"A Job With Benefits, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Bi Sexual Encounters
As we walked toward the elevator, she whispered in my ear. "I'm about to enter your lair and we haven't been introduced. This is very unlike me."
"No problem." I took her hand and held it softly in mine, kneading it slightly. "I'm Mat and you are, besides adorable..."
"Marna."
"M-m-m, that name has kissable letters."
We stepped into the elevator, but immediately three men got in after all, all talking animatedly about some business matter. We backed into the rear. I stood behind her enjoying the feel of her perky ass against my crotch. To my delight, she reached back and cupped my stiffness. What fun that the bozos in front of us guessed nothing.
We got off before they did. I carded my door and we entered. As soon as we were inside, I took her around and gave her my patented first kiss. I always believe that the first kiss ought to establish authority, not try to get a girl's panties wet. It worked perfectly. She slumped into me, her breasts pressing against my jacket.
"My I use your shower?" She said surprisingly.
"Sure, there are terry robes on the door. Please help yourself. And...oh...I must tell you that there is something screwy with the lights there. When I was taking a shower, before dinner, that kept going out then getting extra bright before they settled down."
"Glad you told me, otherwise I might think you were taking pictures of me."
If I only knew the secret laugh she was having on me.
I put the brandy on the coffee table and got some glasses. Setting up the stage, I guess. I stood checking out the ornate, Frenchy style furniture and there, near the picture window, overlooking New York City, was a concert grand piano, white with gold scrollwork on it. I play a little, nothing great, mostly old popular songs.
I slipped off my jacket, opened my shirt another button and sat down on the bench. I ran a couple of trial chords and runs. Shit, this was some instrument. It was in perfect tune and its long strings sustained like an organ. I began a sure winner, "Time Goes By" pretending I was Humphrey Bogart. I really got into the playing and didn't hear Marna behind me.
She slipped her hands down my loosened shirt and began stroking my nipples. This girl was not only hot, but also smart. Most girls don't seem to know that guys are very sensitive there and there seems to be a wire that leads right down to the crotch.
I was enjoying an instant hard on. The blood left my head and raced to my cock, that lightheadedness was better than getting high on booze. I figured, if I let her go on, there would be no turning back.
I stood up from the bench. Standing straight and making my pronouncement it was a little silly with my prick sticking out of my thin dress pants. She glanced down and smiled. I didn't know then that she knew exactly the way my package looked, at least soft.
I cleared my throat. "Marna, I think you are one of the hottest girls I have ever seen. I want nothing more than to strip off my clothes and open that robe and lick your breasts, but I'm not gonna."
She looked at me shocked. "Why Mat, I thought we would be so good together. Look, we're both in NYC alone. I for one need the kind of company you can provide. Let's go."
I was now further across the room from her, near the bath. "Marna, get in here and get dressed and leave. You can report to our Mr. Smith that I passed the test, that your seduction failed; that I have control of myself in a hot situation."
Suddenly she broke out laughing. "You are too much. What gave me away?"
I began to soften, now that she was admitting the whole ploy. "A woman like you, so beautiful, so cute and sexy would never try to seduce a guy. All she has to do is just stand there."
"Well, now that it's out in the open...let's fuck."
It was my turn to laugh. I chuckled all across the room, undressing as I approached her, hopping on one foot as I took off my stocks and shoes until I was nude. Now I am pretty proud of how I look undressed. No fat on this body narrow waist, good chest and hot ass, and a nice meaty cock with hanging balls. Those balls swung back and forth as I came near her, my engorged cock radiating male hormones into the air.
I reached out and took the terry robe from her shoulders. Wow, her breasts were the best I had every seen outside of a photograph, cone shaped, descending from her shoulders in a gentle curve. Her generous pink puckered flesh surrounded her insolent nipples.
I pressed the length of my body against her, feeling those breasts burning against my chest. We wound our hands around each other and grasped tight, holding on for support as we began our wild ride.
We crossed the room like a couple in a one-legged potato race, finally ending up on the damask couch. I landed on first, on my back. She got off my and went to her knees beside the couch. "Just lay there...enjoy."
