9 comments/ 39255 views/ 3 favorites Mystery Lover By: matriarch This story was written at the request of, and for a fan. She knows who she is, and I hope the pleasure she gets from the story does not fade too quickly. You sit at your computer, searching for and finding exquisite pictures of exquisite women, your senses already heightened at the sight of them, your attention completely on the screen, your mind and thoughts filled with visions of that special dream lover, the one that can take you to those places you crave, those sensations for which you yearn. So engrossed are you, that you do not hear her enter the room, and quietly approach your chair behind you. So engrossed are you in the pictures and your feelings, that when you feel her lips on your neck, you almost jump from the chair with a squeak of surprise, but her soft hands on your shoulders calm you, and with a moan at her touch, you settle back in the chair, waiting expectantly and excitedly for her next move. Her lips continue to move gently over your skin, her tongue snaking out to caress the length of your neck, to just below your ear, making you shiver. Knowing it to be the natural thing to do, you tilt your head to one side to allow her greater access to your neck and shoulder, her hands moving across your shoulders, finger tips dipping low on your front, caressing the soft skin above your breasts. A low moan comes from your parted lips, making her smile in satisfaction. One hand moves up to lightly capture your chin, turning your head towards her, as her tongue and lips slide around from your neck across your jaw line to capture your lips, at first gently moving over their softness, as if measuring their shape and texture. At this delicious joining, your eyes close, the better to feel and experience the sensations now flowing through your whole body. The pressure of her lips increases, moving back and forth across yours, and another moan as you feel her tongue running lightly over your lips, probing, seeking, until your lips open and let her in. Gently her hand eases your head back, as her mouth opens wider, her tongue sliding into your mouth and finding yours, sets up a slow, sensual dance that takes in your cheeks, your teeth, but always returning to your tongue, as her lips part ever wider forming a wet seal with your own. As her probing becomes deeper, and her lips seek to devour yours, you answer with yet another low moan, your own lips opening wider to allow her deeper into your soft cavern. The movement of your lips, each against the other, sets up a friction that trembles its way throughout your body, but still her fingers do not release you, holding your face against hers with a firm insistence that you cannot and will not refuse; her other hand now moving over your shoulder, drops lower to caress one soft trembling breast, caressing it around the sides and underneath, before taking the hardening nub between a finger and thumb, squeezing and twisting in time with the movements of your lips. Suddenly, her hands release you, but her mouth does not leave yours, her tongue and lips continue to stoke the flames rising and burning inside of you. You open your eyes, to see her move around you, watch her sit astride your lap, moving herself closer to you, breast to breast, stomach to stomach; you feel her reach for your hands, and move them around behind her back, asking you silently to hold her to you, which you do willingly. Her hands now move back to hold your face, gently cradling your head in warm fingers, and she lifts her lips slightly from yours, looking, smiling into your eyes, and whispers against your lips, "Is this how you like me to kiss you, is this the way you wish to be loved, shall I make love to you?" You are unable to speak, no sounds will come, except for the moans of pleasure evoked by her touch. Taking your silence as consent, with a low chuckle, she lowers her head back to your panting mouth, resuming her slow sensual ravishing of your lips and tongue, while her hands continue to squeeze and stroke your breasts, gently nipping your rapidly hardening nipples. Her mouth moves from yours, making you moan in need, increasing as you feel her lips make their slow sensual way down your neck, across your shoulder, nipping at your collar bone, kissing softly across the silky skin above your breasts, and, knowing where she is heading, your moaning becomes a panting of sharp desire. One hand releases the nipple, but continues to cradle the breast, lifting it, and as you feel her mouth engulf that hard button, you breathe in sharply lifting your breast against her mouth, your back arching in a bow of focussed desire. Her lips suck, and caress, her tongue flicking out to tease the nipple, each touch sending a shock wave from that nub directly to your pussy, causing the gentle tingle that had been building there to suddenly increase to a throbbing need, accompanied by a stream of wetness. You feel her move slightly away from you, and gasp anew, head rocking back on the chair, as you feel her hand make its slow sensuous way down your stomach to find the zipper of your pants, and slide it down, easing the two sides apart. Then moving upwards to the waist of your panties, easing inside, her hand sliding down over your tummy which is now trembling with your intensely focussed need. You want her to fuck you! You need her to fuck you! If she stops, you will die. As her mouth continues to work its magic on your breast, sending exquisite signals throughout your body, you almost stop breathing as you feel her hand move lower, and shudder as you feel her finger making its way through your curls, ever downwards, and almost cum on the spot as you feel one finger gently glide over your clit, not stopping but seeking out your wetness. Your need to have her inside you is so great, that you open your mouth, finally manage to utter a sound, a deep yearning plea, "Please, please, fuck me." The movement of both hands and her mouth stop, and for a moment you are terrified you have said the wrong thing, as you feel her move from your lap, her mouth from your breast. Almost crying in frustration, you lift your head, to see her move away from you, only to see her smile at you, as she drops to her knees in front of you. She keeps her eyes on yours, willing you to watch, as she reaches for your pants, and begins to pull them off you. Trembling even more now, as you realise your dream is about to come true, you brace your arms to lift yourself from the chair, as she eases the pants off you, down your legs, and throws them on the floor. Hardly daring to breathe, you watch as she moves closer, her hands sliding up your trembling thighs, coming closer and closer, then her hands dipping underneath, lifting each leg, and knowing what she wants, you help her to lift each leg on to her shoulders, her hands gliding up and down the soft skin on the outside of your thigh. You are trembling so much now, you can hardly keep still in the chair. She looks up at you, whispering, "Calm, calm, soon." Taking a deep breath, you try to calm the want raging through your blood, pounding in your head and nipples, focussing deep inside your pussy. Now her hands move up your thighs, and move inwards to the legs of your panties, sliding her fingers under the material, to caress and cradle your tummy, making you shudder, shiver and moan, closing your eyes at the almost unbearable level of sensation. Then, without warning, you feel her mouth on your panties, kissing and licking the sopping material, her tongue pushing against it, into you. A sound is drawn out of you,long,low and desperate. She pauses briefly,then her fingers move downwards over your tummy into your curls, moving lightly, dragging her nails over the skin, creating incredible sensations