Suddenly, though, I'm empty. I look up athim;he's still smiling. "Beg for it."I look down at his cock, the the large organ so hard I can see it throb ...ntime with his heartbeat; a small whimper escapes as I look back at hisface. These perfect arms, I note, strong and well defined, and I can't helpmyself. I extend my tongue and ever so gently lap at his forearm, tracingevery muscle as I look into those smoldering eyes."Fuck," he grunts, lining his cock up, pressing the flared head against. "Claire was panicking, she knew she hadn't done it, but could she prove it? His fingers were now under the front of her top and her nipples were responding to his touch, they were getting so hard, they ached. She hadn't had sex in months, something always seemed to go wrong, all she had were her plastic and rubber friends and her fingers, they were good, but always left her unsatisfied.With his knee, he urged her legs apart and started on her knees, caressing her thigh up to the hem of her. But this time there was a big difference. I was with an older man who not only had decades of sexual experience behind him, but had the confidence and certainty that was about to quickly change my night, and my life. He reached out and ran his hands along my thighs, up my stomach to my chest, then continued with them until he held my face between them. Pulling me towards him he leant forwards and kissed me. Gently and softly at first, our lips barely touching, the heat and tension between us. She wore high necked clothes and mid length frocks, hiding her unadulterated marking, people thought her a bible thumping convert, in truth she hid her sexual excesses, her markings and sexual decadency, her thin veil to the world, and the men who new better as she passed them walking with their own wives, sending her secret signals to them, yearning for more markings. Of course I was drawn into their excesses, as I watched men drop their facades and become vile over a beautiful nymphomaniac,.