easy activity to stop quickly. In addition, the slowing of the elevator approaching a floor would give at least a second or two warning, right?
And after the evening’s dinner conversation, her warm, wet mouth felt so damn good, I was just about ready to shoot my load. Hence, I really didn’t give a damn about the friggin’ consequences.
Simone was always one to surprise me somehow, often in some small way, but to surprise me nonetheless. Tonight was no different. As we approached my floor she quickly stopped sucking on my now maximally hard dick. Rather than picking up her gym bag and getting ready to deelevator (If they can call getting off a plane, deplaning, one can call getting off an elevator, deelevatoring!), she spun around and flipped up her skirt. To my surprise — and delight — her stockings ended at mid-thigh. Said stockings were held up by a pair of black garters on each leg, attached to a lavender garter belt. Between the top of the stockings and the garter belt, I was staring at her lovely, firm, and very naked butt.
She spread her legs, grabbed my cock, and backed up, onto me, slowly pressing me into her wet pussy. Back and back she pressed in and out to bathe my dick with her juices, millimeter by millimeter until her smooth, naked flesh was tightly against my fly. The zipper was hitting me at an angle that hurt momentarily, but there are times when a man’s got to be a man and disregard discomfort, for the betterment of human sexual contentment everywhere.
You betcha!
You’ll have to forgive my lack of making any sense whatsoever because fucking Simone had become a pretty rare occurrence and I’d forgotten how good it felt. It was not in the same league of pleasure as one of her probably patented blowjobs, but it did feel pretty fuckin’ great.
She backed off and then on and repeated the process one more time. That appeared to give her a green light for her first orgasm of the evening. Her small scream surprised both of us, but orgasms do that to you sometimes, especially when you least expect them. As she just stayed relatively still, relishing the moment and I was enjoying the view of her beautiful round flawless buttocks along with her feminine perfume, the door opened on my floor.
It was fortunate that no one was there. After a few moments of Simone still enjoying her climax, she moved in and out just a little to milk everything she could out of her sexual pleasure. By now the door had closed, but the elevator just stayed there since clearly no one had pressed a button anywhere else in the building.
Throwing caution to the wind, I began to press deep into her and then pull out until I realized that we were fucking, full speed ahead right there in the elevator. I grabbed her hips and was humping her like an animal. It was great. She moaned on every stroke and it felt so good there was no way I was not going to join her for my first orgasm of the evening and for her, yet another.
She had now bent over most of the way to the floor, resting her hands on her bag. I had never even thought about her flexibility before, but she was either very flexible or very good at not feeling discomfort while getting fucked.
We kept this up and probably got louder for quite a few more minutes, but it was so intense that the impending climaxes were not far off.
Then, just as we were both what felt like just seconds away from that ultimate moment, the elevator began to move upward.
This was not a good sign. I lived pretty close to the top of the building so there were only three or four floors above us and the elevator was obviously nearing its destination.
So were we.
At first I thought she’d just stop and I’d cover myself with my coat and/or bag of gym stuff, but Simone was in another world. She was so focused on that next inexorable orgasm that her hips were virtually fucking me as though I could have just stood there and not moved a muscle.
The last thing I wanted to do was to deprive her of her pleasure, but I needed to live here and, though I’d not seen it in the lease, I doubted screwing in the elevator was any more permissible than screwing with the elevator.
Just as we were about to stop at the top floor, I felt that climax start deep inside me and knew I was incapable of doing anything about it. Simone was almost whimpering now, her pleasure so obvious from the shivers that seemed to rush with each thrust through her delicate back.
Apparently she felt that I was about to deliver my orgasm deep inside her and drove her butt hard against me so she could feel my cock shoot.
Then, just as it appeared the elevator was going to arrive at the top floor, she did something that gave me even more respect for her multitalented
brain: She simultaneously cried loudly and hit the elevator’s ALARM and STOP buttons at the same time.
The elevator stopped dead. The loud bell, like a fire alarm, went off in the elevator and seemed to sound from somewhere way below us, too. All of our noises were drowned out by the alarm, it was that loud.
I think it was the first time I ever could say that my orgasm was so intense I could hear bells!
We both came for ten or fifteen seconds of deafening alarm noise, especially loud given the quiet calm that had pervaded the building not more than a few moments before.
My orgasm eventually slowed as my semen pooled somewhere inside of her. She had an apparent other worldly orgasm caused by mine.
And, except for the fact that the damn bell was so fucking annoying, we’d both come and no one was yet the wiser — in the elevator, no less.
When it was time for us to call it (as in ‘time of death’ in a hospital TV show), Simone reached into her bag, pulled out some perfume and sprayed enough on her neck to cover most of the man- and woman-made scents that until then had permeated the small cabin.
I unpressed both buttons and quickly shoved my now exposed cock into my pants. Concurrently, Simone dropped her skirt, making sure everything was adjusted, just as the door opened and Mrs. Milford was standing there with Harry, her Great Dane.
‘Are you two OK?’ she asked us, seemingly very concerned about the alarm. Behind her, several others from her floor had come out to see what the commotion was.
‘Oh, yeah,’ I told her, ‘the elevator didn’t stop on my floor and just kept going. My friend Simone here was concerned that we were going to the roof and panicked a little. In trying to hit the stop button, she hit the alarm. We’re fine.’
‘Well, that’s good. I was concerned that someone had been attacked or there had been an accident.’ Mrs. Milford said.
‘One must always be vigilant,’ she added, ‘especially when getting off.’
‘I couldn’t agree with you more,’ Simone said to her, sincerely trying to allay her concerns, but still managing to smile and wink at me surreptitiously — and to keep a straight face given Mrs. Milford’s similarly wonderful straight line. It was very impressive, but I could see the mischievous twinkle in those beautiful baby blues of hers.
It was all I could do not to add something like, ‘Yes, I always keep my eyes open when getting off.’
We deelevatored on my floor and, fortunately, things were quiet.
As I got out my key, Simone said, ‘That was quite a ride. I feel so much more secure in the knowledge that you’ll be especially vigilant when getting off!’
‘Ha, ha,’ I laughed facetiously. ‘That was a wonderful and unexpected fuck. Part of me was scared shitless that we’d be discovered screwing in the elevator and part of me was just loving your tight, wet pussy. I think I began to forget the first part as I started to come.’
‘Yeah, well, I had your back,’ she began. ‘Well, I mean you had my back, but… Um. You know what I mean. I figured if the alarm were a loud one no one would hear us coming.
‘Hey,’ she said as I locked the door behind us, ‘that was the first time I’ve ever gotten shagged in a shaft.’
‘You mean, you got the shaft in the shaft, don’t you?’ I asked her.
The joking lasted another five, maybe ten seconds before we dropped everything on the floor and went straight for the bedroom. Fifteen seconds more and she was resuscitating my dick with her tongue.
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