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She Is Milking Your Cock***Who is “SHE” that is mentioned in the story? Could it be an old friend of yours? Perhaps your best friend’s mother? Maybe it’s a friend of your mother’s… maybe it *IS* your mother? It could be your aunt… your grandmother… your mother-in-law… “SHE” is who you want it to be.***SHE IS MILKING YOUR COCKI had thought about it a lot. It would start crossing my mind at random times during the day and I would dwell on it, and play it out in my head. I had always turned away her advances, but I wasn’t about to anymore. I started to want it, began to actually crave it. It was worth every second.We had known each other for our entire lives. I mean, we’d always been in the same town, but never really talked in a meaningful manner. We started to hang out more frequently, go to shows downtown on the weekend, and hang out for a few hours afterwards and share a few laughs. I had even spent the night at her place in the country a couple of nights, and back massages from her were frequent. It was strange at first, but they were always the best. Her feelings became known to me very quickly, but I always looked away. I was with different girls throughout my life, buy she was always in my life in a certain way ever since we met. After graduating college, we maintained contact on and off over the years. Social networking played a key role. I went off and started my life, she had already started hers, and we stopped talking for a few years. All of a sudden, after what seemed like an instant, three years had gone by, and my life had taken a turn where I ended up moving back home and starting my life over again. We started talking on and off from time to time, and slowly our conversations worked back up to actually hanging out at all hours of the night, watching movies and talking. Then the back massages started back up, and I was hooked. I would start coming out to her house in the country more frequently, and always received an amazing massage in return. Not that I was using her for that at all, I very much enjoyed having someone to talk to, hang out with when the lights went out. We were always both night owls, and having someone to talk with when you could have intellectual conversations was nice. The back massages were simply more of just something to do really, but they weren’t, in any way, expected. She never pushed her limits too much, but still managed to make her intentions known. I respected that a lot. It was eventually a main reason I chose to go a little further with her.I had gotten off work, not knowing what I was getting myself into that night. I found out later that I wasn’t going to be able to stop her from doing whatever it is she wanted to do. I stopped by the store to pick up some personal items then went home to catch up on emails, have a bite to eat and wait. Around midnight, I got in touch with her. We made plans to meet at her place and hang out. I put on my sweatpants and a hoodie, then drove forty minutes out of town to her house. We stood outside for a few minutes chit-chatting, shuffling around a bit to keep warm, and laughing. It was freezing outside. It was the middle of February and we were due for a really bad snow storm in the next few hours and it was decided that I would stay the night and through the next day until the storm had passed. We were both cold when we finally made our way inside and to her living room. We watched television for maybe an hour or so, keeping the conversation light and random. I started to yawn and stretch and she asked me if I wanted a massage. I nodded my head and asked her where she wanted me to lay down, and she had me follow her to her room and pointed at the floor. I obeyed, and took off my hoodie, and lay on my stomach, on a towel she had laid down for the oil she was going to use. She was prepared, and so was I. She began how she always did, at the shoulders, working her way down to the middle of my back. Then she would spend a bit of time on my lower back, pushing at the top of my pants, which was where I usually made known I wasn’t ready. This time, as her hands pushed down on the back of my pants, to the top of my ass, I lifted my hips into her hands. She got the idea, and slowly pushed her hands under my sweatpants and started massaging my ass. I helped her push my sweatpants down a bit, exposing my entire ass to her. This is where she did something I wasn’t expecting. She started massaging her hands around my hips and down my stomach. So, I complied and began to roll over. I had gotten so hard already that there was absolutely no hiding it. She reacted in a way that drove me out of my mind. She started by pouring some warm oil on stiff cock, and using more for her hands. Then she set to work, her one hand, massaging its way up and karabük escort down my cock, slow and steady. Her other hand was gently caressing my balls. I let out a long sigh and stayed almost completely still through two minutes of her hand torture. I didn’t know how to react, because I had never experienced anything so completely amazing. Her hands, simply put, were the most skilled hands I had ever encountered. I started bucking my hips ever so slightly after a few minutes of her pumping my cock and caressing my balls, but she didn’t speed up in the slightest. Instead, her hand massaging my balls drifted down further between my legs and I let out a moan when she placed her finger against my anus. She looked down at me as she began applying gentle pressure with her finger. I almost lost it, the slowness of her hand on my cock was excruciatingly pleasurable, but she kept a pace that prevented me from releasing. So I decided to turn this into a fun little game. Although I continued to buck my hips with the movement of her hands on my cock and pushing into my ass, I wasn’t going to let her make me cum. I didn’t tell her this, but I don’t think she would’ve minded either way. Her hand on my cock finally began moving a little faster. I glanced at the clock and noticed that I had already endured seven minutes of her steady hands working on me. I couldn’t believe it. It was ecstasy with no end in sight.Finally, her hands started pushing my limits. She had finally worked one of her fingers into my ass, while her other hand stroked its way up and down my cock, constantly changing movements of fingers and areas of where she put her attention. First it would be