I let him control the tempo; let him control the motions, when I feel him pull himself out of me. He guides me back to the table and has me sit on it. He then pushes my shoulders down, so that I’m laying across it with my legs hanging over the edge. His hands start at the knees and raise my skirt up. He cups my mound and quickly squeezes, feeling the dampness through my pantyhose. I start to groan and want to come up to kiss him when he firmly holds me back down again.
He continues to let his hands wander up my body and grabs onto my panty hose and pulls them down. His mouth is following in immediate pursuit as I can feel the rough stubble of his 5 o’clock shadow and the softness of his tongue wander from my belly button towards my sexual release.
While his mouth is work its way down to my clit, I feel his palms on the inside of my knees pushing them up and apart; giving him access to all of me. Letting him be able to lick me from clit to asshole. He then moves his hands back up my thighs. As he uses one hand to spread apart my nether lips to have complete access to my pussy, he uses 2 digits from his other hand and inserts them, fully, into my wet, hot pussy.
Between the softness of his tongue and the firmness of his fingers, it becomes more than I can handle. I want to scream out my release but knowing where we are and the risk that is involved, I keep my mouth closed and my voice quiet. Keeping my vocals in makes the intensity of my release even more so and I grip his fingers with my internal muscles. I want to draw them in as far as they will go, never wanting to release them. I am gripping so hard that it becomes almost painful as he pulls them out again.
He laughs softly to himself as he rises from sitting on his haunches. He positions himself between my legs, grabbing on to the outside of my thighs with his strong hands, always in control. He guides his cock into my pussy setting a nice rhythm that is neither to quick nor to sedate. He grinds himself into me and I can feel his balls hitting my asshole with every thrust.
Knowing that his hands are busy holding on to my legs, controlling the motion, I let my own hands wander. One hand goes to my nipples and begins to alternate pinching them. This hand squeezes each nipple forcing them to harden and pulls them out away from me. The other hand roams to that place where our bodies meet. I alternate between rubbing my clit and stroking his cock on the out swing.
His head has been thrown back, he’s panting and he was lost in the moment. When my hand comes into contact with his prick, it startles him a bit. He grabs my hand, shakes his head and pulls out of me completely. This takes me back and I am worried that I may have offended him, but he smiles at me; and motions for me to roll over on my stomach.
Here is where I remember that old saying, “The customer is always right.” I know what he wants and so I roll over and position my ass for the best access to it. This isn’t my first time at ass fucking and I realize that he’s been using my pussy as lubricant for this moment of penetration. I am worried because knowing that he’s strong, he may hurt me.
I shouldn’t worry. He slowly works the tip into my ass and then pulls out again. He does this a few times until I am use to the feeling and he’s able to get more in my ass without it hurting. He grabs onto my hips and begins to pound away into my ass. I love this feeling and press my ass checks together. He then says the thing that other men have said to me, “God, your ass is so much tighter than your pussy. It’s incredible!”
My eyes are half closed, glazed over. I am lost in the moment. Some men don’t know how to fuck an ass. They just pound away like it was the same thing as pussy, but let me tell you, it is not. Ass fucking requires smoother strokes, more control. This is important especially if you want the receiver to appreciate it. I can tell by the way he’s going at me, he knows what he’s doing. He’s in control of himself, me and the situation in general.
He’s grabbing on to my hips pretty tightly squeezing a bit roughly. I know he’ll leave finger size bruises. Bruises that I’ll have to explain to someone else later. His grip is getting tighter, his breathing heavier and I know what’s coming. After a few long strokes, I feel it, his wonderful release in me. He’s still stroking in me now, but slower. He’s using his cum now as lubricant for those last glorious strokes in me before he pulls out.
Somebody starts coughing and I come into clear reality of what is going on around me. At this point in time, I am sitting with my legs crossed at the ankles and my hands are in my lap. My head is slightly bowed in a subservient position. My lips are parted because my breathing has become slightly labored and my mouth is watering. I lick my lips often. There is a flush across my chest that is rising from my breasts and is almost over coming my neck and face. Under the table I am desperately squeezing my thighs together trying to reach some sort of completion but not be noticed at the same time by the gentlemen on either side of me. That’s when I feel it.
I don’t feel the beginning of a final release, but rather eyes, which are upon me, watching and noticing what I am doing. Watching what I am REALLY doing. Hesitantly and with a bit of fear, I look up to see who’s observing me.
Somebody else is talking and my client is staring at me. His head is slightly cocked in my direction; eyes twinkle over the rims of his glasses as very slowly, a grin starts to spread over his face. He’s been studying me for a while and judging by his look has accurately determined my predicament. It seems to me that right here, right now we are frozen together, alone, in time.
Like a deer crossing the highway gazing dreamily at the headlights of my oncoming death, I cannot look away from his stare. I am transfixed into his mischievous eyes.
He’s holding my gaze from across the room and yet, he’s looking me over. He’s taking in my every physical tale-tale detail. Noticing the reactions within me. Could he possibly know that he’s the reason from my state of arousal? Does anybody else see this? How will I react around him the next time? And then ever so subtly, he winks and motions with his eyebrows, face, and mouth. He acknowledges my actions; the public desire that I’m displaying. Then he turns to address the question that someone else is asking, all the while stroking his fingers in circles along the table’s edge.
He then turns to everyone else and thanks them for coming and asks me to stay afterwards to discuss some further options he has for a special project. His sly grin appears again as he winks at me one more time.