Work had been hell this particular Monday, and closing from work seemed a pipe dream; so that when I closed eventually, I couldn’t wait to get home, bathe and go to bed. I had just had a cool bath when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Elaine.
‘I’m coming over, babe,’ the text read.
I grumbled in my spirit. I was ill-disposed to fucking that night, but Elaine felt pretty entitled to my body parts and all that was mine. Saying no to her was voluntary suicide.
It had not been twenty minutes since the text when she popped up in the house and was bouncing all about in a skimpy thing for clothing. She did some cleaning and then made dinner while I relaxed watching TV in the living room. Elaine had deliberately turned stone deaf to all my reasons, like an awning shooting off rain, for not wanting to date her exclusively but instead would come over at the most inconvenient hours every now and then, pretending to be mistress of the whole house.
On a good day, I had practiced being cool with her showing up unawares and all, because I knew after she was done with the little chores around the house, we would next go to bed and I would fuck the shit out of her whichever way my wild whims went. Ella was always keen on pleasing me, which she did too well, but this very night, I could not find it in me to get down to the do as I lay there on the sofa listening to the patter of her feet around the kitchen.
After some length, supper was served and we ate. I yawned wide repeatedly between meal, hoping she would catch my drift and banish the thought of sex tonight. She ignored me rudely, to my utter dismay.
Soon as supper was done, I dove into bed in my boxer briefs while she went to bathe. She came out wearing just a pair of panties. I watched her as
she slowly cat walked toward me to lie by my side.
In one jerk of determination, I went upfront with her. “Babe, it’s been quite a long day, I cannot gather up strength enough for sex…”
“Baby, that’s no trouble,” she cut in before I could finish, “I just came over to take good care of you tonight, like you know I always do. All you have got to do is relax and enjoy the ride,” her sexy smile struck me dumb, so that I just lay there, blinking blankly like an idiot.
I did not catch the entirety of her meaning, but I just lay back and closed my eyes as the stubborn witch trailed her slender fingers down my hairy chest.
She then bent a little down on her side so that her head rested now on
my belly. With those slender fingers, she began stroking my thighs and belly ever slowly, all around my cock, teasing it, coaxing it to blow at full mast.
In no time at all, her strokes on my thighs gathered more momentum in purpose, uniting with one another to yank my legs a little apart. Her rambling hand strayed toward my inner thigh until it had happened upon my two golden balls. She gently raked the bag up with her long nails, causing my shaft to leap and my
balls to clench together.
All of her activities between my thighs were yielding great results on my raging cock. A small trickle of precum was now cascading down the slit of my crown to my stomach. She had moved so far down so much so I started feeling her envious breath blow against my wet crown. The sensation which the coolness gave did something for my soul and would cause my hips to heave sporadically.
Elaine then left troubling my balls and went and formed a ring around the base of my cock with her fingers. She squeezed. She pulled that circle all the way up to the peak of my mountainous cock. The relief this brought, and the release of all the tension that had built up in that area, effectuated no small service. And yet for some reason, I did not think that had been Elaine’s plan. I think her purpose leaned more toward having my precum seeping out of me, much for the spectacle as the meddling with it.
At this point, it would rarely surprise that I had gathered up a quite a spoonful of precum on me, and Elaine knew just what to do with it. Dabbling her fingers in my waters, she began slowly wetting my cock, making it glisten and me slippery from base to crown. Once she thought I was lubed to mind, she enwreathed a loose fist about the base of my cock. Slowly, she began to pump me. She ran her feminine fist up my length tightly until my cock’s head was near bursting with pressure, then back down. She was pumping me slowly with ever-rising speed and pressure, clenching around my meat fawningly.
I could smell a quiet moan expire from her lips as she went; her sounds yet rather indistinct as the pressure built inside of me. She then began twisting her fist all over my length, yet clenching around me tighter, first over the top before returning to shake the nether region.
“You wanna cum for me now, babe?” She asked rhetorically. I grunted her a rejoinder. “Cum for me, I wanna watch you explode.”
Indeed, I could feel the waves consult together at the bottom, plotting an overthrow. They began at my toes region, spiraling upward and traveling north up my legs, past my knees and coming near l to a head in my thighs, where they seemed to pause their purpose a tricky while.
Elaine was pumping me ever so wickedly now, being ruthless with my cock. Then, on a sudden, the paused action in my thighs broke, and I could feel the hot eruption rip violently from my cock. I groaned aloud and could through my own noise overhear the first gob of cum splattering against Elaine’s chest. Two, three, four more squirts of spunk followed in quick succession, each subsequent diminished in force than the previous, until Elaine milked me out of my last drop.
Then she, as if having had her stomach full of conquering me, slowed her pumping, but made to run it over my exceedingly nervy crown.
At last, she stopped, got up to me and just clutched me close. I could see my juices dripping down her boobs.
“Elaine would use me well to this,” I thought to myself as I fell into a deep and hearty night’s repose.
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