The Ballet Dancer, Part 3

“Did you like that?”“Hmmm, maybe not so smart,” she breathed in reply. “Well, you should rest then, from your performance earlier and my performance now,” I suggested smugly.“I think, No,” she sparked and her hand shot out and wrapped firmly around my stiffened member. While I was surprised at her recovery and stamina, she switched to a tennis grip and with a squeeze, she used my own racket to flip me on my back. She brought her other hand to the task so that all the blood flowed through the shaft of my desire burning between her hands. My agony of pleasure was fueled by the devilish smile delight that flashed on her face. Licking her own lips, she wiped the smile away and offered a guttural groan of anticipation. “This is what I had in mind,” she said inspecting me, “The size is good, but I make bigger. You have beautiful cock and body I can make use of.”Down she went. Whether fast or slow, I couldn’t tell but it seemed like and eternity as she licked the head of my cock and then pushed the tip through her lips to take it in her mouth. With just the crown of my cock in her mouth she worked her tongue around the ridges and teased at the hole on top. Her fingers ringed the base of my shaft and her other hand worked on the stepchildren. I lost all track of time as she moved to lick her way around my pleasure stick, the tip, then the shaft, then my balls, and around again; all while her hands played my nipples like she was tuning a violin for concert. My body was a super nova of excitement. She kept me on the edge but never too far. She brought the tip of my cock back into her mouth and sucked hard, then while keeping the pressure up, she pulled her head back until I popped out. She did it again, pulling back but not quite letting me pop. Next she nibbled and sucked the crown, the shaft and my balls – a choreography of fellatio that rendered me completely in her power. When she took me again deep in her mouth, I was lost and could no longer tell what she did and when. He hands played on my nipples, my balls, my shaft and even into my ass. As she inserted her finger my cocked engorged more than I’ve ever known. She worked her mouth and tongue furiously now and I began to realize that she was beginning to tire. I tried to pull her off. She shook me off, saying over ragged breaths, “I want to drink you,” then she redoubled her effort. I finally came in a gusting torrent, my hot seed shooting into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked it eagerly until I was left a quivering puddle on the bed. I did then what many men do, although I am ashamed to admit it. I fell asleep.