that almost send you crazy. Desperately, you gasp at her, "Please, please. Now." A brief pause, and then you feel her hands move out and up to the waist of the panties, as she pulls them down, once again you bracing and lifting your hips. Quickly she moves away, slides the panties off your legs to join the pants, and replaces your legs on her shoulders. Looking up at you, she says one word, "Now?", watching you. With a low moan, you respond. "Yes. Now.". Without another sound, she drops her head to the juncture of your legs, and begins to kiss gently over your curls, down over your engorged lips, and flattening her tongue in one long movement, takes it from the bottom of your slit, to the top, dragging it over your throbbing clit. A cry is torn from you, as your back arches, and you push your hips against her, wanting the contact again. Now you feel a long slim finger slide into you, deeply, and begin a slow rhythmic movement back and forth, your hips taking up the rhythm and moving with it. Then, when you are almost at your limit, you feel her lips on your clit, as she gently sucks it in, and begins to stroke it with her tongue. The sensations are too much, and you feel the signal spasm deep inside your pussy, feel the wetness seeping out of you, and as she adds a second finger and pushes deeply inside you, with a desperate cry and surge of your hips, you push against her fingers, her lips, her tongue, and cum in a roar of flame and heat and sensation that consumes your whole body, your brain, your hips churning against her for a time that seems never ending. Eventually, your body slows, and slumps in the chair, your heart pounding, pussy on fire, every muscle in your body, trembling with the exertion of your cumming, breathing in deep gasping breaths. When you can finally feel, see, hear, you lift your head, and with a satisfied smile on your face, your remove the vibrator from yourself, raise it to your lips to taste your pleasure, and whisper a thank you to the vision on the screen, she who had been tonight's mystery lover. Mystery Lover Part One – The Fantasy Soft candlelight reflects off the water as it rolls lazily in the steamy mist. Numbed by the warmth of the bath, you float suspended in a womb....lost in a hazy consciousness induced by wine and classical music. Thoughts of him cross your mind....they dance into view then flicker away. Like the flare of a candle that shines brightly then fades, you see his face briefly. In these moments you feel a tingle in your loins....your nipples harden slightly. Memories of your most recent encounter bring a flush to your angelic face. Suddenly you sense darkness closing in…which recedes as you deeply inhale. Chuckling to yourself at the realization that you are so lost in the dreams of him, that you have forgotten to breathe.... Startled by the sound of your own voice... “What IS it?”...shaking your head and finishing the thought silently in your mind... ‘About him that affects me this way?’ A question you know will only be answered when you let yourself go and give in to the crazy desires floating around in your head. When the time comes that you accept a reason for the encounter and flow with the tide of unbridled emotion that oozes from your every pore. A feeling that if there ever were two people that could share the same body, the same mind...it is you and him. Smiling, content in the acceptance that finally, he is exactly what you have been seeking. Holding your breath, you stretch out in the water…scalp tingling as your head sinks below the surface. Your fingers roam over your body. The soaps and oils have soaked into your skin causing your hands to glide easily along your slick flesh. You lie submerged in your own little world....with one hand nestled between your parted thighs and the other encircling your breast. Lost in this erotic game you feverishly masturbate and pinch your nipples......that quest to achieve an orgasm before your breath runs out. Many times have you played this, only to burst forth from the water thrashing for air, completely frustrated by an inability to succeed. Reaching for the bottle, you pour yourself a fresh glass of courage, downing it in one swallow. Determined to numb the realization that no matter how hard you try - you just cannot force yourself to do - anything. You are much too strong willed, much too self reliant to ever be so supplicant of another. Leaning back against the rim of the tub you rest your aching head. Disturbed by your failure, you squeeze your eyes tightly shut...reverting to that age old act of wishing. In your minds eye, the familiar scene opens before you like a theater curtain....hoping with all your might that maybe now, with him, you can be complete. A tear rolls from your eye, cascading down your already damp cheek....moving ever lower ...to finally fall with a silent drip into the water below. Struggling not to be as easily enveloped in that sameness, you focus your thoughts on his most recent words....from a phone conversation regarding the possibility of being together.... “If I could come to you as anything.... It would be as one of your tears. How could I want more... than to be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks...and die on your lips?” His unfailing romantic nature complimented with an uncommon, almost surreal, hunger for passion...has you totally infatuated. This you will concede to him. And this is what you long for as you drift off to sleep… Part Two – Becomes Reality Awakened by a faint rustling sound....you are amazed by how cool the water has become...how low the candles have burned down. A breeze blows into the room and extinguishes some of the minute flames...wisps of smoke swirl and dance in little pirouettes. You rise from the now cold bath, the water cascading over your firm flesh. Reaching for a soft oversized towel and wrapping it about you. Stepping out from the antique claw footed tub onto the pure white ceramic floor, your attention riveted on the doorway. The darkness of the hall beyond concerns you, sending a shiver along your spine. The gooseflesh awakens across your body like a wave as you realize the music playing on the stereo is no longer the selection you had set. Paralyzed with fear, the pressure in your bowels increases...pressing against your rectum. A typical reaction when terror invades the psyche, and yet in you there is an underlying erotic feeling. The reflex of your anus to tighten sends shivers through your nether region. You are undeniably excited by the unknown. You ache to be fucked, to be filled...to be ravaged...to be forced into what you cannot make yourself do willingly. It is with this need, this absolute need that you step out into the darkness.... Here things happen at a staccato pace...as if bits of reality are revealed to you in a strobe light. You see flashes of a dark figure from across the room - coming closer. The strange music drowns out all sound...wailing human voices rising and falling in unison, humming out a melody that is both strange - and familiar to you. Where have you heard this before? The chill that had so overtaken you is now replaced with heat. A fire burns deep within you, giving you the strength to boldly move forward. Suddenly, from the darkness you feel a pair of strong hands grab you from behind....A hot breath hits the back of your neck as you are forced forward across the room. Your knees collide with the foot end of your mattress and you topple down onto your stomach…letting out a shriek as you fall. The grip is strong and unrelenting...easily moving your body into whatever position is wished. Gasping for air and moaning in protest you try in vain to scream but cannot. Your arms are pulled over your head as a blunt object forces itself down against the small of your