She held my heaving balls in her left hand, looked up at me and plunged her wet mouth around the length of my shaft. Looking down I seemed to totally fill her mouth. I’m probably an average guy but her whole face seemed to be filled with cock as her tongue continued to lap around me while she bobbed up and down.
It had been a long time since any hand apart from my own had touched me, let alone the mouth of a beautiful, erotic eastern European ice skater so it didn’t take much to get me to the edge. And she was relentless, never stopping as she stroked and sucked and swirled. I could feel the warm tingling as the pent up cum of months was encouraged from my balls to rise deliciously up my shaft. Within minutes of the first lick of her talented tongue I was desperate to explode and fill her hot little mouth with jets of sticky cum.
And then suddenly she stopped, pulling her mouth away with a final ‘plop’.
“Mmmm, I like you in my mouth, but now Mister Billy I am very hot.” I could understand why, she still had all her clothes on and had been working hard. She stood, kissed me while still holding my desperately enraged hard-on. Then dragged me by the cock to a door. I nearly tripped over my dragging track pants, staggering as we walked, but was pulled inside, making me groan with need.
“My room, you take off clothes.” It was a command “Then I undress for you.”
In seconds I was naked on the bed, still hard and desperate for relief. Now, Olympic athletes in most sports are pretty buff, we’re at the peak of our physical condition, as ripped as we’re ever going to get. I was muscular with broad shoulder and strong arms, my core was really needed in luge so I had a six pack. I’m not saying this to boast but just so you can picture the scene as my hard cock rose up my ripped stomach, a small trickle of saliva and pre-cum glistening in the dim light. I watched intently as the skater removed her tracksuit top.
She twirled on her undamaged foot, reaching her arms above her head, stretching the taut fabric of her glittering pale blue skaters outfit and making her little skirt flare again. It was the first time I properly noticed her breasts. Not large but prominent and shapely on her small frame, two buttons at their peaks poking against the lycra.
“You like me?” she asked.
“Very much” I responded.
She ran her hands down her sides and looked shy just for a moment, before asking me to unhook the clasp just beneath the nape of her neck. When she moved away again, she faced me, slipped first one and then the other pale shoulder from the outfit then rolled the tight material down to her waist, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.
Again she asked, “You like me?”
She wore no bra and her beautifully shaped C-cup breasts were now on display, she was breathing quite heavily and, as I watched her deep red nipples seemed to grow.
“Stasya,” I breathed, “I definitely like you.” It was a moment of unexpected tenderness amidst the whirl lust.
She smiled and resumed rolling the outfit down, first to her hips and then all the way down to her feet, taking the tights as she went. Stepping out of the mess of clothing she was left in simple high cut black panties and a bandage around her right ankle.
She turned around revealing her panties to be a thong, splitting her small round arse cheeks. She bent at the waist, running her hands all the way down her legs and placing them on the floor.
“Take them off for me.”
In seconds I was kneeling behind her, my fingers gripping the black fabric. The aroma of her arousal was obvious, and as I peeled the damp panties down her legs, revealing her swollen vulva, it was clear just how wet she had become.
“Now Engishman, remember you owe me?” she was still fully bent over, her bulging quim glowing with moisture “You must lick me.”
I was transfixed, taking in the glory of glistening swollen lips directly in my eyeline. She was perfectly shaved and as I gripped the top of each smooth leg a small viscous drop of arousal slipped from her tight little cunt, dripping slowly down the valley of her labia. Just before it fell from her body, I thrust out my tongue compelled to capture the drop, eliciting a small intake of breath from Stasya.
The first taste of elixir was enough, she now had me completely, sport didn’t matter just enjoying the moment and our love making. I ran the hard tip of my tongue all the way from her clit to her sweet little rosebud, splitting her lips and sucking the dripping love juice from her soaking hole. I licked her up and down stopping at the bottom of each stroke to roughly tongue her firm little clit.
She shuddered, still bent double, arse and cunt thrust into the air, my face buried into her, lapping at her pliant flesh, slurping at her dripping juice. I hardened my tongue again and slipped it just inside her vagina, rimming her lovely hole. As I did so I slid a hand beneath her glistening mound so my thumb rested on her clit, and started a solid rhythm circling her nub as I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt.
Stasya was panting now the repetitive lap of Will’s tongue and firm rub of his thumb coupled with her already heightened arousal had her on the verge of exploding. She screwed her eyes shut as the Englishman erotically assaulted her most sensitive places. That tongue was just enough for her to feel penetrated and she began to rock back and forth trying to get more of it into her which made his rough stubble brush along the length of her pussy, adding a new sensation, bringing a further gasp.