Sweet And Sentimental
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Deep Secret Ch. 25 – Sentimental free porn video
Waking up alone after the prior evening’s events was a disappointment, to say the least.
As I rested in bed, not quite ready to start my Sunday, I took stock of the previous evening. All in all I was reasonably OK. After all I had gotten two pretty great blowjobs. Plus I’d seen my girlfriend be the belle of the ball. In fact, she’d been the life of the party — at two separate parties. Then, I couldn’t forget the sex everywhere including the Blowjob Twins, Cindy and Deb, whose little entertainment had provided more than enough blood flow for morning wood — if there had been a need for such.
On the other hand, I was pissed that my girlfriend had put on a sex show with another guy — a guy with an amazingly huge dick — in front of a hundred other people and I could do nothing but sit and watch. I was angry. I wanted to rip that guy’s eyes out and shove ’em down his throat.
While I was letting all of that anger seethe inside of me I was aware of another part of my brain that was outrageously turned on by watching Simone do those amazing things she does — and did — in front of all those people to that guy.
I’m not sure why we do this, but it’s surprising to get hard simply by watching a woman deep throat a cock. On the other hand, maybe it isn’t. There are so many references to oral sex in general — and the whole Deep Throat thing was a controversy back in the 1970s. Didn’t Linda Lovelace appear on late night TV? And this was back in the Nixon era while the war in Vietnam was still going strong. It may have also been the time of the Moral Majority.
My mind raced from subject to subject, trying to make some sense of my angst. Though it pained me to think of her as being ‘on an assignment’ and doing all sorts of things to strangers, not to mention sadists, I knew that it was all part of her work as a government agent. That was reassuring to some degree, but now in the clear light of the next day — a chilly morning for early November — I was hoping to hear from her. Was she OK? Did the evening go as planned? Were she and her team OK? Did they get the bad guys?
I thought I’d check the local news to see if there was anything on about a big arrest last night, but then I realized that it would probably have been done under cover with secrecy being key to success. Plus, this was back in 1990s: You couldn’t just search the web for news or tweets or visit the government’s Facebook page.
The clock read 8:42 when I finally decided to get up. I put on some warm-up clothes and went out the door for a quick jog. It was even colder than I’d expected and felt like it might snow, but after the first mile or so I was comfortable. By the time I returned, took a shower, and had some breakfast, it was a little after ten.
I knew Simone’s phone would be off, but I phoned her anyway. Hoping I was not sounding needy, I left a message. ‘Hey, I hope you’re OK. Give me a call. I’d like to hear your voice.’
Not overly cloying, right? I hoped so.
When I hadn’t heard anything by noon I decided to meet with some classmates to work on a group project we had due that Wednesday. Late in the afternoon, returning home to an empty apartment, I still hadn’t heard from her and I began to get truly worried.
While my main concern was for Simone’s welfare, some other concerns crossed my mind. She had not been what I initially thought — by design — and now I began to wonder if maybe there were more things about her mission, at least about what I had been informed, that were untrue or just partially true.
The following day at the office was a bit of a shock, nothing bad, but I was the talk of the office. The woman, who had been dressed as Marie-Antoinette, had told anyone who didn’t already know that ‘the sexpot’ at the Halloween party had been my girlfriend.
By noon, if someone hadn’t come up and asked me directly about Simone, at the very least they looked at me differently than they ever had in the past. Whenever I’d walk through a work area other than my own, there’d be a sudden silence and then a slight roar (if that’s oxymoronically correct to say) of discussion after I’d pass.
Three different guys I knew asked me if she was an escort or a hooker. One person asked me if I paid her to go with me and two others asked if I could send them photos.
What surprised me most were the videos of Simone’s (or should I say Jessica Rabbit’s) performance that had made it onto the company’s network.
Ugh.
Fortunately, the private party had remained completely separate and no one knew anything about it.
As I left the office late Monday afternoon, I was anxiously hoping to hear from her, to hear she was all right.
After work, my classmates and I finished our hand-in work for the project Monday night at the school’s student center. That made the drive home feel great at first, but as I neared my place, there had still been no word from her.
