0 comments/ 102110 views/ 6 favorites A Proposal By: janandjustin Chapter 4: A Proposal This is the continuation of a true story of my wife, Jan, and my relationship and how we got caught-up in a sexual role play situation. We started out with Jan playing the part of a hooker and me playing the part of a john. She was however picked up by one of the management personnel at her place of employment and this led to her becoming his escort and having sex with him for money. She finally ended up spending the night in bed with him and this is where we stopped the last installment due to its length and the turning point that this was in our sex lives. Jan and I were laying in bed, she was clad in only a lacy blue bra, which she had unclasped and was laying opened at the sides of her pert breasts, and a matching lacy blue g-string, that was soaking wet with the results of her coupling with Mr. Chuck Hassek, a vice president of the company she worked for as a secretary. The g-string had been pulled off to the side of her pussy by me and I was busy kissing and licking her puffy, and used, pink-lipped pussy. Jan was lying with her tanned thighs spread apart on our bed and was relating to me the events of the evening in her new role as escort. I had listened patiently for her to tell her story but my lust and jealousy had grown and I was now urging her to tell me more about the hot sex she had just had with her john. “Chuck and I were cuddling in bed, face-to-face, looking into each others eyes, and he was softly kissing my neck and stroking my hair and my breasts. He would pinch and tease my nipples a bit and then run his finger slowly around the pebbly tip. I was starting to feel myself becoming aroused again from his touch. I had my fingernails lightly scratching his chest and his man-nipples, which were erect from my touches. He and I were talking softly and I was feeling warm and relaxed. “So Jan, have you thought about making this real?” Chuck asked in a low deep voice as he ran a finger up my neck, his eyes locked onto mine. “Making what real Chuck?” I replied with a question. I wondered where this conversation was going. Chuck’s finger now slid around my chin and under my bottom lip. “Becoming an escort. Being a real prostitute. You would be very good and Justin would like it, I know.” I was surprised by his words and I waited a few seconds before I responded. My fingers had stopped their movements on Chuck’s chest. “And just how would I do this?” I asked in a teasing manner as I wondered if this was a form of verbal foreplay for Chuck. “There are two ways I have in mind. I know a woman who operates a small exclusive escort service and I know she would love to hire you. It would be a lot safer than playing as a street whore and I’m sure Justin would approve.” He spoke these words with sincerity and it shocked me. “I don’t know Chuck. This is fun with you only you. You mentioned another way?” I was intrigued by his line of thought and was feeling a little more stimulated by his suggestion and thought, why not play along. “You could work for me. I know some men who would pay top dollar for a roll in the sack with you. I would set it up and you could make 5 or 6 hundred a night. Real high-class action only.” He replied his fingers now pinching my nipples gently. “That sounds really exciting Chuck and I think I should be flattered but I don’t want to be an escort. I only want you for a client and that alone turns Justin and me on.” I answered thinking that it might be fun to try it sometime. “Really Jan, this could be a great opportunity to sleep with some powerful men. You could try it a few times and see what you think.” Chuck was now pinching and turning my nipples and I was becoming more playful due to his touches. “No Chuck, I don’t want to sleep with some powerful men. Justin and you are just fine for me. Umm… that sure feels nice when you do that.” I turned down that offer but was thinking that his fingers were making an offer of a different nature. “I am glad you like this. Why don’t you clean me up right now?” Chuck asked as he sort of glanced downward towards his groin area. “I had that in mind too; let me go get a warm washcloth.” I responded as I attempted to pull away. “No, with your mouth.” He ordered as he locked a stare right into my soul. I slowly uncoupled from him and slid downward on the bed until I was directly examining his penis. It appeared to be slumbering against his thigh, softly drawn-up into itself. It appeared to be sugar-glazed as it was coated with whitish mixture of his sperm and my juices. They had dried all over his cock and his balls. I hesitated for just an instant and then I opened my mouth and let my tongue slip from it. I began by licking the head of his deflated manhood with my tongue. He tasted musky. The texture was rough at first from the dried coating but the saliva from my tongue softened the coating and I tasted the results of our coupling. I licked the head all around and then opened my mouth to take his still flaccid shaft into it. I sucked and licked his cock. My mouth watered from the taste and the nature of this act. I was not only playing the part of a whore, I felt like one too. Lapping up my juices and cleaning the spent cock of my customer. “Jan that is so nice, your mouth is so warm and soft.” Chuck mumbled as I felt his hands stroking my hair in a gesture of closeness. I nestled down into his pubic