Lay down on your stomach. I’ll start with a very light, gentle touch. I really enjoy light caresses as foreplay. After 5-10 minutes, I have you roll over on your back. You are naked, and I’m turned on. Your cock is so huge, and it’s so hard to ignore, but i do. For the next 5 minutes, anyway. More caresses, never actually touching that central core. I look up at you with a slight smile and that look in my eyes, and you look at me eagerly, thinking that I am going to start sucking your cock.
Nope.
I proceed to rim you. Not just licking you tentatively– I go over your ass with the energy and enthusiasm I would want if you were eating me out. You are moaning like you are going to explode, and I’ve barely touched your cock with my hands. I dont just do this for a few minutes, either. I sit up momentarily and hike your legs up to your chest, as if you were the woman and I was about to slide in to the hilt. If I’d had a strap-on, I could have, too. You are so wet from my tongue, I doubt there would have been much resistance. But that isn’t my goal– I just wanted even better access to your ass. At this point, you’re reduced to a quivering, jelly-like mass. Except for one part that has taken on the nature of solid steel wrapped in a layer of velvet. You have no sense of time. All you are able to do is revel in the feelings and work to keep from cumming.
I stop. I pull your legs back down to the bed. You look down just in time to see most of your cock disappear into my mouth. I get almost all of it down. In order to keep you from exploding, I pull off and reach for a condom, I know you rarely orgasm in a condom.
I lay back, and you enter me missionary-style, I’m looking up at you, kissing you. You are so completely over. When the cumming starts, you are just a slave to it. There’s no stopping it. You have one of the most incredible orgasms in memory. When finally the twitching stops, I hug you tightly, like I’m trying to get our bodies to merge. We kiss some more. I pull off of you and take off the cover. It disappears, and I return with a warm, damp towel. After cleaning us both off, I lay down next to you. You do the first thing that occurs to you: You go down.
Up until now, it’s been all about you. But you can’t let such an amazing orgasm go by without trying to return the favor. Now, you do not deceive yourself about whether a sex worker truly gets pleasure from the experience. Some don’t, some do. And you may never know the difference, if they do their job well. That said, you are no slacker in the oral department yourself. You listen closely for changes in my breathing as you probe different areas with your tongue. You take note of vocalizations and movement in my body. And as it happens, You figure you’ve done something right when I cry out and grab the back of your head, smashing your face into my whole labial area. You can barely breathe, but you’re not about to stop. After a bit, my grip on your head loosens, and you pull away and we snuggle some more.
Usually, giving head makes you really hard, too. But that was a really amazing orgasm earlier, and you are not very hard. So I started with the rimming again, and sure-enough you get rock-hard a second time. I start sucking again, only less frenetic this time. More gentle, loving, almost. So you lay back and let your whole body relax and bask in the feelings. With one hand, you can reach my ass, so you gently rub and caress as I keep at it. You lightly stroke your fingertips over my labia, which gets me to moan around the cock in my mouth. You do it again, because the moaning felt good.
After nearly 10 minutes of my tender, gentle attention, you feel an unexpected tingling start at the base. You try to warn me, but I only suck harder and deeper. And then you start shooting a second time. I know it isn’t as intense as the first, but I could tell, at this point, you are well and truly spent.
After we clean up and dress, I lead you to the door and give you one last gentle kiss. You promise yourself you’ll be back, admitting to yourself, this person is a flower in a large field of weeds. Her service was advertised as GFE– a “girlfriend experience”. Well, I’ve had quite a few girlfriends with whom I never had that much fun in a single hour.
You are still glowing when you wake the next morning, and call me for another session.
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