I leaned forward and grabbed my sexy partner around the ass, pulling her forward so that she had to put her legs on either side of the chair to straddle me. Her breasts were right in my face, flushed, erect nipples pointing past my cheeks. She must have been presenting them to me, so I obliged, wetting them with my tongue and lips. The sounds in her throat seemed to be moans of encouragement, so I spent some time with them, lifting and squeezing some, but mainly licking and flicking and kissing and sucking.
She handled the end of my cock, squishing the head inside the floppy tip of the condom as if to make sure I stayed hard.
As her moans and motions increased, so did my nipple play. Soon, I was biting them, but gently, between strong sucks, and tweaking and rolling them between my fingers. Removing her hand from my dick, she pushed her tits up and together against my cheeks as I ran my tongue up and down between them.
At a pause in the titty play, my lover moved one of my hands down between her legs. Taking her cue, I fingered her slit open, sliding and probing until two fingers slipped inside. Back to those enticing nipples, I continued sucking and nibbling while I reached up into her, getting my fingers slick and scented with her vaginal lubrication.
Setting her feet further apart, she lowered her body, saliva-coated teat falling from my mouth, crotch settling against my stiff pole.
“You need more dick?” I asked.
“Yes,” was her only response as she grabbed it to hold it steady to guide her hole to it. “Uuuuhhh,” she grunted as her weight came down on my lap, her body engulfing the entirety of my yearning cock. She adjusted up and down and back and forth until we were again in a smooth rhythm, with more kisses and caresses accompanying her movements. “You want me to do some work?” She smiled down into my face.
“You should have to work for what you want.” I smiled back up at her, teasingly.
“That is fair, I think.” She breathed heavily as she pumped up on down on my cock, her leg muscles flexing. Even though she wasn't tight, I could definitely feel the sensation of her pussy muscles contracting around me. She leaned forward, her tits pushed fully into me, and sat with her weight on my, lap grinding backward and forward, my hands firmly gripping those sexy ass cheeks. The floor, or chair, or probably both, creaked loudly with our movements, but not completely drowning out the squelching sounds of our wet sex.
“Mmmm, you feel so good,” I told her into her ear. “So fucking good.”
A minute later, she sat upright and bounced a few times, creaking now accompanied by the prominent tapping of one of the chair legs on the uneven floor, before coming off with a “Wheeew!” I wondered if the Emerson room was directly below us, and, if booked, if we were disturbing the occupants. Or arousing them.
“Here, you sit down,” I told her, getting up and hugging her, turning us so that she was backed up to the chair. She complied, and I took her hands, kissing them. I slowly walked around behind her, tracing my fingers over her arm and shoulder, then over to the other arm, and bent down to kiss her shoulders and as much of the skin of her back that I could get to above the chair back.
I stood behind my delicious new lover, gliding my fingers over her skin lightly: her arms, shoulders, neck, and then digging into her short hair. I raised her arms over her head, kissing her fingers and then sucking on them. I could swear she was pressing the back of her ring-finger hand into my cheek on purpose.
My hands traveled down her arms, making her squirm as I accidentally tickled her skin, and then continued down the front of her to her breasts. Those marvelous, responsive nipples sank into my palms as I used my lips and then my tongue all over the back of her neck and up behind her ears. She had done her thing with her ring, so I gave her some of mine, using it to catch and flip her stiff nipple several times.
She was loving it at far as I could tell, breathing heavily, sighing, and letting out little moans. Encouraged, I found that I was able to reach down to her lap and place my palm on the inside of her thigh. “Spread your legs,” I directed her again. Again she complied, knees and feet moving way out to the sides, giving my fingers access to her splayed sex. After combing through her pubic hair for a minute, fingering her slit produced sharper and louder moans, inciting me to dig deeper.
Soon, I pushed two fingers deep inside her eager cunt, only to pull them out again, smearing her lubrication up across the firm bud of her clitoris. When my fingers were nice and wet, I switched hands, dipping the other one – the one with the ring – in between her legs while I applied her own juices to her nipple, coating the areola with the slick substance.
I stood in front of her, cock no longer completely hard from lack of direct stimulation, but that was a poor indicator of how fucking turned on I was. She smiled up at me, lust in her eyes, grabbing my hips. “Wow, this is amazing,” she breathed in her sexy accent.
“You are amazing,” I told her, and bent down to face up to her tits. Breathing deeply through my nose, I took in the scent of her vaginal lubrication that was glistening on her nipple, and sealed my mouth over it, sucking strongly. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as I savored the tangy flavor of her lady juice. Giving it a lick, I told her, “Not as sweet as the honey last night, but I love it!”
“Oh, fuck,” she purred as I took another taste. “You are so – ” She gasped as I pulled the nipple firmly with my lips. ”Naughty!”
“You do this to me,” I replied as I stood. “I can't help it.”
My condom was bunched around my cock by then, no longer being filled out by my full thickness. I wanted to rub my bare dick on her, skin to skin. Well, I really wanted to offer it for her to suck. Either way would work, so I detached the condom and tossed it aside, straddling her as I closed her legs, offering the dick she said she wanted, for her to do with however she pleased.
She held her tits up and together, jiggling them and telling me, “Oooo, these I think need some dick too.” I was glad to push the head against the soft titty flesh, and more glad when she grabbed it and spent a minute making sure they stimulated it into a solid full boner again. Once it was sufficiently hard, she patted her titties with it and rubbed the underside of the glans right on her stiff nipples. I moved my hips back and forth to rub my shaft on the mounds of flesh, and she responded by scooting further forward in the chair. “Mmmm, get it in there,” she told me, pushing her tits around my cock as it slid between them.
