The Move Chapter 5, Part 4 of 6

The Move
Chapter 5, Part 4 of 6
 
I stroked him faster, gently cupping his balls, as it became apparent that my willpower was melting away with every second he was in my hand. I needed him to come quickly and send him on his way. My plastic buddy was my priority after 'helping him out.' My pace quickened, and I moved to two hands on his shaft, with three to four inches of cock to spare. I thought to myself, "Enough to fill my mouth!"
 
"Oh damn, Mrs. Stilson, this is getting serious."
 
My mind raced at the inflection in his voice when he said, 'Mrs. Stilson'; it seemed to be more of a taunting reminder that I was married rather than an attempt not to get too familiar with me.
 
"You need to take that top off, Mrs. Stilson. You promised I could blow my wad on your tits."
 
I did agree in our fantasy session, but that was not a promise. I already had both hands jacking him off. Given that, showing my tits didn't seem like a place to draw a line.
 
"Fine, but no more," I panted as I released his hot meat and reached for the clasp in the front of my top. His cock flopped into my face again, thumping against my open mouth. I popped the clasp as I exhaled on this boner.
 
"Oh, yeah, give us a kiss, Mrs. Stilson."
 
I pulled back and shook my head as the cool air brought a tingling relief to my sunbaked breasts.

"Not the deal, Mr. Thomas," I replied feebly to match his tone. I gripped him again and began the double-fisted stroke as he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back, looking down at me.
 
"Off, please. They deserve my full attention."
 
I hesitated for just a second, but the absurdity of my position made it pointless to argue, even though he seemed to be ordering me. Again, I released him and wriggled the top down my arms while he pulled my head closer and rubbed himself on my left cheek.
 
"Your skin is so smooth, Mrs. Stilson."
 
I wriggled free and gripped him again, stroking firmly from mid-cock to his plump head, engulfing it with both hands and spreading the last of his pre-cum.
 
"Enjoy, Mark, this is a one-time favor, and never again."
 
I watched as his cock head burst through my hands and then disappeared on the upstroke; his skin was stretched so tight it barely moved as I stroked him. The friction was building as his pre-cum, rubbed into his skin. I so wanted to plunge him into my mouth and lube him properly, but I could not cross that line. Instead, I released my right hand and quickly lapped my palm with my tongue and repeated with my left. It helped a bit, but I soon absorbed it again.
 
He stood there, firmly pushing his pelvis forward, watching me stroke him, hands almost a blur. I could taste the mixture of salt and his bittersweet juices on my tongue, making me want him in my mouth even more. Resisting that urge, I continued to lick my hands and stroke, and he just hummed along, enjoying it--but not being brought to the edge. Panic was setting in at the thought of failure.
 
"Could use a little lube, Mrs. Stilson; I can think of two places you could put it..."
 
I released him and spat in both hands, continued to swirl my tongue in my mouth to generate saliva, and returned one hand to his balls and the other to his cock.
 
"You've done this a few times," he groaned, looking less confident and more excited. "Fuck," he grunted, noticeably panting.
 
I hummed, "Uh huh." Sensing his getting close. Then I stopped and gripped him with both hands at his base and squeezed as I pulled up his length, milking a sizeable dollop of pre-cum. When I released my grip, his cock pointed to the ceiling as I spit in my hand again and spread the mixture of saliva and cum over his head.
 
When I saw he was on the verge, I smiled at him and suddenly felt a rush of power. "Are you gonna come on my fuckin' tits, or are you just gonna talk about it?" I asked, snarling up at him.
 
For emphasis, I pulled down, letting his cock head hit my right breast when it popped through my hand. He moaned, and I stroked him as fast as I could, loving the feel of his hot skin on my naked breast. I couldn't believe such an incredible cock was in my control. As I pounded it, my pussy rubbed his leg.
 
"Come on, my tits, Mark! I want this inside me so bad!" I whimpered, sending him over the edge.
 
"Oh fuck, Mrs. Stilson, here it comes. AH!" he grunted as I readied myself.
 
I stoked furiously when suddenly, his first jet burst out, launching a massive blast of thick hot cum that hit me directly in the face. It started at my chin, crossed my lips, up my right cheek, across my eye, and into my hair. I jerked my head back, amazed by the speed it launched, and pressed his cock between my tits as the second shot blasted my chin and neck.
 
His eyes closed, and he grunted through gritted teeth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mrs.--fucking-- Stilson!"
 
I moaned in a high, loud voice that sounded like I was the one coming as I pressed his pulsing head straight into the bottom of my left breast, and his cum squirted onto my tit and ran down my chest. Then, I rubbed him back and forth, smearing his cum on both tits, coating my stiffening nipples.
 