back. The knee presses you down and holds you motionless as iron hands pull yours up to the brass headboard. In the flashes of light you see straps of soft leather dangle from the glimmering metal. These are wrapped about your wrists, firmly securing you to the bars. Wincing in pain as your wet tousled hair is pulled, raising your face from the pillow. A velvet cloth is strapped over your mouth gagging you. Fingers rake over your back and hook beneath the towel now loosely hanging about your body, pulling it...forcing it down and off. The assailant moves off the bed, leaving you to lay in your nakedness. Shocked and dazed by the furry of the assault, yet you are aware that you have not been hurt. The act of tying your wrists was done gently and the gag was applied with care as to not cause pain. This moment of inactivity allows you the opportunity to think. The music, although not common by any means, you have heard before...but where? Searching your memory for this clue...and just as the realization of where you had heard this begins to form in your mind....a feeling of an electric shock at the base of your neck pierces your consciousness - in an instant casting away all thought. When the intense feeling begins to move downwards along your spine, it’s then you realize an ice cube is being drawn over your hot skin. A small trail of moisture resides in its wake. You feel the hot breath again at the back of your neck...then the unmistakable feeling of lips and tongue licking and sucking the wetness away. Following the ice, but not too close, leaving just enough of the sensation to assure it sinks in. Slowly the cube is dragged ever lower...now hovering at the crevasse of your tightened ass. The melting ice left there is drawn by gravity, soaking your anus and pussy. Strong hands grasp your ankles and forcefully spread open your thighs. A second ice cube touches your skin against the back of your knee. Its movement upwards is also followed by lips and tongue. Ever so slowly the duo of pain and pleasure proceeds. You struggle but your restraints hold you too firm. Unable to resist, unable to move, unable to even protest - you simply lay there...helpless to affect change, helpless to do anything. The cool water slowly drips along the inside of your upper thigh…teasing the sensitive flesh. The bed beneath you becomes wet with a combination of melted ice and your own moist excitement. You squirm beneath the watery onslaught, groaning into the gag over your mouth. Your breathing quickens causing you to draw breath forcefully through your nose. Fingers move along your scalp and entwine in your thick fur, yanking your head back once again. You feel a hot breath against your ear and for the first time the assailant speaks. Clearly a male voice, gruff and animalistic… “I am the harbinger of your desires. Welcome…to your new existence.” Speaking slower and more clearly… “I know your thoughts, your inner most fantasies…I am here to bring life to each and every one of them.” He flicks out his tongue, wetly fluttering over the crevasses of your ear. “My hot bitch wants to be fucked doesn’t she?” Not said as a question, but more a statement of fact. “DOESN’T SHE?” Confused and helpless to fight against something you so badly want, you simply nod, your flushed face and tear filled eyes a portrait of fear and need. He shifts position yet you are unable to see his face. Still holding your head back, you feel his hand press against the small of your back, hard fingers moving between the fleshy orbs of your ass. You move your hips to meet his hand and moan loudly as he presses a finger against your anus. “That’s right slut – every desire.” The pressure of his finger meets the building resistance in your bowels, causing the sensation to penetrate you deeply. Almost as if his finger were stroking the very core of your sexually. He senses your excitement and moves to kneel between your open thighs. Releasing the hold on your hair you feel him loosening the gag. Knowing the only screams that will come from you are ones of ecstasy, he pulls the cloth free. In a gruff voice he commands you to tell him what you want, to hear you plead and beg for it. He knows your every desire, and he now knows you would willingly do anything, anything he asks. Your mind reels with what is happening to you. Having just come to the conclusion that the only man you could ever succumb to is thousands of miles away. And yet here, now, your every fiber is begging to be taken. To be forced to enjoy the things you have so far been truly unable to. You hear your voice speak beside yourself, in a lusty pleading tone that is new to you… “Oh yes…FUCK ME! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” You push you hips back hard onto the stranger’s hand. His hard man flesh presses against the back of your thigh, his fingers stroking your dripping slit. You feel him pry your fleshy cheeks, opening your body to him. Taking his penis, he replaces his fingers, sliding its bulbous head along your slick sex. The movement parts your sex petals wider with each pass, pressing his cock in deeper and deeper. “Ooooooooo don’t tease me…PLEASE!” You beg. “Give me your cock now!” Pulling at your restraints…you arch up, your body begging to be filled. The head of his cock is large, almost as if he were rubbing a billiard ball over your pussy. Your mind spins with the realization of its thickness; you fear that you will be split in two when he finally enters you. His rough hands grasp your fleshy hips and he pulls your body upwards…lifting you to your knees. The leather straps pull and begin to dig into your wrists. Pain seers along your arms but in an instant - vanishes. Your senses are overtaken by a totally different sensation as his beefy manhood spears your sex…filling your needy cunt. A guttural scream escapes you as you feel the thick flesh fill your body. Instantly he begins to pump his cock into you, a large piston moving full stroke, never quite pulling free but always burying in deep. Strong fingers dig into your hips and upper thighs, kneading the meaty flesh. You pant with each stroke, totally enraptured by the feeling of his man flesh ramming into you. The wailing voices of the music blend into the sex cries that escape both your lungs. And as the odd melody builds to crescendo, so does your passion. Every nerve in your body is alive; every fiber willingly gives in to this feeling. You shudder in a way that you have never quite felt before. The feeling seems to spark from deep within you and spreads outwards, lighting every inch of your flesh on fire. All your senses meld into one reality as your pussy explodes in an earth shattering orgasm. Screams of ecstasy fill the air, yours and his. His cock moves erratically, violently, as he is overcome by climax…erupting deep within your body, pumping you full of his seed. You collapse with him on top of you, the queer position stretches and presses your cunt as his manhood is still firmly planted within you. His breathing is ragged and deep. Your bodies squish and slide, sweaty flesh hot and tingly. Unable to breathe as your face is buried in the pillow, you struggle to speak. You begin to cry, shoulders shaking as you sob into your pillow. They are tears of satisfaction, of shame…of loss and of need. Temporarily satiated, your need for release is replaced by the need to know who has given this gift to you. Tears of shame pool in your eyes as you were convinced it could only have been with your dream lover, not some whacked out rapist. He slowly lifts off and out of you…an inch at a time…assuring that you feel every distended vein. He reaches up and unties you; his hands roam and caress your body. Standing now, he commands you not to move, not to look…because if you do, he will not return to do this again. You groan in protest, turning your head slightly – obeying his words as best you can, yet begging for answers to the questions that buzz around in your head. He simply laughs…disappearing into the darkness. You are alone in the silent room…no queer melodies, no sounds of footsteps. You lay there; the only sound save your pounding heart is you panting for air as your body begins to gradually relax. Finally able to move you sit up gingerly, amazed how even muscles you didn’t know you had ache from use. You draw your knees to your chest, head shaking as the realization sets in as to what has just happened. Common sense screams to call the authorities….but how can one claim to be violated when it’s a dream come true? The events run through your mind, and one fact keeps tugging at you…the music. As strange as it was, you swear that you’ve heard it before. But where? You have the feeling that when you find the answer to that question, all your questions will be answered. