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The Straight- Backed Chair
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The Straight-Backed Chair
I was with a lover (a woman, as it happens),
enjoying some slow, delicious foreplay on her bed.
We took it easy, taking our time kissing,
caressing, and undressing each other. Eventually
we were nude, she standing on the floor, me
kneeling in front of her, licking and biting her
breasts and shoulders (she's considerably smaller
than me) while kneading her cunt languorously. We
were both breathing in gasps and moans.
She pulled back and said, "Wait," then left the
room for the kitchen. She returned with a
straight-backed wooden chair that she put down on
the floor. She gently reached down and took me by
the cock, lifted so I rose from my knees, then
steered me to the chair & sat me down. She
released my cock, kneeled & licked it up the side,
then rolled a rubber down over it.
Placing her feet wide on the floor & holding my
shoulders, she lowered herself onto me. By this
time she was real hot inside, & I gasped a little.
She grabbed the back of the chair & fucked me
slowly but hard, lifting off slightly with each
stroke. She was leaning back, and I could see her
eyes in the dim light from the window. We looked
at each other & smiled while I remained motionless
and she pumped me. From time to time she licked
her lips. The position allowed deep penetration,
but I could also feel her clit rub against me.
Soon her breathing got hoarse. She pulled her legs
off the floor & hooked her feet under the chair's
crossbars so she could grind against me better.
Leaning forward, she linked her hands behind the
chair's back. She was completely plastered against
me: I couldn't take a deep breath cause she was
squeezing me against the chair so hard. She
pressed her open lips to my collarbone and sucked
in rhythm with her movements. I reached up and
ran my hands through her hair while feeling her
teeth on my skin.
Suddenly she convulsed and stiffened a few times
in succession, coming with her mouth still locked
to me, snorting violently to get breath. After a
few seconds she relaxed, unclasped her arms and
draped them around my neck, unclenched her legs so
her toes trailed on the floor.
She remained limp against me, breathing deeply.
Her sweat was cooling on my chest, thighs, and
belly. After a few moments, I put my hands under
her armpits and lifted her gently off my painfully
hard cock. She swayed a little as she stood, so I
kept a hand on her while I rose and leaned across
the bed to grab a pillow. I laid the pillow across
the top of the chair back, then moved behind it.
I tugged her over between me and the chair, and she
leaned back against me. Her navel was about even
with the pillow, and her spine bumped against my
cock. I ran my hands over her breasts, squeezing
the nipples with my fingertips.
She leaned her head back and I leaned down to kiss
her. Her tongue felt hot and dry as it rubbed
against mine between quick breaths. "Water?" I
whispered.
"Later," she breathed. "Do it."
I straightened, then lifted her up by the armpits
and bent her forward over the chair back. Her
feet were dangling in front of my shins and her
hair was brushing the seat of the chair while her
hands gripped the edges to support her upper body.
Laying my hands on her ass, I extended my
thumbs downward to pull her labia open, then pushed
my cock in with a grunt.
As she had done, I started slow but hard, drawing
out for nearly a second each time, then driving
in abruptly. At every thrust, she gasped. I
could see the muscles of her arms tense as my
strokes drove her body forward over the chair.
She bent her legs tobring her feet up behind me,
driving her heels into my thighs.
When I felt the burn building at the base of my
cock, I sped up. My hands slid forward from her
ass to grip her waist as I hunched over her and
the chair began to rock, banging the floor. Her
hair swung wildly back and forth, and I pulled on
her to hold myself in as I stood suddenly rigid
and came in burning pulses.
As my heart slowed, I lifted her free of the chair,
stepped aside, and twisted so we fell to the bed
on our backs,with her atop me and my cock still in
her. I flicked her hair on one side so I could
lick her ear gently. "Mmhmm," she said. When I
felt my cock begin to soften, I pulled out from
under her and removed the rubber, then went to the
kitchen for water. When I returned, she was
unconscious. I drank both glasses, then lay
beside her and fell asleep myself.
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