The sensual creature before me, writhing on my rug, was undeniably the most exciting thing in that moment and my cock saluted her. I was rock hard as I slowly stroked along with her.
I took in the vision, allowing my lust to rise. She was so beautifully wanton.
I sipped from my whiskey glass which had been rim frosted with her pussy juice in front of my very eyes. She had enticingly prepared my glass only moments before by twisting the whiskey tumbler against her very wet pussy folds. I could taste and smell her pussy as I wanked.
“Fuck! That had been so hot!” and I savoured her.
I liked and noted how her hair was splayed above her head. It sensually decorated her mostly naked form.
I liked how her open blouse was useless and under her back.
I liked how her panties once at her knees were now on my lap.
I liked how she was bare legged and shoeless.
I like how she had shimmied out of her skirt and was discarded on my floor nearby.
I liked she was a slut wanking, on my rug for me!
The gold chain glinted in the dim light, drawing my lecherous eyes to admire her. And admire her I did, quite boldly!
Her breasts were perfectly mounded and peaked.
Her tummy, hips and curves were salaciously air grinding and those sexy little moans and spread legs turned her from the pretty and classy lady in public to my private lascivious and dirty slut.
I sat back in my comfy chair and pushed my lower clothing down further.
My hand gripped my cock and I settled in to an even and steady, relaxed stroking motion while I enjoyed the view.
She was an enchantress, binding me in her spell of rhythmic seduction. I could smell her need. The scent of her arousal teased me and I knew she was basking in my full male attention. I licked my lips and I tasted her pussy juice with my whiskey.
The sensual tension in the air caused her near naked body to up the ante and her performance excelled. Her nipples were taught and erect, showing prominently on top of her swaying titty flesh.
For many minutes, I continued to rhythmically pump the length of my rock-hard shaft with one hand working myself slowly further up on the lust scale.
I felt my semen begin to build and simmer in my balls.
I drank more whiskey, tasted more pussy and then put my drink down again on the side table.
With my hand now spare, I began to massage and finger drum each sack to add to the sensations of self-pleasuring. It was fantastically erotic!
My genitals were stimulated perfectly by years of practice. The sex goddess before me fuelled my jerk-off Heaven! She was a masturbator's dream!
All men, at some point, should make sure and insist they see the glory of their woman self-pleasure and masturbate for them.
I was really into the moment now, stroking my engorged cock a little faster while focussed
on her writhes…
and her hand and wet fingers between her legs…
and panting breath…
and to think all of this sexy play was happening no more than 3 feet away from me.
It felt deliciously wicked and I knew she felt it too.
The tiny devilish, masturbating voice in my head was in fine form helping my steely rod to harden that little bit more, for my hand rhythm to speed up and for my sacs to begin to bubble and boil like a waiting volcano.
The silent lust voice screamed into my licentious brain, pushing me closer to the brink of climax.
“Look at her flushed skin, her swaying tits waiting to be mauled by your hands and mouth!”
“Her cleavage would fit nice around your cock and as you titty fuck, the tip could push into her mouth!”
“She’s ripe to be bent over your knee, to spank and redden her bottom.”
“She wants you to push your exploring fingers …in both holes!”
“Look at her on your rug, fucking unashamedly on her hand. What a beautiful and sexy yet dirty little slut!”
“See how wet her cunt is for you. How her body chain and clamps widens her pussy lips. It would be easy to slip into her and fuck her brains out!”
“Put her on your cross or in a spreader and use her good and proper!”
“She wants you. Why deny yourself!”
I wildly masturbated the stiffest hard-on I ever seem to have had in my life. My pre-cum oozed and bubbled from the little slit on my tip.
My body was lust filled and I wanked harder.
I was sweating and breathing shallowly and quickly. I could feel the pounding of my heart through the pulsing of my rigid cock still tightly gripped in my stroking hand.
Another quota of pre-cum bubbles rose and leaked out. They collected at the tip of my cock while I squeezed and stroked.
All the time while watching my masturbating woman, I worked on my cock lewdly.
I stroked from the base to the top, encouraging and milking the constant drops of precum up the length and out through the slit. The forthcoming little bubbles formed into one bigger droplet, glinting as the light caught in the clear and slippery syrup.
Eventually gravity, motion and volume caused the precum to topple off my crown. It trickled down the sides. The trail it caused shimmered on my cock length and then my rising hand smeared the natural lubricant all over my cock.
At one point, my dick was held at an angle in my wanking motion and a glob of precum fell away from the tip. It hung for a moment like a pearl on a string and then my rising hand once more caught the cock juice and glazed the honey type consistency all over my prick. It was glazing nicely and becoming nice and shiny.
I began to alternate the rhythm from slow to medium and then to fast, speeding up and down my wanking hand as required. In this way I controlled and edged my high level of arousal without going past the point of semen eruption.
I wanted to time myself to cum a few seconds after B. I wanted to enjoy the experience of her orgasm first and then to allow her sexual joy to trigger my own. I only hoped I had the strength of will to hold back.
Suddenly and thankfully, her back arched, she was at fever pitch and I knew she had finally reached her pinnacle. She shook and mewled my name and then exploded in a rocking and awe inspiring climax.
In that moment, she was displayed in all her natural female finery. What a vision!
The excitement was too much! A few moments later, I felt the unmistakable tingle in my loins. It was that very special feeling of impending ejaculation.
My breath became short sexy pants and a growl began to rumble from deep within my core.
I leaned forward and knelt by my woman, thrusting out my hips and my striking cock towards her. My knees were widely spread for balance and my balls bounced in my fervour.
“BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB” I roared in my rapture at the point of climax.
A wave of cum rushed up and out of my cock. My balls imploded and the first shot arced up about a foot above my cockhead and fell heavily on to B’s shoulder. An instant later a massive ribbon of cum spurted from my bloated cock, wriggling like a snake and down on to her body. It landed in her cleavage.
This was followed by a cluster of cum drops shooting out just as far.
I gave my cock two or three quick pumps and three more thick wads sprayed out about half as far as the ones before.
I grunted and groaned from the exquisite pleasure centred in my cock and balls.
Cum oozed from the slit and rolled down the shaft and over my fingers. Two more bolts of sperm launched themselves in turn and momentarily hung suspended in the air before dropping and splashing on to B’s breasts.
My cock pulsed while my orgasm calmed and finally subsided but my dick was still pumping out more slippery sperm. It rolled out and dripped from my purple cockhead in long stringy strands.
I let go of my cock and leaned back on my haunches gradually catching my breath.
My still thick and swollen cock was much softer now but was still in a semi hard state.
It hung twitching between my spread legs, a pearly string of cum dangling from the tip. My climax did not disappoint. It had been volcanic and a warm glow engulfed me!
B’s torso and shoulders were covered in my seed and scent, undeniably marking my territory.
“Mine!” I growled.
I leaned over her, letting my cock lightly touch her mouth and smeared her lips in my semen just like a sexy lip stick.
I delicately fingered and touched her body chain. It pulled on her clamped nipples and clitoris and immediately sent her into climax aftershocks.
While she mewled and shuddered, I moved to balance my body over her. My cock dangled over her tummy and I moved my hips so the tip of my cock could draw on her.
“Guess what I’m writing on you, my hot little minx.” I whispered into her ear.
As I wrote each letter with my cock, I growled at her. The movements were hardening my cock again and I knew I was going to fuck her.
I heard her whisper each letter - “V A U G H A N ‘S.”
When she voiced my name and answer, I growled, “That’s right. Now show me how you want me to fuck you!”