The Wandering Mistress

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The Wandering Mistress (closed - dangerousdarkeyes)

Northern California... Set sometime in the distant future....


It was a dark hallway. Lit only by the faint moonlight weaving through the open portions of windows, scattered scarcely across the hallway. James wasn't scared. He always felt fear was a useless emotion. But he was anxious. There was a certain air this evening in Roulen Chateau. It was at that moment James heard a knock on the door.

James wasn't used to visitors-- residing in the mountains in California, he enjoyed his rural environment. But, he couldn't say that he wasn't pleasantly surprised at the slender woman now standing before him-- she was gorgeous, he thought. Flowing black hair, striking green eyes. The contours of her body brought him familiar longings. But still, he couldn't help but wonder, why was this woman at his door?

"Can I come in?" she said, trembling a little from the cold night air. "I got in a fight with my husband while we were driving down the road. I've been wandering ever since."

"Yes, of course," said James. Although he wanted to be welcoming, and she was attractive, in the back of his mind he was always a little wary at letting in strangers...
 
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Sasha was 23, college graduate with a business degree, yet didn’t have to work. She lived off the money she had inherited from her parents who died in a plane crash. That had been before she started college, so she was very use to being on her own, although she never stayed alone very long.

Sasha had a secret, one that no one knew except her and the men she had been with, which were only two so far. Her secret, she loved to dominate men, telling them what to do, how to please her and other similar things. Although this whole dominance thing intrigued her, she was yet to really get the experience many mistress’s had whom were older than her.

She was getting ready to give up knocking on doors this evening when finally a nice looking man answered the door. He was much taller than her 5’5” and had a very toned body, dark hair and a dark mustache. She could tell by the way he answered the door, that he was careful about who he let in his house.

“Oh thank you, you have no idea how long I’ve been wondering around her trying to find someplace to get away from him. My name is Sasha, by the way. With that she stuck out her hand to greet him.
 
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"Nice to meet you" James replied. "You look cold. Come sit by the fire place while I get you a nice blanket." James could tell by the look on her face that she was relieved to finally be indoors. As he led her to the living room, he looked around the manor he had inhabited for the last 12 years of his life. The decor was high renaissance refined for a modern era. Persian tapestries speckled the walls. A collection of paintings-- all original-- amongst which were a few of his favorite van goghs.

Yes, by many standards life was good for James. But he was lonely. Reclusive. His nights were spent with sour diesel and Beethoven. He didn't go out much after making his fortune-- and while making it, he never bothered to meet lovers. He felt after making his money beautiful women would flock to him. But they didn't.

But perhaps he was too dark and introverted to meet anyone. So tonight brought with it a pleasant surprise, he felt, returning to the present scenario.... He had before him a voluptuous, young woman. He was sure she was, at least beginning, to melt under the distinction of his refined interior. It would be easy, he thought to himself as he showed her to the couch in front of the fire place. Just sit her down and make my move.....
 
Sasha moved to the fire which felt wonderfully warm. She put her hands close to it so that they would warm up quickly. While she sat there she looked around what she could see of his home and admired it immensely. It was perfect, she thought to herself, in fact much better than she could have hoped for. Now to get to know the man who owned this….

“You have a lovely home and thank you so much for inviting me in out of the cold. I’m not sure how much longer I could have stood it outside. It has gotten much colder as the evening gets later.” Sasha said, her voice held a soft sensual tone to it.

He had left the room for just a minute or too and she looked around some more, admiring the tapestries and the paintings, all of which she loved. When he returned he lay the warm blanket over her shoulders and she pulled it the rest of the way around her as a shiver went up her spine. She wore a thin silky royal blue dress that hung down to about mid thigh. It was the kind of dress that hugged her figure nicely, accentuating all her lovely curves. She also wore a baby blue bustier beneath the dress with garters holding up her hose, pushing her breasts up and out. She had sheer baby blue panties on and wore royal blue heels that were 4” high.

