“Shit…slo..slow down…please.”
Her ragged breaths broke the chilly silence in the room. Her hair, laced with sweat, was in a terrible mess and covered half her face. Five deep, quick grasps as she tried to maintain her composure.
The room was almost pitch dark, only skinny streams of light wriggled in from the brown casement windows covered by clean, thick, white & black checkered curtains. The ceiling fan, twirled around slowly..having being set at a slower setting, did nothing to cool off the rising temperature in the room. The king sized sleigh bed was a…in a single word, tornado. A beehive of activity, pillows discarded everywhere, the gaint, maroon blanket flung to one of the corner of the room, the black cotton bedsheet in disarray.
Despite her sporty exterior, her legs were fatigued and she was struggling to hold herself up after all the earlier exertions. Her toned, gentle tanned body, with faint traces of abdominal muscles, was similarly covered with sweat.
“V…don’t. Please stop.”
Feigning ignorance, I continued thrusting. Driving my manhood into her wet, tight snatch. We’ve being going at it for 5 minutes in reverse cowgirl. A sudden quivering sensation overtook her, and i felt her vaginal walls tighten and clenched up. She leaned back, both hands assisting her shaky legs to hold herself up, letting her long, wavy, dark brown hair fall back, covering my face slightly. She cried out in ecstasy, as droves of pleasure came crashing into her repeatedly. Her breasts wobbling with each thrust of my penis into her sex.
With that, Olivia sat down on me. Her juices had doused my lower body, a result of multiple orgasms from our hour-long session. Letting my erect penis slip out of her, she turned around and laid down beside me on my shoulder, her right hand on my chest, slowly and lightly tracing the outline of my abs. She looked up at me.
“Shit, that’s intense. I’m going to be sore tomorrow…for sure.”
“Don’t blame me. You wanted to go again, hah.”
I smirked at her, moving my left hand down to her breasts and fondling them, feeling their softness. Olivia drew a sharp breath,
“Don’t…I’m still sensitive.”
“I’m still hard, u’know.”
We kissed, and she slowly drifted downwards, kissing my pecs, my nipples, licking her way down my abs, all ehilst her her right hand masterfully stroked my manhood, drawing out my pre-cum.
“In my mouth, okay?”
I nodded, and Olivia’s tongue started making rounds all over my tip. She sucked just the tip, her tongue painting me up and down. She had one hand on my shaft, the other playing with my balls.
Maintaining eye contact, she stroked my erect tool, leaking out pre-cum like a broken faucet…Olivia maintained a smooth rhythm. Rotating between sucking the head of my cock, and sucking and licking my balls, she smiled.
“I think I’m addicted to your cock.”
Hearing that sent me over the edge, I grabbed her head and pushed it towards my cock. Whatever semen I had left in the tank was deposited in that sweet little mouth of hers. She kept going, stroking and sucking for the next minute. I sat up, taking in the glorious sight of this early-thirties, sporty, nubile babe workshipping my cock.
“Fuck…that’s so hot.”
Finally letting my manhood go, she gave it a light peck before raising to my level and showing me she swallowed.
“Good night, V.”
Sorry bros, really busy with work…will try to update whenever I find the time to do so. Although, if the story is becoming less popular, I might just scrap the whole thing entirely and just stick to reading what the other writers come up with instead. Regardless, enjoy the latest update~ Have a good week ahead bros and sis!
2 years have gone by, in which I was working at a mid-tier fashion distributor, helping with their financial accounts. I’ve kept in touch with Melanie for the first 2 to 3 months, before her work kept her so occupied, she took days to reply and we eventually lost touch. Slight bummer, but it was difficult to have common topics to talk about when we are so far apart.
Olivia left her job at E Corp to pursue a somewhat unique passion of her. She became a yoga instructor. It meant lesser stress and a whole lot more time to work on herself. She slowly but surely acquired a figure akin to Victoria Secret fashion model albeit fitter and much more toned arms and butt. She and her husband dreams of having a kid failed to materialise when he found himself overseas once again…and she found herself…me.
It started as an innocent catch up over dinner somewhere at Clark Quay. We were reminiscing about the past and somehow the topic drifted to sex and what naughty business we got up to since the last time we met. Turns out she was having a dry spell, with her husband away. Before long, she started subtlety hitting on me and suggested going to a bar. And after a few drinks, I found myself at her place, without a shirt and Olivia somehow in just her black lacy bra and panties.
Our lips locked together as a fiery and passionate battle breaks out with our tongues. I gently squeezed her breasts through her bra with one hand while the other ran down her back along her backbone, pulling her closer to me. She broke our kiss to catch her breath.
“Fuck, so good. I fucking miss having sex with you, V.”
We resumed kissing before i drifted downwards, kissing her neck..my right hand slipped beneath her bra and grasp the softness of her breasts, pinching her nipple…eliciting a sensual moan from her as she tilt her head backwards in pleasure. My hard-on was pressing against her, begging to be freed from my Calvin Klein boxers. Olivia’s hands happily obliged and started enthusiastically stroking my boner, as precum oozed out…soaking her hands.
My mouth found her breasts after removing her bra, tongue drawing circles around her erect nipples while removing her panties which were soaking wet. I rubbed her clit with my hand, drawing a quick gasp. Her right hand which had been pulling my head closer to her breasts suddenly and tightly grabbed a fistful of my hair as her first orgasm hit her.
I spun Olivia around, her back facing me. Pushing her down on all fours, i readied myself to enter her. She stuck her firm round butt out and sashayed it slightly, turning around to shoot me her most sluttiest and horniest expression I’ve ever seen before.
“I’m yours, V.”
With that, I rammed myself into her tight wet pussy, thrusting hard and fast…she moaned loudly, head bent down, taking in the sensations my penis was giving her. Hitting her cervix with every thrust, her breast jiggling furiously. Her moans were getting louder and louder with each subsequent thrust. I felt her walls tighten, her juices squirting wildly, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, twisting them as waves of orgasms crashed into her. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and I just lost control and went full throttle as I came as well…shooting my entire load deep inside her with a deep grunt.
I laid down beside her, dick still twitching inside her as the whole euphoria of having sex with basically a Victoria Secret model lookalike overwhelmed me. We were both still panting, I pulled out as streams of cum came drooling out of her and onto the bed.
“Shit, I’m sorry Olivia…it was…it was just so good.”
She turned to face me, one hand on my cheek and kissed me.
“Relax, I got the after pill.”
And just like that, our friends with benefits adventures started.
Her sex drive was outrageous, we would meet up 3, sometimes 4 times a week. I typically spent one of my weekend days over at her place just getting my dick sucked, fucking her everywhere in her apartment…kitchen, toilet, bedroom, living room, the floor, the balcony, up against the walls. My colleagues often wonder why I’m usually unable to join them for drinks or dinner and why I always seem so tired.
Olivia trusted me enough that we do it without protection. She cited the high cost of condoms, considering we meet so often and that sex feels better without it. The after pill was taken if I lose control and bust inside her. (Which became a frequent thing after awhile. Olivia had a kinky fetish of getting creampied by both me and her husband together, creampie gangbang basically) We usually have 2 to 4 rounds each time I’m over at her place.
“Oiiii, why are you always so shag?!”
I felt a pen prodding me, snapping me out of my headbanging ritual at my desk. Shooting an evil but appreciative glare at my colleague, I resumed my work.