A New Sexy Era Pt. 01

I was 27 and working at a language school in a cold, cold city in Canada. I had a French-speaking client, looking to improve his English. Married with children, he had an apartment in my city for the week, and returned home every weekend to a big Canadian city he called home. He was quietly attentive and kind in class, and always appropriate. For Christmas, he gave me a box of chocolates. For my birthday, a gift certificate. I enjoyed teaching him, and as he was high up in his company, being requested by him gave me a degree of cachet with my employer.

One very cold night after class, he offered to drive me home. I accepted. He parked in front of my home. I turned to thank him and he said to me, "I just want you to know how much I enjoy your classes." I thanked him, and went to leave, and he pulled me slightly. Looking deep into my eyes he repeated, "I want you to know how much I enjoy your classes." i stopped. My mouth made an 'o' shape of surprise. I wasn't quite understanding what was going on but I was mesmerized by his intense stare. Into the circle of my mouth, he popped a finger, and out of instinct, I sucked.

He gasped, and I kept sucking. First the tip, hard, sharp little sucks, and then I started to suck harder, taking in more and more of his finger. I didn't find this 50 man attractive, but I did like that he gave me gifts, and I did like having an outlet for my horniness. Yakacık Escort He pulled his finger out, and grabbed me close and kissed me deeply. As his tongue collided with mine, I felt my pussy throb and I unzipped my coat, grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast.

My breasts. My tits. My juggs. My hangars. My big naturals. My massive melons. At 27, I was a 32FF and my gorgeous, firm big ones were a magnet for lots of sexy attention that I adored. My tits are my numero uno erogenous zone. Just looking at them, makes me horny. Having this rich, powerful man's hand on one of them was one of the sexiest things I'd experienced to date (though more was to come) and I wanted us to play. I wasn't attracted to him per se...but turned on at the thought of having sex with a man just for the sake of having sex. I was immensely turned on by realizing that...I was a slut.

He groaned as he tried to cover my tit with his hand, and came up short. He kneaded, and I gasped, loudly, and my eyes rolled back a little at the exquisite delight of it. He went under my top, and flesh on top of flesh, he squeezed again, and a little moan escaped my mouth. His fingers went hunting for a nipple and on locating, he pinched it at which I moaned again, as I kissed him even deeper.

I broke away for air. "Come in," I suggested and dishevelled clothes aside, I led him into my apartment. Yakacık Escort Bayan On closing the door, we started again. Kissing deeply as outer clothes came off quickly. We paused for our shoes and I took him to my bedroom. I pushed him on to my bed, held a finger to my lips to quiet him, and then slowly undressed myself for him. Nylons first, then skirt shimmied off to reveal a black, lacy thong. I twirled to let him see my firm, big ass, and he sighed. Shirt off next, and there I was, lacy lingerie combo on, in front of my client. My tits, engorged with my lust, were popping out of my bra cup. Already big, they now looked huge and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

I climbed into his lap, and bent my head to kiss him. He supported me from the back, and I started grinding. I could feel his hard cock, and wanted it badly. I didn't need foreplay, I wanted cock. But he, mesmerized by my boobs, started nuzzling at them. First it was just dragging his nose and mouth all over. Then he got bolder and his tongue started. Most of my nipple was showing outside of my bra, and he licked at them both. Hearing my moans intensify, he started sucking. At this point, I was swaying in ecstasy, and he moved us back further on the bed, freeing his hands from supporting me. Once his hands were available, he went nuts on my tits. Grabbing, kneading, playful slaps, sucking, pinching, Escort Yakacık and as my moans intensified, he popped my tits out of the bra cups, but leaving my bra on. "I like it like this," he grunted, as he wriggled out of his shirt and pants. I started grind riding, aflame with both desire, and the sheer enjoyment of watching my tits bounce, in semi-freedom.

Finally he took off his boxers, and let me feast my eyes on his cock. It wasn't a big cock, but what did I care. Being super-tight, and super-horny, and knowing it was hard for me was enough. I restraddled him, and clit to cock, let him feel how turned on I was. Then pulling back, I took my bra off, and said, "this is how I like to suck cock". I pulled him to his feet, and knelt before him, my arms around his waist, my mouth around his hard, pulsating dick. And I started to suck. With every mouth to cock movement, he moaned, one hand in my hair, one hand on a heavy tit, either kneading or pulling at my nipple. As I took him even further into my mouth, I ran my hands along his crack, going deeper with my hands as I went deeper with my mouth. He took me by the hair and guided my sucks to a rhythm that pleased him, and the nipple pinching became harder.

"I can't last much longer," he said, and I rubbed his asshole directly. "Oh god," he moaned and pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Hold your tits up," he ordered, and I complied, ready to receive his cum. He cummed hard on me, groaning with each ejaculation, and tugging on himself until he was dry.

He pulled me up by the hair, kissed me deeply, while whispering heatedly, "Your turn", and then ordered me to the bed.

TO BE CONTINUED...