Interlude during dinner(Current Rating 49/100, based on 22 votes)
Her hand crawled up his leg inching closer to the visible erection. Slowly she pushed the tablecloth aside affording her better access.
She reached up and expertly undid his trouser button, freeing his erection from the material jail. Like a released prisoner it jumped up, vibrating to attention. The head was bare and smooth. Blue veins along the side, throbbing. A small drop of pre cum glistening in the harsh auditorium lights. His pubic hair formed a collar around the base but it was the size of his erection that impressed. 4 inches would still be visible if she had to take him in both hands along his length. The girth compared to a fire hose.
Her long nails tickled the base of his penis and he jerked spasmodically. Long elegant fingers wrapped themselves around his manhood and slowly moved up, pausing, before sliding down to stretch the skin away from the purple head. His penis was swelling with cum and appeared ready to burst. She slid her hand up and down three times before grabbing his balls and massaging them with a firm touch. This was enough to make his erection calm down for a moment before she resumed her onslaught on his pillar.
He came in ivory coloured globs, shooting into a hastily grabbed napkin. Her hand had withdrawn and settled on her crystal wine glass as the last drop was wiped from the head of his still erect member.
His hand raced up her legs, spreading them and pushing the evening gown aside. The slit in the front made access a lot easier than his trouser button and he smiled at himself. A garter with out panties was discovered by touch alone and his fingers sought out the nub of her clit. He roughly pulled and rubbed and her legs spread further apart. She had a neat Brazilian shave riding above her pussy but it was soaked in her juices. His fingers continued their rough exploration of her cunt, prodding deeper, settling into a rhythm. One finger in her pussy and another on her clit. Her hips started to move in synch with his hand and he quickly withdrew.
“Keep still bitch” was the unspoken message.
His rhythm was more urgent when he re-entered her. Her erect nipples were visible through the thin material of her evening gown and a blush creeping up her elegant neck told him that she was close.
He slid three fingers into her cunt and she came hard against this unexpected invasion. Keeping his fingers there, he took a sip of wine with his other hand. The fingers were withdrawn from her twitching pussy once she settled down with her main course.
Author: Paulwood |