hair, his entire cock in my mouth, my tongue licking and flicking the sleeping serpent. I pulled his cock from my mouth and licked downward to his balls. They appeared to have almost a ring of crusted matter on them. It felt lumpy and crusty as my tongue softened it and then licked it up. “I was hoping that you would accept my offer to be an escort. I thought that you would want to play the role of escort for a while. I just figured that if you asked Justin that he would encourage you to try it. He would really be excited about you doing this with other men.” Chuck spoke as I cleaned his cock. “I’ll bet that Justin will want to get down and lick your slutty pussy when you get home won’t he? Eat all of my cum from your nasty hole.” Chuck’s cock began to stir as he spoke and I could feel little movements against my face as I tongued his balls. “I know he sniffs and licks your panties after you date other men doesn’t he? Have you ever caught him sniffing your soiled panties?” Chuck’s voice became huskier as he spoke these words or so it appeared from my vantage point under his balls. “Jan, lick all the way to my asshole.” Chuck ordered as he spread his legs and I moved to area below his balls but not to his ass. The hair that was between his legs was matted with the dried mixture of our two bodies. I licked at it and sucked some of it into my mouth. I was feeling very nasty and dirty as I continued to lick and clean him. I was feeling demeaned and I wanted to get up and shower. I wanted to wash the filth from my face and hair. I slowly continued my oral ministrations on my first john. I was thinking about how this must look to Chuck. He was really getting his money’s worth from me now. I licked lower but avoided any contact with his anal pore. Chuck seemed to notice this because he called it to my attention. “Jan, clean-up my asshole too. Lick it all clean.” Chuck commanded his whore. I tentatively licked at the brown, hair fringed anal opening. I was disgusted and I pulled myself up and slipped my mouth over Chuck’s cock which appeared to have gotten firmer over the last few minutes. I began to blow Chuck’s cock. “Um…that is so nice my whore. You seemed to have missed tossing my salad, but I don’t mind, this time.” He chuckled as I felt him grow harder against my tongue. Chuck reached down under my arms with his two hands and pulled me upwards until I was again facing him and we were looking into one another’s eyes. He appeared to enjoy the look of smeared lipstick and submission that I knew was all over my face. He kissed my lips gently and I knew he tasted us in my mouth. “Jan, I have another proposal for you that I feel is one you might accept but first, I want you to know that I am glad that you turned down my offer to work as an escort. It would have been nice and it would have worked out very well for all of us but because you turned it down, it makes this offer possible.” I had no idea what Chuck had in mind and I reached down and began stroking his cock. “Jan, as I said before, I know that Justin is a boy that appreciates the scent of your soiled panties. I’ll bet he has jacked-off with many pairs of them. I also know how great your pussy smells so I don’t blame him.” “I don’t think so Chuck. Justin has never sniffed my undies.” I answered as his cock twitched and grew in my hand. “How do you know that Jan? Have you ever asked him? I’ll bet you that if you try you can watch him sniff and lick the crotch of your panties.” Chuck boasted as he began to palm my breasts. I was again feeling horny and I felt my already wet pussy moisten further. “No I have never asked him. That is disgusting. Justin can sniff and lick the real thing anytime he wants to.” I replied anger rising in my voice. “I seemed to have touched a nerve, Jan. Now here is my proposition for you.” Chuck smiled and looked deeply into my eyes again. His hand movements had increased to a milking motion on my boobs. I looked deeply into his eyes and sighed heavily from the electric feelings cursing through my breasts every time he pulled them towards him. He appeared to be not just milking them but kneading them like bread dough. “I no longer want you to be my whore, my escort. I want you to agree to be my mistress. Now before you say anything, just hear me out.” Chuck’s words almost slapped me due to the nature of the discussion. “Chuck, I am happily married to Justin and I love him very much. I could never even consider leaving him.” I explained as I felt my nipples bulge outward as Chuck kept milking my boobs. “No Jan. I know you are happily married and I know that you love Justin very much. That is why I made this offer. I don’t want you to leave him and I don’t want you to love me. This is another business relationship between the two of us and I am absolutely sure Justin will jump at the chance for you to be my mistress.” Chuck was still looking deeply into my eyes and he was continuing to stimulate me. I was panting as he spoke to me. “Here is the arrangement. You and I will get together just like we did this Wednesday night but we will also get together every other weekend, and also at least a couple of vacations a year. You will be my companion and mistress on a part-time basis. I will pay you 500 dollars a week and buy you nice clothes and gifts. I will take you on my boat and trips to exciting places.” “But Chuck…” I interrupted and I also was starting to pump his now fully