Stacy Vs. SEAL

“Hey, sir is for officers. I worked for a living,” Sanders says with a laugh. I feel the prickle of his stubble on my skin as he flips me over. I take it I stepped on some military thing I don’t quite understand, but that’s okay. Neither one of us minds. Right now we’re both thinking about how he’s pressed my ass up to his face.

I can feel his breath on my pussy. My legs are together, but bent over in this position he can see all of me. My exposed wet pussy shivers with the feel of his warm breath tickling me, so close. I want to push back against him and when his mouth lands on my pussy, grind my hips and reach back and hold his face there. I’m the kind of girl that enjoys getting off, sure, but there’s something about Sanders that makes me want to go all unladylike and just go after the parade of orgasms. Of course, I also know that I don’t have to do that and he’ll bring everything that I need. So, I inhale.

Sanders swipes his tongue over my clit and twists it around, then delves through my folds and strokes me with his tongue.

I exhale a massive moan. His stubble brushing against me makes me ache with need. A pressure builds in my belly, daggers of lust thrusting through my core to make me wanton and begging for more. But I don’t wiggle my ass. I stay as still as I can manage. Sanders speeds up his tongue and his hands spread my pussy apart. The intensity makes me think of the difference between a pop song and an aria in an opera. They could both deal with the same emotions but the depth of the aria touches something in your soul that your basic experience cannot. Translation? No one has ever eaten my pussy like this before. The longer he goes on and his face is pressed against my pussy, the further my soul delves into the capacity for sensation my body has.

Sanders slides a finger through my folds and my breath hitches in my throat.

He sinks that finger inside my pussy, curling until he reaches my G-spot, and I gasp loudly. I want to cry, my eyes are welling up, the sensation is so intense. Trying to stay still and keep my composure is more difficult than I could have imagined it would be.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Sanders groans against my clit. The vibration takes me over the edge and I feel the blooming coils of lust boiling me to my core.

He slides another finger inside of me, thick and strong, pumping so fast into my pussy that I want to scream out and beg for his cock. Even though his fingers are so big though, that’s one hell of an upgrade. I’m going to shut my mouth — at least as far as begging words are concerned — because my pussy is getting worked up to that. Besides, right now, I am loving his tongue lapping over my clit right now. The delicious agony of his mouth on my body makes me sigh. I had no idea that I could close my eyes and see so many colors. But I shut my eyes when his other hand starts to stroke my thighs where they are pressed together. When I close my eyes, I can imagine his fingers gliding over my skin. His hands aren’t soft like my skin — they aren’t horribly rough but I can tell he’s done the kind of work that works rough on your hands — and I see his touch like little lights cascading over my body and making me groan. Sanders paints desire over my skin and makes me whimper for more. I feel like a frenetic ball of energy that he’s containing into one space and one position, when what I really want to do is explode.

“I could lick this clit forever. It looks so gorgeous, plumped up and begging for more. I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers and tells me that you need so much more. Maybe I need to let you come soon,” Sanders says.

I have to focus extra hard on hearing his words. Between the wet thrashing sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy so fast and how fast my heart is beating from his touch, it is like I’m fighting through a symphony of pleasure to hear his words.

“But first,” Sanders says, and he pauses. He kisses a trail up to my ass cheek, sinking his teeth in and making me yelp. “I have to feel you come on my face. I want that wet pussy to shower my face with just how much you like it when I touch you,” Sanders says. His tongue teases over the spot where he nibbled on my ass. He slides his fingers out of my pussy with a wet sound, and brings those soaked fingers to my clit. I shudder and try my hardest not to buck him with need when he fucks his tongue into my pussy so good I think actual tears might streak down my cheeks if he keeps this up.

I’m so close now, you see, and an orgasm is just so close to the surface. I want to scream out and let the orgasm pound through me. I am so, so close. But I’m not quite there. I inhale, exhale, focus on all of the sensations that he creates within me.

Then his tongue slides through my folds just right, touching everywhere I’m trembling, and the pressure in me releases. I feel a flood of my cum gush onto his face. He’s lapping all of it up, never relenting with his tongue and make me shiver against him. My orgasm unfolds like an intricate work of origami that unfolds into something more magnificent the longer it goes on. I’m only going higher and higher, his mouth taking me to nirvana to the point where I feel like I’m actually floating off somewhere like I’ve died and gone to getting my pussy eaten heaven. My body feels lighter. I am hyper aware of my whole body and I want to collapse.

That’s when I feel Sanders yank off my panties, move his face from my pussy to kiss my ear. He cuddles against me. “Fuck, I’m only alive when you come for me,” he says with a sigh.

