Michael and Carol came to her apartment after their eventful evening at Carol's sex boutique. Michael had been sent to her shop by her friend Laurie to buy a strap-on and Carol had decided to teach Michael a lesson.
Carol sensed his diffidence and with her gloved hand she turned back Michael's face and pulled it forcefully into her wet cleft. Her legs went over his shoulders to hold him against her and to slide down and push herself onto his mouth. Freed from his averseness by her grasping hand and partially sheltered by her large thighs, Michael's mouth dutifully went to work licking at her thick nether lips and slaking his thirst. He lapped up her oozing juices enjoying the tangy and sweet effusion. He put his hands around her thighs to hold on to her. As she opened up, he then proceeded to push his stiff tongue in and out, fucking her deep pink inner lips. She growled in pleasure at his actions and her legs wrapped around his neck drawing him closer to her. The metal buckles on her boots scrapped his shoulders. He ignored the sting from the buckles and proceeded to lick his way to the top of her puffy dark colored slit and pressed his tongue on her swollen hood. As he lapped her fleshy hood, her large purplish clit extended itself out like a very small cock. He then dedicated himself to sucking the stiff clitoris slowly enjoying the experience and wanting her also to delight in his service.
Needing a faster pace, she grabbed his thick ponytail and used her legs around his back to rub his face up and down on her engorged clit, fast. Michael was in heaven at the experience of having his face fucked by a powerful woman completely in her control. The fact that they were putting on a display in front of an audience at a club made it even more exhilarating. He badly wanted to come and felt the overwhelming need to touch himself but remembering her orders he tried to concentrate on her pleasure instead. More liquid that he could ever imagine filled his mouth as she strained to come. She was now engrossed in seeking her release and her vodka glass went flying as both her hands clutched his hair. Her hands twisted his slick ponytail and pulled hard drowning his head in her pussy. Michael's face could now no longer move of its own accord as she furiously continued rubbing it up and down on her clit using his nose and mouth as her fuck toy. The coarse tuft of her pubic hair felt like sandpaper as he was rubbed up and down on her sensitive spot. Finally with a muffled scream she pulled his face even deeper onto herself and climaxed powerfully with even more juice gushing out. His face and neck were completely drenched as was the bar seat. She had come spectacularly for the second time from his oral skills!
Pushing away his head, she pulled her boot-clad legs from around his neck and stood up shakily. Abruptly let loose from her hold, he slumped down at her feet. His entire face was covered by her juices, his tongue and mouth felt numb but his member was still very stiff and pressing painfully against his g-string. He ached for release from his sexual arousal. His leather clothing while slightly wet had not suffered from his actions, but his earrings had fallen off and he slowly put them back on. His waterproof makeup while a bit smeared had not run down his face. He now understood why he was asked to use the waterproof set.
The bar tender brought another vodka to her and drinking it slowly, she recovered her composure. Her wet thighs were drying but still tingled from her recent high. Despite the two orgasms from cunnilingus, her sexual desires were not yet sated but had just been honed. She was now impatient to take Michael home so that she could use him hard and extract her pleasure. She snapped her coat shut and quickly dragged the bedraggled Michael out of the club. The valet quickly brought her coupe over but was little disappointed shat she was now all covered up. They drove even faster than usual back to her apartment building. When they returned there it was nearly 1am on Sunday. Michael knew that his wait for his rear to be filled was nearing an end and he was going to be used well by her strap-on!
Continued in part four...
Carol sensed his diffidence and with her gloved hand she turned back Michael's face and pulled it forcefully into her wet cleft. Her legs went over his shoulders to hold him against her and to slide down and push herself onto his mouth. Freed from his averseness by her grasping hand and partially sheltered by her large thighs, Michael's mouth dutifully went to work licking at her thick nether lips and slaking his thirst. He lapped up her oozing juices enjoying the tangy and sweet effusion. He put his hands around her thighs to hold on to her. As she opened up, he then proceeded to push his stiff tongue in and out, fucking her deep pink inner lips. She growled in pleasure at his actions and her legs wrapped around his neck drawing him closer to her. The metal buckles on her boots scrapped his shoulders. He ignored the sting from the buckles and proceeded to lick his way to the top of her puffy dark colored slit and pressed his tongue on her swollen hood. As he lapped her fleshy hood, her large purplish clit extended itself out like a very small cock. He then dedicated himself to sucking the stiff clitoris slowly enjoying the experience and wanting her also to delight in his service.
Needing a faster pace, she grabbed his thick ponytail and used her legs around his back to rub his face up and down on her engorged clit, fast. Michael was in heaven at the experience of having his face fucked by a powerful woman completely in her control. The fact that they were putting on a display in front of an audience at a club made it even more exhilarating. He badly wanted to come and felt the overwhelming need to touch himself but remembering her orders he tried to concentrate on her pleasure instead. More liquid that he could ever imagine filled his mouth as she strained to come. She was now engrossed in seeking her release and her vodka glass went flying as both her hands clutched his hair. Her hands twisted his slick ponytail and pulled hard drowning his head in her pussy. Michael's face could now no longer move of its own accord as she furiously continued rubbing it up and down on her clit using his nose and mouth as her fuck toy. The coarse tuft of her pubic hair felt like sandpaper as he was rubbed up and down on her sensitive spot. Finally with a muffled scream she pulled his face even deeper onto herself and climaxed powerfully with even more juice gushing out. His face and neck were completely drenched as was the bar seat. She had come spectacularly for the second time from his oral skills!
Pushing away his head, she pulled her boot-clad legs from around his neck and stood up shakily. Abruptly let loose from her hold, he slumped down at her feet. His entire face was covered by her juices, his tongue and mouth felt numb but his member was still very stiff and pressing painfully against his g-string. He ached for release from his sexual arousal. His leather clothing while slightly wet had not suffered from his actions, but his earrings had fallen off and he slowly put them back on. His waterproof makeup while a bit smeared had not run down his face. He now understood why he was asked to use the waterproof set.
The bar tender brought another vodka to her and drinking it slowly, she recovered her composure. Her wet thighs were drying but still tingled from her recent high. Despite the two orgasms from cunnilingus, her sexual desires were not yet sated but had just been honed. She was now impatient to take Michael home so that she could use him hard and extract her pleasure. She snapped her coat shut and quickly dragged the bedraggled Michael out of the club. The valet quickly brought her coupe over but was little disappointed shat she was now all covered up. They drove even faster than usual back to her apartment building. When they returned there it was nearly 1am on Sunday. Michael knew that his wait for his rear to be filled was nearing an end and he was going to be used well by her strap-on!
Continued in part four...
