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Victory, at last
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Victory, at Last
Another SEXTEXT story...
...from Ojo de Ella
I actually won the bet! I can't believe it! Finally, after all of the
times I lost. He really didn't believe that I knew the capital of South
Dakota. And now.....he's all mine!
You can't believe how many times that I've lost some stupid bet. He
always wins. And I end up having to satisfy some goofy desire of his. Of
course, it's usually sexual in nature. Once, he had me cook and serve
dinner completely naked! I lost count of how many times he dropped his
stupid fork just so he could look at my crotch from under the table.
But now it was my turn. I wasn't going to let a chance like this pass.
I waited until after dinner. Everything was cleaned up and, as usual, Max
had settled himself into the easy chair and started to watch ESPN (or
something just as stupid).
I walked directly in front of the set, looked him straight in the eye and
said, "OK wise guy. I say now!", and promptly turned off the TV. (That's
one of the rules. The winner gets to pick the time and place for the
payoff.)
He developed an unsure look on his face but knew exactly what I was
talking about. I didn't move. Then he said, "Ok...ok. Let's get this
over with", and he started to get out of the chair.
"Not so fast, spunky", I snapped back.
With an "uh oh" look on his face, he sat back into the chair.
I turned out all of the lights in the living room, with the exception of
the reading lamp over the easy chair. The atmosphere of the entire room
changed instantly. Most of the room was covered in a gentle glow. Max
however, was very well lit. Long, but not harsh shadows were cast over
him. This was the mood I wanted.
I got a chair from the kitchen, placed it in front of the TV with the back
facing Max, and sat down. My legs straddled the back and, if there had
been enough light, he could have seen right up under my skirt.
Max was wearing his usual "lounging" outfit. This consisted of an old
college T-shirt (Nebraska) and a pair of somewhat ratty sweat pants.
"So", I started, "How do you feel about your body."
"Huh?", he grunted.
"Like it?", I asked
"I guess so", he said with a confused look and shrugging shoulders.
"Well that's good. Because you're going to get real friendly with it by
the time this is over." I was deliberately cryptic. "You are going to
put on a show for me and I don't want any static, ok?"
"Ok", he said rather sheepishly. He knew I had him and that I was not
going to let him off the hook too easily. He knew that this would all be
in good fun but at the same time, he wasn't sure just how far I would take
it.
I said, "Take off your shirt", and he obliged.
I love Max's chest. He keeps himself in good shape but doesn't get
carried away like those body builder types. I think that is ridiculous.
He is just right. Just enough hair for me to play with but not so much
that he looks as though I should keep him tied up in the back yard. There
isn't any on his back. A hairy back is always a bad sign.
Anyway......
My next move was to try and arouse him.
"I'll bet you'd just love to trade places with me right now, huh?
Wouldn't you like to be sitting here and looking at me with no shirt on?
I'd still have my bra on but it's one of those sexy ones that you gave me
for Christmas. The pink, low cut, see-through one." I lied. I was
wearing my trusty Maidenform at the time.
"You would be able to see my pink nipples peeking over the edge."
I knew that this was at turn on for him. He almost preferred me to wear
one of my sexy bras than to go completely topless; almost.
I kept taunting him and soon began to see evidence of success. When I got
to the part about how I would take my bra off and let him get a look at
my firm, perfectly shaped 36D boobs, I could see a faint bulge in the
crotch of his sweat paints. There was no hiding it. There is no way for
a man in sweat pants to keep an erection a secret. And we both new it.
I stopped talking. We both looked at his crotch. I smiled. Max just put
his head back in hopes that this would all go away. No chance.
"That's what I want to see", I exclaimed. "Show me that hard on."
That just embarrassed him further and it just kept on rising.
He wasn't looking at me. I figured that this was a good time to change my
tactics. I really wanted to get him turned on.
After a pause I said, "Ya know, I really love to see you get a hard on. I
get wet just thinking about it. I love how it looks in the beginning.
The way it lays soft and limp over your balls. It's really exciting to
watch it grow and raise up until it's long and stiff."