the head of my cock, then the base of the shaft, then the underside and back over again. She was amazing. My hips were now moving of their own accord. I knew I had finally lost all control. I was hers, and she knew it too. She removed her finger from my ass, and used both hands to steadily work on my hard, throbbing cock. At first, her movements were elaborate, slow, and sensual, and then she would change speeds and work at her quickest pace. I kept up with my hips in every switch up, it was almost like her hands were also controlling me. I was helpless, hopeless, and I didn’t care. I loved it. She kept going, steady and fast, and I could feel myself about to give in to this little game we were playing in my head. I was about to lose the game. She was going to win, and she kept going harder. “Cum…” she whispered softly in a husky voice. “Cum for me.”I was caught. Her hands had me. I released the first shot and my body jerked with it as I moaned aloud. The second shot was just as satisfying as the first, and brought more moans. Spasms rocked through my body. Then there were three, and four. By the fifth shot, I was spent. She had let it shoot everywhere. My stomach, chest and her hands were covered. Then it was over.I lay there, trying to catch my breath as she smiled. I could see that she had enjoyed herself, and I smiled and nodded. She stood up and offered her hand to me. I got up with her help. My legs were a little wobbly. She walked into the bathroom and I heard the water from the sink running. She appeared a moment later with a warm washrag and wiped the cum from my torso.After cleaning up, I put on my sweatpants and went to the kitchen for a snack and something to drink, and made some small talk. It was close to five o’clock in the morning and she excused herself for a few minutes. I cleaned up the plates and placed them in the sink. She came into the kitchen and took my hand, then led me back into her bedroom. We cuddled on her bed for half an hour. I wasn’t going to be light for another hour or so. She leaned up and took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. She withdrew and that’s when the smile spread across her face as she pointed to the large towel on the floor. She was asking the all too familiar question of whether or not I would like another massage. Of course I did. I wanted more. I just didn’t realize what kind of massage I was going to get, nor how long it would last.We went to her room once more, and the towel was laid on the floor already, seeing as how she had already known that this was exactly where we were going to be ending up. I laid down on my stomach again, but as she sat next to me, she immediately flipped me over and began rubbing my cock through my sweatpants. I had already been somewhat hard, but was fully erect and aching for more within seconds. Her hands moved too quickly for me to keep up this time. Before I knew it, my pants were down, my cock was lubed, her hand was massaging and caressing up and down my shaft while her other hand began pushing a finger into my ass. Then two. Then three. It was moving too fast escort karabük for my mind to comprehend.I was biting a pillow on this floor once more. It was crazy how she just made me fall apart completely. Within five minutes, she had me naked, hard, and bucking my hips with the movements of both of her hands on and inside of my body. I had never had anything up my ass until she fingered me the first time, and now she was pushing my limits, but to both her and my surprise, I was quite more accommodating than what would be expected.Her three fingers were, at first, a tight squeeze. But soon my muscles relaxed and she was finger fucking my ass and pushing me into a world of ecstasy. Her hand on my cock moved slower than ever, but the pressure and massaging technique she used made its presence definitely noticeable to say the least. The sensations she could make me feel with just one hand slowly jerking me off were incredible. I kept periodically looking at her wall clock, making sure I didn’t let her make me cum sooner than last time. It was hard to do. I wanted this to last for as long as I could. My mind was in a fog though and it was hard to focus on anything other than both of her very talented hands, using my body how they pleased. My back was arching of its own accord, my hips were forced to thrust with her fingers fucking my ass. I had once again lost complete control of the situation.I kept telling myself not to cum, and I was trying to figure out how to keep my mind off of what she was doing to me. She knew what was going on in my head and smiled slyly as I chewed on my lower lip, staving off the feeling of wanting to cum in her hands. I looked up at her while she worked my shaft and ass. She knew how close I was and her movements on me became quicker. Her fingers sliding in and out of my ass harder, and her hand jerking my cock just a little quicker.Again, I could feel myself getting close to being forced to cum. She was very skilled at forcing a man to cum, but I wasn’t going to give up. I refused to cum, and to make sure of this, I resolved that I had to take control of the situation. Just as I was about to make my move, her hand started jerking me off as fast as she could, and a moan escaped my lips. I weakened for a split second to her manual assault. She then went back to the slow pace she had been keeping and my orgasm backed off, for now at least. She was edging my cock, and my mind, into insanity.I squirmed around on the towel and managed to get her fingers out of my ass, and began propping myself up to get into a position to make her stop, but she would have none of that. She forced me back down with her superior strength and smiled evilly. I watched as one of her hands reached down between my legs and took my balls into a vise-like grip. My resistance was immediately put into check. She had the upper hand and let me know immediately as to who was in charge.She relaxed her grip on my balls and we sat there looking at one another while she stroked me. I was breathing heavily and thrusting my hips into her hands. One stroking my cock, the other kneading my balls. She was manipulating my balls to fill up so as to bring on another massive explosion of hot cum. The moment had passed for me to make my move and attempt to take control. I was helpless before her.She suddenly grabbed my wrist and began tying it down with rope that was attached