“I really am sorry for putting you out like this, but my husband had been drinking and when he drinks, he gets really mean. We were on are way to dinner and he started yelling at me for no reason. I was afraid he was going to do something like hit me, so I got him to stop the car and let me out. I’m not sure where he went but I’m guessing home and I really don’t want to run into him anywhere tonight.”

Her eyes met his as she told him her story, looking for a reaction from him to what she said.
 
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Not that any of this mattered. He was desperate for a companion.

"Stay as long as you would like. I couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to you."

He sat down next to Sasha. Something in her eyes told him that she wanted him. "You were going to dinner, let me bring you something nice to eat." He knew hunger could always stand in the way of a good thing. He planned on making his move when she not only was warm, but had a full stomach, maybe a little wine too. She would be in a good mood, maybe a little drunk, and perhaps even a little aroused.

As she finished her light meal, he placed his arm around her, moving in closer. He looked her deep into her eyes. He was going to pursue this woman.
 
“Thank you for the invitation and for the food,” she said when he told her she could stay as long as she wanted and when he brought her something to eat.

The food was great as was his company and when he sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders, she smiled. Apparently he had already decided to put the moves on.

“Do you want to kiss me, James?” she asked him, looking directly into his eyes, her eyes sparkling. “Just ask me” she said with a slight commanding tone, but very soft and seductive.
 
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And at that he needed no more. He couldn't remember the Last time he'd been with a woman, and surprisingly, for some, this only added to his arousal, not his anxiety. He placed one hand on her buttocks as he press his lips against hers. The moistness of them gave James his first hint of an erection.

At that, he brought Sasha's hand to his trousers, running it delicately against what was now bulging against his upper thigh. He could smell her moistening, telling him he was now free to take things at his leisure. So he made sure to not to be too brash as he removed his hand from her plump bottom to cup her breasts. And he made sure not to be too swift in pulling out his now throbbing cock, after all, he had been conditioned to the idea that pleasures are best in moderation.

But he could tell she was pleased when he finally did. Possibly a little impatient for him to do so, he thought. She seemed surprisingly Hungry for his man meat, he would think looking back on the occasion. But of course, in trying to keep his cool in a daze of testosterone, this was not at the front of his mind.

Women were always surprised at the girth of his penis, James being a rather slender man. His member was uncircumcised. When fully erect, his head would jut slightly out from his foreskin, seven and a half inches total. As he splayed his cock for Sasha, he ran his fingers through her hair, putting a slight pressure on the back of her head, hoping she would get the hint that he wanted his cock sucked, no slobbered on.
 
His kiss, even though he didn’t ask, was deeply passionate and she felt a longing in him that probably matched her own, for it had been sometime since she was kissed let alone touched like that. She didn’t push to hard about him not asking to kiss her and she didn’t pull away when his hand slid hers against his bulging tent in his pants. It was easy to let him assume he was in control for now.

Sasha moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, fondling them. She arched her back pushing her breasts up closer to his touch, moaning gave way to lust when he finally opened his pants and she could see his cock. Although when she felt his hand on her head pushing her a bit as if to suck it, she could not let it go any further like that.

“Down boy,” she said in a soft seductive yet domineering voice. “There’s no hurrying with pleasure.”

She reached out her hand and curled her fingers around his cock, hearing him groan out as she gave it a slight squeeze.

“You’ve got an exceptional cock, it should be treated that way,”

Sasha began stroking it, up and down, then she spit on her hand and stroked him more easily coating it with her saliva. She sucked on her thumb for a second or two, getting it extremely wet and then circled the head of his cock with it while her other hand moved to hold and fondle his balls. She was intent on taking her time with him.

Then without a word, she slapped his cock gently back and forth, before returning her hand to stroke him a bit faster.
 
