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Lisa looked up from where she knelt, took the cock out of her mouth, and looked up. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open as his laboured breathing signified his proximity to orgasm. With a curl of her tongue she flicked the end of helmet, teasing the slit. His eyes squeezed closed tighter and he bit his bottom lip. Lisa smiled to herself, opened her mouth wide, and sucked hard until her luscious lips were over the ridge and her sexy mouth was stuffed full of cock.

Lisa's long fingers wrapped around the base of the cock as she started to pump her head back and forth, her long dark hair brushing the shaft. She brought her free hand up and extended a long finger; her fingernail ran along the tight ridges of his scrotum and he gasped once more.

*quot;Oh fuck Lisa, I'm gonna cum*quot;. She pulled the cock out of her mouth, wanked it harder, licking the end whilst she watched his face for the telltale signs of climax.

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She had spotted him a few hours earlier. Tall, dark, with a head of thick curls and confident manner, she had watched him hold court and seen the looks on the faces of those around him as they were spellbound by his charisma. I want him, thought Lisa. All these others may want him too. But I shall get him.

She had gone to the bathroom and removed her bra. She knew her breasts were small but beautifully formed; their pertness and stiff nipples had been admired by many men and had never failed to bring her an equally stiff cock when she required it. Lisa waited until her quarry excused himself from the giggling mass and headed towards the toilets.

*quot;Hello there,*quot; she said, tilting her head to one side and letting her hair fall across her eyes. He couldn't help but notice her forward manner, and his eyes roamed over her pretty face, the perfect culmination of a mix of three races. Her long eyelashes covered her deep brown eyes, her dusky skin was taut over her sharp cheekbones, and her voluptuous mouth glistened with the promise of joy to come. She watched his eyes take in her features before swooping lower to where the outline of her nipples was stretched tight against the thin material of her top. For the first time she watched him lose his cool as his pupils dilated at the sight and his cheeks flushed. She smirked; she knew she had him.

*quot;I'm Chris. Lovely to meet you.*quot; His eyes shone.

*quot;Lisa; you too. What brings you here?*quot; She was in equal parts amused and excited.

*quot;Ah, I know a few people from work.*quot; His gaze was firmly squared with hers.

*quot;So what do you do, then?*quot; she asked, tilting her head.

*quot;I'm a teacher. How about yourself?*quot; She adored his charismatic confidence.

*quot;I'm a teacher too.*quot; Oh yes; and I intend to give you some extra lessons, she thought.

*quot;I expect you're a lot better at it than I. Can't say I've quite clicked with it yet*quot;. She was surprised at his self-deprecation; it was an element to his personality she would never have identified through first impression. samsun escort She hoped she wasn't wrong about the rest of it.

*quot;Well, I believe there's only one thing a teacher needs to be a good teacher.*quot; He leant back against the doorframe, arms folded, an amused look in his eyes.

*quot;Go on. I'm all ears.*quot; She leant in close, until her hard nipples were brushing his bare arm. She felt him sharply inhale.

*quot;You can only teach well when you're getting a good fucking,*quot; she whispered, smiling as his eyebrows shot up. *quot;Are you getting a good fucking?*quot;

*quot;I think I may have reached a turning point in my educational career. Shall we leave?*quot;

He offered his arm and together they hit the exit.

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Once on the staircase, Lisa stopped and turned to him. She needed to test her hypothesis.

*quot;Aren't you going to kiss me?*quot; she challenged, looking hard into his eyes. He chuckled, cast his arms around her back, and moved in close. Just as their lips seemed destined to meet he stopped, caught her eyes, and closed his, moving his lips over her beautiful mouth. Their tongues collided and gently writhed, teasing and probing each other's mouths. He brought a hand up to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair; his other hand moved down to her peachy arse. She felt herself begin to moisten as her hardness pressed up against her. His hand ran from the firm cheek of her buttock, over her hips, along her taut side and to the swell of her breast, his thumb circling the nipple. Lisa was pleasantly surprised by his unexpected early physicality, and the dampness in her knickers intensified.

They took the short walk to her flat in near-silence, stopping occasionally to kiss. She found his kissing intoxicating; the slight roughness of his chin signifying his masculinity, his strong hands beginning to explore her tender body. She loved the kissing, but couldn't wait to have him to herself behind closed doors.

As she slid her key into her front door his arm moved around her waist, and she felt a hand slide her hair from her elegant neck. His kisses sent an electric shock down her spine, taking in her nipples and aching clitoris on the way. She loved the kissing but needed him inside. The door opened and she stepped forward, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Before she'd even switched the light on she had turned and held his broad face, before kissing him deeply. She needed him now, she needed him naked and hard. His hands raced over her body, urgently exploring her, tugging at the hem of her shirt. She pushed him gently back and rested on the edge of the bed, fixing her glare on him in the gentle light the night cast through the window. The shadows hid his eyes but she could sense him burning for her.

Lisa lifted the top over her head and heard him let out an involuntary moan as her breasts were unveiled in the moonlight. She leaned back on the bed, supported by her arms, and siirt escort let him drink in her body; her long brown torso, her impossibly pert breasts, their roundness topped by dark aureole and thick, long nipples.

