TITLE    : Nicky Cox Loves Cocks
STORYID  : nicky-cox-loves-cocks_2008
SUMMARY  : Horny lady entertains business man in Chicago.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2008-06-30
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |straddle|


So I was in Chicago not long ago for work and I met this absolutely gorgeous mocha skinned woman named Nicole Johnston. I met her on the first day and she seemed friendly enough. She was almost as tall as my five-foot-ten-inch frame. Her facial features were thin without being sharp and not in such a way as to make her look boney. Her build was athletic with what I guessed to be a healthy B-cup chest, strong looking legs and a perfectly rounded full shapely ass.



That evening I had plans so I couldn't invite her to dinner. The second day of the conference we had lunch, although we weren't alone. A friend of hers joined us. Still, our conversation was full of joking sexual innuendo. Nicole, or Nicky as she told me she preferred, loitered after her friend left -- long enough for me to invite her to dinner. She accepted and my heart thrilled while my cock throbbed. Nicky gave me her cell phone number and as I programmed it into my cell phone she told me to put it in under her maiden name -- Nicky Cox. When I raised my eyebrow in askance she smiled and said, "It'll help you remember what I want." With that she gave me a quick peck on the lips, a close hug and then the warm curves of her body were moving away.



By six we were sitting in a local restaurant that she had selected and driven us to. We were both dressed in nice slacks- although she filled hers better -- and where I had on a nice button-down oxford with the sleeves turned up a couple of times, Nicky had on a skin-tight polo looking thing with sleeves somewhere in between short and tanktop length.



I wasn't sure if she was as eager to get through dinner and on to desert as I was, but at a minimum she was joking about desert with the same level of sexual innuendo she did at lunch. Doing my best to appear not too excited or in much of a rush I intentionally took my time eating. There were two things I was pretty sure of: 1) She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her, and 2) if it didn't happen that particular evening, I was still going to be in town for another two nights.



I was fairly confident that before I left Chicago I would become intimately familiar with Nicky's body, likes, dislikes, desires... not to mention how much she liked to play with cocks.



Almost two hours later we were just finishing desert when Nicky said something about the whip cream being missing from my apple pie. I assured her that I didn't particularly care for the white creamy stuff on my pie. She giggled and said, "Oh, but I DO like it in mine." Then she giggled again and said, "I mean on mine."



I had to laugh and added to the joke, "That's only a difference of an inch or two, isn't it?"



She smiled and replied, "God, I hope it's more than an inch."



"Last time I checked," I said, "it was definitely more than an inch."



"Care to tell me how much more than an inch?" There was a twinkle in her eyes as she asked.



"Sure I can," I smiled back, "but I'd much prefer you to find out for yourself."



"Oh, and I look forward to it," she giggled, "But do you want to give me a hint?"



"Hmm...," I grinned. "Well," I said as I put my open hands up side by side, "when completely erect it'll fill both my hands." I saw her eyes twinkle as she guessed at the math. Her smile got wider.



"Well," she said, folding her napkin on the table in front of her, "I was going to tease you by making you wait until tomorrow, but now..." Her voice trailed off and I knew I should get the check squared away quickly.



Neither of us said much for the five minutes it took to get the check paid. Our eyes spoke volumes. After the check was paid, without a word spoken, we walked to the car and drove back to my hotel. Still without speaking and very carefully not touching each other we walked to the elevator. When the doors opened a few people got out and we were the only two people who got in.



I was half expected we'd embrace passionately, but instead she stepped away from me to the opposite side of the small space. Honoring her apparent desire I moved away from her so that my back was against the opposite wall. About six feet separated us and the air was so thick I would have sworn I could taste her sweat on my tongue.



As I watched, Nicky's hands moved slowly up to her collar and unbuttoned the few buttons there, pulling the collar apart and then raking down across the swell of her breasts. Her nipples perked and hardened as her finger tips trailed over them.



At her waistband her hands unbuckled her belt, disconnected the ends, and pulled them apart. I realized she was watching me as I watched her... and her fingers kept working. She unbuttoned her slacks, slowly pulling her zipper down with one hand as her other pulled her slacks open.