erect cock. “Please Jan, let me finish. You and I will no longer be whore and customer but mistress and boyfriend. We will be in an entirely different relationship. I will treat you like a queen and you will travel with me, go places on my arm and of course we will continue to fuck and suck as much as possible.” Chuck finished his proposal and smiled at me. I didn’t know what to think initially so I quietly played with his manhood. “Chuck, that sounds great, I mean I am flattered but I would have to ask Justin. I am not sure. I need to think it over.” I answered. Chuck smiled a broad smile and then said. “Jan here is a little wager. I’ll bet you that Justin will want to eat your pussy when he hears that it is filled with my spunk. But here is the wager. If Justin sniffs and licks the crotch of your little g-string there, then you have to spend this weekend with me on my boat at Saugatuck starting Friday evening, if not then you guys just plain sit down and make your decision.” Chuck now had my attention; he also had both of my nipples in his finger tips and was pinching them and twisting them harder than he had before. I liked the way it caused my nipples to burn and ache. “Okay, Chuck, I’ll take your wager.” I grinned back at him and ran my fingers of my right hand over the head of his cock which was now lubricated by his pre-cum that had oozed from the little slit on the top of it. Chuck continued to pinch and twist my nipples and this eventually caused me to cry out from the pain. He smirked and backed off a little from the pressure level that had hurt me. I tried to pull back but he held by my nipples. Chuck then told me that he wanted to fuck me doggie style and he had me kneel at the top of the bed with my hands on the top of the headboard of the bed. I complied and he came around behind me to begin his coupling. “This is how the stud dog mounts the bitch in heat. Are you my little bitch in heat Jan?” Chuck asked as his cock nuzzled at the entrance to my pussy. I felt his cock prodding at the lips of my cunt and I spread my kneeling thighs further apart to accept his big cock. “Mount this bitch. I am your bitch in heat, my stud dog. Fuck your bitch hard!” I exclaimed as his cock found its target. Chuck’s hard cock slipped easily into my very wet and very ready pussy. It slid almost entirely into me on his first stroke. I held on tightly to the headboard and wiggled my ass backwards to assist Chuck’s complete entry into my pussy. He thrust his hips hard and his thighs slapped against my buns, he was in me completely. “Oh my big dog, fuck me hard. God that feels so great!” I exclaimed as he began humping me. Chuck began a hard pumping motion while his hands gripped my hips roughly. He stuffed his cock into me with hard strokes. He would pull his cock out of me until only the tip remained inside of my pussy lips then he would grab on to me quite roughly and slam his cock all the way back inside. It felt wonderful and I was falling into his rhythm. I squeezed my pussy down onto his cock with every stroke. I moaned and sighed; calling Chuck’s name every time I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Chuck stopped stroking and withdrew almost the entire length of his cock from my love tunnel. “Okay bitch, you do the work now.” He ordered. Chuck held his cock at the entrance to my pussy and made me push myself back onto his hardness. I would slide him completely into me then I would pull myself back off from him. I was doing all the work of stroking his cock with my pussy. On every stroke I would squeeze and milk his cock for him. He was grunting and huffing from my efforts and I knew he couldn’t last much longer. I also knew that I only needed a few more of his strokes and I would be enjoying my pleasure. Chuck leaned over on to my back with his body on my next backwards stroke. His arms reached around until his hands found my breasts. His fingers found their target; my nipples, and he started pinching and rolling them. He began humping very deliberately into my quivering pussy. I was wide open to his cock and I could feel the ridge along the top of it. It felt so wonderful and so filling. I started to cum; he heard my squeals and pinched both of my nipples harder. I arched my back and with one final thrust he buried his cock in me and held on tightly as I thrashed about underneath him. He was unmerciful with his pinches and I opened my mouth and loudly wailed as my orgasm washed completely over me. I squealed, I screamed and I came completely. Chuck’s cock was spasming into me as he came and spewed his seed deep into my belly. I wanted this feeling to continue on and on as I had a series of small orgasm from his cock. Finally, we collapsed onto the bed. Chuck holding tightly onto my nipples with his fingers, his teeth buried in the nape of my neck, and his cock lolling around in the wetness that we had created. My pussy felt like a swamp as we jerked and sighed together. We must have drifted off into a post-coital slumber because we both awoke with a start as the clock radio beside the bed began playing music. I glanced at the illuminated numbers on its face, 1:30. Chuck stirred and snuggled closer to me. He was behind me, holding me in a spoon position, his spent manhood lying in slumber between my buns. It felt wonderful and I was wishing that the moment wouldn’t end. “Clean me up Jan and then we should head on home.” Chuck suggested as