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you concentrate with all your might, and wish for the clarity that will bring the revelations that you seek. (To Be Continued…) Mystery Lover I couldn't believe I was going along with this. It was my husband's idea to spice up our marriage, and we had fantasized about another male in the bedroom. But I'd only gotten into it when we were really horny and worked up. Now, he'd taken me out to eat, got some good wine in me, surprised me by wisking me into a hotel suite and was slowly ravishing me when he stopped. He told me he had one more surprise for me, and I sensed I knew what he was up to. My part of the bargain was that the lights stayed-out and I had to go with the situation. I was already so worked up and wet that I gave in. He threw on trousers and a shirt and was out the door. Not two minutes later, I heard the key in the door,and my mystery man walked in. I couldn't possibly make out any of his features in the dark, but the silouette was plainly that of a tall, well-built man. He walked to the edge of the bed and without a word started taking off his clothes. I wanted to see, but I also knew this would be easier for me if I couldn't. So, I just took a deep breath and laid back. He was on the bed down at the foot of it, and he proceeded up very slowly by kissing and rubbing up my legs, using his hands to part my legs for him. I reached down and put my hands into his thick head of hair, while his expert lips traced up the insides of my legs. He teased all around my pussy before he ever set his tongue to my pussy lips. When he did go there it was like a switch was flipped as he loved tasting me and lapping at my juices. I moaned my approval as his tongue and lips played at my pussy lips and clit. "Yyyyeeessss... ." I was loving it and starting to relax more. After taking his time down there and kissing every inch of me there, he pulled himself up so that he was on his knees on the middle of the bed. I instinctively sat up and moved to where I could bend to his cock. I gripped him and instantly marveled at his thick and long cock. I had sensed he was young, and for some reason I was even more sure as I had him in my mouth---he was very hard and so so into it. As my tongue licked up and down his shaft, he put his hands in my hair, eventually bringing my face up to kiss me. He kissed me sensously, cupping my face with his hands. He deeply french-kissed me and eased me back onto my back in a very loving and gentle way. For a moment I smelled a very distinctive scent about him that I just couldn't place at first. He kissed at my neck and chest, leaving wet trails down to my breasts and hard pointed nipples. I was very wet and needed him in me. I reached back down and stroked his cock with my hand. With his mouth sucking sweetly on ny nipple, I realized the colonge to be one that was new, I think that my son had tried it. So, it made sense, this was a young guy, too, who had tried the same. My attention was back to the nipples he had sucked so well. He pulled off them and positioned himself between my legs. At long last, I thought. First my husband teases me and works me up only to leave, and now this kid has taken his time getting his cock into my pussy. He took his cock in his hand and worked the head between my lips teasing me, making me somehow even wetter than before. I was ready to fuck and to be fucked. I wanted him to know, too. "I need you to fuck me. Give it to me." I pleaded. He immediately stopped when he heard me, which was the opposite of what I intended. "C'mon," I moved to him and pushed at him,"I need this." I was so ready, so wet, so beyond control. I heard his voice low and eerily familiar, "are you sure you want it?" Then, I knew. I couldn't believe this. My son was between my legs with his cock pressed to my wet and inviting pussy lips. My head was spinning with the thoughts of how he had licked and tasted me, I'd sucked him, and we'd deeply french kissed. Now, he was there. One last thought had entered my mind as he was poised on top of me and at my pussy---he'd stopped at the sound of my voice and revealed his own to me. But he didn't jump off the bed. No, he asked if I was sure. So, I replied the best way I thought I could. I tilted my legs up and back in response, sending him the message he needed. "Give it to me," I blurted. And with that, he pushed forward driving his cock deep inside me and causing me to cry out. When his cock was completely inside me and filled me, he still pushed into me, grinding me and letting me feel his balls against my ass. "Do you like that? Is that what you want?" he implored, no longer worried about his voice. "Yes," I screamed as he stretched me and started fucking me powerfully in long firm strokes. "Fuck me darling," I grunted, urging him on, no longer worried about my voice as well. He moved smoothly and sensuosly over me. He knew just how to vary the strokes and make me squirm. After we had been moving in sync for a while together, he picked up the pace, and I got into it even more, getting very vocal with my moans and grunting. "Yeahhh, you fuck me so good, baby. Give it to me. .... oooohhhh." He got close and was soon pistoning in and out of me, and I brought my legs up higher, open for him. His head jerked back, and now he grunted. "uuuhhhhh ... yyeeeaaaahhhh." He slowed as he shot into me and started rocking against me. I held his ass as he finished in me. "Oh baby, that was fantastic," I told him, stroking his broad shoulders as he rested on top of me. He kissed the side of my face with moist pecks, and I moved my lips to his. I kissed him and he was no longer Brad, my son as a kid, but Brad an adult and a man. Okay, ...and my son. I sensed he felt differently now, too. "That's wild that you were in on this," he said to me as we moved about and got up. "Huh, what are you talking about?" "Well, when Dad set this up, he never let on that it'd be you in here." "Are you kidding? He didn't? You mean, you didn't know?" I was staring at him in disbelief. "No, he told me that he had a friend who was hot, fun and good in bed. We talk sometimes about my wanting to get more experience, and he said he'd try to set me up. Couple days ago, he told me to be here but that his friend would be shy and want to be discreet." "That son-of-a-bitch." I was incensed. "What?" Brad asked. "Son, I didn't know either. I had no idea." "But, Dad left the room. I passed him. You knew that, right? It wasn't him--you knew, right?" Now I was a little taken back. No easy way to explain this. But after intense sex, well why not go here, too. " Well, we'd talked at times about another guy, and ... well," I paused and it started to sink in for him and he smiled a devilsh grin. "He brought me up here tonight, got me going, and