"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Stilson, ah, I needed that. Oh God, you're amazing."
 
As I looked up at him, I opened my right eye, and his cum stretched over it, clinging to my eyelashes. I closed it quickly, and he reached down to wipe it off.
 
"Let me help you with that..."
 
I jerked my head back and wiped the cum off my eye, myself. As I did, my mouth opened, and a glob of his seed dropped in.
 
"Oh, sorry," he said, then stopped as he noticed my reaction.
 
The salty sweet taste of his cum hit my tongue, and I lost myself. My tongue licked a lap around my lips, taking in his juice.
 
"You like that, don't--"
 
He stopped short as I lost all control and pushed him back, leaned forward, and took his cum-soaked cock in my mouth. In the recesses of my mind, I knew the line was not only crossed--but obliterated--but the feel of his hot cock filling my mouth as his bittersweet cream coated my tongue was all that mattered. I moaned uncontrollably onto his cock, mouth full, with, at most, a third of him in my mouth.
 
"Oh God!" he yelled out, almost in disbelief. "Mrs. Stilson, you cum-hungry little slut!"
 
I nodded and whined, fucking his cock with my mouth, with both hands gripping his shaft and stroking in time to my head bobs.
 
His voice was a mix of shock, ecstasy, and desperation. "Oh fuck, suck my fucking cock, Oh my God!"
 
I may have been even more surprised than him at the uncontrolled voracity at which I sucked his beautiful cock. But I had never been so aroused by anything or anyone. This was a one-time encounter, and I would make the most of it. My ponytail flopped wildly as I bobbed like a maniac on his cum-coated pole.
 
"You're gonna make me come in that dirty little mouth, Mrs. Stilson."
 
I whimpered and nodded, sucking even harder. Then he gripped my ponytail and, slowly but forcefully, pulled my head off his cock. "Not yet, Mrs. Stilson, you're gonna have to earn it."
 
Then he dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart, and leaned in. His face hovered in front of my pussy, and took a slow hard lick up the crotch of my bikini. The little voice inside me that wanted to protest was silenced the second his tongue pressed against my soaked bikini bottoms and ran the length of my slit through the fabric.
 
I panted heavily and spread myself open for him as he spoke.
 
"You taste like heaven, Mrs. Stilson."
 
A shrinking part of me wanted to resist, but his tongue pressed harder, and his breath washed over my steaming cunt. I pushed my hips forward and gyrated against him. My moans were loud and pleading.
 
"I need these panties off, Mrs. Stilson; I am going to show you how a pussy should be worshipped."
 
I whimpered as he backed away, but when he pushed my knees together, I raised my ass off the chair, presenting my bikini bottoms. His hands slid up my thighs, gripped my waistband, and pulled them down. Then I rested my naked ass back on the chair. When he pulled them off my ankles, I spread myself wide open, panting down at him as he leaned back in. His hands gently caressed my inner thighs, moving closer to my moist heat.
 
"Such a pretty, well-groomed pussy, Mrs. Stilson," he said, kissing his way up my thigh. "Thank you so much for this day, Mrs. Stilson. I'm going to make the most of it."
 
He licked the crease of my thigh and mons firmly, then went to the other side. I pressed myself toward him with a whimpering sigh, but he only returned to delivering soft little kisses on my inner thighs, teasing his way closer to pull back again. His kiss just touched the edge of my labia but never quite got there. I finally grabbed his head and shoved his face into my pussy, only to have him pull back.
 
He smiled teasingly up at me with a cocky grin and penetrating brown eyes. Then, his tongue came slowly out and traced the edge of my labia as he breathed deeply through his nose, eyes closing to emphasize how much he liked my scent. I moaned in a desperate squeak as his tongue so delicately caressed my labia. My hips rolled subtly as I groaned my approval.
 
He lowered again, eyes locked on mine, peeking over my muff as he teased the other one. I wouldn't say I liked the teasing, but I loved it simultaneously. When he finally slid his tongue tip between my pussy lips, I rolled my head back.
 
"Please," I whimpered pathetically.
 
"Mrs. Stilson, I'm sensing you might need me to eat your pussy 'til you come in my mouth," he teased.
 
"Uh-huh," I squeaked.
 
He said commandingly, "You need to use your words, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need."
 
"Please eat my pussy, Mark."
 
"Good girl, I like your manners," he said and, without hesitation, pressed his opened mouth against my pussy, swirling his tongue and sucking my labia with his nose buried in my dark muff.
 
