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Deep Secret Ch. 17 – Oh! free porn video
”All right, let’s go, I give you half an hour,” she said to me, obviously quoting from the episode of Seinfeld entitled ‘The Mango.’
‘OK,’ I said quizzically, attempting to rise to the challenge. ‘That’s the episode where Jerry and Elaine decide that they must have ‘sex to save the friendship,’ right? The one where she tells him that many of her orgasms were fakes.’
I held up my hand. ‘Let me remember,’ I said, pausing to gather my thoughts. ‘Give me a sec. It starts with the nightclub monologue saying, um, ‘The female orgasm is like the Bat Cave. Very few people know where it is and if you’re lucky enough to see it, you probably don’t know how you got there and couldn’t find your way back when you’re done.”
‘Not bad, Ed, not bad,’ Simone responded, ‘almost word for word.’ Her demeanor suddenly changed, the twinkle in her eyes disappeared. ‘But I’m serious about the half hour. I’ve got a plane to catch.’
‘Right now?’ I asked incredulously, ‘Don’t we need to talk some more about last night? This new aspect of who you are? What you do for a living?’ I paused for a moment staring absent-mindedly at the lingerie array before me on the bed. ‘Your bra size? Who’s Clint?’ I began to lose track of these random questions even as my brain demanded answers to them and more. ‘When you’re coming back? What my VP’s Halloween party has to do with anything? Why you’ve only got thirty minutes before you have to get on a plane? Where you’re going?’ I paused for a quick inhale. ‘And what the fuck is going on?’
‘OK,’ she responded. Then, in somewhat atypical rapid-fire fashion, she said, ‘Yes. Not now. No. Probably never. Generally 30G. One of the guys on my team. Tuesday or Wednesday. A lot, but I’ll know more when I come back. ‘Cause I have to pack and I really need to give you a blowjob before I go. Out of town (don’t ask) and maybe Washington, too. And, lastly, I’m going to get reprimanded for getting involved with you and getting you involved with this – about which ‘the fuck what’ I can’t tell you.’ This time she paused for a quick inhale. ‘Happy?’
My first reaction was amazement at how she’d kept all of my questions straight and answered them so quickly. Hell, I couldn’t even relate those prosaically terse answers to my list of rambling questions.
My second reaction was an internal ‘Holy shit! 30G! Damn. I knew they were huge, but … Damn!’ That brought up a slew of questions about the other sizes I’d seen. Those quickly ceded to the other mostly non-answers concerning the Halloween party, her job with the government, her leaving town, desperately wanting to take her up on that blowjob, and – last but not least – what had she gotten me involved with.
So, naturally – with my life having moved in the last 24 hours from ordinary, bordering on pedestrian, to one of intrigue, danger, and the threat of it ending violently way before I’d planned – instead of asking her about whatever I’d become involved in, I said, ‘This one here. This red one? This is a 28H, but this black see-through lacey one’s a 32GG. How does this work? Are they inflatable boobs? Can you really change the size of your boobs?’
‘You know, Ed, with all that’s taken place in the past day or two, I have to admit I’m even more attracted to you because you really – are – crazy!’ she answered, the last three words deliberately said in a slow marcato and chortling deeply. ‘But seriously now, between the blow job, the Halloween party, the clandestine meetings, the attack by last night’s thugs, the really dangerous people you’ll be dealing with next weekend, and of course the bras, what tops your most important list?’
‘Well,’ I said in response, raising my shoulders in a shrug. For the first time I let the reality of the phrase really dangerous people sink in and worked diligently to wrap my head around this possibly life-altering set of events.
Finally I said, ‘Double G and H cups. What’s the difference? When do you go from F to G to H? Is there a double F? And what happens between double D and F? What happened to E?’
‘Ed, be serious. Don’t you have any concerns?’
‘OK, you’re right. You can explain about bras to me another time,’ I responded soberly. ‘Do we still have time for that blowjob?’
‘You are a truly disturbed man. Truly!’ Simone laughed at my disregard for anything else on the list, anything of import. ‘I don’t have much time. Give me a little special white sauce quickly and I’ve got to run.’
I ripped off my sweats pants as she dropped the towel she’d been wearing since she got out of the shower. She walked over to me, kissed me, still fresh tasting of toothpaste and smelling like a florist shop. The kiss gave me a hard-on and felt like it sucked the blood from my brain and moved it directly to my prick.
But it wasn’t the only thing that went directly to my prick. Simone soon followed, rubbing my chest and abs as she moved to her knees in front of me.
Looking down at the top of her blond head I watched her carefully going about the job of ostensibly giving me pleasure when I knew, as always, she was getting as much from this experience as I was. She moved under my cock at the base and kissed each ball, getting each very wet with just the right amount of pressure and attention.
