Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories by Belinda Hill Page B
Authors: Belinda Hill
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process. She took her hands from around my waist and began to fumble with my belt and buttons.
Those moments as you are undressed are among my favourite precursors to sex. Tonight, the feel of those buttons popping open under urgent fingers caused a splurge of clear fluid to leak out uncontrollably into my boxer shorts. She sat down on the toilet a look of sheer hunger in her clear blue eyes as she pulled out my cock. She licked her lips and looked up at me. I had never seen anything as wanton as this blue-eyed stranger sat skinnily on a toilet with my cock in her hand, next to her face.
"Be quick," she said. "I want to do lots of things with you." And then she plunged her mouth greedily onto my cock. Her left hand began to pump the base of my shaft and I could feel her prehensile tongue slide lasciviously under my foreskin, lapping up the fluids that were coursing from the tip. I inhaled sharply as her other hand grabbed my testicles, rotating the balls softly and lazily as she did so. There was no doubt now that this *was* going to be quick. I was starting to feel the first rumblings of orgasm running along my legs when her hand released my balls and slipped between my thighs. I felt a sharp fingernail between my buttocks... surely not...?
"I..." I began and then I felt her finger probing my arsehole, rubbing the puckered knot of flesh urgently. No one had *ever* done that to me. For a few heady seconds I surfed a mental wave of sheer filthiness as she fucked my arse with her finger and I fucked her face with my cock. And then, in a seismic, spastic second I was stood dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I unloaded all that pleasure in one sticky gob of ropey cum. I stood up on my toes as electric flashes of pleasure flashed behind my eyelids and my knees bucked uncontrollably. Wave after wave of sperm shot warmly into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue rolling it around the tip of my cock - sublime in its slickness. Then it was over, and I stood shivering. I leaned forward to steady myself against the wall of the cubicle over the cistern, the tip of my cock still sending weak pulses of seed into her mouth.
She pushed me back so I stood on my own two feet. I looked at her face. A smear of cum leered rudely at me from the corner of her mouth. She didn't open her mouth to speak, but leaned into me urgently. I returned the kiss, and was stunned to feel my own semen still in her mouth. She was pushing it into me with a hot tongue, feeding me my own sperm. I'd never tasted it before. Although it had a distant unpleasant saltiness that I suspected would normally make me gag, at this moment, with this girl, nothing had ever tasted so right. With incredulity I felt it sliding queasily down my gullet until there was nothing left but our tongues, suddenly much drier, wrapped around each other tenderly. She broke the kiss and we looked at each other.
In our passion, sperm had dribbled out of our mouths and was spreading as a stain on the white material between her small breasts. She looked down at it and then back up to me, biting her lower lip sexily.
"Whoops." she said finally, and broke into a smile again. An infinitely more knowing smile than those we'd exchanged earlier. Her hand slipped down between my legs again and she softly cupped my balls. We hugged.
"Is that all?" she finally whispered in my ear. The mere intimacy of a whisper in this vulnerable state was enough to send erotic shivers running down my spine.
"Not a fucking chance." I whispered back. She nodded, almost businesslike.
"We can't go back to mine," she said, finally.
"It's OK," I reassured her, "I've got a hotel room…"
"Your mates?" she asked - motioning at the door with her head as if they might come bursting through any minute.
"Different floor." I answered. Reaching into my pocket, I found the tiny scrap of silk that had passed for her underwear. I held them up next to my face.
"You still want these?" I asked. She giggled, a girlish
Those moments as you are undressed are among my favourite precursors to sex. Tonight, the feel of those buttons popping open under urgent fingers caused a splurge of clear fluid to leak out uncontrollably into my boxer shorts. She sat down on the toilet a look of sheer hunger in her clear blue eyes as she pulled out my cock. She licked her lips and looked up at me. I had never seen anything as wanton as this blue-eyed stranger sat skinnily on a toilet with my cock in her hand, next to her face.
"Be quick," she said. "I want to do lots of things with you." And then she plunged her mouth greedily onto my cock. Her left hand began to pump the base of my shaft and I could feel her prehensile tongue slide lasciviously under my foreskin, lapping up the fluids that were coursing from the tip. I inhaled sharply as her other hand grabbed my testicles, rotating the balls softly and lazily as she did so. There was no doubt now that this *was* going to be quick. I was starting to feel the first rumblings of orgasm running along my legs when her hand released my balls and slipped between my thighs. I felt a sharp fingernail between my buttocks... surely not...?
"I..." I began and then I felt her finger probing my arsehole, rubbing the puckered knot of flesh urgently. No one had *ever* done that to me. For a few heady seconds I surfed a mental wave of sheer filthiness as she fucked my arse with her finger and I fucked her face with my cock. And then, in a seismic, spastic second I was stood dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I unloaded all that pleasure in one sticky gob of ropey cum. I stood up on my toes as electric flashes of pleasure flashed behind my eyelids and my knees bucked uncontrollably. Wave after wave of sperm shot warmly into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue rolling it around the tip of my cock - sublime in its slickness. Then it was over, and I stood shivering. I leaned forward to steady myself against the wall of the cubicle over the cistern, the tip of my cock still sending weak pulses of seed into her mouth.
She pushed me back so I stood on my own two feet. I looked at her face. A smear of cum leered rudely at me from the corner of her mouth. She didn't open her mouth to speak, but leaned into me urgently. I returned the kiss, and was stunned to feel my own semen still in her mouth. She was pushing it into me with a hot tongue, feeding me my own sperm. I'd never tasted it before. Although it had a distant unpleasant saltiness that I suspected would normally make me gag, at this moment, with this girl, nothing had ever tasted so right. With incredulity I felt it sliding queasily down my gullet until there was nothing left but our tongues, suddenly much drier, wrapped around each other tenderly. She broke the kiss and we looked at each other.
In our passion, sperm had dribbled out of our mouths and was spreading as a stain on the white material between her small breasts. She looked down at it and then back up to me, biting her lower lip sexily.
"Whoops." she said finally, and broke into a smile again. An infinitely more knowing smile than those we'd exchanged earlier. Her hand slipped down between my legs again and she softly cupped my balls. We hugged.
"Is that all?" she finally whispered in my ear. The mere intimacy of a whisper in this vulnerable state was enough to send erotic shivers running down my spine.
"Not a fucking chance." I whispered back. She nodded, almost businesslike.
"We can't go back to mine," she said, finally.
"It's OK," I reassured her, "I've got a hotel room…"
"Your mates?" she asked - motioning at the door with her head as if they might come bursting through any minute.
"Different floor." I answered. Reaching into my pocket, I found the tiny scrap of silk that had passed for her underwear. I held them up next to my face.
"You still want these?" I asked. She giggled, a girlish
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