to an eyehook that was screwed into the floor. It had been hidden under the edge of the towel. She did the same with my other wrist, followed by my ankles so that I was completely spread eagled before her. She gave me a sly, hopefully seductive grin just before she leaned down to my face and gently bit my lip and stroked my cock. My eyes closed as she leaned back to enjoy the feeling of her little plaything in her grasp. She began stroking my cock and working my balls over again in earnest. That’s what I had become. her plaything. She knew it, I knew it, but we never said it. While my eyes were closed for that span of just a few seconds, she replaced her hand on my cock with her mouth.She could tell that I hadn’t expected this. As soon as her lips touched the tip of my cock, I jerked, as if to get away, as though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but I was, I didn’t have a choice. I was secured to her floor. Helpless. She could do whatever she wanted to me. As I tried to pull my hips back to escape from her hot, talented lips, she pulled my tortured cock back into her mouth and slid my cock all the way down her throat. I had never had my cock sucked before. I was a virgin to blowjobs, but no longer. She took all seven inches without a problem. She was a born natural at fellatio. Her head bobbed up and down in my lap, sucking and licking my turgid rod. I karabük escort bayan was throbbing hard in her mouth and she loved that she was able to have this power over my me. She loved being in control of what I felt, if and when and if I would cum. She sucked faster, and faster, massaging my balls as she did. I looked down and watched helplessly as she would pull the purple helmet of my cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it while her talented, oiled hand moved up and down my straining shaft. She continued to service me for quite some time until I begged her to let me cum and that my cock was too sensitive to her ministrations. She stopped, and shot an evil smile at me. Her expression was priceless. I struggled against the restraints, but couldn’t free myself. She smiled and pushed me back on the floor, a reminder of who was in charge. I looked up at her, then she reached over and grabbed the oil. She poured a large dollop in her hands and ran them over her breasts. Her beautiful breasts glistened in the light. My cock throbbed at her magnificence and she took notice. She poured some more oil in her hands and began stroking me again, then returned her fingers to my ass. Watching her hands stroking my cock and the other hand, hidden between my legs, working my ass caused a haze of euphoria and pleasure that over took me once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off of her expert skills. I wanted to, but her insistent hands wouldn’t allow that to happen. They kept moving in ways that brought more and more pleasure to me. I was in a desperate situation. I stared at her while she worked on my cock and ran her fingers into my ass. Before I knew it, an hour had passed and she was still working away on my shaft. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t tired. Her endurance was amazing. She had edged me numerous times over the last hour, bringing me to the brink, only to let me down slowly. My cock ached so bad from wanting to cum, but her hands wouldn’t move fast enough to allow it. Hr soft, oiled hands kept their slow, steady pace. She knew the pace that would drive me to the edge over and over again, controlling me, forcing me deeper into the sexual spell she was weaving. She had me where she wanted me. At her mercy. She let out a sexy sigh and gave me a gentle smile, then nodded. I was going to be forced to cum by her hands. She tightened her grip and began working the high neck of my cock, just underneath the glans. Short, quick movements of her hand were pushing me to my limits. Her shiny, oiled breasts rose high as she took in a deep breath as her hand started a long twisting motion. She was going for the kill. Her fingers reached deep into my ass as she finally began massaging my prostate. She was milking the precious sperm from my body. There was no escaping her grasp.I was being milked for her pleasure.She owned my cock and balls.My cum was hers and hers alone.I finally gave into her again.”Time to cum,” she said with grim determination in her voice. “Give me your cum. Cum in my hand.”I screamed loudly as I felt the hot seed shooting up my shaft. As I began to cum, I watched as her hand became a blur. She was pulling the cum from my balls and I was blowing out more hot seed than I had ever shot before. My cock was on fire as her hand began working the head of my cock without mercy. My cum was shooting up and into her hands, flowing between her dexterous fingers. She squealed in excitement as she slipped her hand down to just underneath my swollen, pulsing glans and watched with rapt attention as my cock reacted to her manipulations and two hot ribbons of pearl white sperm shot straight onto my chest. We both moaned with each flow of cum leaking out from my cock. She continued to squeeze my shaft as felt my cock pulse hard several times, each time expelling more and more cum onto me. She took her hand from my ass and placed her palm on the head of my cock and began polishing it hard She was drawing out the post orgasm torture. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and I thrashing against my bonds to no avail. No one would hear my cries as we were miles away from the nearest neighbor. It wouldn’t have mattered if someone had been standing in her yard. The winter storm had hit several hours earlier and the howling winds would have drowned out my screams for mercy. Her hand continued to work my cockhead and coaxed out the last of my seed.After she had finished with my cock, she pulled her hands away from my manhood and she stood up. Her five inch stiletto heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to her bed and sat down, I was lying spread eagle on the floor covered in my own cum. She looked at her cock-stroking hand and took the time to taste my cum that covered it. She took an ample amount from her fingers and then sucked them clean. Savoring each and every drop. “This storm is supposed to last for the next few days,” she said with a smile on her face. “I’m wondering how much cum I can force out of your balls?”

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