he unwrapped his arms from my body. I began to slide down his body to take his used and sticky member into my mouth when he stopped me. “No honey, how about a warm washcloth this time, and bring two, so I can wash you too.” He corrected me with a tenderness I had not expected from him. I got out of the big king-sized bed and went into the bathroom. The vision in the wall- size mirror scared me. I looked a sight. My hair was tangled and tossed; I looked like I had been through a storm. My makeup especially around my eyes was smeared and messy. I looked horrible. I sat on the toilet and felt the spent remains of Chuck’s cum drip from my contented pussy. I spread my self wide so that as much as possible could run from inside of me. I knew there would be plenty there for Justin’s creampie that he would be home waiting for me to bring to him. My body appeared well worn and bruised from our animal-like sexual activities. I brushed my hair, washed my face and reapplied a bit of makeup. A quick spray of cologne and I walked out to Chuck’s slumbering body lying underneath the covers of the bed. I gently touched his shoulder and quietly whispered to him; so as not to startle my sleeping lover. “Chuck, Chuck sweetie. Here let me wash you up.” I called as I slipped into bed beside him. Chuck stirred awake and I began gentle cleaning his totally spent cock and balls that were coated in a drying film testifying to our recent actions. The cock that had once pleasured me looked again like a slumbering serpent as I finished cleaning and examining it. I lay back so that Chuck could cleanse my pussy that he was now closely examining. “No, Jan, it would be best if you left your slut cunt filled with my cum so that Justin can clean you properly with his tongue.” Chuck said as he began to search for my panties. “You should probably put these on soon so that Justin won’t lose any of the creamy treat that I left inside you.” He recommended as he twirled my g-string on his fingers with a sly smile. We both slowly dressed between kisses and hugs. Chuck seemed to take great pleasure in watching me dress and putting myself into order. He also liked to play his fingers over my thighs and buns as I stood arranging my clothing into a presentable state. I helped him pull his boxers on and kissed the tip of his cock just before I hid it with his underwear. After we were finished dressing we stood in a tight embrace at the entry to the hotel room. We kissed and our tongues entwined once again. Chuck could not keep his hands off from my butt and I feared that we would soon be tugging our clothes off from one another again. “Here Jan is another hundred dollars. You were great and I thoroughly enjoyed myself with you my whore.” Chuck said with as he handed me the money. I immediately felt cheap and trashy. He never failed to make me feel like a slut. I took the money and put it with the rest of the cash he had given me into my purse. “Thanks Chuck, the pleasure was all mine.” I replied trying to manage as genuine of a smile as I could through my humiliation. “About my offer, think about it seriously. It will be entirely different with us, trust me.” Chuck directed as he attempted to make me feel better about myself, at least I thought so. “Why don’t you leave your soiled panties lying around where Justin can find them and you can watch him fondle and smell them, you will see that I am right?” He teased as he opened the door to the room and we walked into the softly lit hallway. We walked arm and arm to the elevator. Chuck kept his arm firmly around my waist and held me close to him. In the elevator he kissed me and caressed my butt underneath my dress. Chuck appeared to enjoy feeling my body with his fingers. Just before the door opened he cupped my mound through my panties and squeezed. I could feel myself becoming aroused again. A Proposal Chuck walked me to my car and told me he would see me at work tomorrow. We kissed and I got in and began my drive home to my husband. I knew that there would be time to make a decision but I already had my mind made up. I reflected on how I felt about the night as I drove home in silence. Jan got home a little after 2:20. I knew this because I had a very fitful sleep and I awoke to any sound that I thought might be her coming home from her date. I heard her open the door and come into our apartment. She finally made it into the bedroom where she got into bed and began telling me this tale. I was so excited, so thrilled by her story and how she looked that my heart was beating through my chest. I honestly had difficult time breathing from the sexual tension and lust that her story gave me. Her breasts appeared bruised and had love bites and pinch marks on them from Chuck’s rough treatment of her. Her pussy looked so lovely in its used and well ridden condition. Her lips gapped open and Chuck’s cum ran in small rivulets down her thighs and to her ass. She looked like she had been well fucked by him and I could not wait to taste her. I laid her down and spread her thighs. I began licking and sucking on her puffy pussy lips. I loved the taste of her pussy and especially the musky tanginess of Chuck’s cum that I dug out of her pussy with my tongue. I rolled my face around in between her thighs and I felt the stickiness cling to my face. I was in heaven. After I had sucked and licked as much cum as I could from Jan’s nasty used cunt I asked if I could