sprang it on me in bed right before you came in. Only,I had no idea it was you." We were talking as we dressed, and I openly stared as he stuffed his cock into his boxers, before tugging on his jeans. "So I didn't know and you didn't know," he said. "Well, not until well after you were here." Now, I had the grin. We both hugged tight, and things had forever changed between us. Exactly how we couldn't completely explain, but of course. ... Brad's dad had told him to slip back downstairs, before his friend was back out of bed. Brad was to meet him down in the bar. "Good son, let's go see your dad," I told him, and Brad gave me that look like maybe Brad didn't want to be around when I saw his dad. "C'mon, everything's fine," I assured him. We rode the elevator downstairs, and I actually felt a warmness standing next to Brad. Here I was, till tonight the reserved and shy wife never given to step out-of-bounds, try much new, or really have a wild side. Then, ol'hubby let our imaginations go a bit, and he decides to hatch this trick. Well, what a trick. Maybe it was the buzz from the great sex or maybe just my state of shock altogether, but I felt a certain stride as I walked Brad into the bar from the elevator. Brad's dad was at the end of the bar finishing a gulp of scotch, when we walked up beside him, and he turned and saw us---both of us right before him. The look on his face said, uh oh. Then came the nervous half-smile. Brad beside me probably didn't know what to do. "Look, let me explain," he started. "Oh Bill," I stopped him in a light-hearted tone he never expected, "really, there's no need. Right, son?" And with that I turned to Brad, who turned his face to me. My left hand reached up and I brought Brad's mouth directly to mine, and I proceeded to lay a deep, slow french kiss on Brad, letting it last for a long moment. I worked my tongue around the inside of Brad's mouth good, teasing his tongue with mine, before I let him loose. I looked back at Bill, and his mouth was wide open and trying to find words. "Try not to overdo it before driving home, dear," I told him, "we'd stick around and have a drink, but I got this horse I want to ride some more," and I grabbed Brad's crotch with a squeeze, smilimg a big smile to Bill. I turned Brad toward the door, wrapped my arm around his waist and led us out of the bar. I never looked back but I could feel Bill's eyes still on us as we left. Before we were actually out-of-sight, I draped my hand from Brad's waist down into his back jean's pocket, grabbing a handful of his ass. Brad was speechless. Up in the elevator, Brad finally spoke. "What are we doing?" "Going back up to finish what we started," I watched the crotch of his jeans twitch. "That is, unless you'd rather not." Out of the elevator, we walked down the hall, and I unlocked the door to the room. We stepped inside, and as soon as we were inside, he was still concerned about everything, "What about dad?" I gazed at him thoughtfully for a couple of seconds. Then, I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him. I took my time, undoing his belt and unfastening those jeans. I let the sound of that zipper I was pulling down stay in the air as I peeled back the sides of his jeans showing me close-up those boxers again. He helped with kicking off his shoes. As he peeled off his shirt for me, I saw in the light that stomach and smooth hair I'd only felt earlier tonight. He had a trail of black hair going into his dark red boxers, which were tenting in front, giving away my effects on my young man. I hooked my fingers into the sides of his boxers and started the slow stripping down of them. First, there was the mat of hair being revealed, and next the thick base of his dick which strained against the fabric I was pulling. I moved them some more, until they weren't quite off the end of his penis, and the effect was to bow his meat so that the shaft jutted out and down, with the head still captured just below. I moved my face closer and pulled the boxers on over, causing his thick cock to slap at my face and lips. Wow, I thought, is this my son? Thick and enlarged, his cock angled up, me letting it rub my face as it twitched. I felt warm smooth flesh as it patted my face. Brad moved his hands to his crotch as if to keep his twitching member from hitting my face, but my hands stopped his and held them. Then I put them in my hair, which I could tell by the way he stroked my hair, that he liked my idea. I brought my left hand to massage his balls, and with my right, I worked my hand around the base of his cock. I stuck my wet tongue to the underside of his shaft and started a long, wet lick up him, savoring the smooth hot flesh that was for me. The tip of my tongue lighly played at the crown of his head, and I moved it against the sensitive area underneath his head, hearing him slowly moan his pleasure. I tilted back for a moment of no touching but of my breath on him. My right hand moved a little farther up, and I wrapped my lips onto him. "YYYEEESSS," he urged as I slowly took him on into my mouth and started my up and down stroking of him with my wet lips and mouth. He got into it with a gentle pumping motion between my lips, and I now had my son fucking my mouth. It didn't take long before he seemed ready to erupt. As much as I wanted it, I had something else in mind. I backed his dick from my mouth. "Honey, go get on the bed." (to be continued) Mystery Lover I sense your presence before I see you. I feel your breath before I taste your kiss. My eyes arWoman meets her Mystery Lover.e closed before your lips touch mine. I don't know what you look like. Your lips caress mine gently. There are other people around but you don't care. You tell me to keep my eyes closed and take my hand. Where you are leading me, I don't know. I feel something hard against my back. I hear a door open and you move me sideways. You push on my shoulders and I sit. The door closes, shutting out all the people around. I hear another door open and close again. I feel your hand on mine and I am happy. You tell me not to open my eyes until you say so. We drive someplace mysterious. After a few minutes, the vehicle stops and I hear you get out. My door opens and you take my hand, pulling me out, making sure my eyes are still closed. We go through a door. I hear you talking to someone, then we walk down what I'm guessing is a hallway. I feel you stop so I stop walking. I wait. I hear you unlocking a door and opening it. You take my hand and lead me through the door. You lead me into a room and have me sit down on something soft. I don't know if it's a couch, a chair or a bed because you won't let me open my eyes. I hear the door close and I hear you lock it. I feel you sit beside me and you pull me close to you and kiss me. Your hands are all over my body, pushing my shirt up to expose my breasts clad in a thin lace bra. Your hand goes around my back and you unhook that bra and remove it from me along with my shirt. You say, "Don't open your eyes yet." and I don't. I feel you removing your shirt, then I feel your hands and mouth on my breasts, flicking my nipples and sucking on them gently. I moan softly. I feel you stand up and then you pull me to my feet and slide your hands into the waistband of my shorts and panties, pushing them down to my feet. You kneel and remove my shoes and the shorts and underpants, then you press on my shoulders and I sit again. You press me back onto the piece of furniture that we are on, and you spread my legs slowly, running your hands up my inner thighs. Your fingertips brush the moist lips of my womanhood, which is completely shaved. You slowly press your fingers into me and spread my lips. I feel your hot breath on my wet skin right before your tongue slides over my clit. I