CHAPTER 3
She stopped massaging him and he felt, with some disappointment, the pressure of her breasts go away. Was that it? He hoped not. He had felt his cock starting to harden and he didn’t want that feeling to go away. Even if he didn’t get what he wanted from her he had a feeling this was going to give him plenty to think about when he was home alone next, jerking himself off.
Little did he know, however, that things were about to move on to the next level.
She took hold of the back of the chair and spun it around, slowly, so that he was facing her. She was still leaning down so that they were facing one another. He could feel the change in the atmosphere of the room. Something was about to happen. He was sure of it now.
She was so close to him now. Her face – that beautiful pale face with those full, red lips – was all that he could see. All that he wanted to see at that moment.
“Better?” she asked in a sultry tone. He gulped, unable to find the words. Instead, he simply nodded.
“Much better,” she said, agreeing with him.
She looked at him, closely, once again as though she was trying to work something out about him.
And then it happened. She leaned in closer, closer, and suddenly those gorgeous, full lips of hers were on his, kissing him. The kiss started off light yet insistent. For a moment he didn’t really know what he was meant to do. But then he felt her tongue pushing into his mouth and instinct took over. His tongue moved to hers and the two of them met. He reached up with one hand and ran it through her thick, dark hair, taking hold of a handful of it.
She reached out and her hands pushed up underneath his shirt, stroking his body.
She stepped in close and suddenly she had one leg on either side of him. She stood up and looked down at him, smiling. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. And yet, he could still taste her in his mouth, he could reach out and take hold of her if he wanted.
Her dress had pushed up, showing more of her legs. She sat down, straddling him, facing him. She stroked his face.
As she had straddled him her dress had pushed up even further. He reached out and took hold of her thighs. He could feel her against his rock-hard cock now. Every shift of her body was heavenly as she moved against him.
She leaned down to kiss him again. The kiss was long, slow, and sensual. He did his best to take it all in – the feel of those lips, the pressure of them
on his, the movement of her tongue against his.
There was more than just that to take in, however. The feel of her soft skin – his hands moving on her thighs, squeezing them, stroking them. Her body grinding against him, against his cock. He knew that she must be able to feel the hardness down there – it felt big and heavy to him, there was simply no way that she could not be aware of it. And besides, her movements had started off as just her finding her position but now there seemed to be something more rhythmic to it and it felt as though she was grinding herself against him deliberately, rubbing the hard bulge in his pants against herself so that she could get off in her own way.
His hands moved further round, taking hold of her ass through her panties. He could feel the material of them – frilly and delicate – and then his hands slipped in below them and he felt her ass – full and round and juicy – in his hands. He gripped it hard as they continued kissing.
She was undoing his shirt, pushing at it. Then she leaned back from the kiss. She pulled the shirt and he reluctantly had to remove his hands from their position on her ass so that she could push his shirt off. She looked at his body approvingly. He took hold of her ass again, pulling her as close as he possibly could, wanting to feel her pussy grinding up against his cock again.
They kissed again and one of his hands left her ass and moved up her body. He found one of her breasts – big and soft – and started kneading it through her dress. He moved his mouth, kissing her throat, licking at it, sucking at it. He moved down, down, and finally, he was there. He still couldn’t believe any of this but perhaps this was the thing that he found most amazing of all. Those breasts that he had struggled not to stare at were right there now as he buried his face between them where they protruded from her dress. He kissed the exposed part of them, feeling how soft they were to
his touch. She stroked his head and let out a little moan of approval and pleasure.
This was good, but it wasn’t enough. He had enjoyed his first taste of them but he wanted more. He wanted all of them. He pulled his head back and smiled at her. Then he looked down at her breasts – he told himself that he could look at them as much as he wanted now – and then he tugged at her dress, pulling it down. It didn’t take much doing – her breasts had wanted to spill out of that dress all night and they didn’t take much encouragement.
He gasped to himself, his eyes widening in wonder. For a moment he just stared at them. They were perfect, everything he could ever have dreamed that they would be. Big, round, with flawless skin and large, dark nipples. The color of the nipples contrasted with her pale skin.
Pam smiled at him, enjoying his attention and his approval of her breasts. He reached out with one hand and took hold of one of them, wanting to feel all of it in his hand. He moved his hand inward till it reached the nipple. He toyed with it, gently, and noted that she seemed to be enjoying it. Her breathing had quickened and her smile had taken on a sleepy, contented aspect.
He leaned down now and kissed them again. Now that they were unleashed he kissed them all over, pushing them and lifting them, feeling the weight of them. His mouth moved to one of the nipples. He kissed it lightly and heard Pam moan happily. He kissed it again, harder, and then he started to suck at it. He sucked hard and heard her moans intensify. She started to grind at his cock with even more urgency. Her hand found the back of his head and held him there, latched onto her nipple that had stiffened under his touch.
Her other hand was on his body, tracing every single part of him.
Then, it reached his pants. She pulled at the belt impatiently, as though annoyed at anything that was keeping her away from where she wanted to be. She shifted herself on his lap so that she had room to move her hand into his pants.
She managed to get his pants undone enough to get in there, however, and she reached down and grabbed hold of his cock. For a moment it felt strange to him, having someone else holding onto it like this, but as soon as she started jerking him off it started to feel amazing. He kept sucking at her breasts, moving from one to the other, as she started playing with his cock.
He felt a moment of panic where he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last with her. This all felt so incredible he felt sure that he might shoot his load in his pants at any second.
Before he could get to that point, however, she took the hand away. He took his mouth away from her breasts to see what was coming next. Surely this wasn’t it, he thought to himself. It had felt as though things were just getting started. If she took it all away now he felt as though his balls might explode.
Her breasts were wet with his saliva. He looked from them to her face. She stood up, slowly. Her breasts sat there, looking incredible.
She stood in front of him and pulled at her dress. He watched it fall down to the floor so that she was standing in nothing but her panties. They were black with see-through patches that gave him a hint of what lay within. He reached out and took hold of her ass, pulling her to him, wanting to get at her pussy. But as he got her panties close to his face, she pulled back.
Not yet,” she told him, and he knew that he had to do whatever she said. She had him completely under her control.