Her almond colored skin showed in sharp contrast between the bottom of her white shirt and the top of her white panties. The elevator dinged and the doors began to open. Nicky left her pants open as they were, apparently not caring if anyone would see her getting out of the elevator or on our way down the hall to my room. She stepped across the elevator, took my hand in hers and pulled me along out of the elevator. It was a good thing she was so forward because I was half in a daze thinking about the flat of her abdomen below her shirt.



At the door to my room she stepped behind me and, as I dug out the keycard to open the door, she reached around to unbuckle my belt, unsnap and unzip my slacks.



As I opened the door and stepped through, she stayed close behind me, her body pressed against mine, her hands continuing to work on my clothes, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt. I silently thanked the powers that be that hotel doors latch and lock when they close.



When the door latched behind us I felt Nicky's hands turning me around, sliding inside my slacks, outside my underwear, one hand pushing a hip, the other pulling until our unbuckled belts banged together. As our eyes met her fingers continued to work on my shirt buttons. With my shirt unbuttoned she slid her hands inside, against my chest, then sliding apart through the hair until my shirt fell off my shoulders. I felt Nicky's hands squeeze my shoulders, and the hunger in her eyes seemed to grow as she pulled me into our first real kiss.



As our lips met I felt her hands move back down my body, inside my pants, this time on my hips INSIDE my underwear. It seemed unfair to not return the gesture, so I did. My hands found the curve of her waist and I slid them down from there, across her hips, inside her slacks and farther down inside what turned out to be a white cotton thong.



Our kiss, just soft gentle lips at first, soon grew into heaving breaths full of exploring tongues and bodies pressed together. As our hands explored they also removed clothes. Our lips had to part long enough to pull off her shirt and a few moments later her bra followed.



I always love the feeling of a woman's breasts and erect nipples pressed into my hairy chest or abdomen. Most of the women I've been with seem to enjoy it too. In this case, when Nicky's erect nipples rubbed through my chest hair, a soft moan escaped her.



I knew we'd have to stop kissing and groping long enough to take off our pants and shoes, but I couldn't figure out how to do that -- and I didn't want to stop kissing her. She was hungrily sucking my tongue and I was imagining that same sensation on my stiff dick.



As I was pondering, Nicky figured it out and began pushing me backwards toward the bed. When my knees hit it she pushed and I landed on my back, naked from the waist up, pants undone, crotch bulging.



As I looked up at Nicky's beautiful face and then down across the curve of her chest and then farther down to where her pants were undone she said, "Don't move." I smiled.



I watched her eyes as she knelt down between my knees, her hands on my thighs. I watched her eyes until I couldn't see them anymore because she lowered her head to my abdomen. My eyes closed involuntarily and I gasped when I felt her tongue on my skin. As she took her time kissing, licking and gently nibbling on the exposed skin her hands slid up and down my thighs, across my hips and over to my underwear. I felt her fingers inside the elastic band, beginning to pull as she kissed lower. I lifted my hips to let her pull down my pants and underwear together.



As my erection was freed I experienced that flickering thought of, "What does she think?" for a brief moment before being distracted by the feeling of hot breath on my swollen cockhead. Another gasp escaped me as I felt one soft hand grasp the base of my shaft, tilting my length up, holding it up as she lowered her mouth around it. In my experience, most women will put their lips around the head of a cock, sucking and maybe licking the head before taking any more in. Not so with Nicky...



I felt the warmth of her mouth around me but no wetness. Her hand didn't move and very carefully held my erection immobile as the heat seemed to increase but there was still no wet touch... and then there was -- all of a sudden and much farther down than I expected. Nicky had opened her mouth wide and gotten as much into her mouth as she could without touching me before closing her mouth and sucking hard. She had gotten about four inches in and sucked it hotly before sliding her mouth up and off, extending her tongue to swirl the head and then dropping her mouth back down until my cockhead hit the back of her throat.



I didn't even try to raise my head to look down at the pleasure she delivered. I normally enjoy watching a woman take pleasure in the pleasure she gave. In this case I just closed my eyes and focused on what I was feeling.



Nicky stayed where she was for several minutes, her fingers, lips, teeth and tongue teasing up and down my length. Every so often she would suck my shaft into her hungry mouth, taking it deep and sucking sucking sucking before popping back off to tease some more.



