Right then my senses were screaming at me, going crazy, electric flashes before my eyes, the pounding of my pulse in my ears. I was a squirming writhing female with a cock, thoughts racing, imagination fired, I wanted so much. I had such strange feelings, feelings that I had never before felt or experienced, yet it in all this turmoil there was a quiet place inside of me where it all felt so natural. Giving up the pretense of resistance and respectability I slid to the floor and knelt between his legs, my head was quickly gripped and brought down to his clothed crotch.
I breathed in his scent, his maleness and kissed the area of his genitals, relaxing I could have stayed like that for a long time. Steve’s hips gently rising and falling in a sexual way broke the spell. I rubbed the imprisoned hardness and knew it must be getting uncomfortable for him. I was getting so turned on by this strange scenario that I took to my role of playing the tart so well that it did not worry me when I leaned forward and playfully bit his erection through his jeans. Reaching behind me I took his trainers and socks off, Steve meanwhile wasted no time in undoing his belt and fly, so releasing a long slender uncircumcised cock not unlike mine. Favouring it’s warmth in my hand I gently pulled down the foreskin to reveal it’s soft velvety head, which I knew very soon it would be getting some close attention from me. The novelty of being allowed to breathe in the smell and the sight that was before me as I knelt there was truly mouthwatering. Again I felt a persistent pressure being applied to the back of my head but this time I was to taste another mans sex. Offering no resistance I opened my mouth to receive this hard flesh for the first time. I gripped its base and guiding it in accepted half it’s length along my tongue. Closing my lips and forming a vacuum I raised my head until once again I stared in mixed fascination at its now glistening beauty. It begged to be adored again.