Tuesday at the office was spent explaining to just as many people as I had on Monday who ‘the fox,’ ‘the woman with that body,’ ‘that babe,’ and ‘Jessica Boobit’ was. One of my closer colleagues asked how she was in the sack, but then apologized and said that his question was inappropriate.
Given my conflicted feelings about the entire relationship we had, there was a part of me that wanted to crow to whomever asked or even looked like he wanted to ask. She loved giving head. She had an amazing body. And she was awesome in bed. At least, she was awesome if you loved getting blowjobs. Nah, I take that back: she was plain awesome in bed. Period. (I’m pretty sure I came more in her mouth and throat than I’d come in the mouths of all the other women I’ve dated put together.) A woman who had an orgasm just by tasting semen, one who could come with your cock deep down her throat, her lips against you groin, enjoying it immensely, who’d go back to a party to deep throat a guy and drink the cum out of a glass from earlier in the day? How could anyone not appreciate such a woman?
But there was the other part that was the mature part (sometimes maturity sucks) that felt like what Simone and I did together wasn’t anyone else’s business.
I actually thought that I would have laughed it off a few days before, but now that her mission had been scheduled to conclude two or three days ago and I’d heard nothing, my sense of worry turned to minor panic. I didn’t know any of her friends’ last names, having only met them once or twice.
By the time Tuesday evening rolled around, I was a mess. No news. Not a peep. I called Manny and Consuela, neither of whom had seen her at the gym.
‘Where was she?’ and ‘Was she OK?’ were now the only questions on my mind.
An answer arrived late Tuesday night. Fast asleep as I was, I became aware of Simone kissing the back of my neck. She was quietly cooing to herself, but the sound was a relief. She knew me well enough to know that I’d have a hundred questions and moved a hand across my face on the pillow and, putting one finger up over my lips, said, ‘Shh.’
Deciding that I was happy enough simply that she was here, I opted to take her advice. I pushed all the questions aside and just let her have her way with me. (I know, not exactly a sacrifice.)
After spending a little time with her mouth and tongue around my ears and neck, she moved slowly down my back until she was kissing my glutes. It was an area that neither she nor any other girlfriend had spent much time on, so I was surprised at how erotic it was. Each time she would move her lips and tongue up to the side of my hip I kept hoping she’d continue around to my dick, but she had other ideas about where her journey would lead.
She began kissing the area where your butt ends and your hamstring begins. I know no one had ever been there or done that before because the feelings were intense. All this time she hadn’t said a word nor had she even touched my cock, which was seriously beginning to feel negle
cted. Her tongue movements would get her around, close to its base, but then she’d return to my butt.
After slowly licking and kissing her way forward beyond my anus, she started to press diligently with her tongue on the area behind my ball sack. It felt like she was milking my prostate, but in a good way — not the way it feels when a urologist does it!
Taking her time under my balls she eventually moved to the sack’s area between them. She hunkered down there for what seemed like an eternity and I think I might have had an orgasm if it weren’t for my mind trying to savor and to save the moment.
Feeling pretty sure I knew what was coming next, she moved up to the underside of the base of my cock, licking it and turning herself on in the process. Her squeals of joy had become louder and I think she may have given herself an orgasm just from her mouth and tongue movements.
I know that when she moved up to the underside of my head and found the pre-ejaculate that had formed there and covered my head, she did have a beautiful, time-standing-still climax. I really enjoyed that, but I was starting to feel like it was time for me to get there too.
Then she surprised me again. She suddenly, but with her inimitable grace, moved both of us so that in one quick action I was lying on my back and she was rubbing her enormous breasts across my chest, my cock shoved deep into her pussy.
So this is what dying and going to heaven feels like!
She slowly moved her hips up and down. The senses (smells, sounds, and feelings) of the moment were discrete and delightful. The moment felt like the equivalent of walking into a kitchen where someone had just made the best chocolate chip cookies in the world and you were biting into the first warm, gooey one.
Her nipples felt like small pebbles rubbing across my chest. After a few moments she lowered her upper body so that more of the weight of those amazing sacks was resting on my chest, but continuing their slow movements back and forth.
Meanwhile her teeth were lightly playing at one of my earlobes while her tongue would occasionally rub across it. Yeow!
