Colby
There have been a few defining moments in my life where I feared my balls would explode before I was ready. When I was 16 for example. I still remember the curvy form of Jessica Selby, a girl from the grade above me, down on her knees under the bleachers at a school football game. She had dropped to her knees, taken my reasonably sized tackle into her mouth and sucked so fucking hard, I swear a little brain matter sprayed from the tip.
Then there was the time on my 18th birthday when my much older cousin paid for me to have a private lap dance at a strip joint. Lulu ‘the cherry popper’ had pushed those rock hard, massive fake titties right up in my face and wriggled around on my cock for all she was worth. That would be $65 by the way.
But nothing had gotten me so close to the edge as quickly as the sight of Briella swaying those luscious hips of hers as she walks into the bathroom.
Down boy!
I wait a beat before I follow her steps, wanting to make it clear who’s in charge here. Oh, I’m not stupid, she’s in charge but it helps my ego a little. But when I push through the door, all cocky bravado flees the scene and instead I have the urge to go Captain Caveman.
She’s dropped her skirt and blouse to the floor and there she stands, with her hip cocked against the wall in nothing but her bra, panties and those hot as fuck shiny heels. A small smirk adorns her full pouty lips as she takes the tip of one finger and trails it down the long column of her throat, down between those fantastic tits and lower still. I watch, unable to look away for a second as that finger swirls a pattern around her belly button then, achingly slowly, dips down towards the top of her panties.
She flutters the digit along the line of fabric, dipping slightly beneath the lace and that was the snap for me. I pounce across the small space between us and fuse my lips to hers. Her gasp fuels me, eggs me on. Her mouth opens on a whimper and I take full advantage, plunging my tongue into the hot cavern and claiming her.
Her hands delve into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and fuck if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt. My hips push against the soft flesh of her belly and her hands tighten their hold. I need to fuck this woman. I feel like nothing in the world is as important as getting my cock lodged as deep in her pussy as I can get.
My hands grip at her ample hips, loving the fact that she has something for me to hold onto. My girl has curves for days, she’s all woman. I let my palms slide around to her glorious ass and grab her cheeks hard. She moans. Loudly.
“Fucking hell Bri,” I gasp, breaking away from the kiss long enough to hoist her up against my chest and then set her down on the counter.
“Colby,” she moans, pulling me back between her legs and shamelessly rubbing her lace covered pussy over my crotch. My dick hasn’t been this happy in months.
My head dips and finds the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. I love the way her head falls back, her breath catching and those heavy tits thrusting up. I can see the hard pebbles of her nipples jutting through the satin and lace of her bra and fuck me, I want them in my mouth.
I let go of her hips long enough to wrench the cups down. Her tits spill out over the top, looking like a banquet for one. Wasting no time, my lips latch onto one of those pink nubs, my teeth nipping at the hardened flesh before dragging it to the roof of my mouth. The harder I suck, the heavier she’s moaning, and I fucking love it.
I can feel her hips working against me, grinding away, trying to get some release. Briella is needy today and I have just the thing she needs. I let my hand grip her hip once more before giving her thigh a playful slap, and then bring my palm around to the front. Her breath stutters as I dip my fingers down along the edge of her panties, testing the material before roughly wrenching the lace to the side.
She shivers in my arms. So, she likes it a little harder, does she? A little rougher? Fucking hell, my balls were already full, now they feel like they could be used as life preservers.
I switch my mouth over to her neglected nipple, smirking a little at how swollen and red I had left the other one. Her hand immediately comes up to it and grips the flesh, rubbing carefully at the soft mound before pulling her nipple between her fingers.
My balls had now hit DEFCON One.
I’d had every intention of playing around for a while, putting my fingers inside her sweet pussy and getting her nice and ready for my cock but the sight of her strumming her nipple, mouth open and eyes glued to my mouth as I feasted is more than I can take. I pull back abruptly and rip the zipper down on my fly, pulling my cock out in record time. My tailored pants fall to the floor around my ankles but I don’t give a shit. Not with the sight before me.
“Put your feet up on the counter Bri,” I growl. Her eyes flare with defiance but mere seconds later she does what I ask.
“Wider,” I move a step closer, my hand fisting my heavy cock and working it up and down. “Wider Bri.”
She smiles a little, a vixen in her rucked-up underwear. Her heels came off long ago, scattered amongst the rest of her clothes.
I move to stand between her legs and place my palms on her inner thighs. Pushing gently outwards, I spread them as wide as I want them. Gazing down, I take my cock and rub the tip through her folds, groaning when my dick gets soaked in seconds. Fuck, I had wanted to plunge in deep but she’s dripping wet. Her hands are still plucking at those sexy as fuck nipples, her smile is strained as her arousal starts to get to her and there’s nothing in the world that can stop me from dropping to my knees and burying my face in her pussy.
The first swipe of my tongue against her flesh has her body jolting. She’s primed and ready but she’s gonna have to take it all. She wanted me to come to play this time and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
My tongue. My cock.
I go to town, my nose rubbing against her clit and my tongue working every inch of her. I suckle her flesh into my mouth and nibble at her skin, loving the way her hands fist my hair once again. I’m on the verge of shooting my load all over the tiled floor when she starts to shake and scream my name.
She rides out her orgasm, her body quaking around my tongue. I’m so ready to go balls deep, it isn’t even an option. I’m gonna pass the fuck out if my poor balls don’t get release from this torture, and soon.
“Oh my fucking god,” she pants with her eyes closed and looking every inch the satisfied kitten.
“My turn Bri,” I stand and poise myself ready at her entrance. “Hold on tight…”
“Excuse me Mr. Maitland, Miss Fairbanks?” a voice calls through the door.
What the fuck?
“Unless we’re about to plummet into the goddamn ocean, fuck off.” I yell at the door on behalf of my cock.
“There’s a call for Miss Fairbanks from the Mayor.” The stupid flight assistant nervously rambles.
I turn and look at the closed door in disbelief. “And you couldn’t take a fucking message? Kinda busy in here.”
“Well… Um…”
“Okay, well that was great but duty calls.”
I turn in time to see Briella stepping into her heels, fully clothed and a serene smile on her face.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Working Colby, remember?”
She saunters by me and gives Colby junior a little pat on the head that has my balls drawing up tight. She flicks the catch on the door and turns with a she devil smile. “Thanks for relaxing me. I owe you one.”
And with that she leaves me standing there, pants round my ankles, a throbbing, bobbing erection and balls ready to sink a battleship.
Super.