have sloppy seconds. “God Jan, I love you so much. You are the best wife in the world. Did you have fun? Was the sex great? Can I have sloppy seconds?” I begged for an answer. “It was wonderful, I came so many times. He fucked me twice with his big cock. No you can’t have sloppy seconds; you may have sloppy thirds my honey.” She replied with a sigh. I climbed on top of her and my cock slid right into her sloppy swamp of a cunt. In fact I wasn’t sure I was in because I felt no friction at all. She even asked me if I was in yet even though I was buried to the balls inside of her pussy. My cock felt like it was in warm butter. The feeling was so great; so warm and wonderful. I tried fucking her with my usual motion but I felt no friction and no resistance from her well-worm pussy. No matter what I tried I could not get enough traction on my cock to stimulate it to cum. “Tell me again about how he made you clean his cock of your juices?” I asked Jan in an attempt to stimulate myself enough to get off. “In a very commanding and demeaning voice, Chuck ordered me to suck my juices and his sperm from his cock…” With just that little bit of talk I came hard. The entire evening’s pent up sexual energy forced me to shoot off immediately into Jan’s pussy. It felt so wonderful, so great, and then I drifted off to sleep. The alarm went off at 6:30 and I felt Jan drag her nearly comatose form from the bed. I immediately thought of the used and crusty panties that she had worn home from her night out with her client, Chuck. I wondered how they would feel and smell, steeped with her dried sex juices. I crept from the bed and looked around on the floor for her soiled undies. No luck. I quietly crept into the bathroom and looked on the tiled floor; nothing. Ah, the hamper by the door. With a stealth-like movement I slowly opened the lid to the white wicker container. There on the very top of the pile were her g-string panties. I grabbed them and noticed the harshness of the material. I held the tiny prize in my hand and looked over to Jan in the shower. She could not see me as I could barely make out her form through the steamy glass. I opened the panties and examined the crotch. It was literally a mass of crusty white material. It felt moist to the touch. I pulled them to my face and over my nose. I inhaled deeply. The aroma was intoxicating. They smelled of Jan and her pussy. I felt myself immediately become hard. I envisioned Chuck’s hard cock buried in her tiny pussy and I sniffed again. I thought I detected a movement in the shower so I stuffed the panties in my hand and snuck back to bed to be alone with this treasure. Jan turned off the water and came out of the shower just as I came in my hand. I had her panties over my face and I was licking and sucking the dried matter from the lacy material. I cleaned my cum from my cock and got myself dressed. I prepared breakfast as Jan dressed for work. She came out into the small breakfast nook area and I noticed that though she appeared tired she looked radiant. I truly love this woman, I thought, as she sat down and picked up her coffee cup with her small and delicate hand. She looked up and me and smiled. “I love you Justin.” She softly said to me as she smiled into my face. “I love you too Jan, forever.” I replied with the largest smile I could possibly make with my mouth. “Chuck had an interesting wager with me last night, want to hear it?” “Sure, what was your wager?” I grinned hoping that it would be something sexual. I felt a tingle in my groan as I waited for her response. “Chuck bet me that you would eat his cum from my well-used pussy last night.” She answered while gazing at me with a smirk on her lovely lips. “Okay, but he knew I ate your pussy before didn’t he?” I retorted a little disappointed by the wager. “Yes but that wasn’t our bet. He bet me that you would sniff and lick my dirty panties from last night and I saw you doing that as you played with yourself in bed while I was showering.” She admitted with a grin. She looked so lovely I just had to stare at her. “Yeah, maybe I sniffed and licked your panties; they smelled so wonderful filled with the scent of your drippy pussy.” I admitted somewhat sheepishly. “So what was the bet?” “Chuck bet me that you would do that and if you did I would have to spend the weekend with him on his boat. Looks like Chuck won!” She exclaimed. “Not a bad bet I would have to say, we all won!” And with that we both started laughing. A Proposal Between Friends Kim looked into his face and tried not to fidget. It was beyond embarrassing and she didn't want to seem as nervous as she was. What she was proposing was about as indecent as it could get. And if he were to refuse her request, or worse, if he were to laugh... let's just say that she was hoping for a far more favorable response. "Are you serious?" he asked. Unable to judge if he was serious or not; Kim decided to collect that of her pride that was still intact and play off her suggestion. "No, I'm just kidding! Come on, like you'd ever go for that anyway. I know you're not that kind of guy, Thomas." She hoped that he was buying her overly cavalier attitude. "Okay, first off: every guy is that kind of guy. I mean, come on. But you shouldn't joke like that with people. What if I thought you were serious?" "Well, I guess it's a pretty fucked up way to play with somebody..." "Uh, yeah. What made you say that anyway?" he