After spending some time with her tongue licking at the base of my cock, her chin pressing up against my ballsack making each one move to a side of it, she moved slowly up my cock with her tongue. Her face caressed parts of my dick as she worked her mouth up to the head. Or, perhaps, she moved so that my dick would caress her face. The whole chicken and egg thing was unclear and at the time seemed superfluous to me.
Regardless, by the time she had arrived at the head there was a pond of pre-seminal fluid collecting in my slit. She licked at it the way you take your first bite of a slice of chocolate mousse cake. I could hear a low ‘mm’ come from somewhere in her throat, hoping she’d be taking my cock to that place soon.
As she spent time lapping at my slit and making the head of my dick wet with our combined fluids (i.e., me: pre-cum, her: saliva), she moved one hand to my balls and carefully stroked them. That added to my pleasure. Knowing her well enough, I was sure it was just a way to have me provide her with semen, the ‘white sauce,’ for which she seemed to hunger incessantly. Well, most often when we were together, at least. On the other hand, I figured if I created more cum for her, it probably meant that I would have a more intense orgasm, so who was I to argue with her presumed logic?
Now using all the wetness with which she’d covered my head to make the shaft just as lubricated and shiny, she returned to lick the juncture of the base of my cock and my balls. Continuing down under she moved to tongue behind my sack, taking long licks from way below – beginning quite close to my anus – all the way up to the base, separating my balls slowly each time. This put a lot of pressure on the internal muscles near where they must attach to the pubic bone. It was so intense that I needed to hold onto something or I was sure my legs would buckle.
I reached out to grab hold of one of the posts of her canopy bed, my other hand stroking the back of her head and her neck. ‘Simone, if you keep that up much longer I think the intensity of that, oh … will cause me, oh,’ I moaned again, interrupting myself.
In between licks I could hear the words, ‘Cause you what?’ There were a few more, but they were muffled by my testicles.
‘Oh, jeez. I think I just can’t stand … any … ‘
‘Well, we can’t have you falling over, can we?’ she said, pushing me backwards onto the bed. Expecting the smooth comforter I was surprised at what felt like random pieces of something like small computer cables. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but just a surprise. As she was able to get an even better angle at my nether regions with her mouth and continued stroking my cock firmly with
both of her hands, I rolled my head and saw that I was lying on the dozens of underwire bras that I’d recently pulled from her dresser.
Now I’ve never had a real thing for bras the way some men do, but I think every man is fascinated by them. They are so foreign to men. Sometimes I even think that seeing a woman in a bra can be sexier than seeing her naked. There’s the possibility that you can take it off. But, when she’s naked there’s nothing to strive for. I don’t know if I explained that as well as the thoughts in my mind, but, believe me, I’m not a perv or fetishist – at least no more than the next guy.
On the other hand, I was fascinated by Simone’s large bra collection and here I was getting an amazingly exciting blowjob surrounded by them in a large range of colors and styles. Part of me wanted to start examining the labels again, but the almost imminent arrival of my climax made me stay focused on the beautiful woman warming up my balls for the big blow.
She also knew it was soon to come in her inimitable sense of knowing a man’s timing. Just as she moved up from under my balls and attacked the head of my dick with her lips and tongue, her hands moved back to caressing both the balls and the land below made wet by her tongue.
In a stroke of inspiration I, too, moved my hands.
It was a surprise to me how the bras were fascinating and just plain exciting, but there were real boobs – real really large boobs – just a few feet away and I’m here fantasizing about the bras. I shook my head and uttered the word ‘idiot.’ Fortunately, she either didn’t hear me or decided it was nothing about which to concern herself.
So there we were, at the final scene of this blowjob, she had now moved me deep into her throat, but not all the way, more like an attempt at deep throating by one of the women I’d dated who’d wanted to do it, but were simply unable. Nevertheless, it felt great as her tongue was caressing the underside of the shaft. The heft of her amazing breasts was now entertaining me and it seemed that it was having the same effect on her from the stiffness in her nipples and surrounding tissue under my fingers.
Obviously saving the best for last – something she often didn’t do in our experience – she made a slow but steady drive down my dick with her mouth, saliva and other fluids washing over both. In another few moments she had engulfed my entire dick in her mouth and throat. She kept it there, still, for a few seconds before beginning a dual attack by doing that swallowing thing with her throat muscles that felt like her throat was jerking me off. (I still needed to ask her about that one day.)
The other prong of her attack was her tongue licking between my balls. Between my dick being engulfed completely in her face and her tongue aggressively licking my balls and the space between, I was going to come in just seconds.
I was sure that I was making noises, but I wasn’t sure what they were. Her sounds reminded me of a large cat, like a tiger or lion, purring. It was a throaty groan that made it certain her orgasm would be at least as big as mine and, for all I know, had already begun, now only to be soon reaching a higher level.
