Then I said it. “Your cock is so hard. It feels so warm. I want to squeeze your cock.” And suddenly I wanted to say all the words that I had avoided. Saying cock seemed to make it even more erotic.
“Ummm, yes. Squeeze it Martha.” His hand was now sliding down my blouse. The pressure of his arm against my face brought my cheek into contact with his cock.
I looked into the mirror across from us. I had never seen myself having sex. Now I was becoming terribly turned-on as I watched myself rub his cock on my cheek, watched my blouse buttons pop open as his hand worked its way down to my breast. My blouse fell open. His hand slipped into my bra. His fingers pinched my nipple.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. How terribly erotic. How very very wrong but very very exciting. His hand forced my bra down; I watched my nipple come into view. I glanced up and saw that Martin was looking into the mirror also.
“You have fantastic nipples Martha. They’re so hard, so big. They’re like pink gems on cream hills. Do you like to have them pinched?”
“Yes. That feels good. I like them pinched hard.”
I watched in the mirror, my blouse open to my tummy, one breast fully exposed while my bra continued to cover the other. Martin’s hand cupping my tit, his finger and thumb rotating, pulling, squeezing my nipple. I watched my hand stroking his thick cock, rubbing it against my cheek. I watched as a small drop of precum formed in the piss hole then watched as I dragged the pre-cum across my cheek. .
I turned my face to examine his cock, to watch the precum slowly form another drop. I rubbed my thumb over the end of his cock, enjoying the slickness of the precum as I spread t over the head of his cock. It made the cock-head shiny. I rubbed his cock on my cheek again.
I felt Martin’s free hand on my head, felt him gently turning my head. His cock slid across my cheek and rubbed my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth, began licking the warm hard head. I continued stroking his cock as my mouth wrapped around the head. It seemed even larger now that I was sucking it.
“Umm, yesss. Tongue it Martha. God, that feels so good. Play with it hon. Lick up and down the shaft. Umm, good.”
I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. His cock was now shiny with my saliva. When my mouth was by his balls, he raised his cock so that his balls rubbed against my chin. I had never licked a guys balls, but I knew that’s what he wanted. It was also what I wanted. I wanted to play with that big sack. I began licking his balls while holding his cock against my face. I could feel the heat from his cock against my face.
Martin pulled my blouse open the rest of the way, slipped it off my shoulders. As my blouse slid from my body, he unsnapped my bra, which followed my blouse to the floor.
I stole a quick glance to the mirror. Watched and felt his large hands cup my small breasts. I returned my gaze to his cock, as his fingers began to gently rotate my nipples. I looked at the long blue vein that ran along the shaft. I slid my tongue along the vein, and then squeezed the head of his cock to open the hole so that I could probe it with my tongue.