Her wet gash had soaked a line from my forehead to my chin and I alternated between long slow strokes with my tongue and sucks with my lips, getting appreciative groans as reward.
She broke the pattern momentarily to reach right down to the floor, releasing both handcuffs and pulling my arms and hands up to her tits. Both hands started squeezing and teasing them or playing with her proud nipples. Her own hands both dropped from the support and clasped the top of my head, like grasping the pommel of a saddle. She rode me, or rather rode my face. And I loved it!
I was conscious that this was an exhibition, and anyone could walk into this room at any time but in the dim red light that was all I could see from my position, it felt private.
At one point she dismounted altogether, turned and spent a few minutes undoing my trousers, setting my cock free while I admired the new view under her butt curves. Between sucks on my rock hard cock, she told me that when she started coming, she needed cock and I nodded into her soft butt cheeks.
The woman turned again and rode me for what felt like 20 minutes till her breathing got more ragged and her “This sir, that sir’s” gravitated towards “Don’t you DARE fucking stop’s!”
I was breathing hard too, fighting for air under her as I lapped her now very wet pussy, occasionally sucking her big clit as she ground it against me. My focus had slowly moved up from her engorged lips and occasional lick of her butt hole, to her clit and her bucking had become more precise and targetted.
With a cry of “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!!!!!”, her grinding changed to convulsive bucking and her thighs tensed inwardly.
A shudder, then another shudder, then another. “Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwggghhhhhh!!! Yes!! Yes!! Yesssss!!!” she whispered as aftershocks ripped through her.
She knocked my hands to one side and moved her sensitive clit up and out of reach of my tongue as she came, leaving me to delve in deep at the base of her pussy where gravity had moved most of her cream.
Then she quickly dismounted, ushering me to get up, then leaned over the chair from the side, legs spread. I wasted no time and my ready cock plunged in to her well warmed up pussy, pounding and pounding.
I was so worked up and intoxicated by the scent of her juices on my face that in five short minutes, breathing heavy, I had my own firework display, shooting over her back, the chair and the floor. Spent, I fell to the floor, a little shocked at what had just happened.
After a few heavy breaths of her own, she dismounted the chair, put her tits back in her bra, and buttoned up her blouse.
Pulling her skirt back down to a respectable place and still breathing hard, she held out a hand to help me get up with my still stiff cock twitching.
“I hope you enjoyed the demonstration sir. If you’d like to place an order, I’d be happy to take it. And also sir……would you mind leaving feedback on our website sir?” Customer satisfaction is very important to us.”…
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A few days later with three or four items of fresh stock unwrapped in a quiet backroom of our stores, I dug out Imogen’s card, opened WhatsApp and started typing.
“Hi. I think I’ve found some of the sort of furniture you’d be interested in. I’d send photos but it’s probably better that you come over to our demonstrator area…”
To be continued…
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