Stick with Alexis

Geoffrey’s cock has a slight bend to it. Alexis likes the way it feels when he rams it in her pussy, but now as she sucks on it, the curve is a bit of a distraction. She has had more cocks in her mouth than she can count, and she is used to feeling the plump head strike her throat right in the middle. Geoffrey’s makes contact slightly off center, and it forces her to think about what she is doing, rather than go on autopilot.

She looks up at him without removing her lips from his shaft. His eyes are still closed, but the rhythm of his snoring speeds up, suggesting she is piercing the veil of Morpheus that envelopes his brain.

Her fingers explore his scrotum, playing with his balls. She wonders whether they have been able to replenish the reservoir of semen that she drained from him over the past few hours. Her finger slips down along the meaty sack, following the trail of saliva that drips down his shaft from her hungry lips.

Geoffrey still shows no sign of waking, even as one hand reaches up his side and begins to rub his muscular abs and chest. With her other hand, she continues tracing down his scrotum until, with one finger, she finds his anus and gingerly begins circling it and lightly tapping the entrance to his tight hole.

Alexis can feel her own juices flowing, and her clit starts to throb in perfect time with her heartbeat. With one more glance at Geoffrey’s face confirming he is still asleep, she decides she has been patient enough.

Alexis pulls her mouth off his rock-hard prick with a loud slurp. Sitting up and moving to his side, she lifts one leg and carefully stretches it over his waist. Poised on top of him, Alexis looks into the gorgeous sleeping face of her lover and grasps his cock and holds it in place as she lowers herself onto it.

Alexis moans and feels the waves of pleasure flow over her. No matter how many times she does this, and no matter how many cocks she does it with, that initial feeling of being stretched and filled with a man’s hardness never fails to exhilarate her. Geoffrey’s cock is slick and wet from her oral ministrations, and her slit is so wet from her love juices, that she easily impales herself fully on his rigid dick.

Resisting the urge to go too fast too soon, Alexis slowly rocks back and forth, feeling the sleeping stud’s shaft rub her insides. Her clit feels every inch of his thickly-veined member as it grinds against the top of the shaft.

Geoffrey’s snoring abruptly ends with a snort. She looks down at him and sees him open his eyes in a gorgeous mixture of sleepiness and confusion before realization sets in.

“Good morning,” she says, sweetly, as if she were handing him a freshly-brewed cup of coffee, rather than riding him to imminent orgasm.

“Good morning,” echoed Geoffrey, as his mind raced to catch up with his body.

Now that he is awake, Alexis feels free to escalate her activities. Moving from a slow grinding motion, she begins bouncing up and down, as well. She reaches behind and finds Geoffrey’s balls and begins to tickle and fondle them as they bounce.

Geoffrey’s contorted face and the change of rhythm of his upward thrusts tells Alexis that he is getting close to cumming. So is she.

Geoffrey starts to sit up, as if he is going to take control of this session, but Alexis will hear nothing of it. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushes him back against the mattress. “I’m driving now, big boy,” she growls at him. “I’m going to cum on that fantastic, fuck shaft of yours!”

Geoffrey’s eyes open wide at the combined effect of her language and the building orgasm in his loins. Alexis pounds herself down hard and fast on him, feeling a wave of intensity building down in her toes and rapidly rushing upward.

Geoffrey lets out a loud, “I’m cumming!” and Alexis feels his hot seed splash inside her. This coincides with her own climax, and she slams herself down hard on his gushing cock, feeling her pussy clamp hard around it, milking it dry.

The lovers writhe together, panting for breath for several minutes, savoring the sensations their bodies bring to each other. Only as Alexis regains her breath and begins to contemplate what it would take to get Geoffrey ready for another round, does she hear the sound of horses’ hooves coming to a stop outside.

“Is this my escort?” she asks herself, sitting up and trying to steal a look through the window. She is unable to see anything from her vantage point.