How Do You Like to be Seduced? (Sexual Eruption)

WORDS BY DAVE JACKSON

“Look at me.”

Standing confident and unwavering; my command wafted in the air, as she stood across from me nervously. This was our first time doing this.

I continued with my command.

“Undress slowly.”

I sat back in my chair, crossing my left leg over my right, and lit a cigarette before taking a sip from my glass. The combination of orange essence and cognac slid off my tongue and down my throat as she stood there, slowly unzipping her skirt for me.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

I gave her a reassuring nod and took another sip of my cognac.

“Don’t take it off yet.”

She paused, mid zip, to look at me.

“The blouse… Unbutton it.”

She took each button apart to reveal her lace bra, her mounds swelling seductively over the tops of the lace.

“Can I take it off?” she asked, this time of the blouse.

I give her a nod of approval and she lets the blouse drift to the floor.

She’s very shy.

Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glances at me with a innocent smile.

“The skirt… Take it off.”

She does a little shimmy and the skirt slips off and down her hips to reveal smooth… Brown… Pantyless… Skin.

I sighed.

She smiled.

I raised an eyebrow with a cocksure look on my face.

“You’re so going to get it tonight,” she smiled. “But you already knew that.”

She made her way towards me, sashaying the entire way. Placing her hands on her hips, she whispered, “Do you like this?”

I nod.

Yes.

“Do you want this?”

I nod yes.

Again.

“You gonna take care of this?”

I neither answered nor ignored her. Instead I signaled her to come here.

She approaches, but halts suddenly. Bending forward, she places her hands on the armrests of my chair. Turning her head and sucking her cheeks and lips into a pucker, she smirks.

“Now what?”

I look up at her, smiling and utter only one word: “Sit.”

Puzzled, she moves in to sit on my lap.

I stop her.

“My face,” I smirk. “Sit on my face”.

Smiling, she slowly climbed on top of me. Along the way, we share a passionate kiss. Her lips are moist and perfect.

“I’ve been waiting on you,” she says.

All of the unsaid things; the connection between us feels solidified. Rubbing her body against mine, her petite frame, her neck, breasts and belly button graze against my face and I gently kiss all of her as each section passes my lips.

She moans out in passion as if she had been dreaming about this night like I had been.

She caressed my baldhead with her hands, as her body continued to rub against me.

Her scent is intoxicating. She smells like a woman should.

She’s agile.

Even in 5-inch heels she moves effortlessly. Finally, removing her bra, she gently rubs her breasts one by one, showing me how she likes them to be touched.

She sucks on her fingers and rubs it over her nipples until erect. She repeats the process on the other causing parts of me to get erect.

Her hands, slowly ride down to her treasure and I watch her beautiful pussy as it’s presented to me.

She rubs it.

Moaning and winding her hips as she slowly touches her self.

“I want her wet for you,” she tells me.

I watch her fingers steadily disappear within her, only to return and re-submerge.

I could see excitement dribbling down her fingers.

She was watching me, as she placed her nipple in her mouth and her fingers deeper inside of herself.

It was all for me.

To prove it, she placed her pussy-soaked fingers on the rim of my mouth.

I gladly suckled on them.

“Is that good to you?” she asked.

I suck louder in response.

She raises her lower half to my lips.

I am staring at her clit and those luscious other lips.

I can smell her ecstasy.

She grabs me by my head and raises it to meet her eyes: “I love your lips, I’ve been dreaming about putting this on your lips,” she says intently. “Do you understand?”

I nod.

Yes.

She nods back at me and places her pussy perfectly on my lips.

She rolls her hips.

I take a lick.

She grinds against my lip.

“Can I come in your mouth, baby?”

I exhale.

Yes.

She shrieks as her essence erupts into my mouth and down my throat. I grabbed her and held her in place as I slurped greedily from her volcano. I eased her into my lap and we looked into each other for what seemed to last forever.

We kissed as though we were old lovers, married for 35 years and still my favorite girl in the whole wide world.

