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Puppy Dog Eyes
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Puppy dog eyes
I've often wondered why I affect people the way I do. It has been the same
since I was a little girl. Then, I thought it was my hair and eyes. By the
time I reached high school, I'm sure the reason was my breasts. They always
attracted attention no matter what I wore. They aren't particularly large,
though I do wear a 32 c-cup bra, but they are very high on my chest and
sport extraordinarily puffy upturned areolae. Even when soft, they make
sizable impressions in whatever I wear. Whenever people talk to me, their
eyes are always glued to my boobs. It's kind of freaky, almost like they're
talking not to me but my nipples!
One time, at a party, the guy I was with came in his pants while we were
slow dancing. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I've had that happen more than
once on a date but he should have controlled himself in front of all those
people. When I would go out on date, the guys wouldn't keep there hands off
me. If I let them kiss me, they wanted to feel my titties. And if I let them
do that they wanted to suck and nibble on my huge nipples. And if they did
that, they wanted to put their hands in my panties and sink their fingers in
my pussy. It was like they couldn't help themselves. They were so pitiful,
sometimes I just gave in and let them do whatever they wanted. I felt like
the Salvation Army... always giving to the desperately needy.
It wasn't just guys. Women also seemed to think of me in a different way.
One of my teachers told me it was the way I went about my life; as though I
was looking past people. That I seemed impossible to get close to. That my
body breathed sexuality. She told me this while her eyes were glued to the
upturned tips of my breasts, totally mesmerized.
Recently a guy I've gone out with a few times, said I always seem on the
sexual edge, and when he is around me he is there too. He said it was like
he kept thinking he would respect me in the morning but right then all he
wanted was to tear my cloths off and fuck my brains out. After a time, all
this dating seems so worthless. As I said I'm not sure what it is that I do
to people but one of these days I hope to find out. In the meantime I've
limited the number of people I go out with and I spend a lot of time by
myself and with a couple of girl friends. Most of the new people I meet now,
especially men, are related to business.
I met Ned on a business trip. We were in New Orleans and our meeting had
lasted later than expected. He found out I was staying at the same place as
he was and asked if I wanted to share a taxi back to the hotel. I agreed and
soon we were on our way to the French Quarter. When we got back, he reminded
me we he had not eaten and said he would be happy to have me as his guest.
I was a little hesitant, but since he was about twice as old as I was, I
felt safe and didn't see any harm in being with him.
As we went out of the hotel and walked down the street, he placed my arm in
his. I looked up at him and saw something warm and secure, and I began to
feel warm and secure as well. Soon I felt myself gently brushing against him
as we walked. I learned Ned's wife had left him two years ago, after joining
an encounter group. This would be the first time he had been out with any
female since his divorce and he was a little concerned; I was so young. My
heart began to feel closer to Ned and his separation from other people.
The food was good, the service was slow but as Ned talked and shared his
stories with me, I knew I wanted dinner to last for hours. He looked into my
eyes as we spoke, a genuine rarity. The table was one at which I could be
close to him and at the same time look into his eyes. Gradually I realized
the voices in the restaurant were becoming more distant and my imagination
was beginning to take control of my mind. I began to think about what it
would be to be with a man like Ned. I found I could hear my breathing and
heart beat better than the words that were being spoken. I became aware of
the wetness between my legs, and my nipples pushing almost painfully against
my bra. I was glad to be wearing one. If not, it would be so embarrassing.
My nipples would be sticking out, throbbing, more than a full inch past my
dark areolae. By the time we left the restaurant, I knew I was not going to
let the evening end with a hand shake. I was aching to fuck his face with
my nipples while he plundered my crotch holes with all he had to offer.
"Ned," my words trembled, "this has been so nice. Why don't we take some
wine to my room and we can... continue."
A quizzical expression came over Ned's face. He looked at me almost as
though he was looking back into time itself. Finally he replied, "I would
like that Lena, if you would. But you kick me out if I stay too long."
On the way to my room, Ned ordered some wine from room service . When we
got to the room I helped him off with his coat and told him to take off his
tie. He pored some wine and soon we were once again talking. My dress was
soft and fell loosely outlining my legs. I saw Ned looking but I knew he
would go no further on his own. I slowly got up, walked behind him, placed
my hands on his shoulder and began to run my fingers across the back of his
shirt and up the back of his neck.
"Ned, you seem so tired and strung out. I'll bet no one has given you a
massage in a long time. Come over to the bed with me." I turned the dimmer,
lowered the lights and led him to the bed where he could sit down. Then I
knelt on my knees and began to unbutton his shirt. I reached up and kissed
him lightly on his lips while I took hold of his hands.
"You know Ned, I can't let you go tonight. I need you, and I believe you
need me." I looked into his big puppy dog eyes and waited for his reply.
His sad eyes in mine and hand in hand, I held my breath for what seemed an
eternity. Finally he put one arm around my waist and pulled me to him. With
the other hand he took hold of my hair, drew my face to him and then kissed
me with such gentle passion. I melted into his arms.