That was all he needed to hear. His penis seemed to almost snap to
attention. His eight inch cock acted like a tent pole under his sweat
pants. I was really enjoying the view.
Max picked up his head and looked at me again. He had that "really?" look
in his eyes. I have told him countless times about how his body excites
me but he keeps giving me that same look. But that's ok. It's a little
game we play. We both act surprised when the other says that they like
how we look. That gives us an excuse to talk sexy and describe what we
like. It's a turn on for both of us.
"Ok. Lets get down to business", I said while greedily rubbing my hands
together. "Drop those pants."
He raised his butt up just high enough to slip his sweat pants off and let
them drop down around his ankles.
We were both briefly mesmerized by the sight of his erect cock straining
against his jockey shorts. (They were actually Fruit-of-the-Looms.)
He broke the silence with, "I suppose you want these off too" as he began
to pick his butt up again.
"No way, Jose", I interrupted. "I'm calling the shots here."
He settled back down in the chair. There was silence for a moment and
Max sensed that I didn't know what I wanted him to do next.
He said, "OK. Now what, boss lady?"
I said, "Ok bright eyes. What would be your next move."
Without hesitation he said, "I'll tell you what I would do. I'd have you
come over here and take care of this little problem that's just come up."
He was beginning to get into the game.
"Oh yeah. How, tough guy?"
"Well for starters, I'd have you sit on my cock and hump it until you got
what's coming to you."
I snapped back, "Not today, big boy!"
I was a bit surprised by how graphic he was but figured he was just trying
to shock me. I wasn't going to let that happen.
"But maybe if you begged real hard, I might let you suck my pussy until I
came on your face."
I think I really stunned him with that one. He didn't say anything.
Then I noticed that he was enjoying this. I noticed a very small wet spot
begin to form in his underwear. It was right at the tip of his penis.
Things were really beginning to heat up. I was getting excited too. I
was beginning to feel my pussy get a bit moist.
"It's PAYOFF time", I announced.
"Huh?", was all he said. (He says that a lot.)
"I see that you really like this kind of talk. But now you'll do exactly
what I say."
"Ok. You're the boss", he resigned.
"I want you to touch the tip of your cock with you finger. Get it wet."
He obligingly, but timidly, placed his index finger where I told him to.
"Come on. Move it around", I said firmly.
As he followed my instructions, he was getting more and more excited. His
breathing was getting deeper and deeper. He was looking less at me and
more at what he was doing. I could tell that his body was producing more
and more of the lubricant because the wet spot was getting bigger. His
underwear was becoming transparent wherever it was wet.
I was really enjoying this but I wasn't going to let on.
"Take off the shorts."
He did and tossed them from view. He was definitely turned on. His
magnificent cock stood straight up and pulsated with every heart beat.
"Keep going. Put that finger back", I barked.
He resumed the circular motions of his finger over the head of his penis.
I had done this to him many times in the past but I was amazed at how wet
I was getting by watching him do it to himself. I could feel that my
panties were beginning to get wet right over the opening of my pussy.
"Stop for a minute", I barked. "Get your hand away and use those muscles
to move that cock." It sounded pretty stupid when I said it but he knew
what I meant. I'd seen in the past how he could tense up and make his
penis stiffen even more than it already was. I loved that.
As he fulfilled my request, his cock leaned a bit towards his stomach.
"Keep going, guy. Make it move."
Ah ha! I knew it would happen. I knew that with each muscle contraction,
his body would pump just a little more of his juices up to the tip of his
cock. I could see quite a large drop of the glycerin-like liquid forming
on the head.
"Hold it for a minute", I ordered.
We both stared at his penis. I gleefully watched the drop slowly, but
steadily, make its way to the edge and drip down the length of his shaft.
This time, in a soft and gentle voice, I said, "I want to see more." I
just couldn't keep the rough personality going any longer.
And Max knew exactly what I wanted to see. He wrapped his right hand
around the base of his cock and slid it up to the head. This produced
much more of his juices that immediately ran down the path created by the
first drop. I was definitely enjoying this. I was starting to fidget in
my chair and every time I moved, I could feel that my cunt was all squishy
inside.
