A literotic sexstories: Sakura’s Winter Break – part 3: Final Fitting by GideonBard ,
Sakura’s sexual desires are released like a pandora box after a sexual encounter with a co-worker pushes her past her comfort zone. The question now is how far she is willing to let it go?
She wasn’t always like that. As a foreign exchange student from Japan, she was generally shy around people afraid of saying the wrong things. She sought adventure but found it difficult to find her role in this new world. At least until today. Her sexual desires have been opened up like Pandora’s box, insatiable and thirsty to find the depth of her passions. Sakura realized that she wanted to wear her lust like a badge of honor. Whatever Brian did to her, opening her up to this new world, has changed her forever. After taking one final look at her outfit in the mirror, straightening her pleated skirt and her thin white blouse, she left the bathroom.
As she walked out of the bathroom she was surprised to bump into Max. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled chin. She felt a connection with him instantly at the tux shop and had fantasized about meeting him here ever since. If she was honest with herself she resolved to deliver his pants to him personally because she hoped to seduce him.
“Oh hey, I was looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” Max said. She thought back to the past two hours where on not one, but two occasions, friends of his had accosted her and had their way with her. Thinking about her recent orgasms causes a familiar wetness to build on her pantiless clam. “Do you mind checking my suit pants for me? I think they are too short now.” She couldn’t say no to him. She placed her tiny hand in his and he led her into the living room she was in earlier with Dave. The room was vacant.
“Let me go put my tuxedo on real quickly, do you mind pouring us some drinks? I prefer scotch.” Max said. “No problem,” she said, walking over to the bar. She dropped two balls of ice into a glass and poured some 18-year McCallen scotch into the crystal glasses. Max walked to the middle of the room where his tuxedo was laying on a table and removed it from the bag then, to Sakura’s surprise he began, taking off his clothes in front of her. She watched him, like a voyeur, taking several sips of her drink. Its initial bite was sharp to her upper pallet but gradually the oak flavor settled radiating warmth throughout her. With his back facing her, the fireplace casted shadows that danced on his muscular back allowing her to see each defined muscle group, his narrow waist, and his tight smooth butt. As he bent over to pull his pants up she could see his long penis swing side to side before being housed into his fitted tuxedo pants. She felt aroused. He turned around, locking eyes with her, pulling her attention back to his tall dark, and handsome smile. His gorgeous tan skin and rippling six-pack danced with the colors of the dim fireplace light. She walked up to him and handed him his ice-cold drink.
He gulped the oaky scotch and lifted the glass to take note of the ice balls and rich light brown color. “Mmmm, I love scotch…it reminds me of sex.” He said looking deep into her deep brown eyes to ensure his suggestive statement resonated. She put her empty glass down and placed her now cold hands against his chest. He smiled down at her. She slowly descended to the floor, taking a familiar position in front of him… on her knees… recreating where they left off at the tuxedo shop. She looked and checked his pants to confirm that the length was good.
“These are perfect!” she said to him.
“So are you,” he said. He looked down at this beautiful girl in front of him. His hand caressed her cheek. Her perfectly round ass and B-cup breasts matched her body perfectly. He stared down into her exposed cleavage which allowed her breasts to jiggle with every movement. Her straight black hair contrasted sharply with her creamy smooth skin.
She looked up at him, her red pouty lips stirring his manhood awake. She was instantly reminded of their encounter earlier. Her body betrayed her as her hand returned to the long snake in his pants rubbing his rod and then looking up to his eyes. His smirk said it all to her – he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Her hands moved to the adjustable tabs on either side of his tuxedo pants, unlocked the tabs, and pulled his pants to the floor. Released from its prison, his long uncircumcised cock grew outward and bounced up and down next to her face as if it were a short sword seeking to knight her for her good deeds. “Show me that you want it,” he said, staring at her.
She shifted her body and let her knees spread wide apart, allowing him to see her drenched pussy from behind her pleated skirt. She wrapped her tiny hands around his long veiny penis and pulled back his sheath to expose his large bulbous helmet with a curved bumpy ridge. From under his glorious cock, the tip of his penis created a heart shape that connected to the tip of his warhead which oozed a white creamy liquid the same color as the unfiltered sake she drank earlier in the night.
Sakura opened her small mouth and wrapped her red-stained lips fully around his girth, engulfing his engorged manhood and welcoming him into her wet, warm, and soft mouth. His pre-cum tasted rich and salty. With his helmet in her mouth, she expertly curled her tongue around the base of his head and sucked on the tip of his prick to earn more of his milk. The breaking in suction caused by Max’s rocking motion resulted in a wet sexy slurpy sound. “Mmmm, that’s a good girl.” She loved the positive affirmations. As he backed out fully she opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue, letting long ropes of saliva bridge the gap between his cock and her drooling mouth. He pushed, roughly, into her agape mouth again.
“Sakura, deep throat, all of my cock!” he commanded. She looked up, her large almond eyes glowing from the dim flickering fireplace light. She was so attracted to him she wanted to please him, but she had never done that before. She decided to try. She opened her mouth willing to be his courtesan. He watched his tiny Japanese sex toy consume inch after inch of his 9” cock. His hands wrapped around her head, holding her straight black hair, and he guided his long cock to the back of her throat and then released her. He started gently but as the minutes passed he became more aggressive and frustrated. Her tiny hands moved back and forth along his long veiny manhood praying he would release his seed into her belly.
Her lips opened and he shoved his dick into her cramming through the narrowing in the back of her throat. Her throat hugged his spear tip tightly. He held his cock in her mouth for 30 seconds before allowing her to come up for air. Each time he pulled out he was excited to see the long ropes of saliva and pre-cum that connected the two.
She gagged and gasped for air. Her eyes watered, drool dripped from her lips, as he penetrated her mouth again seeking to punch past the back of her head. “Fuck, Sakura, open up!” he yelled. She wanted to please him but he was so rough. She protested the assault of her mouth. “You’re too long! I can’t take it all!” Tears streamed from her eyes. She gasped for air feeling like a failure. She wanted to play along. Why wasn’t he being nice to her anymore? They had a connection, didn’t they?
“Get off your knees, you lazy slut, and open your throat!” He barked. His statement lacked empathy but she was drawn to his confidence and followed his command… She rose from her knees, bent over parallel to the ground, giving Max more leverage on her tiny mouth. “Fuck, you are hot! That’s a good girl!” He said as he leaned forwards grabbing her ass and impaling his rod into her over and over until her nose was finally at the base of his cock. She quelled the gag reflex as her neck stretched tightly around his manhood like a latex glove. “Fuck Sakural”, he yelled, “You did it! Good girl!” He let her go and pulled out of her mouth allowing her to gag and gasp for air before he returned for more.
His loud moans summoned the other groomsmen from the party who watched Sakura from behind deep throating Max’s log and treating her like a whore. She did not realize she had an audience, with her eyes shut, impaled on his cock, her ass up high in the air. Her beautiful long legs spread apart for balance narrowed to her glistening cunt that was being serviced by her spare hand. Dave, Bill, and Chris closed the door behind them quietly and took off their clothes.
To Sakura’s surprise a stranger’s hand wrapped around her body, intertwining together with the hand she had between her legs, pressed against her wetness, and rotated in small gentle circles on her little nub. Their fingers created a natural ribbed surface that shifted from her soft dainty fingers to her new partner’s rougher hands. She was elated that someone was there to help give her pleasure as a respite from the abuse. The new sensation sent waves radiating from her sensitive zone exploding with fireworks of pleasure. “Ohhhhhh” she cooed. She felt her pleated skirt being unzipped and allowed to drop to the floor.
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