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Michael
by Sandra (andoverblonde@hotmail.com)
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He must have been 6'3" and at least 210 lean pounds. He
moved with a quiet confidence that I found
irresistible. (MF, rom, oral)
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It was funny. I really couldn't take my eye off the
beautiful beast. He must was 6'3", and at least 210
lean pounds. He moved with a quiet confidence that I
found irresistible. Actually, I found the whole package
irresistible. His tussled hair, deep brown eyes,
powerful arms, and tight hard body all demanded
attention.
The main questions were, could I get him alone and
could trust him to be discreet. I don't think getting
him alone for 20 minutes or so tonight would be that
hard, but the other question was more difficult to
answer. Men can be so tricky; they love to brag about
their conquests - even when they are the conquest! It
would be a nightmare for me if he ever told anyone. I
had a few words I could share that might make him keep
a secret - my heart told me I had to go for it.
Getting him alone would be easy. This is a birthday
party, the lights are low, and everyone has been or is
dancing. I simply walked up to him and said that a few
things needed gathering before the cake and prezzies,
and that he could help me get them. Of course he
couldn't make a big deal about this - we wouldn't want
the birthday girl to know what was going on. I asked
him to follow me out back.
To my great joy no one saw us leave. He followed me
around the side of the house, through the back yard,
and to the shed. "I just bought this dress, Michael, do
you like it?" I whispered as I entered the shed. With
the blood pounding in my head I didn't hear the answer.
It didn't matter anyway, I liked it. It was slightly
inappropriate for the party, sure, but it was still a
sweet white cocktail dress with a plunge neckline,
asymmetrical skirt, and a beaded contrast at the
bodice. I topped the outfit off with 3-inch high heel
sandals with jeweled upper lace-ups. I knew from the
looks at the party that I looked good.
"Should we turn the light on?" Michael asked.
"Be quiet," I replied and added, "Shake your head if
you can keep a secret?"
When he shook his head I pulled him to me and kissed
him firmly on his mouth. At first he was a bit
reluctant but he left that feeling behind when I pulled
his hand to one of my breasts. I've always been proud
of their shape and could tell that Michael felt the
same way. I was happy to feel him becoming so
enthusiastic with our kissing and petting but we didn't
really have much time.
While some feel that it is slightly degrading, I have
always felt a sense of power when kneeling in front of
a lover. I'm not sure how Michael felt about it, but he
didn't complain when I positioned myself in front of
him, undid his belt, opened his zipper, and pulled a
very proud and hard penis from his pants.
God bless tall proportionate men! Although (to some
extent) size doesn't matter, I love when I can wrap
both hands along a shaft and still take enough into my
mouth to make a man squirm. Michael didn't disappoint
at all! I was able to stroke him with both hands while
pulling, sucking, and nibbling on him with my mouth.
I love the feel of a penis just before it explodes. The
swelling of the head, the hardening of the shaft, the
beating of the veins. Michael was working quickly
toward that point as he held firm my head and thrust
into my mouth. When he finally came he came with such
force that I could barely keep it all. But I did, and I
could see him looking down at me, making eye contact
while I swallowed all he had given me.
He cupped my face with his large hands and guided me to
my feet. And though I enjoyed the tenderness of the
moment, I was far from done. I continued to stroke him
with my hands and pulled him toward me. I had long
removed my underwear and had been physically ready for
him before we even made it to the shed. He was on me
before I even finished the sentence, "You have to fuck
me now".
With my butt up against a shelf, and my legs around his
waist, and my right hand guiding his penis toward me, I
knew I wouldn't be waiting long. There is that moment -
just as you feel a hot spongy head slide between your
lips - that I would like to savor forever. Michael
wasn't interested in making it last long at all.
With his full weight I felt him try to push into me. At
first I was a bit too tight for him, but Michael was a
very goal oriented fellow. Within minutes he had
(literally) forced his length into me and was thrusting
as only an athlete can! His hands gripping my bottom,
his ribcage pushing my legs apart, I felt him push ever
deeper into me with each trust.
God this was heaven! A big man, fucking me with long
and hard thrusts, while the rest of the world knew
nothing. He surprised me when my first orgasm erupted.
Instead of continuing to fuck me, he pushed deep inside
and then rubbed my clit with his thumb! This put me
over the edge and sent into a second orgasm.
When I caught my breath he continued. I love a man that
can go for a long time, but I didn't expect it from
Michael. He pumped rapidly for five, maybe ten more
minutes, before he clutched me and exploded inside me.
For my part, I drifted between orgasms all the while
loving being his plaything.
In the moonlight from the window I could see nothing
but perfection. I wanted this to last, but we had to
get back to the party. So back we went - Michael split
off to get the cart with the cake and prezzies, I went
off to compose myself. We met in the kitchen and went
back to the party together. There was a general scream
of 'surprise', some laughter and applause, and then
Michael spoke. "Surprise baby," he said to my daughter,
"Your Mom and I put this together for you. Happy
Birthday!"
I really hope she keeps him around for a while.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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