In an even softer voice I said, "Keep going. I like that."
I guess he enjoyed putting on this show for me because he seemed to sense
exactly what I wanted. He realized that this was for my benefit and was
going to make it very easy for me to get what I wanted.
He released the grip on his cock and held it with just his fingers. Then
he began to move it up and down. I could see the skin along the side ride
up and down with every stroke. Every once in a while, he would rub the
palm of his hand over the head which spread the wetness that had
collected.
He looked at me staring with my mouth wide open and asked, "Ya like that,
baby?"
Without moving my eyes away from his crotch, I nodded my head and said,
"uh huh."
"Well, what's next? You're the boss", he said.
"Make it more wet", I sheepishly replied.
He smiled slightly and, without interrupting his stroking, started to
bring his left hand up to his mouth.
"No. With the other hand", I demanded.
His smile broadened and he obliged. He brought his left hand, now pretty
wet, up to his lips and licked them with his tongue. He stared right into
my eyes as he did so. He knew that I wanted him to taste his juices, like
I had done so many times before, and he was going to make sure that I was
watching his every move.
He lowered his hand and deposited the saliva on his cock. He
re-established the grip of his finger tips and resumed their motion. He
repeated the process over and over again. Each time with increasing
speed. He was really getting into this.
By now, Max's cock was completely soaked. It glistened in the glow of the
reading lamp. His stroking motion had increased in intensity.
Unconsciously, my own hand had dropped down between my legs and was very
gently rubbing the outside of my pussy through my very wet panties.
"Are you enjoying this my dear", he said as he looked directly at the hand
that was lightly fondling my pussy.
I looked down and for the first time, realized what I was doing.
"I guess so", I replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Good", he said. "It helps me with what I'm doing."
"Want some more help?"
"Sure", has responded without hesitation.
"What kind?"
"How about joining in the fun over here."
"Oh no", I quickly chimed. "I won the bet. Not you. But I will give you
a little stimulation."
With that, I got up, walked over to him, and stood between his legs. I
dropped my skirt on the floor and let him get a good look at how my
panties were soaked. As seductively as I could, I slipped them off and
dangled them from the tip of my finger. Slowly, I moved them to his face
and put them right up to his nose. I watched him take a slow deep breath.
Looking down, I could see that he liked what I had done because the next
upward stroke of his hand produced quite a lot of the clear liquid from
his cock.
I wasn't finished yet. I dropped my wet panties on his chest and lowered
both of my hands to my crotch. I lifted one leg over his and placed it on
the edge of the easy chair. With both hands I spread the lips of my pussy
open. He had a great view of the opening to my cunt and my exposed
clitoris. We could both smell the sweet musky aroma from my pussy. Then
I did the same thing that I had asked him to do. I clenched my internal
muscles. We both watched as my clear slippery cunt juices began to ooze
from the opening and run down my leg. (My vagina has always tended to get
extremely wet. There have been many times when we have used that to our
mutual excitement.)
He just stared and said, "Oh baby!"
The rhythm of his pumping increased. He held his cock firmly in his hands
now; not with just his fingers.
I knelt down between his legs and put my mouth mere inches from his penis.
As I opened my mouth, Max stopped his stroking in anticipation of my next
move. But he was wrong. I wasn't going to take him into my mouth like he
wanted. Not this time. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and placed
just the tip of my tongue on the head of his cock. I barely touched it.
Instantly I felt the sticky wetness leap to my tongue. I just loved its
slightly salty and very sweet taste.
I looked right into his eyes as I began to lean away. My tongue was still
connected to the tip of his cock by a fine clear liquid thread. I watched
Max's expression change from one of joy and anticipation to one of
frustration and disappointment.
"Sorry, guy. Not this time", I said. "But I will give you some verbal
encouragement." This was certainly no consolation but we both knew that
the end was near.
"What do you want to hear?", I asked.
"Tell me what you're thinking. What's happening to you."
"Sure. No problem", I replied.