When I felt my balls just beginning to tighten, foretelling of my pending orgasm, and I was SURE I didn't want to cum yet, I let her know with my hands on the side of her face. Sitting up slowly I reached down to put my hands gently on either side of her face and tilted her head up so our eyes met again. "My turn," I said with a smile. She smiled back with a glimmer in her eyes.



As she stood up I kicked my shoes off, and as she stepped aside I stood up, stepping out of the pants she had left bundled around my ankles. I turned to see her kicking her shoes off and then I kneeled in front of her. As I knelt down I hooked my thumbs at the hips of her slacks, taking them and her thong down with me.



In short order I was face to, ah, face with a neatly trimmed pussy -- the lips perfectly pouty, a slight slash of pink, a glistening of slick honey and the promise of heaven. My hands trailed up her soft but firm thighs, coming to rest on her hips as she took her turn stepping out of her slacks. When her legs stopped moving they were slightly farther apart than they were at the start. Enjoying the view and anticipating the taste, I moved my hands around to cup the full cheeks of her ass, pulling her to me as I leaned my face forward, my tongue reaching.



I'm sure she felt the heat of my breath against her skin and across her sex before my tongue made first contact at the top of her slit. Reaching my tongue out so far that it hurt in the back of my mouth, I slid my tongue down between her lips, tasting her nectar and licking back up again. I heard a quiet moan escape her as her hands found the back of my head and I turned her so her back was to the bed. With a gentle push I forced her to sit down and as she settled I used my shoulders to spread her knees farther apart. As she laid back I was treated to my own personal view of heaven when she pulled her knees up and put her feet on the edge of the bed.



The thought crossed my mind that although we had both done our share of teasing neither of us was teasing now. Nicky knew what she wanted, wasn't ashamed of it, and was pretty forward about it. I wasn't about to deny her or myself and with no hesitation, but hands full of ass, I lowered my mouth to her wetness. In no rush and with great attention to detail, I began to lick and suck her pussy.



The sweet musky aroma of her sex was intoxicating as I trailed my tongue up the gash between one inner and outer lip, brushed across her clit, and ever so gently licked back down the other side. I felt her hips squirm as she tried to get my tongue more toward her center. I wanted it there too but -- ah well, there was no but. As soon as I realized what she was trying to do I complied.



Half a second later my tongue was stretched as far into her sex as I could reach it, my lips mashed against hers, French kissing the deliciousness of her pussy. As I sucked with my mouth plastered over her dripping hole I kept sliding my tongue in and out of the same slickness. I could feel and hear her moaning as her hips moved involuntarily and ground her pussy harder against my mouth.



Moving my mouth up so that I could suck and lick her clit, I eased two fingers into her... pushing them in knuckle deep and hooking my fingers up so that my finger tips were rubbing on the back side of her clit while my mouth was sucking the front. Her back arched in response and as I looked up her body I watched her hands travel to her own chest, cupping, squeezing... and as I flicked my tongue across her erect buzzing clit her fingers pinched, twisted and pulled on her equally erect nipples. The noise that escaped her throat wasn't a moan... it was more like a growl.



The next thing I knew she had grabbed my face with her hands, hooking her fingers under my jaw and pulling me up her body. Our mouths met and I was excited to feel her tongue aggressively seeking mine; tasting her pussy from my tongue and lips; sucking her own juices off of me. At the same time her left hand was on my hip, guiding me up and between her widespread thighs while her right reached down to find my cock and guide it to her hotness. I followed her direction until my cockhead was rubbing between her slick and swollen inner pussy lips.



This time a moan of frustration did escape her as she tried to pull my length into her but I resisted. I enjoyed teasing her and took great delight in feeling her squirm beneath me, humping her hips, rubbing her pussy up and down against the head of my cock, desperate to get my length inside her.



Breaking our kiss for just a moment I whispered to her, "You have to beg." The sound she made in reply seemed like some kind of mewling noise a kitten would make when it was hungry. "You can do it," I whispered. "Beg me for my cock," I said. She mewled some more. "Beg me to fuck you or you don't get any," I finished. She mewled again.



I reached down between us and fisted my cock, rubbing the swollen knob of my cockhead up and down her slit, across her clit and then teasing her opening some more. She kept pumping her hips trying to get my length into her... but I wasn't going to give it to her until she did as she was told... and begged to be fucked.