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James snapped back his hand as Sasha seemed slightly offended by his forthrightness. He was startled by how her tone had changed so quickly. But as she tugged away at his penis, any inquisitive feelings which may have been floating around in James' mind quickly subsided. He sat back in euphoria as she toyed him. He could feel her saliva seep around his bulging veins. He wanted to cum all over the woman sitting next to him each time she pumped his cock.


As she massaged his scrotum, he gave his legs a slight spread to make it easier for her. in earnest he was beginning to enjoy her lead. He saw precum rise as she continued to fondle his balls. As she picked up speed, james could feel an orgasm rise. He didn't bother masturbating too often these days; it wasn't productive. The amount of testosterone he had built up due to his infrequent encounters with women, consisting predominately of the occasional escort, led to him blowing a rather large load over Sasha's face sooner than he would have liked.

James hopped from the couch.

"I'm so sorry," he offered. Though he could already feel another erection arising in his pants as he watched part of the gooey mess ooze from Sasha's nose down along her chin and drip onto her cleavage. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her right there.

But instead he ventured into the kitchen, grabbed a hand towel and some cannabis, and sat down next to Sasha. After packing a bowl in his favorite illadelph, and allowing Sasha a minute to wipe her face, he attempted to move in to finish what h started. For another boner was well on its way to culmination in Jamess underpants....
 
“I can’t believe you just did that?” she exclaimed with a bit of anger in her voice. “You couldn’t think of a better place to aim that, you’re one naughty man.” she said, taking the hand towel and wiping of his cum from her face, trying to cool herself down.

“Well are you going to light that up?” she asked, now that her mood had changed drastically, a little pot would solve that problem.

“Rule 1, don’t ever cum in my face, it is a major turn off,” she said seriously. “I don’t have to many rules as I’m pretty easy to get along with and like a lot of things, but not that one.”

After he lit the bowl and offered it to her she took a deep hit on it and handed it back. She was surprised how good it was and actually surprised he brought something like that out with a stranger there. For all he knew, she could have been a cop.

“Very good,” she said as soon as she let out her breath, having held it fairly long. She took another hit from it and then refused any more too much would leave her feeling to relaxed for anything but eating and sleeping.

Her mood was changing though and she was feeling very sexual and aroused once again, losing the anger she had at what he had done.
This time she moved against him and pressed her lips to his, parting them and pushing her tongue into his mouth sensually exploring it. She took hold of his hand this time and placed it on her covered breast, moaning softly at the feel of his hand on her.
 
In an elegantly inebriated state, James' concerns from Sasha's "rules" were beginning to dwindle rather quickly. He didn't think his next load would be aimed with any greater caution. However, he was pleased that she seemed to be enjoying his cannabis. After all, their cultivation had become a pass-time for James after establishing his fortune. The rolling hills in his backyard, along with the nearby greenhouse, hosted more than a few plants.

As James pants were still unzipped, Sasha could see the tip of his penis peaking out as it engorged itself from the sensuality of her touch. Their tongues danced as James changed what began as a sensual cupping of the breast to a serious groping. He moved his free hand down the crack of Sasha's bottom, squeezing it gently before moving one finger to toy her clit as he massaged her puckered asshole. He took his time circling around her sphincter with his thumb as he slowly began to penetrate her vagina with one, and then two fingers.

As he felt her juices begin to rise, he broke the kiss to begin sucking at her nipples. He heard a tender moan. He penetrated her vagina more quickly now, but the circular motions of his tongue as he suckled her hardening nipples remained slow and purposeful. As he looked he took a break to look her in the face, he could see th eminent pleasure she was experiencing. He then mounted Sasha with a steely intent to unhinge her vaginal walls...
 
Although Sasha was experiencing very arousing emotions, she also felt as if she was practically being raped. The man had not bothered to undress, nor was she underessed. He had pushed down her top so that he could grope her breasts, fondling them until the nipples were hard little points. He had pulled her moist panties down just a bit as his fingers penetrated her hot sex, which made her moan. And she wiggled around as he massaged her puckered anus, all without asking and just pushing his way thru. Besides that, he hadn’t spoke one word to her.