He let his head fall back against the back of easy chair and closed his
eyes. His stroking continued. I rested my head on my hands that lay on
the edge of the chair. My face was right between his legs with my view
completely filled with his tight balls and magnificent cock. I didn't
want to miss a thing. I began to talk. He continued to stroke.
"Ya know Max? I am really turned on by what your doing. I've never seen
a man rub himself before and I'm enjoying every minute of it. I love how
your balls have tightened up around the base of your penis. It's real
sexy how the skin slides up and down over all the little bumps and veins
of your cock. It's so exciting to watch that clear stuff leak out of that
tiny hole every time you move up. Watching it run down the sides and get
all over your fingers, drives me nuts. My cunt is so wet that it's
dripping down my leg. Look, I'll prove it."
Max raised his head and opened his eyes. I slipped one hand down between
my legs and rubbed three fingers around the outside of my pussy. When I
brought them back up to where Max could see them, I said, "See?"
It was plainly obvious that I was excited. A slick clear film coated all
three fingers that glistened in the light. When I parted them slightly,
you could see how the sticky wetness clung to each finger.
He just said, "OH GOD!", and put his head back again. His stroking
intensified again.
"Oh God is right, Max. This looks wonderful. Watching you makes me so
crazy that I just want to jump all over you. I want to put your cock deep
into my mouth have my tongue feel what your fingers are feeling. I want
to taste and smell you. I want to suck on you until I feel your cock
squirt cum into my mouth. I want to play with it with my lips and
tongue."
"But I can't make up my mind", I continued. "At the same time, I want to
sit over you, spread my cunt wide open, and thrust you into my pussy with
one stroke. I want to ride up and down on your cock until you make me
come. I want your cock to explode deep inside me. I want to keep moving
so that I can watch your hot sticky juices ooze out of my pussy, coat your
cock and drip down your balls. Then I want to lick your shaft so that I
can taste your cum mixed in with mine."
That did it. That was too much for him. I had never actually done that
last part before but I wasn't kidding about wanting to try it.
He gasped, "Oh God. I'm coming....I'm coming..."
I stopped talking and just stared and his penis. His head was still back
and his stroking was at a feverish pace.
Suddenly, his stomach muscles tensed and rippled. He stopped stroking and
just held himself. His chest jerked upward but his head remained back.
Then it jerked again.
And then it came.
A stream of Max's cum shot straight up from his cock, right in front of my
face. It came back down and landed back on the tip and instantly began to
run down the side. Another burst of the creamy white liquid shot up and
came to rest in the hair of his lower abdomen. He began to slowly pump
his cock again.
Again he spasmed but now his cum came with less force.
His body contracted several times more and finally relaxed. Max's pumping
continued and more of the white liquid flowed from the tip with each
upward stroke.
Finally he stopped his stroking, raised his head and looked at what had
happened. His breathing was slow but very deep. Without saying a word,
we both just stared and Max's penis. Almost like melted whipped cream,
his cum continued to flow down and drip around and through his fingers.
Occasionally, Max would slightly separate his finger to gently caress
himself. Each time, his fingers remained webbed with the white
translucent creamy goo. A feeling that I've felt many times. (And, by the
way, I enjoy immensely.)
A bit out of breath, he looked at me and asked, "So? Are you satisfied?
Look at the mess I've made because of you." He released his grip but his
cock remained stiff and erect.
"Yeah, I know", I replied. "But I love it", I gleefully added.
With that, I opened my mouth and again moved towards his cock. This time
I wasn't so delicate with my touch. Like a popcycle, I licked the warm
sticky cum from the base of his cock to the tip. Then I rolled my tongue
back inside my mouth and savored my treat. Again and again I repeated the
process but for all of the times that I've tasted his cum, this was the
first time that none of it ended up on my face. He was the one that would
get sticky; not me. (I really didn't mind, though.)
"There. How's that?", I said, although you couldn't really consider him
clean.
"What about this?", he said, showing me his dripping hand.
"Sorry, that's your problem." And with that, I got up, turned around,
grabbed the kitchen chair, and went to put it away. As I walked, I made
sure that he was watching and wiggled my naked little ass for one last
tease.
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