My back arched, and I practically screamed, "Huh!"
 
His eyes never stopped looking at mine as I watched, mouth open wide and groaning. His head gently rocked side to side and up and down, and he devoured my pussy, his mouth in constant motion, sucking and swirling his tongue.
 
"Oh, Mark, that feels so good. Oh God, munch my fucking pussy. Huh!"
 
My mouth was open, and a series of uncontrollable squeals, screams, grunts, and groans poured out of me. I held my lower body stiff; his head rocked and bobbed as his tongue swirled and his mouth sucked my pussy.
 
"Oh Mark, I'm going to come, huh! I'm going to come. Oh, please don't stop; I'm going to come."
 
I stared into his eyes as he nodded and continued relentlessly licking and sucking. My body jerked, and I came, screams and moans echoing through the house. This time, I grabbed his head with both hands, and he continued milking my orgasm for as long as I could stand it.  
 
There was something indescribably sexy about his brown eyes, staring up at me hungrily as screams of bliss were released from my full-on fuck face.
 
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming, Mark. Oh fuck, I'm c-- cu-- cum--ming. Aaaahhhhh!"
 
When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he stopped and gently rubbed my pussy with his finger, looking at it, then kissing it and rubbing it again.
 
"Thank you so much for that, Ms. Stilson. That was so good. But I need to let you know that out of respect for women everywhere and envy for your ability to come over and over again, I always provide a two-for-one deal. I give a lady two orgasms for everyone they give me.
 
His rubbing hand slowly slid a finger inside me as he studied my eyes and my reaction. "Goodness, that's right, Mrs. Stilson," he said softly. My eyes widened, and I exhaled a heavy gasp of breath as my hips rolled to push him inside me.
 
"I love the way your lips puff out when I slide inside you, Mrs. Stilson."
 
I moaned like I'd never been touched before as he slowly slid it in and out. When his thumb pressed on my clit and moved in tiny circles, I sang out, "Oh Mark, you make me, Oh!"
 
"Can I fuck you with two fingers, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked in a calm, soothing voice as he slipped the second finger in.
 
"Oh yes! Please!" I begged, as his eyes seemed to see into me.
 
"Use your words, Mrs. Stilson," he said as his pace quickened.
 
I knew how he wanted me to respond and needed to comply. I tried to comply.
 
"I want you to fingerfuck me, Mark, please!" I pleaded.
 
"Can I suck your stiff little clit while I do, Mrs. Stilson?"
 
"Yes, please, God, yes!"
 
There was no logic to any of this. His fingers were no different than any other guy's, but how he spoke to and touched me seemed to fire every nerve in my body.
 
His fingers slid in and out, solid and steady, as he leaned closer. "Your pussy is squeezing me so tight; I don't think my cock would ever fit inside you, Mrs. Stilson, but if you come for me, you can have me back in that pretty mouth of yours."
 
I should have been offended by his arrogance--but it was that confidence that seemed to melt away any resistance. He had a man's cock and knew how to use it. I whimpered and pushed myself against his fingers, plunging them deeper. My mouth trembled as his pace quickened, and his breath flooded my cunt.
 
"I'm so glad you gave yourself to me today, Mrs. Stilson. A day we're never going to forget. Are we?"
 
His lips engulfed my clit, and he sucked it in and twitched his tongue against it. My body stiffened as my clit fired waves of electric bliss through my lower body.
 
"Never! Oh, Mark, that--AH!" I yelled as he looked up at me, and our eyes locked.
 
My pelvis spasmed as his fingers pounded me, and his mouth played my clit to perfection. My voice squeaked and cracked, almost as if I was crying.
 
"Feels so good; suck my fucking clit, please." I couldn't believe how I talked to him, but he made me want to be so bad. He responded by jackhammering me with his fingers, and I heard my pussy sloshing. "Fingerfuck me, please!"
 
I launched into a high-pitched, broken, moaning-hum sound as he brought me to orgasm number two in record time. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
 
My legs stiffened, and my ass rose off the chair, climaxing, as I looked into his brown eyes that seemed to smile as he pleasured me. Finally, I pushed off and pulled away as my half-wet ass plopped on the chair, and I gasped for air.
 
"Fuck," I panted. "No one's ever... Damn, I needed that."
 
He smiled and rested back on his heels, gently caressing my thigh. "Glad I could be of assistance today, Mrs. Stilson." He leaned in and kissed my knees.
 
"Please call me Amy, Mr. Thomas," I joked, still panting. His only response was a wry smile.
 
 
 
 
To be continued