This is another running story not started by me, but it looks like I am going to end it. The bold is from SexyFitWoman on AFF and the normal is mine.

The room wasn’t so much as room but more of a sexual lair. By the doorway hang two lined silk housecoats. A fireplace burns on one side, with a bed of cushions around a coffee table, in front of a futon.

I am waiting on the futon, my dress slightly above the tops of my black stocking. I hear the key turn in the door and watch it open. You step into the room, looking around until you spot me and your blue eyed piercing gaze locks on mine...

Words would not do in this case, and he knew it instinctively. What would was a touch, a touch that would convey more tension and passion with its application than any word. He moved to me reached out his hand and grasped the hair on the back of my head firmly and with confidence, filling my whole scalp with a tingling sensation, god it felt good.

The firm hand would not relent and pulled me to him and his wanton lips, he wanted me as much as I instantly wanted him, and he kissed me hard and full on my yearning lips. Soon his other hand was around me and at my lower back, pulling me closer and closer allowing me to feel his hard chest through the loose cotton shirt he’d adorned. And of course I realized he could feel my pouting breasts too, and that was electric as we held ourselves against each other.

My arms reached around him, grabbing his hard lean ass, pulling his body tighter against mine, as if trying to merge our bodies together. He grinded his hips into mine. I could feel his erection pressed against me, and I could feel myself responding with an aching need for him. My hands explored the shape of his fine body, toned, hard, masculine, everything about him said stud.

His demanding lips continued to cover mine as he kissed me with ravaging hunger, and his hands were not shy. He cupped one of my breasts with one hand, teasing my nipple, the other hand firmly clasped on my ass, holding one leg up around his hips. Suddenly he lifted me off my feet...

But oh no, not yet. I wiggled from his yearning clutches, there was just too much fun to be had here to go straight for the main course. I taunted him, “Ah laddie, but your hunger must be for so much more than my simple body, so much more that just slap, tickle, and we falling off that fine bed of yours in slumber…” He just grinned. I made my way down the spiral stair case and he followed closely.

From the table I plucked a strawberry, a lush and juicy one, opened the top of my dress and rubbed it all over my breast. “A lad needs a good meal, twould not do for him to not be properly fed…” The peaches were looking exceptional health, my other breast got a similar treatment. Umm, the juices we sticky, making my loose dress cling to my body. It was erotic, he would have to rip the dress off me, eat it off me to get to me. But dessert…

“Lad, I am but a poor dirt farmers daughter, potatoes and such. I get so dirty, like this…” and scooped a handful of the warm chocolate and applied it to my ass and my increasingly excited cunt. I was a mess, food all over me, sticky and waiting to be ravished. And I wanted to be ravished so slowly.

I look in his eyes and see the animal in him through his eyes, ready to devour. He pulls at the front of my dress and it falls away. He throws me on the futon. He dips his fingers in the chocolate sauces and joins the fruit on my breasts to the sauce below and then he buries his face in my chests, licking, going for every drop, working his way down.

I’m so excited, my breathing is so hard. I wiggle and moan under his touch. I am losing my senses, but instinct are that I want to taste his body, my mouth must be stimulated as well. I grab at his shirt, pulling it as if over his head. He looks up and helps me remove his shirt, and I grab at the front on his pants, working to release him, pulling him to rearrange his position. My hand goes in the chocolate sauce and gently massage his cock and balls. I gently take one of his balls in my mouth, beginning my work of licking him clean.

“Aye lassie, tis a treat you have there. Be none too harsh, after all, tis me family jools…”

His voice is strong and hearing it for the first time just melts my soul. It goes with him and rounds him, make him all the more a man in my eyes and object of my lust. But I have other things at hand now, as our position moves to the classic Chinese, the Yin Yang.

I can feel my dress being torn more and more as he heads south and soon I can feel his tongue and mustache working around my treasured spot. He plays with the outside lips so kindly, then darts his tongue from my button on down, teasing me with his facial hair. My jaw tightens.

“Lassie … The jools…” I almost forgot I had his most tender in my mouth, god he is expert down there. I will ask him where he learned later. Right now there is a prize for me, as I move to sucking is raging hard-on. There is a salty prize there, and with the chocolate, all the more sweet and tasty. I gooble it up.

I am lost in the mutual pleasure of giving and receiving, stimulated by his actions, his scent, his body. I desire to tease his cock. I flick my tongue around the head, down the shaft, then take it in my mouth and down my throat, and then back to teasing with my tongue. My hand gently cups his balls. His moans flow through my body, touching my passion. His moans are my guide, sometimes I force them deeper and stronger, and then I back off, and start working him up again.

I feel my own body building to orgasm. I am having more and more difficulty concentrating on my oral task, losing concentration to his skill, I stop, not to tease him, but because he completely controls me and has willed me to a place where only what he is doing to me is important...

He takes that pause as a queue and repositions me yet again. Instead of proceeding on the floor he hefts me to the table and places me squarely amid the now flying fruit. He takes the remains of my dress and roughly rips them from my body, tearing away with utter abandon. It is so animal, so torrid, I want to gush and he is not even in me.

He finally discards the remains of his clans kilt and rips off his own shirt completely, likewise tearing it to shreds. I finally get the real treat I have been needing and that was to see his hard body in the au natural, and the laddie is a fine specimen of man flesh indeed.

He mounts the table momentarily slipping on the flowing juices, be it from the fruit or me it is impossible to know at this point. His turgid manhood positions itself in front of my gates and he slowly plays with me using his point. It is almost more than I can bare as I trust forward, enveloping he member within my silky fold, god I have wanted this.

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