I had not played with myself for several days and realized that the last time I’d come was at the little office down the hallway from the Halloween party on Saturday night. It was now more than three days since I’d last come.
It was time.
Simone’s hips, no — actually it felt like it was her vagina that was using some muscles to tighten and loosen its hold on my entombed cock. There was absolutely nothing to do but to have an orgasm.
‘Go for it,’ she whispered, knowing that I was about to come. ‘I’ll join you. I’ll get my nourishment later.’
As I said, there was nothing left to do.
Knowing that I was going to come, Simone pushed harder down as I pushed up into her, sure I was damaging her cervix, but it simply had the effect of pushing the two of us over the edge. Both of our bodies tensed and the cascade of climaxes commenced. Each of us went to that place out of time and space where orgasms happen. Nothing except pleasure and warmth existed for those few moments.
Her body was providing me with the pleasure I hadn’t felt in several days as I spurted shot after shot of cum deep inside her. Simone’s response was to meet my thrusts with clenches of her own, pressuring her clit between our nearly-married pubic symphyses.
Though the scientific community might fault those responsible for the design of the human body with some of the awful things that can happen to it, whoever did design it certainly did a lot of good work too! Awesome work!
At the moment I decided that focusing on the events occurring in my parasympathetic nervous system made more sense than musing about the origin of the species. (Good choice, one might add.) The feelings were surprisingly intense and lasted longer than I’d expected — even considering the several days since my last climax.
Eventually all things come to an end and after what seemed like a weeklong orgasm, we both returned slowly to the here and now.
After a few sweet pleasurable resting moments, I realized that we’d both grabbed on to each other and were hugging, her ridiculously large but solid breasts pressed out between our torsos. Upon feeling her stir, I realized that my cock had now shrunk back to its normal un-aroused state and was in jeopardy of slipping out of her playful pussy.
As much as I tried to keep it there, it slipped out anyway — apparently of its own accord. Simone chose that moment to get off me and cuddle alongside me, pulling one of my arms across her slender shoulders. It felt so right being next to her. I actually ached slightly for her, it felt so good now that she was back. I must be falling for her, I thought. Regardless of her previously held secrets, she was someone I’d fallen in love with and this planted the seed for all those thoughts about ‘Is she the one?’
It was not the time to propose, yet. I knew that. I knew I needed to consider what life might be like with a secret agent for a spouse. Could that even be a possibility? I’d go insane worrying about her each time she left the house, especially when she went on an assignment. This didn’t even consider the kinds of things she might have to do as an agent with her unique skill set.
This line of thought got me curious about what had happened on her end of the mission, both before and after I’d seen her performing sex acts on that private party stage. I suddenly felt jealous and hurt. These are not the things you want to feel just when you’re thinking of asking someone to spend the rest of her life with you.
In a most typical manner, Simone seemed to know at least part of what I was thinking. She quietly said, ‘You probably want to ask me some things about Saturday night and why I’ve been out of touch the last few days.’
I didn’t say anything, but she knew. Of course, she knew.
‘Well, the past few days I was doing a little traveling to finish up this assignment. There was some paperwork to get in order and some dealing with other agencies involved with the operation. Some of this was heavy-duty blackout stuff and I wasn’t even allowed to have a phone.’ Then after a brief pause, she added, ‘I thought a lot about you, though.’
She was silent for too long for me to think she was going to continue. It felt like I could ask, but she probably wouldn’t be able to answer. In my inimitable idiotic manner, I said, ‘That was some amazing cock that guy had.’
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I thought to myself. That was the best you could do? What about, ‘I thought a lot about you, too’ or ‘I hope you didn’t get hurt’ or even ‘Are you OK?’ No. I, the guy with the interminable bad hair day, had to go and talk about some other guy’s dick. And a sadist to boot. Was I that insecure or insensitive? Yeah. I probably was.
Wishing I could unsay what I’d said, I just sat there, hoping the words would dispel themselves quickly.
Simone apparently had tolerance for my insanity and boorishness. She said, ‘Ed, I can understand how hard that must have been for you. You weren’t supposed to see me with anyone. In fact, you weren’t supposed to actually get into the upstairs party. But, in these kinds of missions things can happen that we can’t control. That was why I wanted Joa to be there and remind you not to react.’