I don’t know if he meant to say that. But I can’t shake the feeling that he really means it. His hands are on my sides and I pull them to grip my breasts.

To be nearer to my heart. No matter how much I find myself confused, I also know that something about Sanders has touched deep within me. I have questions, but that doesn’t stop how I feel. I need him close to me. His mouth down my neck erases any thoughts I have though. I don’t even realize that he’s carrying me to the bedroom until I feel my body land on the bedspread. I open the eyes that I didn’t realize I had closed and I see him.

Sanders is taking off his clothes. He’s doing it so slowly and deliberately. I can see a thousand things are going on his mind. I can sense the thing that he’s sure about is what that hard cock has in mind. Tomorrow can be about whatever holds us back, because tonight? Nothing is going to keep us from sliding together, holding tight and seeing where all of these feelings can lead in passion, sweat, and lust. I need that right now. The way his eyes look into mine, I know that’s what he needs too.

When that final piece of his clothing — his boxers — come off, I watch that huge cock spring up and tease me. I remember how hard he fucked into me before. I want to be able to grab him and drive that massive pole up my pussy so hard.

Somehow, though, I’m not moving. I get up on my elbows but I don’t come closer to him, instead watching him like I’m being hypnotized. The sight of him stroking that huge cock and coming towards me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever see, knowing he is coming towards me to claim me. Fuck me.

Make love to me.

I remember what he said now and it makes me wonder about everything I ever knew about fucking, because this experience with him is on another level.

Sanders spreads my legs with his and crawls between them. He runs his cock over my pussy lips, juicy and swollen with need. I’m so sensitive and I gasp out with that touch, that tease. The need that it creates in me. I moan when he keeps rubbing the massive head over my pussy. I want him to fuck me but this teasing draws such a need out in me that I almost want to be trapped in time with what he’s doing right now.

Sanders challenges me to move, his eyes daring mine. I bite my lip and I know my tremble tells him everything I need.

He circles the head of his cock over my pussy opening and my elbows gets wobbly like I won’t be able to hold myself up.

Sanders puts his arms under me, pulling himself to me and spearing his massive cock into my pussy. I scream out with need, a moan so full of need I think my soul might be escaping my lips.

“I’ve got you,” Sanders says, his hands holding me so tight and pulling me so close I feel absolutely treasured. His massive cock may be fucking me, but it is so much more than fucking me. The way he is filling me up, stroking so deep and slow, I’m bordering on religious experience every time he fills me. When his cock leaves me, for just a second before he strokes back in, I feel so empty. I wrap my arms around him, wrap my legs around him, and press my body against him like I’m trying to get as close to him as possible. Because I am. I want to be as close to him as I can. I roll my hips and work with him, helping him fuck me so deep. The slow strokes that we roll together in a sensual dance take my breath away. My heart is thundering in my chest and I’m moaning and holding my lips together with all the sensation. Humming, groaning, whimpering. His mouth flows over my body like a sunset taking over the night sky. It begins and you don’t know how it got so far but it goes on and gets more beautiful than when it started.

His rock hard cock takes me over and makes my legs shake. I feel him pick up the speed

just a little bit. I slam my hips a little bit harder. We slowly up the tempo until the room feels hotter than the sun and we work up to crashing against each other in so many little explosions.

Little explosions that lead up the biggest orgasm of my life. His cock starts to spurt hot cum inside me just seconds before I come undone. My pussy strangles his cock, our fingers grasp hard against each other as we ride our own sunset to a sunrise of ecstasy. My eyes were squeezed shut, but when I feel Sanders pull his hands lower and close his mouth over my breast — his cock still rutting loads of hot cum into me, mind you — I open my eyes to watch him close his mouth around me. The sight of his mouth on my skin while my orgasm runs through me and his pummels into me is the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. I watch him and focus on breathing at as normal a pace I can manage as my heart hammers in my chest out of control. I can almost hear the flutter of my heart. My pussy squeezes his cock so hard that my ass muscles are going to be sore the next day. My legs are pulling tight against him, holding him deep inside of me.

Sanders filled me up to the brim with so much cum, and his orgasm ended. Mine is starting to die down…when he just keeps pumping into me. He slows the speed and keeps stroking. He pulls my legs up and spreads them apart. His mouth pops off my breast with a wet sound and I capture his gaze while he watches me intently. His cock is spearing me so deep at this angle, and he strokes in so deep each time that my eyes are rolling back in their orbits with the pressure and lust he works up inside of me. He’s fucking me so deep that I don’t know if I’m coming or about to. I don’t know how I’m taking his cock so deep, again and again. He speeds up and the pressure builds so hot inside me that I think I might burst. My legs shudder but Sanders is holding them up perfectly.