Eventually, I stood up and began to remove my clothes. Each piece was
taken off slowly as though it represented a gift to him. When his eyes would
avert, I would reach down and pull his face up so that he would view me.
When all my cloths were off, I stood there for a minute and then drew closer.
I took his hands in mine and moved them over my body. I wanted him to know
there was no part of my body he would be denied. I carried his hands to my
breasts, my ass, and against my thickly forested pussy.
Then I helped him off with his clothes and pushed him gently back on the
bed. I quickly smiled from ear to ear as I ogled his unexpected abundance.
I crossed one leg over his body and sat on his abdomen, my pussy wrapped
around his semi-hard manhood. I slowly undulated my hips to annoint his
lusciously thick log with my juices as I reached behind me and found his
outrageously big balls. I lovingly massaged them, feeling his cock begin to
bloat and harden against my puffy womanhood. I wiggled a fingertip into his
anus and his lovelog throbbed against my clit. My heart pounded knowing I
had never seen or been pleasured by anything the likes of what was parting
my labia. It had to be every bit of 14 inches long and 2 3/4 inches thick
as I leaned over and began to kiss him, wondering if I could get all of it
in me and if it would feel every bit as good as it looked. He lay still on
the bed, savouring my slighering on his body. I tongued his nipples then
nibbled on the little nubbins.
I slowly slid my crotch up the length of him until it slipped free of my
netherlands. Just inches from his face, he quickly tongued my clit for a
delicious moment before I cocked my hips to nuzzle his stiff, swollen knob
between my swollen labia, so wet with my lust. Slowly I pushed backward
against his knob. With eyes closed and mouth agape, his cock stretched my
little muff painfull, beyond anything I had ever experienced. The pain not
withstanding, the engorged feeling was indescribably delicious. I began
rocking back and forth engulfing more and more of his majestic manhood with
each slithering motion. I lowered one of my outrageously bloated nipples
to his lips. It was instantly sucked deep into his mouth. My eyes rolled
back into my head.
I'm not sure how long we fucked like that but as we did his hands came
around my back and began slowly caressing me. He stroked my neck, my back,
and then, holding my hard sweaty buns, he began pulling me to him. His cock
inched deeper until it touched a part of me, deep inside, that must have been
a special switch to my sexuality. I came instantly, without any warning. I
lost all control, giving myself totally to Ned. I sensed the awesome power
of his manhood, yet his gentleness. I began weeping with joy as my juices
anointed the awesome fucker in my love nest.
Suddenly, I was no longer on top of Ned. I was on my back, my knees up to
my chest with legs spread. Ned was rocking his pelvis, driving his cock deep
into me with a power I had never experienced. His hands gently kneaded my
breasts. His lips sought mine as his tongue probed deep into my mouth. Our
loins began to pound noisily as his cock stroked my clit on it's long way
into my pussy. I exploded again and again, nonstop and I didn't think they
would end. I was on a carnal voyage unlike any other and the guide was Ned's
incomparable love log.
His movement continued. By now my clit was so sensitive each stroke could
be felt all the way to my brain. Slowly I began to feel more and more of his
balls bouncing against my ass. Knowing that my vagina had accommodated
almost all of him, my pelvis arched up to receive the last few inches of him.
Perspiration covered me. My pussy was noisy as he sloshed in my juices. He
began to drive into me deeper than ever. Suddenly, his cock began to lurch
wildly inside of me as it delivered the thunderous cargo of his bouncing
balls. Good God, there was so much.
I could feel every convulsing firing of his glorious cannon. It filled my
womb, and still he continued. It squirted out and trickled into my spasming
asshole, and I came again. My pelvis thrashed with unbridled passion. I
wanted him in the very depths of my body. My rapid breathing turned to gasps
for air. By the time he finished cumming, I was dizzy, my belly was bloated
with his seed and my pussy swollen from the goring. I pulled him to me so
he couldn't withdraw.
Slowly, my thrashing subsided and he slid his long soft lizard out of me.
The trapped juices gushed out and filled the room with the aroma of our lust.
As he rolled over, I knew there was one more part of Ned I had to experience.
I tenderly licked each of his balls then the long heavily veined shaft of his
manhood. His still bloated yet softened fucker was at least 12 inches long.
I sucked the massive uncut knob into my mouth, savoring the last few drops
of his love, then closed my eyes.
A few minutes later, I was awakened from my trance by a tickling of my
tonsils. I opened my eyes to the joyous sight of his incredibly long thick
log of heavily veined love muscle, throbbing hard. In an instant my crotch
was quivering with anticipation. With heart pounding, I spun around and got
up on my elbows and knees, deeply arched my back to thrust up my love nest
in an offering of total submission to my puppy dog lover's brutish love icon,
hissing huskily, "mount me... really hard... fuck me till my ears bleed!"
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