("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Samantha and Me by Jason (jstringer@grandecom.net) *** An older man gets sucked dry by his young lover. (M/F- teen, oral, rom) *** I'm not desperate. In fact, I had even forgotten about the personal ad I had on an online service, really, I hadn't given it much more thought until one day I received a message that a reply to my personal ad was waiting for me. "Probably just another damned porn-bot," I thought. But being curious I checked it anyway, and what do you know it was from a real-live human being, not some computer generated slug trying to sell me a subscription to a porn site. I replied with a "hi," and "yes I'd like to talk," but work was keeping me really busy at that point in time. We had just opened the store where I'm a manager and I was working 12-14 hours everyday. She and I began chatting on instant messenger and she began sending me some short erotic stories that she wrote. With each one I would look at her picture and jack off. It was the only sex I was getting, but it was good and it was with someone I really care about—me. About two weeks into our online relationship she began to make overtures about me coming to visit her, dropping hints to see if I would ask her on a date, but work still had me bummed out, so I didn't act on them immediately. Then one night she messaged me: "I'm wearing a white bra and pink panties with little blue flowers," is all it said. I perked up and began chatting back and forth with her. This little girl, she was only 19, got me so worked up I was ready to drive the 60 miles from my house to hers to get some of that. But I decided to play it cool and claimed I was tired. It really wasn't just an excuse, I was dog-tired. Finally, after some serious flirting and me taking care of a raging hard-on, I said, "So what are you doing Tuesday night? I get off work at 3 on Tuesday and don't have to go back in until noon on Wednesday." "Nothing," she replied. Honestly I forgot about that part of our conversation until I got home on Tuesday night. I had just got sat down in my chair when a message came across that said, "Hi handsome, what are you doing?" "Nothing," I replied. "I'm so mad at my boss right now I don't know what to do." Darroll, who is my immediate supervisor, had really pissed me off at work. His condescending attitude and his cocky laziness really had gotten to me that day. It had gotten to another manager so bad that David turned in his two weeks notice, unfortunately I'm not independently wealthy like David and can't just quit. To say the least I was pissed off. "Remember what you said about midnight last time we talked?" she asked. No bells were ringing, I couldn't remember so I told her. She then reminded me that I had said something about coming to see her. She was ready for me to do that if I wanted to. I was afraid I was going to ruin the evening by telling her I had to wait on a phone call from my dad since my mom was in the hospital at the moment and I couldn't leave here until about 8:00 p.m. "No problem," she said. "I'll just go to my mom and dad's house and wait for you." I hung up the phone with dad about 8:05, ran to the corner store for a quart of oil (my van has a small leak) and headed for Ireland (Texas, not the country). I hadn't been that far west of home in a long time, but it was near my old teenage stomping grounds, so not surprisingly I found the place in just under an hour's time. When I pulled in the driveway a dog began to bark. Fearing he might be a biter I called from my cell phone to see if she was waiting for me there. She answered and came out immediately. I followed her to her house. "So, what do you want to do?" she asked when we got inside. "I don't know, darling, it's up to you," I replied. "No, make up your mind. Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked. "Sure, a movie sounds good," I said. "First, I want to show you my pictures I drew," she told me. I was a bit apprehensive about this. What if the pictures were no good? I really liked this girl and she was as cute as a button, do I lie and tell her they're good? I mean really, how many pictures of daisies and tulips can you see in a lifetime before they all begin to look the same? Then I saw the pictures. My goodness the girl was quite the artist, no tulips or daisies, but pictures of naked people! Lots of pictures of naked people. Innocently she said, "I can't draw clothes." I thumbed through the pictures and commented on a few while she told me about them and what they meant. They were quite interesting and she was, in fact, a very good artist. I was impressed. Looking at her realistic depictions of female genitalia started a stirring in my pants. Fortunately I was wearing loose khakis and she didn't notice the erection that was beginning to form. She went and put the pictures away and came and sat down and started the movie. "This is my favorite movie," she said. The movie was Quills about the Marquis DeSaud. I paid some attention to it, but I was more interested in looking at her. The pictures she had sent me before of herself did not do her justice. Her hair was just the right length, her eyes were beautiful and deep, her smile was captivating and her body was what I like in a woman. Not skinny, not huge, but something there to hold on to after I pull the covers over us for a goodnight's sleep. About 30 minutes or so into the movie I started rubbing her back. She moved closer to me on the couch and I thought it was time to make my move. I leaned in close and looked at her eyes and pulled her face to mine. "So this is what you want to do," she said. I kissed her square on the mouth our glasses bumping together, my tongue darting in and out of her willing mouth. I began to rub her back down to her cute ass as we were kissing there on her couch. The movie had become an afterthought. My hands were wondering all over her body and eventually found her breast. She didn't seem to mind when I squeezed it a little, in fact she seemed to press it more into my hand. Emboldened by her forwardness I reached my hand under her shirt and began rubbing, slowly inching