As he tried to mount her, that was when she had enough and pushed him completely off to land on the floor.

“I don’t know what you’re use to, but I didn’t come knocking on your door to have you practically rape me. My god man, you haven’t spoken a word to me, yet you see to think you have permission to do what ever you want to my body.” she was saying, now not carrying whether he was angry at her or not. “I don’t appreciate being man handled and pushed into fucking someone who doesn’t even care if we are naked or not.”

She looked at him sitting on the floor, her eyes trained on his and she was very serious. “You aren’t going any further with me right now, if at all…is that clear? You have every right to tell me to go and I will, but if you prefer to have pleasure, it will not be like this, with our clothes half on and messed up, and definitely not in silence.”

Sasha stood up and straightened out her clothing, believing he was going to tell her to leave and thought maybe that would be best, since he was a bit hard to handle and didn’t talk.
 
Odd, James thought. Things seemed to be going along smoothly. And while he was certainly aware of his dominant tendencies, he always figured women were attracted to them.

"But of course," James offered in solace, "the whole notion of rape is dependent upon it being forced rather than walked into." James was perplexed as he looked Sasha in the eyes, feeling perhaps a little guilty had he really been brash in his lusty state. He tried to gleam an answer from her gaze.

"I don't appreciate bring man handled and being pushed into fucking someone who doesn't even care whether we are naked" Sasha exclaimed, voice rising. James could see a vein bulging in her forehead, she certainly seemed more than a little angry. Though he was bewildered how anyone could switch from such a seemingly sensual state to one of anger.

As he sat on the floor looking up at her, and she threatened him with her leaving, he thought of all of the lonely nights he had bed experiencing as of late. With that, a wheel clicked n his mind: "how shall we receive our pleasure?" Considering her anger at his dominance, he quickly added, "your wish is my command."
 
“Well, that is a good start,” she said, her voice soft and sensual once again.

“Why don’t we first start with taking off your clothes, I’d like to watch you do that in a nice and slow teasing way. I’m sure you know how, you have such a fine sexy body.”

She looked at him and held out a hand to help him up, although he could have pulled her right down on him, but she was pretty sure he wouldn’t.

“After you finish undressing and I get to admire your body, then you can undress me very slowly, no groping, just undress me.”

She wondered what his thoughts were and why suddenly he had changed his attitude, although it really didn’t matter, he was much more compliant now and she enjoyed that.
 
"I appreciate the compliment," James replied, "but I've actually never done this before." So he was a little hesitant as he pulled off his white tee shirt. But he was aware of his sculpted form, so as he saw the lust rise in Sasha's eyes as she stared at his abs, he grew more seductive in his movements. He slowly began to peel off his socks and his lounge pants. He stood there in front of her for a second, stripped down to his underwear. He looked her deep in the eyes, asking "did I tease you to your satisfaction?"

At this point. James was trying to be on his best behavior. THe gorgeous woman with which his eyes were locked had already threatened him with her leave once, he felt lucky, in earnest, that she was remaining in his company. He didn't wanto be too brash, as he felt he might have been early, as their sexual encounter progressed. He wasn't even sure if he shouldn't be trying to keep the blood down which was rushing to the head of his penis.

His mind shot back to a previous occasion, when, at the office, a woman he was pursuing told him rather frankly her feelings towards his "chauvinistic perversion." He wasn't trying to end this night with anything other Han his penis deep in her sexual glands, and sensual memories of her nails against his back. He felt perhaps if he could show her how well he piled behave, perhaps she would let him retun o the groping and ravaging ith hitch he wanted to begin this encounter.

With his boxers sill on, after holding down his erection for what felt like a while, he askedsasha for permission to gently strip he clothes, feeling the strong urge to admire her body.
 
She watched him closely and at first was a bit disappointed how quickly he took his shirt off. But then she got a good look at his abs and her eyes only held lust for his body. It wasn’t too long and he was slowly doing a tease with his clothes slowly coming off. She admired every part of his body, although he kept her from seeing his erection.