She was a master of pleasure as she began kissing my lips with small baby kisses. That always gets me going. I was gasping with excitement, but next she began on my tits, doing much more than she had with her fingers earlier. She suckled and licked and pulled them into her mouth as if she was giving my nipples a blowjob. I was breathing so hard, I felt faint. But there was more. She lifted my muscular, slightly hairy legs and parted them. She dove down under balls and began licking that creased area behind them, just before my asshole. No woman had ever done that before. If there was PHD for sex, she must have it.
Her actions were making electric currents run up and down my back. I must have looked stupid with a slack, dripping mouth, but I didn't care. MORE! I screamed silently. And there was more as he dainty mouth opened wide and her little cat tongue began to lick my cock head. "M-m-m-m," she said, revealing herself as one of those rare gals that loved licking cock.
In a moment my cock was enveloped in her wet, hot mouth and she, with soulful eyes, was sucking it softly, singing her own pleasure around it.
In that part of my brain that still functioned, I knew that this girls was one in a million. A keeper, but if she continued, my back would arch and my cock would begin to spurt. I loved exciting women. I needed that for a complete sexual experience. Groaning with regret, I lifted her off me and stood up.
She looked at me with a question in her face. "Why didn't you let me take you "across the river". Men just can't be passive."
"Because I want to taste you. I need your pussy at my lips."
Her eyes rolled up slightly. My words affected her. I helped her to lie on the couch on her back, her legs spontaneously parted, and revealed her shaved cunt. She looked like a little girl there, but her grownup girl's pussy lips parted revealing the mysteries inside.
I grabbed her sleek thighs and lifted there slightly. I put my shaggy head between them and pushed my face into the delta. I stuck out my tongue. (I have a really long tongue, women have remarked about it.) and took one long lick across those outer lips. I heard her sigh and her cunt lips opened up greedily, wanting more. I narrowed my tongue and pushed it inside, licking up down and around the soft inner lips. My tongue had a life of its own, seeking that girlie penis inside. There it was. My tongue signaled to my brain. It was a big one. I sucked it. Above me she was beginning to move her thighs in pleasure and the girlie phallus got longer and stiffer so that I could actually suck it as if it were a penis. I bet she never had anyone do that. She began making little squeaky sounds that gradually increased to heart-rending moans. Suddenly her body stiffened, her vagina began to close, pushing me out and then she screamed and bathed my lips with salty cum. I stayed there, softly kissing her cunt lips, waiting for her to come down a bit, but she seemed to stay on a high plain of excitement. Her first orgasm hardly finished her.
She grabbed my chin and lifted my up to her face and kissed me long and hard, her tongue boldly entering and fencing with mine. Then she ended the kiss. "Please come into me. I am longing to feel your thrusts."
Well I was practically brimming from my cock. I needed exactly that. I longed to feel my cock lodged inside her hot channel, its sides massaging me into a great cum. I got on my knees between her legs and placed the head of my cock against her pussy. She almost sucked it inside. We began a dance of pleasure as if we had practiced that many times. My cock fit inside as if it were entering a wet velvet glove.
When I fuck, I usually have most of my mind awake, able to control the moment. When Marna, it seemed automatic, neither of us had any control. The cock and cunt were boss. I began a slow entry and exit in her. At least I tried, but it was not to be. She put a hand on my ass and pushed me, then with that same hand pushed me out, urging more action. I slammed into her, over and over again, both of us crying out shamelessly. But I couldn't withstand the intensity of the sensations that were taking over my whole body. My balls were no longer free and swinging, the sac walls had thickened and a ball had crept up high on the base of my cock. I felt my cock lengthen, then with a hiccupping cry all action was difficult as I sought for my ejaculation. It was like pushing through heavy air but then the first mighty spurt bathed her waiting cave walls, then six more heavy shots. She felt them all and at the second one, she screamed out and began undulating her hips helplessly, orgasming along with me.
At last, it was over. We still clung together like orphans after a storm, Then, she was the first to giggle. "How was that for you?"
"It was almost too much to stand. I'd like to try a hundred more, just to test that out."
End Part Two
Sex comes in many flavors. Check out Part Three.