Satisfied that my cock was having fun playing deep in her throat she decided to spice things up by getting in position to – for lack of a better description – fuck it with her face. She took both hands and placed them on either side of me so she could move up and down more easily. Then, almost without warning, she began to move her head so my dick was fucking her mouth, going from just a few inches inside of it to all of it down her throat.
She began this technique at a moderate pace, we were both, after all, on the verge of coming and who wanted to go slow right now. After all this warm-up, I wanted this train to leave the station.
And she had a plane to catch.
Continuing her efforts she knew she had me where she wanted me, speeding up, more slowly perhaps, but the movements getting even more rapid. I responded by bucking my hips up into her face, amazed at how she took all of my inches of cock so easily when virtually all other women would be gagging or worse with inches to go.
I realized as I was getting more physical with her boobs that my orgasm was just seconds away. I’d never want to hurt her and I’m sure I wasn’t but I realized that I’d grabbed pretty firmly on the amount of each tit I had in each hand.
Finally, after she was able to move her head up and down at blazing speed – as fast, it seemed, as I move when I jerk off! – I was starting to come. Knowing, of course, that it was happening she swallowed all of me down her throat and I could feel her upper and lower teeth compress (covered by her lips, of course) around my cock’s base in time to the rhythm of my spurts.
Now that I was on automatic pilot she backed off a little, pulling me far enough out so that she’d be able to get a good mouthful, but I would still enjoy the extraordinary experience with no diminishment.
As I came I realized that she was rubbing her nipples along the tops of my thighs. It surprised me because my hands were grabbing at the comforter and bras on the bed, yet I didn’t remember removing them from her mamms.
It was all fine as far as I was concerned. I grabbed a pillow and stuck it under my head so I could watch her in the throes of her climax. Now that she could taste my semen, she was catapulted to a new dimension and surely was no longer among us. She kept my cock in her mouth, but I could feel her tongue washing the cum around so she could savor every bit of its pungency. It was exciting to watch her tensed body enjoy the pleasures the way it did.
Eventually she returned from her orgasm and looked up at me with my cock still engulfed in her mouth, awash in saliva and cum. She finally pulled off me, obviously not having swallowed yet, and stood up, stretching her legs and her back. She next plunked herself down on the bed. Keeping the cum in her mouth, she tried to say, ‘Wow, that was awesome.’
I could only make out a bare outline, but I was pretty sure that’s what it was. She continued to come as she put one hand on her pussy, just holding her clit with two fingers. With her other hand she grabbed onto the nipple area of one breast and gently pulled on it. This gave her an even larger orgasm. I actually thought she might not come back from this one.
It was the downstairs doorbell that caused her eyes to open wide and stare dumbstruck at the wall. She mouthed the word ‘Shit!’ and swallowed her cum prize. After enjoying the taste for another moment or two she sighed.
‘That’s Clint. I forgot that he was picking me up to go to the airport.’
She raced around the room as I tried to figure out how she could go from sex machine to business – covert business – in the course of five seconds. I was still pretty high from the orgasm and wasn’t sure I could even move. Just watching her race around the room made me a little dizzy.
‘Each time we part,’ she said to me in her frenzy, ‘I always feel like I have a million things I want to talk to you about.’
What was so strange was that I was thinking the same thing. Saying goodbye to her was always so hard. With all that was going on, with both our work lives overlapping our personal lives, it was much more difficult.
Before I knew it she was dressed for the cold weather in a mostly black outfit, had her pre-packed black leather bag on her shoulder, her black boots on her feet, and she was kissing me good-bye.
‘If anyone at work asks, just say that you’re bringing your girlfriend to the party. Don’t call me or leave a message. I’ll call your cell to let you know when I’ll be back,’ she said. ‘Oh, and I’ve got to tell you: That was one amazingly awesome orgasm. It would have been longer, I know, if I hadn’t had to run. But, well, thank you.
‘I was worried that the pressure from everything that’s going on might eventual
ly get to you, but clearly you can still relax enough to give a girl an orgasmic mouthful or two.’
She smiled at me and kissed me.
”All that orgasm stuff: orgasm this and orgasm that. It’s a lot of pressure,” I responded, again quoting from the end of ‘The Mango’ episode.
Simone laughed at that. ‘You’ll lock up? I’ll see you Tuesday or Wednesday. Oh, and I have a friend who’ll help me get a costume for the party, actually I expect that there’ll be two parties on Saturday so I’m getting two costumes for me and one for you so you don’t have to worry about it. At least that’s the plan for now. I’ll know more when I get back.’
On her way out the door she said, ”You know, I’m a little hungry. You wouldn’t have any of that mango left?” I remembered that that was the final line that Elaine says to Jerry at the end of the episode when they’re in bed together and he can’t perform.
‘Just kidding! I don’t think I could eat another thing! See you, sweetie.’
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