“Can I take care of you, baby?” she asks.

I sigh.

“Yes, baby.”

She slides down my body, touching me everywhere—firmly grabbing my shoulders, searching my chest and rubbing my thighs.

Her hands find Him. She smirks as her eyes widen as if asking, “Damn, that’s you?”

I smirk back and nod.

Yes.

My erection is full blown.

It’s trying to escape, rising up inside my pants like a cat’s tail in heat. The shaft is pulsating and widening. The head stiffens and blossoms into an arched mushroom.

I felt my pants open and her warm hands loosely, then firmly hold me. She stroked it up and down, feeling the blood coursing through me.

The heat was real.

She licked and sucked her fingers and palm, which rubbed against the head.

It felt so good.

I moaned, “Shit!”

She placed her lips on the head and sucked…

Very…

Very…

Slowly.

I can feel how wet it is when her lips leave it. This routine of slowly sucking my dick and popping it out of her mouth—she repeats again and again.

She was rewriting the way I needed to be touched as a man.

Her mouth was amazing on me. Every time her lips twisted and contorted on my head and shaft, I expanded until I was on full tilt.

She licked it from the bottom to the tip.

Then, the sides.

She swallowed my balls whole.

When I finally opened my eyes, my dick was as slick as the BP oil spill and someone needed to clean up this mess.

She was more than up for the task.

“You ready, honey?” she asked.

I nod in return.

Yes.

Turning her back to me, she looks over her shoulder while sucking on her fingers. She proceeds to lower them below her waist and moistens her pussy even more.

She palms my dick at the shaft, rubbing it against her clit and inside her pussy, teasing both of us.

With my dick in her hand, she lowers herself on top of me, reverse cowgirl.

Her pussy.

Wet, warm and welcoming…

Her walls.

Responsive and radiating.

My shaft follows and she grunts, “Ooooh… Oh, my…”

She eases down until I’ve filled her.

Instinctually, I grab a firm grip on her slender waist.

“Get it, baby,” she pleads.

I raise her up and down slowly, getting her adjusted to me. Her pleasurable pain is evident. I stay there, lifting her up and down; squeezing the juices out of her and onto me. Every time I bring her body up, I crash it back down on top of me, mixing the sounds of our flesh becoming one.

I grab her legs under the knees and pull them. Adjusting my pelvis and tilting it at an angle, I ram my dick inside her.

Harder.

Then, softer.

“Get that pussy, boy,” she grunts.

I open my legs, allowing her to bring her own together. She rests her hands on my thighs, while I raise her up by her ass. My hands firmly attached to her cheeks, I spread them apart.

As she comes once more, her climax is creamy and runs down my manhood like summer rain.

Warm and fluid.

Switching positions, I turn her and bend her over the chair for some doggystyle.

She whispers, “I don’t know if I can take this.”

Smiling, I positioned myself behind her, got a good grip on my dick and slid inside. She was elegant in her stance; one leg firmly planted to the floor, the other up in a swan. I pulled her hair a little bit to hold in her position. She responded to my aggression by digging her nails into my forearms.

As the tension brings us closer and pulls me in deeper, we’re both on the edge of climaxing. I push harder and faster, as her walls warm up around my dick.

We’re both panting.

Until she screams out at the top of her lungs…

“Yes…”

“Yes…”

“It’s yours, baby!”

With those words, I submit and we both climax.

Our legs are jittery and weak, our brows full of sweat and we are seemingly stuck together at this moment.

When we regain the ability to move, we find ourselves once again sitting in the chair… This time wrapped in each other’s arms.

The silence is broken by the utterance of three all-important words: “I love you.”

I nod.

Yes.

Fin!

Have you ever seduced your lover? What did you do to seduce him or her? Do you appreciate a lover that takes their time to savor the moment or one that’s ready to jump right into it? Has a chair ever made its way into your lovemaking? How are you at taking orders in the bedroom? Or are you more likely to be the one giving the orders?

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