Pleasuring Her

By A.R. McKenna

I knock on her closed office door with my heart palpitating violently in my little chest. Maybe I wouldn’t be so nervous if I stopped focusing on the fact that I haven’t been with a woman in years. But the fact is that I am very scared. Scared because I hope that I will remember how to pleasure a beautiful, intelligent woman like Maritza Bianchi.

As if she has been waiting for me, she answers the door a mere second after I knock on it. As soon as she opens it, I quickly realize that she is too beautiful for me. She looks like an Italian goddess with her luxurious hair spilling down to her shoulders and her emerald eyes glimmering with sensuality and eroticism. Instead of wearing a business suit, she has on a black maxi dress that clings to her body like a second skin. I find myself staring at her like a complete and utter idiot.

“H-hello, miss,” I say as we hungrily gaze at each other. “Thank you for letting me in.”

“Of course.” Her voice is so soft and sensual, filled with ripeness and promise. “Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

I gulp and quickly nod before I do as I’m told. I’ve never been with someone as beautiful as Maritza. She told me that her mother is from Argentina and that her father is from Italy, hence the Spanish first name and Italian last name.

Once I sit down on the dark purple couch, she joins me, walking with little issue in her heels that echo in the silent room. I take in a quick view of her ample yet comfortable office, loving the photographs and paintings that adorn the walls. When she sits down next to me and places a steady hand on my trembling knee, I feel an instant wave of calm rush through me.

“Don’t be scared, darling,” she whispers. “You are very beautiful and sexy to me. There is no need to be nervous. Look into my eyes.”

I do as I’m told. I look into her ethereal eyes and feel a new wave of lust pulse through me. She is a woman with experience and deep knowledge, and that turns me on immensely. My insecurity quickly melts away as I cautiously place my left hand on her bare knee and slowly bring my hand up to her smooth cheek. Sighing, she closes her eyes and leans into my soft touch.

“I miss being with women,” she whispers. “My job makes it difficult to meet them. I’m always working. Always feeling lonely.”

“I’m sorry.” I smile as I bring my hand to her hair. “Maybe I can distract you from your loneliness?”

I stare at her elegant neck and the urge to suck on the sensitive skin there overwhelms me until I am drawn to press my lips against her. She breathes slowly  as I plant a kiss on the smooth curve of her neck. A pang of fierce white-hot lust rips through me as I inhale her amazing, feminine scent, which is an intoxicating mixture of vanilla, patchouli and lavender. I add more pressure to my lips and tentatively flicker my tongue against her soft skin, making her moan and shudder against me.

“God, that feels so good, baby,” she moans out. “I love your mouth on me.”

I lean back to glance down at her body and I bring my left hand down to her parted legs, which are wide open in invitation for me. I moan fervently as I realize that she’s wearing no underwear, and when I feel her slick, slippery folds drenched with arousal, I bring my lips back to her neck and resume sucking gently on the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck yes,” she whimpers as her hips thrust upward. “It feels so fucking good.”

I lightly flicker my tongue against her smooth skin and slide my finger up and down her hot, wet slit, making her shiver uncontrollably and her hips buck upward. I pull away from her neck and gaze down at her once more, loving the way she is responding to my touch. I bring my mouth to her ear and breathe into it, which sends a shiver down her spine.

 

“May I worship you with my mouth as well?” I ask.

“Yes, please,” she says breathlessly. “I would love that.”

I smile as I retract my hand and kneel in front of her to spread her legs further apart. I tenderly kiss my way up her legs, brushing my lips against the inside of her thighs. Even though I ache to plunge my tongue deeply into her soaking wet pussy, I take my time adoring her legs with my mouth. When I finally reach her wet mound, I plant a soft kiss on her bare labia before I close my eyes and lick her tentatively, dragging my tongue up her wet, warm opening. She whimpers and puts her hands through my hair, her fingers lightly pulling at the strands, urging me to go on.

“Fuck my pussy with your tongue, baby,” she says in a frantic whisper. “I want to feel your tongue inside of me, please.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I moan before I slowly plunge my eager tongue inside of her, making her gasp and tremble violently. She smells and tastes so divine; her pussy is so sweet and exhilarating to me, making my own cunt throb painfully in absolute lust. I start to gently thrust my tongue in and out and when I open my eyes to look up at her, I see the possessed expression of pleasure on her beautiful face and it’s enough to make my nipples tighten and my insides throb again. Wetness floods my core as I continue tongue fucking her, loving the way that she grinds against my mouth so eagerly.

“Yes, don’t stop, baby,” she says as her hands grip my hair. “I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that.”

I raise my lips to suck on her clit while I gently slide my finger inside of her slick, tight cunt. She arches her back and moans in visceral pleasure as her hips buck and her legs quiver on both sides of my face.

“I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly. “Baby…oh God.”

My stomach fills with butterflies when I hear her say my name in carnal heat. And when she grips my hair tightly and moans loudly, I feel lust stream through me as she rides out her orgasm.

“God, you are amazing,” she says as I plant a kiss on her quivering cunt. “I’d love to sixty-nine you. Would you like that?”

“I’d rather focus on you, miss,” I say as I grin up at her. “I want you to ride my face.”

“Oh God, I’d squirt into your mouth, baby,” she says with excitement laced in her voice. “The last time I did that to a girl, it was an accident and she hated it.”

“Mm.” A primal shiver runs through me. “I would love that so much. I’ve always wanted a girl to squirt down my throat.”

“So much comes out, though.”

Instead of saying anything, I show my enthusiasm by stretching out on the floor in front of the couch. A tiny moan escapes her before she quickly peels off her dress and carefully straddles my face. I gently grab her hips and pull her down more as I stick my tongue out and slide it into her slippery folds. She gasps as she cautiously grinds her hips against me; she adds more force as she relaxes against me and loses herself to the pleasure.

“I don’t know how I’m going to last like this,” she says with a shaky voice. “It feels like I’m on the verge already.”

All I can focus on is her sweet, delectable scent and her sexy body convulsing all because of me. The wet, slippery sounds of her going up and down on my tongue echo in my ears and when I hear her gasp and feel her thighs quiver, I know that she is close.

“I’m going to come,” she whispers in a taut voice. “Oh my God…oh fuck!”

She whimpers and convulses on top of me as a stream of her cum gushes down my throat. With another thrust, more of it comes out. It’s sweet and salty at the same time, and I find myself desiring more. But by the way that she is breathing heavily, I sense that she needs some rest. So I quickly pull away from her soaking wet mound and kiss my way back up her body, all the way up to her lovely mouth. She moans as she swirls her tongue into my mouth and tastes herself, which makes me groan in absolute heat.

“God, you are so perfect,” she whispers as I nuzzle her neck and close my eyes. “Thank you, baby. That was amazing.”

 

A.R. MCKENNA

A.R. McKenna has been writing novels, stories, and poems ever since she was 16 years old. She loves to write sensual, erotic stories with realistic, believable characters. She firmly believes that sexuality is an innate human need that one should not feel ashamed about.