Finally I heard a soft whisper of desire escape her... "Please," she said just loud enough to be heard.



"Please what?" I demanded as I rubbed my cock across her clit again.



"Please give it to me," she tried.



"Please give what to you?" I insisted.



"Please put it in me," she hissed. I could feel her frustration as her hips pumped harder than ever, thrusting her open pussy at my cock.



"Nope," I said coldly, pulling my cock away from her altogether. "You want it, you have to be explicit."



A huge groan of frustration escaped her followed by, "Please fuck me with your hard cock RIGHT NOW!"



Her reward was immediate as I held my cock only long enough to get the head lined up and then plunged my entire length into her until my pelvis smacked against hers. Her back arched and her legs spread even wider -- which I didn't think was possible. We ground together for only a second or two before I began thrusting my hips above her, pulling my length out until only my swollen knob kept her pussy split open and then ramming my full length back down into her until my balls smacked against her asshole.



As I pumped I made a slight circular motion of my hips so that my pelvis rubbed across her clit with every thrust. A couple minutes later she was cumming all over my cock and it was heaven to feel her pussy squeezing my length as I continued to pump.



Five minutes later she'd cum several more times and I wanted a change of position. She moaned in frustration as I pulled my cock out of her, but as I laid down on my back with my cock pointing at the ceiling, she took the hint and immediately straddled me. She didn't kneel astride me but instead squatted on my length, taking it in hand and guiding it into her pussy. She started bouncing on it, supporting herself with her hands on my chest, her face clouded in the pleasure she was taking from me.



As I laid and enjoyed watching her pussy lips milk my length I also go to look up at her face; her eyes closed in passion; her head thrown back every few seconds; her breasts bouncing with the aggressive rhythm of her riding. She brought herself off two more times as she rode me and then I knew how I wanted to finish things up. Hooking my hands under her hips and pulled my cock out of her.



She didn't say a word but looked down at me in askance. "Get on your hands and knees," I said. She didn't blink or hesitate. Five seconds later I was lining my cock up to enter her pussy doggy style, her face and chest relaxed down against the bed.



This time as I entered her I could clearly hear her say, "Yeah, that's it. Take it." As I began to slide back and forth in her I heard, "Yeah, fuck it. Fuck that pussy." She was getting into it. The fact that I had forced her to "talk dirty" had obviously been on her mind as we were fucking and now she was letting the fact that the reality turned her on guide her actions... or more specifically, her words.



As I continued to pound in to her she let go with a torrent of commands and requests, every one of which I was glad to fulfill.



"Fuck it!" she screamed. "Pound that pussy!" she howled. "Gimme that cock," she begged. "Come on, fuck me!" "Come on... cum for me... cum in me... fill my hot cunt!"



Looking down at her deliciously curved ass, holding her hips as I pounded, and occasionally smacking a full cheek, I kept pumping as fast and as hard as I could, going for broke and simply using her hot wet pussy for my pleasure. I had every intention of cumming as deep into her as my cock could reach... and did so a short while later.



I tried to keep pumping her as I came but it is sometimes too difficult. I think I mostly ended up holding my length buried completely into her as I held her twitching hips, letting her feel my cock swell, spasm, and shoot thick ropes of cum into her.



After my orgasm had passed I held myself inside her for a minute or so, grinding my hips against her ass and feeling my slowly wilting cock stir our mixed cream into a sloppy mess inside her. It began to run out and down across my balls as my cock continued to shrink and her stretched open freshly fucked pussy released it all.



She collapsed face down on the bed, her legs still spread wide and her pussy looking like it had been thoroughly serviced.



I laid down next to her, close enough to snuggle, but far enough away so that we were cooling off instead of contributing to each other's sweaty heat. After she had caught her breath a bit she turned her head to look at me and through a big smile she asked, "How soon can you do that again?"



About fifteen minutes later I was once again balls deep into her, which was where I found myself the next day before breakfast, at lunch and again the following evening and night. On my last morning there she woke me up with a hungry blow job, and rode me until I came up into her milking cunt. When I asked her what had inspired her to do that she assured me that she wanted to leave me with the best memories possible so that, the next time I came to Chicago I'd be sure to keep all my free time available to her.

<hr pg="2" />Was there any doubt?