He moved towards her and touched her shoulders as she looked up at him. His hands caressed her and felt the weight of her breasts, the nipples hardening yet further to his touch. He moved his head down to kiss them.

*quot;Not yet*quot; she whispered, pushing him back up. She ran her hands up his strong thighs and to his belt. *quot;Shall I...?*quot; she whispered coquettishly. He nodded, and she moved her hands to his belt, allowing her thumbs to linger over the hardness manifesting itself beneath his flies and down his inner leg, hinting with the promise of pleasure to come.

As she slipped his jeans down, the true length of Chris became apparent to her, solid against the material of his boxer shorts. She ran a finger down the length of him, feeling the veins and ridges standing proud, and the velvet hardness within. Finally she slipped down the shorts and let him bounce free into her face.

She wrapped her long fingers around him, feeling his hardness and scenting his excitement. For the first time she took him into her mouth, delighting in the taste of his beautiful cock. She was able to fist both hands around the shaft and still fit the end into her mouth, running her tongue across it. Lisa slipped the wet cock, dripping precum now, from her mouth and dragged it down to her nipples, circling each one with his heavy penis.

This seemed to be too much for Chris; his hands found their way under Lisa's arms and she was roughly pulled up and pushed down onto the bed. His hands were scrabbling at her belt and she threw her arms behind her head to allow him full access to her body, lifting her pelvis as he pulled off her jeans and socks, leaving just her soaking blue-spotted panties behind.

Chris could see how the dampness in her gusset had turned her knickers translucent, making her hairy pussy lips clearly visible beneath. He kissed his way up her legs, breathing in her gorgeous musky scent as he neared her honeypot. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, easing them over her ankles and casting them aside.

Finally he could see her laid out naked in front of him; her long, brown legs, her neat pussy, its dampness evident; her flat stomach, the slight swell of her breasts, her hard nipples, a graceful neck and atop it all, that beautiful face, framed by the near-black of her hair.

She had tired of watching and moved her hand to her pussy. Her finger slid down the glistening wetness of her slit, pulling the juice back up to her hard clitoris. He watched her wank for him. It was such as sexy sight, as her fingers worked on her soaking pussy, her other hand at her breast, that he couldn't help but let his hand fall to his own hardness, pulling the skin back and forth, his thumb spreading sinop escort his own wetness as he wanked. He saw her watching his cock as it twitched in his hand.

*quot;Please,*quot; she gasped. *quot;You have to fuck me right now.*quot;

For the first time that evening he sensed he had an element of control. He dived forward, his nose full of her scent as he buried his head into the mound of her pussy. She tasted divine on his tongue, and he explored her labia, thrusting into the tightness of her, before focusing his efforts on her hard little clit.

Lisa had never been a fan of cunnilingus, finding it hard to relax with her thighs wrapped round a stranger's neck as he explored her most intimate parts. But this time it was different; his tongue expertly teased and excited her hard nubbin, and her wetness intensified as her breathing became more shallow and rough, and fingers grasped at his hair. She swore as she felt her orgasm building. Again she begged for the release of fucking; again he ignored her.

Eventually Lisa realised she needed to wrest back control of this situation. She used a combination of arms and legs to turn Chris onto his back, and shoved him until his head was on the pillow. In a fluid movement she straddled his chest, feeling his big cock brushing against her buttocks. She kissed him deeply, more turned on by the taste of her own juices than she expected.

The cock was insistently pressing at her, however, and she knew she needed to feel it. She lifted her pelvis and felt the cock slide down past her anus and along the long slide of her pussy. She slowly allowed herself to back onto it, finally feeling its thickness stretching her beautifully, gently sliding down the shaft until she was sat on Chris's thighs, full of his thick, hard cock. And then, slowly at first, she began to move.

She began by simply rocking back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the cock inside her and the hardness of him pressing her clit to him. With a sigh she fell forward, and he took the hint to start fucking her, properly fucking her by grabbing her hips and moving his cock almost all the way out, then pushing her back onto him, filling her up, then pushing her back off him. Her breathing had become loud and ragged, and she could feel her orgasm building; the orgasm that had been building since she first laid eyes on him.

*quot;Tits,*quot; she gasped. *quot;Now, please, now, suck my tits.*quot;

His greedy mouth was immediately upon them, sucking hard as he'd been desperate too since she'd first caught his attention with them. He sucked and teased them, alternately flicking his tongue over the hardness then sucking them in deep.

*quot;Ohhhh ffuuuuucckkk,*quot; she moaned into his ear, as the waves of orgasm shook her pussy to its core. Grunting, he grabbed her hips and animalistically thrust her down onto him, fucking her harder. She collapsed onto him as the fatigue of her orgasm hit, her face buried into his chest. He stopped the fucking, close as he was, and held her.

*quot;You didn't come,*quot; she whispered, as her breath and vision returned.

*quot;Not yet,*quot; he answered, stroking her back.

*quot;Give me five minutes and I'll see about that.*quot; She could still feel his hardness aching inside her. She had plans for that cock.