‘Yeah,’ I replied, ‘it was good she warned me. It pissed me off, seeing you with that guy. I wanted to run up to the stage, beat the crap out of him, and take you away.’ I paused, thinking about my words. ‘That probably sounds like a scene from a B movie: a boyfriend running up to a stage and grabbing his girlfriend to ‘get her out of there.’ Doesn’t it?’
‘Well, yeah, a little. But you know, Ed, it’s human nature. When you care about someone you want to protect her. I understand.’
We both went silent. I wanted to ask a million questions. I assumed those were the last things Simon
e wanted to hear from me.
‘Listen, Ed. I did some pretty ‘out there’ things on Saturday night. I had to play my role in the action against these people. Everything ended well and I did my part to take down a bunch of bad guys. And I think it is worth getting your hands dirty to put organizations like this one out of business.’
I listened to my heartbeat for a few moments. The emotions in my brain were completely out to lunch. I wanted to shield her from the work she did and did so well. How strange was that? I knew I couldn’t, but that was one of the feelings I had.
In fact, there was a part of me that wanted to hear about the sexy stuff she might have done. Of course, I wanted to hear about the murders of those people who did sexy stuff to her, too.
Oh, my goodness. I was one screwed up puppy. Maybe I needed some counseling. How could I possibly want my girlfriend not to do stuff with anyone else and to hear about it at the same time?
She began to kiss me along my side, moving slowly but with a singular purpose down my torso. It was sexy and exciting and it helped to make my mind stop focusing on (obsessing about?) her lips — and her throat — wrapped around some other guy’s cock. It didn’t hurt that I could feel her hard nipples preceding her slow and inexorable journey to my dick.
Opting to worry about my sanity at another time, preferably when Simone’s erotically stimulating actions were absent, I decided to go with the flow, lie back, and let her maneuvers take effect.
When she began to lick around the base of my cock, recently flooded with both of our juices, I could hear her moan with enjoyment. She said something like, ‘We taste great,’ and popped my semi-hard cock into her mouth, making it warm, welcome, and comfortably familiar.
The sounds of gooey slurping being made joyfully by Simone’s lips were almost as much of a turn-on as the feelings they brought to my body. It took no time for her actions to bring my cock back to a full-blown erection, her hand motions reducing the time even more.
Satisfied that she’d licked up all of our juices she proceeded to lick and suck around my balls. I especially enjoyed it when she’d put a bit of pressure to the extension of the cock muscles that were between my balls. In fact, twice when she’d done that — and even if I had just had an orgasm — it would have caused me to have another one. I remember because both times she knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed looking up to see the semen shoot high up over her face. It seemed that watching me shoot was enough — added to her enjoyment of using her mouth and tongue — to get her started on pretty intense orgasms of her own. Then she’d take pleasure in licking up all the sticky, white stuff that had cascaded all over my cock, on my lower abdomen, and other areas. Each time she’d get some of the larger dollops it would give her these slow, intense, eyes-rolling-back-and-disappearing orgasms that made her moan in an almost ghostly fashion.
I never tired of seeing her climax, especially when she’d do it giving me similarly intense ones.
This time, though, she apparently had other plans and pulled back from making me climax at that moment, easing the pressure and just making sensual tongue motions around and under my balls.
Slowly, she moved herself up the underside of my cock and licked playfully around the slit and lower side of the head. Between that and her hands still pulling up and down on the shaft I soon was ready to come again.
Knowing that her movements were having that effect Simone stopped for a second, letting my cock simply stand there, pointing up at the ceiling, lonely and wanting female companionship. She looked for a second up at me and smiled.
She was so beautiful, her smile dazzled me, and caused an automatic reaction of my cock thrusting upwards. That was the challenge she seemed to want, the extra hardness or length or whatever, causing her to move her head downward. She slowly continued this movement doing something I don’t think she’d ever done before: licking the underside of the shaft as her throat was working to accommodate its length. She’d done this at the end, when I was all the way in her throat, but never while she was getting me there.
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