When I pulled back a bit to separate from her chest, I waited for her mouth to come down over the head of my throbbing erection that was standing tall in front of her. But it didn't. Her lips pursed slightly, drooling a gob of spit onto the head. Releasing more, she dispensed a stream of saliva, half of which missed and ended up on the floor, but there was plenty to drizzle along the top of my shaft.
“It may be smoother, with this?” She snickered and thrust her tits out, cupping and jiggling them. Accepting her invitation, I stepped forward again, her spit running around to the underside of my cock and flowing down to coat my balls. The feeling of her warm saliva coating the groove between her tits was sublime, so I took advantage, my hips dipping low to make the head disappear before thrusting up again toward her chin. If I wasn't going to get a blowjob, then watching her spit twice more on my cock and her titties while I fucked them wasn't a bad alternative.
“Finger yourself,” I told her, my hands taking over tit-holding duties from hers. She leaned back in the chair and thrust her chest out while I pushed forward, and I assumed from her movements, even though I couldn't see, that she was doing to herself as I directed.
I was getting close to cumming, but didn't want this experience to get cut short. Overriding my desire to spew my load all over the front of her, I stepped back, getting a great view of the last few strokes and stabs of her fingers in her cunt before she stood up.
I gasped, astonished at the condition of the chair, pointing at it with my mouth open. “Fuck, you made a mess!” We both laughed a bit as we observed the obvious wet spot she had left behind.
She shrugged. “You do this to me, I think,” she put her hand between her legs, fiddling around for a few seconds before holding up two fingers that had a gooey strand hanging between them. I stepped forward, glancing between her eyes and her raised fingers. She did what we both wanted. She held her fingers to my lips, and I opened my mouth to let them in. The intoxicating, tangy, musky smell and flavor of her vaginal lubrication filled my nostrils and mouth. Not pleasant in one sense, but so erotic that I had to moan and suck with pleasure.
“So, why that?” she asked, pointing to the condom on the floor next to the leg of the other chair.
“Heh, no problem,” I assured her. My dick bouncing and dripping as I walked, I lifted my computer bag from the floor by the door and dug into the pocket. “I have more!”
“Oh, yes!” her face brightened as she smiled at the two-pack I was holding up, and wiggled her hips before sauntering over to me. I tore into one, and even though I calculated the probability of my dick in her mouth being just about zero, I was happy enough to cover it again, in anticipation of getting it back into her pussy.
“Turn around,” I told her.
“Oh, yes, I will!” Facing the desk again now, she planted her palms on it, ready for me to take her from behind. I did, of course, but not right away, teasing by kissing and caressing her ass and shoulders a bit first, and nibbling and breathing hotly on her ear before wedging my hand in between her thighs to sample her wetness. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I lined my cock head up with her slit and pushed it inside. Again, we moaned together.
I brought my fingers to my face, breathing in her strong womanly fragrance before inserting them into my mouth, savoring the slick nectar that I had just tapped from her. I wanted to go down on her, to taste her juices right from the source, to press my face into her cunt, to slather her insides as far up as I could reach with my tongue while burying my nose and upper lip into that luscious forest of pubic hair. But for some reason, maybe it was because she had avoided giving me oral sex herself, I stayed standing, enjoying the feeling of my cock probing between her legs instead.
She let me fuck her standing from behind facing forward, hands on the desk, taking it straight on as I thrust into her over and over, holding her hips, watching the penetration and the rippling of her ass cheeks. Since it had been so long since I had a woman bent over doing her from behind, it felt like a brand new experience.
A minute or so later, with me crashing my hips into her ass with increased force, she was tits-down on the desk with her hands out in front, gripping the edge tightly. The desk inched forward with our movements, the legs scraping the floor, louder than I would have liked. Trying not to shoot my load too soon like a teenager, and trying to quiet our illicit activity, I slowed down, sensually caressing her hips, ass, back, shoulders, and neck. Hunched over her with one hand planted beside her, I ran the fingers of the other through the short hairs at the back of her head and then grabbed at the longer, softer locks on top before tracing down her back.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and brought it down firmly, palm open, giving her beautiful jiggling ass a sharp smack, the sound easily louder than any of the floorboards or furniture had been. She clenched slightly, straightening up momentarily, a reaction that was obvious but difficult to interpret. I had never smacked Cheryl like this, fearing that she would find it degrading instead of erotic, as was my intent. As I palmed that ass cheek, perhaps to soothe it half apologetically, I weighed the options: either leave that one impromptu smack on its own, or push it by giving her more. I never pushed things, so I thought I should indulge this once, but I didn't want this one action to put things over the line. It was a difficult choice, not having any inkling of what she thought about it. She wasn't pulling away in disgust, but she wasn't screaming, “Fuck yes, spank my naughty slutty ass!” like in the porn movies either.
So, I did what was natural. The first smack was natural, uninhibited, so the next one was too. Well, it was more like a swat. Too weak, I thought, and popped that ass cheek another good one, maybe even louder than the first. I think I sensed her snickering, maybe even gripping the desk more tightly and driving her hips back more firmly, so after massaging her cheeks while driving my cock forward harder, I gave each another two or three whacks.