Poppers Blowjob 2

I was laying on my back, on the floor, and Sandra was squeezing my cock through the denim of my jeans as she kissed me. I was begging her in my mind to undo my jeans and take me out.

Although unusual for me to be in such a submissive position, I loved the fact that Sandra was above me like this and taking control of me. It wasn’t just that I didn’t need to agonise over what I should do next, and whether I would be rejected. It was really sexy giving myself up to her desires, and letting her direct the proceedings.

My every thought was now focused on what her hand was doing. When it stopped squeezing me, I willed it to start pulling my zipper down. After it had pulled my zipper down, I willed it to fish my cock out of my pants. Once my cock was out in the open, and savouring the feeling of air on skin, I willed her to start wanking me slowly. When she did, I started to suspect that I could actually control her with my mind.

I put it to the test. I willed her with all my might to move her head down to my erection, spit on it like I’d seen women do in porn films, and then whack the side of her face with it. I must have been frowning with concentration, because she looked at me with concern and asked if I was alright. “Mmmm”, I mumbled, kissing her again to hide my embarrassment at believing I could control women with my mind.

Her hand moved slowly up and down my shaft. I had my arms around her and pressed her to me while we kissed. This was great. Sod work. Sod the confines of boring nine-to-five-work-dom. I was my own man, and I could fuck who I wanted, when I wanted. Yes, I felt great as she wanked me slowly and kissed me tenderly.

God knows what I was thinking as I broke away from our kiss, reached over to where Sandra had put the poppers bottle, and unscrewed the cap. I chuckled uncontrollably as I took another long sniff from the bottle, said “What’s good for the goose” and handed it to Sandra. That made no sense, I mused. “Crazy man” she admonished, before taking a mighty lungful herself.

Once she’d put the bottle down, she moved with surprising speed to lean over and take my cock in deep into her mouth. Jeez, I wasn’t expecting that! My head felt like it was going to burst after the poppers, and my thoughts had been replaced entirely by feelings. Hot mouth. Hot, wet mouth. My stiff cock in her hot wet mouth. She didn’t move her head for a while. She just left my cock deep in her hot, wet mouth, and let me enjoy it.

I enjoyed it all too much. This could be the premature end of a perfect night if I don’t watch myself, I thought.

She moved her head inexorably slowly upwards, drawing my length out of her mouth millimetre by millimetre while sucking strongly. When at the tip she made her slow descent again, sucking powerfully all the time. She had made a ring with her finger and thumb and I could feel it sliding up and down my cock with her mouth. It felt light and a little bit tickly. Hmmm, not felt anything like that before.

I wanted to touch her while she sucked me, so I rested my hand lightly on her shoulder, and watched her head rise and then fall. The dilemma reared its head and I had to decide whether to spurt into her mouth, as I was very close to doing, or proceed to a good fucking. I resolved to enjoy this beautiful blowjob for a while longer and then see if we could fuck each other’s brains out.

Sandra continued her slow mouth wank, and at the point where I could easily have gushed my hot seed into her throat, I pulled gently away and asked if there was somewhere more private we could go. We were still on the living room floor, after all.

She led me to her bedroom and once inside, she stripped down to her knickers. I noticed a few things as I removed my own clothes; the whiteness of her skin, the pertness of her small breasts, her wide hips and the firmness of her buttocks as she bent over to move something.

There was only a mattress for a bed in the room, and then we were on it, clinging to each other, mouth on mouth, my cock prodding at her as we rolled together. It became frantic. I was naked but Sandra still had her knickers on. Quickly, I slid my hand under them and cupped her mound, letting my middle finger trace her slit, up and down. She was wet already. I wondered if the blowjob she had been giving me had made her moist. I always wondered whether a woman’s administrations on her man were enough to turn them on like this.

I brought my mind back to Sandra’s wet slit and eased my middle finger inside, feeling the heat. Two fingers went inside and I felt her tilt her pelvis downwards so that there was pressure between her pubic bone and my finger. She arched back as she did this, and I just pressed.

Our tongues were in each other’s mouths as my fingers explored, and twisted and pressed.

I could wait no longer. I pulled down her knickers, struggled to put a condom on, and moved between her legs. My gaze fell on the little brown bottle that was now on the floor next to the mattress. Before I could help myself, I had it in my hands, the top was off and its vapours were rushing into my nose. Sandra looked up at me and giggled. She took a long sniff herself and we both sniggered uncontrollably.

The situation was sexy, to put it mildly. There I was, lying between Sandra’s legs with a monumental stiffness that was intending to burrow its way into Sandra, and we were just chuckling at nothing. I was so stiff, I didn’t think I needed to guide myself in, so I thought I would go hands-free and see how I fared. My tip was at her entrance, I could feel that much. I tensed my buttocks and pushed forwards tentatively, and felt reassured as I slid inside a little.

Sandra’s hands were on my buttocks, pulling hard. What the hell, I thought, and slid the whole way in. My lips were fastened on her lips, my tongue seeking hers, as I made slow but deep motions with my hips. I strained against her like I was trying to break something when I was fully in, and dithered at her entrance when I was almost out.

I had been holding her head in my hands as I was kissing her, but I moved them underneath her shoulders to grip them as I continued my long, slow strokes. I didn’t vary my movements at all, just kept oscillating between the two extremities, and that was enough. Enough for me, because I could feel the pleasure rising with every thrust, and I guess enough for her because she closed her eyes tight shut and screwed her face up, mouth open.

I don’t know how long we kept up our tortuously slow rhythm. I would like to have looked on as a voyeur at us fucking like that, and the thought excited me. The very slowness of our movements heightened the sexiness of our actions. I imagined watching myself fucking Sandra, seeing my buttocks rise in slow motion and then pump forwards slowly, yet forcefully. Her legs were raised, her knees retracted towards her body and as I pushed forwards, her knees went with the movement, returning when I withdrew. I was aware of all these little movements as my climax approached. It built inch by inch, with every thrust. Sandra’s face was a grimace now, as I sped up a little, and her mouth widened silently.

Within a few strokes, I was pulsing into my condom as Sandra gasped and clutched me to her. We lay, straining against each other for a while, before I saw her hand sneak out to the brown bottle again.