When he asked if he teased her to satisfaction, she replied, “Very much so, except for your boxers. I want to see them off too and then you have my permission to take my clothes off slowly.”

She was standing up looking him up and down, a smile on her face and her moisture on her panties. He was such a fox, she thought to herself, and a very sexy one at that. She waited anxiously for him to remove his boxers so that he would be completely naked and not be able to hide his erection when stripping her of her clothes. That was what she was anxious to see along with the feel of his hands slowly touching her as he stripped her.
 
He was more comfortable at this point. Pleased that she seemed to be growing more and more aroused. He held her gaze as he slowly slid his boxers down his knees, leaving them on the floor. He stood there in his nakedness, trying to imagine what lay under sasha's linens before stripping them off. He started to stroke his cock a little at the thought before moving in to remove her clothes.

He placed his hand tenderly on the back of her neck as he moved in closer. He softly kissed her neck and her cleavage before kneeling down before her sex. He kneeled there for a moment, eye level with her vagina, as he slid his hands slowly up her buttocks before standing back up to remove the strap from her left shoulder, and then her right. he watched her straps falter down before sliding her dress down past her breast, pausing for a moment to admire them as they popped out of her tight blue dress. He didn't touch her bra, but instead continued to slide her dress down until it was situated on the floor around her heels. He kneeled down, picking up one fott at a time, and slipped her dress off, before setting it neatly on the floor.

He next began to work on her shoes. He took each off, but after doing so, he picked up her right foot and began to sensually suck her big toe, and subsequently nibble on each of the smaller ones before making his way to her little toe.

James cock was throbbing when he stood back up. he then removed her bra and panties, and actually brought her moist panties to his nose before tossing them aside. he then placed his hands on her shoulders, signaling her to sit down on the couch, and he began to give her oral pleasure. his tongue frolicked in her sweet juices, sliding it in and out of her cunt. "You taste like a goddess," he told her, looking up shortly before returning to his pleasant task.
 
Sasha did not react outwardly as he dropped his pants and revealed his cock, but inside her blood was beginning to boil. She quickly looked back into his eyes as he slowly and teasingly removed her clothes. Each time he touched her, shivers went up and down her spine. His hands were well practiced in the art of pleasing and teasing a woman.

When he slipped her dress to the floor, then began sucking on her toes, at first she wiggled around. She was very ticklish and that was tickly her but she continued to allow him to do it and soon it was very arousing, sending tingles right straight to her moist shaven pussy. She actually moaned softly before he stopped and put her foot down.

He removed her bra and panties, with a bit of haste and then signaled for her to sit. At first she was going to protest, but his hands on her shoulders pretty much pushed her down. He was quicker than she was because the next thing she felt was his tongue licking her puffy pink pussy lips. Sasha pressed back on the couch and with one hand, wrapped in his hair, pushing him closer against her pussy, grinding herself on his face.

“Oohh yesss, that’s a good boy,” she murmured. “Make me cum all over your face…”
 
As he furiously slid his tongue in and out of her pussy, she placed her hand gently in his hair, bringing him further into her moist cove. He felt the prickles of her freshly shaven pussy against the tip of his nose as she began grinding on his face. As she guided his head around her pussy, he took his hands and placed them around her hips, letting the tips of his fingers rest along her crack. She then tightened her grip to the point he had to break occasionally to breath. He found that arousing. Each time he moved his face from her woman hood, he could feel the air gently brush against the moist cum covering his facade.

It was a good ten to fifteen minutes before his tongue grew tired. He was hesitant to stop, because she seemed to be enjoying herself so much. James got a strong sense of arousal at knowing he was pleasing a woman. He moved his head back a little from her vagina and looked her in her cold blue eyes. After she looked down at him and their eyes locked for a moment, he placed one hand on each of her knees, helping himself up to a position where he could feel her mouth against his. He looked down at his cock. His little friend had been neglected for quite some time he felt.