upward toward her heaving chest. I felt her bra and began to pinch at her nipple. She reached down and pulled the bra down, exposing the nipple, inviting me to take a bite. Now, I've never considered myself a breast man, but I don't say no to opportunity like this either. Me a 35 year old "middle aged man" and her a hot young 19 year old woman, and she's offering me her breast? I would be a fool not to accept such an offer. I began nibbling and licking her tit, burying my head in her bosom. With my left hand I reached down and rubbed her crotch through her jeans. Suddenly, in a flash, I felt her hand against my ever growing manhood. She stroked me for a moment through my pants and then began to unzip them. I loosened my belt to give her easier access to my cock. She pulled it out and began rubbing it with her hand, but she wouldn't let me reach my hand into her pants, but gently pushed it away. She got on her knees on the floor and pulled my pants to my ankles. She positioned herself in front of me, knelt on the floor as if to worship my cock and then began licking it from the base to the head. She took it into her mouth and swallowed it all in one stroke. Then her head began to move gently up and down. It had been almost a year since I had a blow job. I've had a few blow jobs in my life, but none could compare to this. This girl was a pro. "Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?" I would ask for the first time that night. She didn't answer, but continued sucking with abandon. Her beautiful face going up and down on my swollen dick. It had been almost a year since I had experienced any kind of sex with a woman, oral, vaginal, anal. This dry spell had me nervous, "What if I cum too quickly?" I began to wonder. Fortunately I had some tremendous staying power and she sucked for what seemed like an eternity before I blew my first load into her throat. She swallowed it all and continued to suck. Her head was moving faster and faster and she truly seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to me. I was in heaven. I began to moan and I blew another load. She kept sucking. Another load. More sucking. And another. And another. And another. "Baby, you've got to stop, you're driving me crazy," I moaned, not really meaning it. "But you're still hard," she said. With that she continued to suck my dick. I blew load after load after load after load into her mouth. She kept going. This young girl was sucking me dry! She had stopped swallowing and was just letting the cum ooze from her mouth as she continued to suck my willing dick. Over and over again she went down on me. Smiling the whole time. I kept begging her to come up and kiss me. Call it a sick kink, but I love to kiss a woman when she has the taste of my own cum and dick on her breath. She wouldn't though, she just kept sucking. For more than 40 minutes she continued her oral assault. I had to stand up at one point because of a leg cramp, but she remained on her knees, my dick deep in her mouth, her nose in my pubes. God I wanted her, and I said so. "No vaginal sex," she said. I was disappointed to say the least. That hot pussy was down there just aching to be filled, I was sure. I wanted to fuck her so bad it was unreal. She just kept sucking and I just kept cumming. "You're not soft yet," she said. And I wasn't going to be for a long time if she kept this up. My cum had turned clear but she kept taking it over and over again. Finally I just couldn't take it anymore. I pulled her up to me and kissed her on her cum soaked mouth. Her hand was still on my dick trying to keep it hard. I fought her to let me lick her pussy. I wanted to make her cum just like she had done for me, but she kept saying no vaginal sex, over and over again. We moved to the bedroom where she continued to suck play with my meat and suck it. "Hell yes," I thought. We got up, I removed my socks, the last stitch of clothing I had on, Unfortunately without her attention I had begun to go soft. I fingered and played with her pussy she groped my cock in a vain effort to make it come back to life; however, it was tired and didn't have the energy to play anymore. She took a plastic toy and began to get herself off with it. I knelt in front of her watching, wanting to at least get in a good lick. She kept going in front of my fascinated eyes. After spending about 10 more minutes doing this, we laid next to one another exploring each other's bodies, fingering, licking, playing together. She wanted me to spank her, which I gladly did, leaving her cute little ass red and sore. With each slap of my hand she would scream just a little. I was so turned on.I licked as much as she would let me, I fingered, I played, I enjoyed. Finally, both of us sexually spent, we laid next to one another, holding each other and talking. We found out a lot of things about each other and what we want out of life. Besides the great sex our interests seemed common to one another and we seemed to connect. About 3 a.m. I took her into my arms and we cuddled next to each other under the covers. I held her all night. At 7 the sun came through the window and woke us up. I climbed on top of her, my dick in her face, my face in her crotch, but it was no use, I was still spent from the night before. She licked my balls, took my flaccid member into her mouth, making a valiant effort to revive it, but to no avail. Finally I climbed off of her, took her into my arms, kissed her on her sweet lips, and we laid there a bit longer. The smell of sex hanging in the air, the feeling of two people who really wanted each other. All too soon we had to get out of the bed as her mom, who is only a year older than I, dropped off her son to spend the day with his mama. We went back to the couch where it all began and kissed awhile. I had to leave about 9 a.m. to get home so I could shower, shave and get ready for work. The whole one hour drive home her scent lingered in my nostrils. It's still there. I can't wait to see her again, and not just because the sex was so good, but because I really like this Samantha as a person. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 35