asked. She toyed with the bracelet on her wrist while trying to think of something, anything to say to deflect suspicion. "I said I was just kidding. What's with the third degree? Did I hit a nerve or something?" she returned. "I didn't think you were so dedicated to practical jokes. I mean, you brought me all the way here, to an empty classroom, with no one else here to play a prank on me?" Even Kim realized just how implausible the whole thing was. She was about to try and talk her way out of the whole situation, but he cut her off. "Almost a year, huh?" "What?" "Since you've had sex? You told me the other day. You want to fuck?" he asked calmly. Kim glanced around before trying to meet his gaze, and failing. What was she so nervous about? She wasn't nervous as she fantasized about him. Seeing his hands in her minds eye, massaging her breasts. Gently twisting her nipples, before placing a single kiss on her neck and letting his hands venture lower. She looked at him with determination. "Yes." "I'm with someone, right now." "I know. I'm not looking for another boyfriend. I'm just looking for some no-strings-attached sex. I'm sorry for even asking. I know it's not right. Besides..." "Besides what?" "You're one of my brothers' friends. You're one of mine, too. I don't want to risk another friendship because I want to get laid. Please, just forget I said anything." She turned and made for the door, but Thomas was too quick for her and caught her arm. He pulled her away from the door. She didn't struggle but did manage to look guilty. "No strings attached? No relationship? Just sex? Can you even handle that?" he asked. "I don't want a relationship. I want sex. I feel bad just admitting that." "Come here on Friday. I'll pick you up at two," he said. "Two?!" "Unless you have to work. Friday is my only day off this week." "No, I'm off too." "No, you're not. But by the time I'm done, you will be." Kim still couldn't believe it as she sat in the bathtub in his apartment. She was going to have sex after a year long lack. And she was going to have it with a man that admitted that he was a sexual deviant. He'd encouraged her to take her time in the tub. He had a paper to finish. She kind of wanted to get it over with, but she knew it was her nerves talking. Taking a deep breath, she tried again to relax. The hot water was helping, but she was still tense. Thomas knocked on the door and asked if he could come in. She was about to refuse, but decided that he'd be seeing all of her shortly. "Sure. What's up?" she asked. He was wearing a pair of faded boxers, his light brown skin still a little shiny with the lotion he'd rubbed in earlier. He kneeled by the tub and reached in to run his hand along her thigh. She stiffened and allowed the touch. He chuckled as he fished around for the bath cloth. "I hope you're not scared." He was looking in the tub at her as he said that. With the cloth in hand, he gently set to work on her breasts. "'m not scared." "Liar. You're shaking. The water is still hot. We don't have to do this, if you don't want to. You can get dressed and I can take you home, if you want." "No! I don't want to go." "Fine. Try to relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Not on purpose, anyway." He dropped the cloth and reached for the soap. She looked at him curiously, and a bit disappointed to have his hands leave her chest. He just smiled and placed his lathered hands back onto her. She groaned as she felt his fingers close possessively around each breast. "Nice," he said quietly. She shook her head and looked away. They weren't nice, not by her standards anyway. "Could you stop that? Take the freaking compliment, okay. It won't kill you." "Sorry. I just...sorry..." "Geeze, you've been fucked up alright. Lean forward; I'll wash your back." He dutifully scrubbed and rinsed her back, marveling at how soft her skin was. Once finished he ran a hand down her cheek and leaned in to brush his lips across hers. Unaware that it was coming, she tried to speak just as his mouth pressed over hers. He was getting a little annoyed with her until he decided to slip his tongue into her mouth. "Is she this soft all over?" he thought. "Seriously, are you okay?" he asked aloud. "Um, no..." "You're not doing anything." "Okay. I was hoping you could tell me what to do. I don't know what you're expecting or if I'd even do anything right." "But, you're not a virgin..." "He fucked like an old man. He just climbed on top of me and went until he got tired. I just spread my legs and moved my hips." Thomas looked at her for a moment before standing up and grabbing a towel. "Come on out, this may take some time." She stood slowly, an arm over her breasts and the other protectively covering the juncture of her thighs. Careful to hold that pose, she stepped over the rim of the tub and onto the mat. He shook his head at her as he tried not to laugh. "Isn't that a bit much?" "What?" He gestured to her covering herself and approached her with the towel. "Put your arms down," he laughed. With wide eyes, she slowly lowered her arms. She could feel the heat in her face and tried to ignore it. She was hoping that he wasn't looking at her. Which was absurd. Why wouldn't he be looking at her? "Hold still..." he muttered. He shook out the towel just a bit before again going for her breasts, his hands gently caressing the heavy globes. She tried to keep her moaning down; she had a tendency to be really loud. She had been told, at least. His eyes had glazed over and he applied a little more pressure to them. Unable to help herself, she gave a soft moan as he squeezed. He seemed to shake himself out of hit and grinned up at her. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a breast man. You've got a great pair. Very nice. D's?" he asked casually as he moved on to her arms and shoulders. "Yeah, 36D." "I see you shaved." "I heard that's what you liked." "You heard right, almost a fetish. Spread your legs." She complied as he continued to dry her. Soon he finished. He dropped the towel to the floor and gave her a once over. He seemed satisfied. Ushering her into the bedroom, he saw her seizing up again. With a sigh he followed her up to the bed and pushed her onto it. In an attempt to catch herself, she landed on all fours on the large bed. Met with the sharp scent of cologne and the faint musk that clings to all men, she took a deep breath as she started to roll over. He sat on the bed and gestured her over to him. He kissed her deeply and caressed her cheek. She was on all fours again, her head over his lap. "I hope that this isn't beyond your skills." It didn't take long for her to lower her head and deliver as much attention to his penis and balls as possible. This wasn't new to her. In fact, it was one of her skills. She prided herself on giving great head. And he still smelled of soap. "Oh, fuck yeah... I had no idea you could do it like that!" he said admiring her talent. She didn't bother to answer him; it would only stop his pleasure. She was hoping for some serious payback. She expected him to give as good as he got. "Okay, stop. Unless you want a facial?" he asked. "Condom. You can do it inside. Later, you can come on me wherever you want. I don't think I'll care." "What did I tell you about making offers that you have no intention of making good on?" She flashed a wicked grin. "Who said I wasn't going to make good on it?" He climbed up further on the bed. "Sit in my lap and spread your legs." She purposefully allowed herself to drag against his dick along the way. When she finally settled, he reached around to stroke her breasts again. "Really, I love these. So soft." "Please..." she whispered. "What was that?" "Squeeze them a little harder. You can touch my nipples, too." His grip was suddenly very firm and the index finger and thumb of each hand had a firm grip on her taut nipples. Rolling them between his fingers he smiled as he realized that she was grinding her thighs together. "I think you like this. But we can still make it better. Spread your legs." "Okay..." As soon as her legs were parted he quickly placed a hand on her mound, grinding slowly. She tensed up and tried to turn to look at him. "I'm not wet, yet," she gasped. "I know," he muttered as he leaned in and kissed a trail along the back of her neck. Coming up he gently gripped the lobe of her ear in his teeth and gave a soft tug. As she moaned his finger cautiously traced the line of her slit. He sighed. If she was just going to lay there and let him do all the work, this wouldn't happen again. He reached down to slip his finger inside of her and gasped. In the very short time it had taken for him to get acquainted with the lower region of her body, she'd gotten soaked. Not expecting the extra lubrication, his finger slipped in between her lips far faster and harder than he planned. "Hey! That's too rough," she called. "Sorry. Do you always get so wet so fast?" he asked bewildered. "Yes. Sometimes it surprises me. I masturbate and two minutes after I start, I soak my panties." "You masturbate with your underwear on?" he asked. "Sometimes... Sometimes, I just like to keep some of my clothes on." "Why?" "Just makes me a little less self-conscious, I guess...oh!" she moaned as he maneuvered two fingers into her. "Not so fast!" "Are you fucking serious?" he asked getting frustrated. "Look, I'm not made of concrete. You can't go that fast or be so rough, you'll just end up hurting me." "Never gotten a complaint before." "I'm guessing you've never been with a girl like me before." Thomas huffed, taking his fingers out of her and scooting back. Kim slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. "I guess this was a mistake. Sorry to waste your time," she said as she moved to the bathroom door. "It's cool. It would be different if you could say something before I hurt you." "Huh?" "You only said something when you didn't like what I was doing. It's your body, why didn't you tell me how you wanted to be touched?" he asked. "You have to take it slow. And you have to be gentle. Most guys can't handle that." "It would be different if I were sure that you wouldn't take it the wrong way," he said. Kim looked at him a moment before laughing until she began to tear up. Thomas glared at her coldly. "In case you didn't know, most men don't find any laughter in this situation amusing." "I'm sorry, but... Do you really think that I'm going to look into a relationship with you beyond this? Thomas, you are only a cut-buddy. Well, you would have been, anyway." "Are you serious?" he deadpanned. "Yes! It takes more than some good dick to get me into a relationship now-a-days." As she turned back to the bathroom to go change, Thomas jumped from the bed and rushed her. Grabbing her from behind, he gently bit her shoulder as he filled his hands with her breasts again. She giggled as she felt his thick penis nudging her left buttock. Slowly he forced his knees behind hers and began to squat. She was forced to put her arms before her and brace herself against the wall to keep from falling. As her thighs parted he began to pluck and tap at her lips as if she were a tightly wound violin. He didn't want any of the strings to snap until the end of the performance. He held her more tightly and wrapped his arms around her. One arm going up to latch on to her shoulder, the other down to more firmly stroke her lips. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Oh, yeah..." "Good." With that he began to gently probe for the entrance. Before he could fully exploit it, she leaned forward and pulled away. "What now?" he nearly yelled. "This," she said as she turned and pushed him on his back. She grabbed his penis again and slipped the head into her mouth. A moment later she was straddling him and slowly lowering herself down onto his length. "You sure you want to do that, I mean- shit!" he gasped as he slowly entered her. She was really wet, and really, really tight. His eyes were screwed shut and his fists clenched at his side. Every muscle taut and drawn for fear that the slightest movement from him would break the wondrous contact he was currently gripped in. The sweet friction told him, that she was definitely not as used to sex as she liked to appear. She felt like a virgin. She gasped and went still once she could go no further. Wrenching his eyes open he looked up to see her rigid with discomfort. "Are you sure you're okay?" he gasped. "Just give me a second. Wow...you're bigger than I thought..." she whispered. Hating himself for what he was about to do, he asked: "Do you want to stop?" "You're sweet, but I think if I just move a bit, I'll be okay. Am I too heavy?" she asked. "No." "Okay, I'm going to use your chest. Let me know if I'm too heavy." She placed one small hand on either side of his chest and slowly raised her hips, only to slide back down quickly. After a moment she began to form a rhythm. "Oh...fuck!" Thomas cried. Never before had a girl taken such initiative with him. It felt great not to be on top. Her movements were slow and cautious at first, but grew in speed and intensity. She fucked as if she were dancing. Never losing pace or beat. Every motion was premeditated and precise. Suddenly she stopped altogether. He rolled his head up to look at her. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and she was looking at him intently. "Intently, not adoringly," he quickly noted mentally. "Why'd you stop?" he asked. "Aren't you tired of this position, yet?" she replied. "You want me to take over." It wasn't really a question. Before he could sit up, she placed her hand in the middle of her chest. "Not just yet," she smiled. Leaning forward she pressed a kiss to his mouth before placing both hands on either side of his head and adjusting herself farther back. Supporting herself on her hands and heels, she resumed the motion with forward thrusts of her hips. Thomas gasped as his head began to swim. This new angle added more pressure and more friction. Looking down he noticed that her breasts bounced as if they had a mind of their own. Some interminable time later, she began to slow her movements. "Hey." "Umm...what?" he moaned. "My legs are getting tired. Your turn," she panted. She pulled away and he immediately tried to crawl over her. "Missionary?" she asked in an agitated voice. "You had something else in mind?" "I don't want to do missionary yet." He stared at her completely affronted. "What the fuck do you want?" "Doggy style..." she said shyly. A moment later Thomas was poised behind her on the bed. "Can you support me?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Grab my arms, right above the elbow. You can get more leverage that way." "Do you do the physics on this stuff?" "Is that weird?" He laughed as he took hold of her arms and pushed into her from behind. "Ah! Oh, faster. Now you can go faster!" "Like I was going to avoid it somehow," he groaned. She tightened her inner muscles around him and cried out at the new sensations. Unprepared for the squeezing; Thomas thrust in deeply, reveling in the throes of one kick-ass orgasm. He groaned out as if in pain as he went rigid behind her. Kim gasped and made the most dissatisfied sound in the back of her throat. He slowly withdrew from her and staggered back against the wall behind him. "Y-you're done?" she cried out sadly as she rolled over to look at him. He was staring between her thighs intently as he ran a hand over his sweaty brow. Licking his lips, he turned to her face thunderstruck. "What the hell was that?" he asked. "What was what?" she countered confused. "You made me come with that- that- whatever you did... Felt like you were squeezing with your fist or something." She looked at him and grinned then. "Sorry. I guess I got too excited. I didn't mean to do it so hard. Well, after all that's happened, I guess that was it, huh?" she asked. He stared at her for a moment. That was the most intense thing he'd felt during sex and she wanted to just walk away? She was not leaving until she came, and he'd felt that intensely tight pussy again. "Hell no! Just give me a minute; I'll be up again soon. I usually have to come two or four times to be satisfied." "Two or four! I don't know if I have that kind of energy..." "Find it."