He ran his fingers though her hair gently and began to nibble on her earlobe. He had one hand slowly stroking his cock as he whispered into her ear, "you've gotten your pleasure, but now I think it's my turn..."
 
Sasha had cum several times, the man was excellent with his tongue. When he came up to kiss her, she could taste herself on his lips, their kiss was long and lingering. She felt his fingers run thru her hair which gave her delightful chills, having her hair played with had always been a turn on.

"you've gotten your pleasure, but now I think it's my turn..." he whispered in her ear, his warm breath felt against her neck.

“Ahhhh, yes, we mustn’t forget your pleasure,” she said softly, in a very seductive tone.

Sasha replaced his hand that was stroking his cock, with her own hand, and curled her fingers around the base. She slowly started stroking him, allowing her thumb to circle the head of his cock.

“You really need this sucked, don’t you lover?” she said, more as a matter of fact than a question.

She bent down and as she was stroking his cock slow and sensitive, she began licking just the head of his cock. She felt it growing hard and twitching in her hand. With her free hand she reached down and fondled his sac, and then used her mouth to suck on one ball then the other. As she felt him getting closer to the edge, she stopped everything.

“Do you like that lover? I can keep doing it, but first you have to promise me you won’t cum until I tell you too.” she said, her voice still very sensual and seductive.
 
James let out a soft "mmm" as Sasha cupped the base of his cock with her soft fingers. He closed his eyes and slightly arched his back in pleasure as she slid her hand slowly up and down. He then laid back, resting his back against the couch, as her thumb played in the precum puddling at the head of his cock.

"You really need this sucked, don't you lover?" Sasha told him as their eyes were still locked. James only responded by holding the eye contact and returning a slight smile. She knew exactly what he wanted and she knew it.

As her tongue toyed his cock and he felt the sticky saliva against it, it bulged to its limits. He began to slightly thrust his hips forward as she sucked on his testicles one at a time. He was enjoying the slow teasing pleasure. But he wasn't close to cumming. He learned his lesson on that front last time. James felt he had tremendous self-control when he wanted to.

"...Don't cum until I tell you to." Sasha whispered to him softly. James was beginning to recognize Sasha's skill in pleasing others. From what he had seen so far, and hoping to only be pleased further, James responded, somewhat thoughtlessly, "I want you to be in complete control of my orgasm..."
 
Sasha smiled, knowing she was in control of his orgasm. She slowly had her hand stroking up and down his penis a bit quicker while she put the head of his cock in her mouth and began sucking on it. With her other hand she caressed and fondled his balls. She flicked her tongue back and forth licking up the precum, which tasted very good to her. Then she would go back to sucking on the tip while her tongue licked all around the rim and underneath it.

She listened for his moans and groans and now and then watched as he clutched at the couch. She finally moved so that she was kneeling between his open legs and took her tongue from his cock, to slowly lick his inner thighs, getting closer to his balls as she went. Her hand never left his cock, continuing to stroke it and circle the head with her thumb.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she got closer to his groin and ran her tongue along his sac and around the base of his shaft, layering it with her saliva.

As her mouth moved closer, he could feel the warmth of her breath against his groin. She sucked in one ball rolling it around in her mouth, licking and sucking on it. After which, she did the same with the other one, teasing and tormenting him like she wanted to.

Sasha finally moved her head to above his cock, and forming a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth, she put it around the head of his cock. Slow and patiently she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, sucking and licking as she went. Her one hand still pumping his cock while her other hand fondling his balls.

As her mouth dropped down further on his cock, to where she could feel it hitting the back of her throat, she gagged several times. It took her a couple times to relax her tight throat, but finally she was able to and let his cock slide down her tight wet throat. She moaned against his cock adding more pleasure for both of them. Sasha would keep going up and down, first quickly, then slow. Sometimes she would grind her face against his groin as she had his entire cock in her mouth. She continued teasing and tormenting him, always stopping for a minute or two if he seemed too tense or getting to close to cumming.
 