gasp and moan softly. Your fingers slide into my wet hole and start moving in and out, in and out, in and out as you continue licking my flesh. You suck on my clit and within seconds, my body reacts and coats your tongue and fingers with my love juice, which you hungrily lick up with your tongue. You slide a finger into my anus after having it in my vagina and start to fuck my ass with your finger as you continue licking and sucking my clit and pussy. Within moments, you feel my body tense and you know that I'm about to cum. You finger me faster and lick faster too, and almost immediately, my fluids leak out and coat your tongue and fingers. You lick them all up, then leave a trail of kisses from my crotch to my chest, where you suck on my nipples again before moving up to kiss me deeply on the mouth, your tongue sliding sensually against mine. I feel the hard tip of your cock pressing against my inner thigh and I part my legs wider for you. You tell me to open my eyes now, and you press the head of your cock against my clit and I moan softly, wanting to feel it deep in my wet pussy. I wiggle my hips a little to the left to get it centered, but you hold back, not pressing it into my wetness even though you know how bad I want it in me. You move a hand down to my pussy and start rubbing my clit again and as I gasp, you quickly slide your cock deep into me with one thrust, as far as it will go. You stop moving for a moment to allow me to get used to the fullness, then after a minute or so, you start moving slowly, in and out of my wet pussy. My legs move up to wrap around your waist and I pull you to me in a tight hug as you thrust your hard shaft in and out, in and out, in and out. You kiss me again and start moving faster and harder. I moan and pant and tell you to go harder and faster and deeper. You do so and soon we both are starting to feel like we're on fire with passion. I feel you throb within me and I moan loudly as my body tightens around your shaft, coaxing forth your orgasm. Moments later, I scream out your name as my own orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through my body. I feel your body tense and then I feel the heat of your cum shooting deep into my pussy as you climax within me. You wrap your arms around me tight and we kiss again, still joined intimately. A few minutes later, you roll onto your side without pulling your cock from my pussy and you pull me tight to you in a tender embrace. I rest my head on your shoulder and cover my mouth to hide a yawn. You kiss me on the forehead and tell me to get some rest because we aren't done with our fun yet, so I fall asleep and regain my energy for round 2. After an hour or so, you wake me up with some tender kisses and a finger stroking me softly on my nipples. I slowly open my eyes and you smile at me. I smile back and then get up to use the bathroom. I get back in bed after that, and you pull me close and I can feel your hard cock against my leg and I smile again. Your hand goes between my legs and you start to stroke my pussy again. When you get me nice and wet, you tell me to get on my hands and knees. You get behind me and tease my pussy with your cock head before pushing it slowly into my wetness. Within seconds, you are fully buried within my hot wet sheath, your hands on my hips holding me tight to your pelvis. You start moving within me slowly, setting a steady rhythm, in out in out in out in out. You move one hand up and take my hair in your fist, pulling back slightly as you move within me. I move my hands up and place them against the wall so I am almost upright instead of on my hands and knees. You continue moving within me and your hands come around to rest on my breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. You squeeze my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers to get them harder. I close my eyes and tip my head back and moan your name softly as you kiss my shoulder and neck. You move your lips up to capture my own in a long deep passionate kiss as you move faster within my wetness. You slide one hand down my chest and belly to my pussy and slip two fingers between my swollen wet lips and begin to caress my clit. Within moments, you feel me tighten around your shaft as my orgasm overtakes me. You support me with your other arm across my chest and I kiss your hand and wrist tenderly. Seconds later, I feel your release deep inside me and I moan loudly with pleasure as the throbbing of your orgasm causes another release of my own climax. You withdraw from my body and pull me down onto the bed, snuggling me tight to your body. You pull my face to yours and kiss me gently then I rest my head on your shoulder as our breathing returns to normal and we relax. You pull a blanket up over us and we fall asleep happy and satisfied until the next time. Hours later, I wake up to find myself alone in the room. I look around, confused. I spy an envelope and a white box on the table in the corner of the room. I get out of bed and open the envelope. There is a letter and some money in it. The letter says," My darling, I had to leave you for now, since my work requires me to be elsewhere. Enclosed you will find money to take a cab home, since I needed the car to get to work. I hope you like what's in the box here on the table. Please wear it for me tonight when I get home from work. I'm so glad we were able to have last night away from home and the kids. I love you baby girl! Love always, your loving husband." I open the box to find a red silk negligee, red thong panties, matching high heeled shoes and a single red long-stemmed rose. I replace the top on the box and sit down, grabbing a tissue to wipe the tears from my eyes, tears of joy and happiness, not sadness. I grab my clothes from the other chair and go into the bathroom, take my shower and get dressed. I call a taxi and go to the front desk of the hotel and check out. I wait in the lobby for the taxi to take me home and think back happily on the previous night which my husband had made so special, like a fantasy come true. How he knew that the hotel room was one of my fantasies, I will never know, but he made me so happy with all the special attention he gave me. The taxi arrived and I went home, the white box under my arm. I did wear the negligee for him that night and it was absolutely perfect in every way imaginable. All in all, it was a perfect night spent in the arms of my "Mystery Lover." Mystery Lover Arielle rushed to bus the table and get all the coffee cups. It was in hour nine of her 12 hour shift and she was sick of the coffee house. She was tired of lame come ons from the college boys, the measly tips, and the unrelieved work. She gave Axel a begging look and he nodded. He'd cover her tables for a break. She slipped out to the back alley, grabbing a Coke on the way. That was the real joke. She spent more than half her waking life in the damn coffeehouse but she hated the stuff. After fifteen minutes, she forced herself to go back in, tossing her empty can in the trash. She gave Axel a mouthed thank you. He smiled at her. 'Damn, if he wasn't gayer than Ru Paul...' she thought with a sigh. She grabbed a towel and headed for her circuit, starting with table seven away from the door. She stopped dead in her tracks. It started with skin-tight black leather pants that showed every sensual curve of a leg, ending in black leather boots with 4" stilleto heels. The pants led up to a trim model. The girl was looking at the coffee list so Valerie risked staring a few moments longer. The girl's hair was short, but sexy, natural black. She wore a sleeveless tee shirt. Valerie realized she was staring at the girl's noticeable breasts when the girl cleared her throat. Her face burning red, Valerie mumbled, "Can I take your order?" The girl was looking up at her with an amused smile. For an instant, Valerie wondered if she'd seen her before. "That depends, are you on the menu?" Valerie stared for a few seconds before laughing slightly. "We're still serving lunch. I'm on the evening menu." "Well, I'll take a plain old cup of joe and come back tonight," replied the woman with a grin. Valerie felt herself grinning back like a schoolgirl and then hustling away to get the coffee. 