Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

It was strangely pleasing for him to feel her mouth on his and her tongue probing, for he had always had the belief that this was the one thing professionals would never do with a client It served to give him greater confidence, realizing that Eleanor was not only a superb actress and imaginative love-partner but also sexually sincere. And now he could surrender himself to the multitudinous sensations which besieged him.

The elegantly ironic music of Ravel had reached its finale, at a swifter pace that seemed to accompany the pounding of his pulses and the throbbing ache of his imbedded penis to the hilt within her contracting sheath. For he could definitely feel the fluttering, constricting, tremors with which the walls of her gloriously tight vagina held him in an ecstatic captivity. He began now to want to take initiative, and he arched himself.

"Oh, darling," her soft tone was almost reproachful," not this first time, please? Let me do it for you, because after all, we have all night. I promise you'll be the master next time. Is that all right, Tim dear?"

"Why C-God, why-yes, Eleanor-oh God, it's so good!" he hoarsely panted.

Her fingertips brushed his armpits with slyly insist-ant caresses, as her tongue nimbly moved this way and that, rasping against his gums and teeth, then encountering his own tongue to create new incendiary excitement in his being. Her body was warm and smooth and slightly moist, and the smell of her flesh blended with that of the incense and the fragrance of the sandalwood, and as she moved with furtive, forward thrusts and sinuous recoiling, he could feel the rasp of her garterbelt against his prickling, thoroughly awakened flesh. There was a luxury and a libidinousness to her erotic dalliance which might well have been that of an ambitious young slave seeking to entice the master of the seraglio. Passive as he had been all through her preparations, he could not but feel this apt erotic analogy; it had succeeded where the commonplace animal enthusiasm of a far less imaginative commercial partner would have filled him with disgust at his own calculated infidelity. But actually that infidelity was born out of his doubts about himself and his anguished will to have happiness with the woman he had so recently…

Then suddenly culmination seized him, and he twisted his face away contorted in 4ningled despair and rapture, groaning out, "Oh God, I can't help it oh, Eleanor, I can't-"

Swiftly her right hand moved between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger gripping his shaft at the very base and pinching it tightly to help him hold back the bubbling jet of essence that seemed to surge from the deepest reservoir within him. But the intoxicating atmosphere and, now, above all else the pulsations with which her vaginal sheath was gripping his captured lance destroyed what little self-control was left. His eyes bulged, glassy, dilated, and he dug his fingers into her slim shoulders as he arched himself to her and felt himself burst within the tight warm clamping chasm of her matrix.

She did not move for a long moment, murmuring soft, hardly audible words of compassion and encouragement, stroking his forehead and cheeks and eyes with gentle fingertips. Then at last she whispered, "It was really lovely for me, and I told you before, once you take off the first edge, you'll more than keep up with me. Now I'm going to sponge you, and then we'll have some champagne and a cigarette together, and then I'll try to make you want me again. How does that program sound, Tim dear?"

Two glasses of champagne and one cigarette later, he lay at his ease beside her. Eleanor had slipped on a gauzy black net sleeveless wrap which had three large brass buttons. As she lay on her left side beside him, her left arm under his shoulders, she began a slow rotary movement of her right palm over his quivering belly. The bed had stopped revolving for the nonce, and there was only a natural indirect lighting from the mirrored ceiling.. Nonetheless, the subtle scent of incense and of the sandalwood ointment lingered pleasantly in the aura of the huge bed.

"I've really been a naughty girl, haven't I?" she whispered, glancing mischievously up at him. "Here I went and had things my own way even though you're the customer. So from now on, Tim dear, you're in complete command. But you see, I wanted to get acquainted with you, to find out what you like especially."

"Please don't apologize, sweetheart. It was like nothing I've ever had before, believe me!" he fervently admitted as he put one hand on her swelling breasts and fondled them. "I guess I've been worried a lot about how to act in bed, especially since I just got married. And at my age, a man is always on trial-if you know what I mean, Eleanor."

"I can read between the lines, you don't have to tell me anything. But I do want to help an awful lot. That's why, Tim, I want you to do everything you've always dreamed of doing. Just tell me or make rue do it. Please, dear."

"I-I guess I'm the straight type to start with, though of course like every guy I've got some secret whims-"

"That's why I'm here, to make them come true for you. And now," she slipped her right hand down to his flaccid penis, "shall I get him ready for me?"

"Oh yes, I want you to!"

"But after that, remember now," she shook a playfully reproving finger at him, "you're in complete command."

He nodded raptly, and he did not consult the mirrored ceiling or the walls to stare avidly at her, near as she was, the gauzy wrap shaping out her voluptuous hillocks of buttocks, breasts and the sweet sweep of her quiveringly muscled thighs. She began to trail the tips of her fingers against his penis, lingering most of the glans and then moving along the shaft and to the testicles. Slowly she proceeded to tickle the undersides of these now diminished sacks, till gradually he began to feel a renewal of that aching intimation towards sexual readiness.

"Would it help, do you think, dear," she murmured, "if you were rough and used, well, you know, dirty words? Sometimes that helps, especially with an intellectual, mature man like you. You're so much the father type, Tim, I suspect you've been holding yourself in for years-of course it's none of my business."

"But it is," he chuckled, then reached for her and pulled her to him, his mouth seeking hers. Her tongue at once delved between his lips and brushed the tip of his, and once again the feverish electrical current between them seemed recharged. He could feel his penis stiffening, and the dull ache in his groin became noticeably more demanding.

"I swear, you must have majored in psychology at college," he hoarsely whispered when the kiss was over.

"Matter of fact, I did," she giggled softly, then bent to take one of his paps into her mouth and to suck it daintily and then rubbed. the tip of her tongue over it. Once again it was a new sensation for him, and he felt again the stimulus of lustful eagerness.

And now, felinely, she got to her knees and crouched at his left side, her fingers lightly fleeting over his belly and inner thighs as she bowed her head towards his penis and playfully flicked the reddened tip of the glans with her pert tongue. He closed his eyes and shivered, for the angle at which she was placed and the exquisite wantonness of her face as seen through the tumbled cascade of coppery hair recalled to him the vivid image that he had tried to banish from his mind. Yet there was a resemblance, and the awareness of it shocked him while at the same time appealing to the basest senses of his sexual yearnings. But in the midst of this conflict, he could feel his penis growing turgid once again as if he had not already achieved a magnificently shattering fulfillment just moments ago. The awareness of this over weighed the guilty shame of that other thought, the thought he dared not dwell upon.