The warmth of her mouth felt good against his cock as she stroked it up and down. He felt a slight shiver run his spine from the caressing touch of her fingers on his ball sack. He shuddered as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue, lapping up his precum. He smiled slightly as he watched her position herself between his knees.
Each time she circled the tip of his penis, slightly penetrating his urethra each time her fingers crossed its opening, he wanted to spurt his load. But he wouldn't. And she seemed to be able to sense each time she came close, as she would pull back and smile at him, allowing an elongation of his pleasure.

His cock raged at the saliva slowly finding its way along the bulging veins of his cock, and forming a slight pool in his pubic region. He looked down, pleased, as she rolled each testicle in her mouth. James loved having wet, sloppy sexual glands during intercourse. As he watched, he scooped up a little of her saliva from his pubic region with a finger to taste it.

She then rose, and before giving him a break so he wouldn't yet orgasm, she worked his cock into the depths of her throat. James could feel the walls of her throat against his bulging cock. He could feel the wet warmth prolapsing around his cock as it sld in deeper and deeper. He could feel the slight scrape of her teeth against his shaft as she slid up and down. James always liked that.

As she gagged, his cock only got sloppier. His pubic hairs were quickly becoming drenched. This only added to his arousal, which began to feel much more like ecstasy as she moaned against his cock. The vibrations sent him further into this pleasurable abyss. She stopped for a moment, she could feel the eminent orgasm rising in James. He could too. But he knew it was too early to come. So as she sat there, between his legs, James tenderly cupped one of her hands, helping Sasha onto his lap. He whispered in her ear "You own my cock." He saw a subtle smile rise in Sasha's expression when he told her that. "But won't you give it a break," he added, "and sit on my face?"
 
“Hmm, sit on your face, that sounds like a great idea, especially since you said I own your cock.” Sasha replied, loving the idea that he was not mistaken about whose cock his was.

“Okay, but why don’t you lay down here on the floor, where I have more room to sit on your face.” she said, standing up and stretching up bit.

She looked over every inch of his body as he got off the couch and laid down on the carpet. He was a fine figure for a man, one that made her desires that much more intense.

Once he was lying down, she went and stood above his head, then knelt down, spreading her knees apart on each side of his head. Finally she relaxed and lowered herself down so that her hot wet pussy was directly in on his face.

“Go to it, sexy,” she said, her voice again soft and sensual.
 
I got up and positioned myself comfortably on my back, resting my head on my hands, and spreading my legs slightly, with a bend at the knees. The bristles of the persian carpet were at first a little prickly, but this was hardly a concern as I obliged myself with the pleasant view of Sasha: her legs spread, and hot wet pussy hovering above my face. As she finally lowered herself so that my lips touched her vagina, and my nose was giving her anus a slight eskimo's kiss, I considered playing with my cock. But left it alone, judging I should recover some endurance.

"Go to it sexy." And I indulged myself. I tilted my chin up slightly, wanting my tongue to penetrate as deeply as possible, tasting her juices, and embracing the wetness now covering my face. I heard a slight moan. The unchecked arousal circulating through my body caused my hips to arch up a little, and my butt cheeks to clench, as I continued eating her pussy. She began to grind my face, and I felt her asshole rub against my nose, only adding to the sexual energy soon to be released.

I decided that there actually may be one event in which touching my cock would be justified. Without asking her, (though to my defense, I thought, my mouth was full) I took my index finger, ran it over the head of my cock, getting an appropriate amount of precum as lube, and pressed slightly against her asshole as I continued eating her pussy, and she continued moaning while slightly grinding my now cum-plasterred face.

I inserted my finger slowly into her asshole. Very slowly. As I did, she arched her back, let out a soft cry of pleasure, and let it slide in about two and a half inches further.
 
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