Ani[m]al print, and a chair [f]or relaxing. | 2016

DISCLAIMER This story is a bit dated. Still true, just not 'recent'.

There she stood, leaning on the wall, as I walked in the door. She told me she wanted to help with the stress of the day, and it was already working.

She was wearing her tall stiletto heels, jet black with a bit of a cloth texture. They always made her legs and ass look incredible. As my eyes traced her outline, they made their way up to the teddy lingerie she wore. Black and gray animal print, with a bit of pink accents. It fell just below her pussy. The cups were great cleavage enhancers, as her breasts nearly popped out of the top, as she wasn't even moving. Her tits were amazing, all I wanted to do was bury my face in them. She smiled as I walked towards her to kiss her. As I did I reached around and grabbed her curvy ass, discovering she did indeed have a thong on. Nice black and lacy, thong.

After a quick wash down, I made my way to the recliner she had set up for me. A scented candle, some sort of apple or pear melody, sat next to us on a table, accompanied by some water and a towel. There were also pillows in the floor. I saw she had planned for everything. I sat back, relaxing into the leather chair, as she got down to her knees. As she bent over to meet my, easily, hard member, I got a great view of her tits, still almost pouring out. Now this position, while one of my favorite, is also the hardest for me since my hard-on is not very....'flexible'. While she had difficulty in the past with that fact, she was prepared once more, and kept herself from sitting too far back.

She started in, slowly. Tasting it, licking it, kissing it. She would look up occasionally but I never cared about that. I wanted her into what she was doing. My moaning would be the indicator weather or not it was 'good', not what she could see. She kept taking it deeper. Soon she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, and didn't suck my head, but started to pivot her mouth and tongue around in her mouth. Almost like she was trying to work out a neck strain, only the pivot point was my dick, and not her neck. It was new, different, and it was good. I moaned and laid my head back, I could feel my arms get heavier as I relaxed more. She began to suck again, sometimes very hard, other times, softly. It was intense on my head. For a time it was good, then it was too much. FAR too much. My body nearly convulsed and shook as the feelings were equal parts good and equal parts pain. Thankfully, she stopped, and slid her hand up my shaft and over my head, and back down again. Immediately I felt the pleasure return, and the pain fade. I was at rest once more.

I wanted to grab her hair, and thrust her face down onto my dick. I didn't want to choke her, I just wanted to engulf my manhood into her entire oral area. But she had never deep throated before, and she no where near working me deep enough to indicate that she could take it. So I fought the urge by forcing my legs to relax. At this point the chair rocked forward and she was able to change angles. She began to stroke my member, and suck my head. A technique she knew would make me orgasm. At first it was slow, I could easily feel the textures of her hand and tongue as the slid over my cock. I was still able to relax. But soon she began to do it faster. Sometimes sucking harder, other times leaving her mouth and tongue wide open and letting it simply run over my head. I began to fidget, inadvertently. I bordered on wanting to face fuck her, and let my limbs go totally limp. My body, mind, and dick were all saying different things to do, and I almost couldn't control any of them.

She stopped.

She didn't slow down, she just took her mouth off of me. I looked down, and she took her other hand and cupped my balls. "Oh shit", I muttered. If stroking and sucking would get me off, doing anything to my balls would give me a sexercism. She knew this. She proceeded to take my member into her mouth and suck. Not hard, not soft, just right. She didn't stroke, at first. I relaxed, to the point where I'm not sure I inhaled after exhaling. My moaning became completely involuntary. She began to suck and move her mouth more. Her hand soon joined in. I slowly began to fidget again, this time with more purpose as I arched my back. She went faster. I moaned more, and verbalized more. She slowed down. I relaxed more, sunk deeper into the chair.

She took her secondary hand away, leaving my balls exposed, and a bit lonely. But she didn't stop, in fact this was the moment, this was the end; I just didn't know it. Her movements became much more rhythmic. Her stroking wasn't just "up and down", she began to twist her hand, especially on my head. Her mouth would come off me just the smallest bit, to make room for her hand. She had this corkscrew motion at the top of my dick. As she pushed her hand back down, her mouth met my head in hot, wet, orgasmic pleasure. She varied the speed till she found a perfect balance.

As I got closer and closer I could feel my muscles, the tiny ones all over your body, begin to tense up. My whole body knew what was coming, and it was coming like a freight train.

BOOM went the dynamite. At the first surge, my body, somehow, went deeper into the chair, my head thrust back, and the whole chair rocked backwards. She didn't stop. She never lost grip, and her lips stayed wrapped around my head, taking all my load. Suddenly my body convulsed forward, face abruptly looking down, and abs totally flexed. I gave into my hands desire and grabbed her head. Part of me wanted to force it down, another part of me wasn't sure I could take the sensations. She was still sucking. It was equal parts amazing, equal parts "OH MY GOD, STOP!", it's no secret my head gets extremely sensitive after an orgasm. I did my best to hold her head still. It worked, and she kept stroking my shaft, maybe her grip was too tight, but I had just emptied a large, pent up, load into her face, this was something I could overlook.

Once the last piece of dynamite had exploded, and fully captured in her mouth, I sat back. Body fully relaxed, eyes blurry, eye lids heavy, and arms that didn't feel like they belonged attached. I let out an indescribable sigh. It felt like it was filled with relief, relaxation, and just a touch of pain and soreness. She grabbed the towel and spit. I didn't care at this point what she did with the juice. She stood up, revealing that her heels had been off for awhile, which made me chuckle. It wouldn't make sense to keep them on where I couldn't see them, and where they made her uncomfortable, but my mind just thought they were still on, for no apparent reason. As she walked by me to go clean her face, I did my best to slap her ass with the back of my hand. It connected, skin to skin, and I smiled. It felt like I just made a half-court shot. My arms were quite heavy. I heard her giggle as she kept walking.

The rest of the night was a blur, perhaps it's best remembered like that, so as not to take anything away from this memory.