'What the hell was that?' she demanded of herself. 'A woman? A woman was getting her heart in a flutter and her panties wet? Since when? Does lesbianism just show up? Sure there'd been that girl in college for a wild weekend, but that was the drinking, right?' She was annoyed that the same weak come-on she'd heard from a hundred guys had worked from this woman. She was so flustered that she sent Axel to take the coffee to the woman. She couldn't tell what she would do if she went. The woman drank the cup fairly quickly and was gone. But Valerie was flustered the rest of the day, the faint aroma of leather seeming to linger among all the other strong smells of the coffeehouse. 6pm rolled around and her shift ended, but Valerie didn't leave. She took a table, had a sandwich, and nursed a newspaper for a few hours. "Why don't you go home, girl?" asked Axel as he put on his own coat. "Need a ride?" A voice came from behind him. "No, she's riding with me." Valerie felt her heart swell at the sound of the voice and then seeing her face appear behind Axel. He turned back, gave Valerie a very amused wink and departed. "Ever ride a Harley?" asked the woman, handing Valerie a slim helmet. Valerie took the helmet and looked at her. It had been so long since she'd done something this impulsive, but she wasn't turning back now. "Uh, no," she said, slinging her bag across her chest and shoulder and looking for how to put the helmet on. The woman stepped up and with gentle hands turned the helmet right-way round and buckled it on her head. "Well, then, you'll just have to hold me tight." .-. The distinctive roar of the Harley was like thunder and its vibration between her legs was a pleasurable lightning. Valerie pressed herself against the woman's back, breathing in the aroma of her leather jacket as the motorcycle moved in motion. After some gentle correction, they were riding like one person, joined in a way and Valerie shuddered at how happy it made her feel. She didn't know where they were going, but she wanted to be nowhere else in the world. They went on to the highway, heading up the California coast, speeding through the night. Valerie's arms were held around the woman's middle, but she thrilled to feel the bottom of the woman's breasts stroking her as she moved her arms up. It might have been midnight when the cycle finally slowed and pulled into the driveway of a gorgeous seaside home. Valerie was amazed at it, like something out of MTV Cribs. They walked inside and took off their helmets. The house was empty of furniture, only its elegant walls and dozens of pieces of sculpture gave it definition. The woman led them on to the deck over looking the ocean. The land breeze was strong, but they could smell the sea and feel its freshness. The woman turned away from the ocean and toward Valerie. She didn't speak, but lifted her hands to Valerie's cheeks, held them softly and kissed her. Instantly, the motorcycle, the sea, the rich, empty house were gone and Valerie's world became the kiss. The smells were gone but for the woman's scent, her perfume and skin. Heat or cool was gone but for the sexual fire glowing from her. Valerie kissed her back. The gentle explorations were passing, a deeper passion, and more powerful need taking command of both of them. The woman shrugged off her leather jacket to the floor, leaving her in her tee shirt, pants and boots. Breaking the kisses as little as possible, Valerie dropped her bag and pulled off her own jacket. She hurriedly began unbuttoning her shirt and soon another pair of hands helped her. Things slowed as her lover drew Valerie's shirt off and then removed her bra. The kisses stopped, or rather moved, as the woman's mouth moved to Valerie's neck, her jaw, the hollow under her throat, the skin of her chest, gently drawing toward her breasts Her nipples were already erect, almost painfully and she drew her breath in sharp when the woman's lips caressed them. Never had any man touched her this way, caressed her with such grace, taken her with such gentleness. She looked down and watched those lips kissing and then suckling her nipples as the woman's hands cradled her lower back. "More," hissed Valerie in crying need. "Now..." With that, the woman took her hand and led her back into the house. They walked through the bare rooms, the woman's boots tapping across the floor. They entered a room that had a mattress on the floor. The woman took the time to light some candles rather than turning on the electric light. Valerie sat on the mattress and watched her lover pull her tee shirt up over her head. Her breasts were large and perfect. She walked up to Valerie, pushing her back to straddle her waist on the bed. Leaning over, she guided her breast to Valerie's lips. She hadn't kissed a woman's breast since she'd been an infant, but it was like she'd been waiting to do so forever. She teased the nipple and then kissed all over the full curve of each breast. The woman urged her nipples into Valerie's mouth, moaning softly as Valerie sucked her. Valerie's hands rested on the woman's hips, stroking her skin-tight leather pants. The woman reached down and unsnapped her pants and together they slowly drew them down her body, revealing a skin glowing in the candlelight. Valerie saw the whisper of a black thong left over after the pants and boots were gone. Next, Valerie's own shoes and jeans became debris by the bed. Clad only in panties, they renewed their embrace, bodies pressed tightly together... Valerie became overwhelmed by the sensations of their soft skin against each other. She found herself pulling the woman tightly against her, trying to be as close to her as she could. Their kisses became fierce and she felt the woman's pussy pushing against her own, the thin material of their panties not much of a barrier to their heat and wetness. The woman drew back a little, breathing hard and looking into Valerie's eyes as her hand slipped down. Her fingers traced the waistband of Valerie's panties making Valerie's skin tremble in excitement. When the fingers slipped under the material and began to push through Valerie's soft curls, Valerie closed her eyes and moaned. She felt her lover's lips against her neck, kissing, and sucking her skin. The fingers slipped down further until they parted Valerie's labia and slid along the slick, swollen skin. "Inside..." begged Valerie and her lover complied, curling two fingers and pushing them into Valerie's pussy. The feel of being penetrated brought another gasp from Valerie. She was already so close to her orgasm, but she didn't want to cum yet. She didn't want this dream to end too soon. Her lover swirled her thumb around Valerie's clitoris. "No... not yet..." panted valerie, pushing the woman on her back and letting her hand slip out of Valerie's panties. The woman gave her a surprised, but pleased smile as she laid back, submissive to valerie's intentions. Valerie gazed down at the gorgeous body of the woman, her full breasts, soft skin, toned muscles. Selfishly, she ran her hands over the body, enjoying its curves and softness. She held the woman's breasts and played with her nipples. The woman closed her eyes, smiling and accepting Valerie's pace. Although she couldn't get her fill of her lover's breasts, Valerie moved from them, caressing her lover's