1. Pick A Number From One To Ten


    Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    admiring her pretty face and the sparkle in her eyes. “You may,” I replied. After we had finished breakfast, Linda went to my bathroom to get a razor and shaving cream. She placed a chair next to the kitchen sink, lathered my face, lifted her skirt over her hips and straddled my lap. When she finished shaving me, she kissed and rubbed her cheeks against mine. “Mmmmmmm, love feeling the smoothness and whiskers at the same time,” she cooed as she removed her tank top and pressed her breasts to my face. “Suck on them, please.” I took her left nipple in to my mouth and sucked, as my tongue pressed down hard on it. “Mmmmmfuuuccckkkk,” she gasped. She lifted my right to her mouth and sucked my fingers in to her mouth, one by one. Then she lowered my hand between her legs and pressed it hard on her pussy. Slowly, she began to rock her hips. I could feel the moisture through her thin panties. “Put your fingers inside me,” she pleaded. I slipped my fingers under her panties and slid two fingers inside. Her hands flew to my head and pulled my mouth tighter to her breast. “Ohhhhhhhh, Gil,” she panted, “It feels so fucking nice.” She didn’t quicken the rocking of her hips. I allowed her to fuck my fingers, curious to see what she would do next. I was about to pull my fingers out of her when I felt a small quiver shoot through her pussy. Before I could, Linda pulled away from me and stood up. She clamped her legs together and held on to my shoulders to steady herself. “Ohhhhhh fuck, ...
    that was close,” she purred as a shiver shot through her body. “You’re enjoying the game now?” I asked. “Maybe,” she replied with a mischievous smirk, straddled me again and kissed me hard. “What changed?” I asked. “Not being allowed to cum is all I can think of. I played with my clit all night, didn’t sleep a wink. I lost count of how many times I came close to an orgasm,” she confessed. “What would you like to do today?” I asked. “I am physically and emotionally drained,” she replied. “Go to my bed and sleep for as long as you need to,” I smiled and gently kissed her. “Thank you. I need a cold shower first,” she giggled. Linda slept till six o’clock that evening. We decided to catch an early movie and dinner and call it a day. Day four, Monday. I worked well past nine o’clock in the evening, that Monday. Linda had insisted that she pick up dinner for us and that I spend the night with her. She didn’t care what time I got to her place. After work, I picked up a change of clothes from my place and headed to her apartment. I arrived at her apartment shortly after ten o’clock. We ate dinner and shared a bottle of wine, while we watched the third period of a hockey game. Her favorite team was playing and was up by two goals, with a few minutes left in the game. “It’s in the bag. Two points for us means we move in to first place in our division!” she excitedly explained to me. I turned to Linda as she spoke. All she was wearing was her team’s hockey jersey. It was huge on her. It ...
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