Chapter 99: She's hot and bothered 005/ SEDUCING THE SALESMAN 001
His pounding ramped up yet another notch and I knew he was just seconds away now. I went after my clit with more intensity, desperately trying to cum before he did. Because I knew that if he finished before I was then I was screwed. And not in the good way.
As it turned out, I started to cum at precisely the same moment he shot his load into me. The often talked about but rarely achieved simultaneous orgasm was a thing of pure beauty, our bodies peaking in unison as we stared into each other’s eyes. both of us feeding off the other’s pleasure to prolong the sensation for an extra couple of moments.
After Mike had finished he stayed inside me, our bodies joined together, not moving, just relishing the feel of each other while we came down off our orgasms. After we’d both caught our breath, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, then pulled his cock out of my pussy.
He fell onto the couch beside me, his cock practically glowing in the light from the cum that coated it. It was still hard but fading, although not too rapidly. From the looks of things, he wouldn’t need very long to recover before being ready to go again. Half an hour, tops. If even that.
“So what do you think?” I asked, rolling over to look at him. “A shower and another bottle of wine, and then we can get started on round two?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Mike said. “And this time, we’ll spend more time on fucking than on foreplay.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I said.
Mike stood up, then held out his hand, helping me off the couch. Holding hands, we headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up before doing it all again.
Good old Mike, always the reliable lover. And a gentlemen to boot. I could do worse. A lot worse. I had, in fact. Many times. And undoubtedly would again in the future.
For now, at least, I was satisfied. And really, what more could a girl ask for?
The End.
BOOK TITLE: SEDUCING THE SALESMAN 001
Emma comes back after a long, hard day at work horny as hell, so as soon she gets home she goes into her bedroom closet and pulls out a dildo, one of the bigger ones she owns, twelve inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.
Within seconds she’s fully naked and going to town on the dildo, ramming it down her throat, making herself gag, coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Saliva is getting everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down her chin, her chest, getting on her tits.
With one hand still gripping the dildo, Emma uses her free hand to bang herself, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and working them around inside, adding a third finger as she gets warmed up, then a fourth.
After forcing herself to deepthroat the dildo for a full five seconds while all four fingers are jammed deep in her pussy, Emma’s ready to move on.
She slides the dildo from her throat, leaving it coated with her saliva, and yanks her fingers out of her pussy and switches her hands, licking her pussy juices off her fingers while slipping the dildo inside her dripping wet snatch.
Once her fingers are licked clean, she returns that hand to the dildo too, allowing her to use both hands to slam it in and out of her pussy, forcing it as deep as it will go and banging away at warp speed.
Half a minute later Emma lets out a low groan of pleasure and bites down on her bottom lip as an orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and her pussy squirt, leaving a mess of her juices on the bed.
“Holy fucking shit,” Emma says aloud as she cums, her breath ragged and her hair covering her face.
But she’s not done, not by a longshot. She’s still wound up way too tight to quit after just one orgasm.
Emma is just about to get to work on herself again when the doorbell rings.
Cursing aloud, she tells herself not to answer the door. But then there’s another ring, followed by a knock.
“What the hell,” she says aloud. She pulls the dildo out of her pussy and drops it onto the covers of her bed. Climbing to her feet, she leaves her room and heads towards the front door, not even bothering to put her clothes back on.
Once at the door, she peeks out the peephole.
It’s a young man, no more than twenty years old, wearing a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and blue jeans. He’s pretty cute, with short dark hair and a decent face and a nice body. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hand and a little book.
It appears as though he’s either selling something or going door-to-door to talk about religion. Either way, Emma doesn’t give a shit. She’s going to use him for her own means.
Smiling wryly, completely naked and not trying to hide herself in any way, she opens the door wide.
The young man’s jaw drops.
“What’s the matter,” Emma says. “Never seen a naked woman before?”
His mouth moves up and down but he doesn’t say anything.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she says, grabbing his tie and using it to roughly pull him inside. “Get your cute little ass in here.”
“But, but, but,” the young man stammers as she slams the door behind them.
Emma shuts him up by leaning forward and sliding her tongue into his mouth.
There’s a little bit of resistance at first, but it isn’t long before the young man is returning her kiss, albeit a little awkwardly. It’s obvious he doesn’t have much experience in this sort of thing. But that’s okay. Emma has more than enough for both of them.
She breaks off the kiss and grabs ahold of his tie once again and pulls him towards her, until their faces are practically touching.
Staring directly into his eyes, she says, “You arrived at a very opportune time, do you know that?”
The young man shakes his head from side to side.
“Well, you did,” Emma says. “Because I was just starting to masturbate, and once I get started, I can’t stop until I’m completely satisfied. And that takes quite a long time. Do you know what that means?”
Again the young man shakes his head. It appears that he’s having trouble processing the situation. Which, again, is fine with her.
“That means that you’re going to have to hang around for a while and help me get off,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”
This time, he nods.
“Good,” Emma says, smiling widely. She takes his hand and turns around and starts walking towards her room, leading him along.
“What’s your name?” she asks, turning back to peek at him for a moment. She doesn’t really care what his name is but figures it will make him uncomfortable to hear her talking dirty to him, especially if she calls him by his name, and that’s a big part of the fun here today, to make this young man uncomfortable while she uses him for her own means.
“Scotty,” he eventually manages.
“Hello Scotty, I’m Emma. Pleased to meet you.”
“You too,” Scotty says.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, Scotty?” Emma asks as they reach her bedroom.