face, shoulders, arms, belly, hips... Valerie slid down until she could peel off the woman's panties. For a moment, she let the panties move by her face, trembling at the pungent smell of her excitement. Gazing down at the soft triangle of blonde hair, Valerie knew what she wanted to do. She slid down further and lay between her lover's legs, spreading to accomodate her. She slid her hands under the woman's gorgeous ass and moved forward. Her lips sizzled as they teased and kissed a woman's pussy for the first time. Her tongue slid out and she tasted another's arousal. And she loved it. "Oh goddess, yes, there," moaned the woman softly as Valerie got more eager in her inexperienced licking. A moment later, the woman was practically dragging Valerie on top of her, but facing the opposite way. Valerie felt her panties being yanked down around her thighs and then a mouth was tasting and pleasing her own pussy. They curled against each other, lapping and kissing with rising levels of passion and pleasure. As much as Valerie wanted to continue forever, she was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure and she came... she gripped her lover's body as her own clenched and released again and again. Almost weeping with joy and pleasure, she quickly resumed adoring her lover's sex and within a minute, she was rewarded with moisture and shuddering. "I'm cumming..." sighed the woman, clutching Valerie to her... The night continued, gentle and rough, but always with passion as they took turns pleasuring each other into exhaustion... Valerie awoke with sunlight streaming into the room. There was no sign of her lover except for a note by the bed. It was a piece of paper wrapped around two $100 bills. On the outside was a cellphone number. She opened the note. "You will never know how much I needed your love and passion last night. Take this for the cab home, I had to leave early to get to the set. Call me. Charlize." Mystery Lover I talked to some guy on craigslist. We made an arrangement that I would get a hotel room, put a blindfold on. I would leave the door open and get on my knees in the middle of the room. He said he would be there at exactly 10:30 pm. I was nervous as hell. Who knows who this guy is that will hopefully be fucking my face soon? Who knows what he looks like? He could look like a gremlin for all I know. Yet, I was more excited and thrilled then I ever have been in my life. I was on my knees and couldn't see anything. I made sure not to see anything, so that my sense of touch and taste were higher. I thought to myself "I wonder if he will even show up?" Just as I questioned his arrival, I heard the door creek open, shut, and lock. "He's here! This is actually gonna happen!" I thought more excited and nervous than I have ever been in my life. I could feel his presence as he walked up to me while I was on my knees. My dick had became instantly hard in my pants. It pushed against them, throbbing with my racing heart. I heard him unbuckle his belt. *clink clink* I opened my mouth quickly, waiting for him to fill it. His pants dropped, and I could immediately smell his wonderful manly scent of his balls. My mouth was watering more then when I'm at a restaurant waiting for a $20 stake. I stuck my tongue out, as to make it as a desperate offering for his cock. I suddenly felt his smooth cock rub against my tongue. I could taste his soft, smooth man meat. He continued rubbing his cock on my tongue and and around my mouth. He slapped it on my tongue and mouth, as I moaned like a slut. I was so hard that I was bursting out my pants. I unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down, taking my underwear with them. My cock had shot out like a rocket, rock hard. My hands then moved back, holding my ass cheeks as he pushed his head into my mouth. My tongue massaged the bottom of his head as my lips wrap around his hot, now hard cock. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my wet mouth. As it hit the back of my throat, I tried to relax my throat muscles to allow him to fully penetrate my warm throat. He pulled it back slightly, and begun to hump my mouth. I moan like his little cum slut. I reached up and grabbed his balls. They were slightly hairy, but that didn't bother me one bit. I cupped and played with his balls as he continued to fuck my face gently and slowly. I could feel every inch of his throbbing shaft move through my mouth and over my tongue. My mouth was watering like crazy, and my spit was dripped down to his balls. I grabbed his cock and pulled it out my mouth. I held it up and stroked it as I moved my mouth down to pleasure his balls. All I could think of was their delicious cum which would soon fill my mouth. I licked and kissed them with more passion then I've ever had for anything. He moaned while I engulf his nuts with my soft, warm mouth. I sucked them in, one by one. I licked them completely over, over and over again. Making sure to give every last inch of his sack attention before my tongue found it's way up and down the bottom side of his cock. His hands ran through my hair and he moaned with pleasure as I licked and kissed the underside of his penis. I then put him back in my mouth. I had put only the head in and licked it all around. I could feel his cock as it twitched in my mouth with every lick. I started to bob my head on his cock while I stroked him with both hands. I was desperately trying to milk his cum out of his delicious ball. He kept moaning loader and louder as I sucked him faster and faster. He put force on the back of my head, pushing his cock deeper into my now stretched throat. I reached down with my hands and grabbed my cock. It was rock hard, throbbing, and on the verge of exploding. He continued to pump my mouth with more and more force every time. My moaning got loader the harder and faster he went, knowing soon I would taste his delicious seed. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed his whole cock deep into my throat. I was barely able to push my tongue out to lick his balls as he held my head there. He let go and I pulled back. I took a few deep breaths and shoved his dripping wet cock into my mouth. I sucked and stroked him, my hand twisted on his lower shaft as my mouth ran up and down on his upper shaft and head. He moaned loader and louder, as did I. He pulled his cock out and stroked it. I opened my mouth waiting for him to dump his load in it. My heart racing, so excited to taste his seed and give him the orgasm I had been working so hard to give him. He shoved his cock back into my mouth, and stroked it. I sucked as hard as I could, trying to suck all of his cum deep from his balls. He let out a load grunt and his cock exploded in my mouth. It pulsed shot after shot of what seemed like an endless load of cum. I moaned like his little cum slut as he filled my mouth. His thick load filled my mouth to the point that I couldn't hold it anymore. It dripped out the sides of my mouth, and around his pulsing cock. After his cock stopped twitching, he pulled it out my mouth. I leave my mouth open to show him my mouthful of his delicious cum and use my finger to pull the cum the dripped out into my mouth. I closed my mouth and swallowed it in one big gulp. I grabbed his softening cock and sucked of the remaining cum on it and the last bit out of it. I licked and kissed him from his balls to his head until he was completely soft. He pulled back and I could hear him pull up his pants. I stayed on my knees and stroked my cock until I heard him leave the room. I laid back and stoked my cock until I came all over my stomach. It was almost as big of a load as his. I laid there I a state of bliss and slept on that ground, with the cum still on my stomach until the morning. This will happen again soon :)