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active duty ready to go to battle. This would be a battle I didn’t
mind losing, I just wanted to make sure the victory wasn’t too
easy, I was prepared to go several rounds with him. I was startled
out of my daydream by what felt like molten lava brewing between my
legs. In one action Mark had pushed me against the wall and was on
his knees. “Uh what are you doing to me?” I could barely get the
words out. Mark looked up at me laughing coyly and said “Vanessa if
you don’t know what I’m doing then I’ll be teaching you an awful
lot tonight. I just hope your heart can handle it.” I simply
replied “Yes Sir”. Mark had managed to get down between my legs
while holding both my hips as I stood over him. His head was tilted
up like he was going to try to catch something. This angle made his
mouth line up perfectly with my crotch as he looked up. Worse yet,
he pushed me back towards the wall and using his hands he pulled my
lower half onto his face. I was losing my mind, I couldn’t even
catch my breath “Mark, Mark ooohhhh Mark!” Moaning was all I could
do at this point since I couldn’t think long enough to form any
kind of sentence.
    This situation was actually hitting all my
needs it was satisfying the inner voyeur in me since I felt someone
could walk by the open window any moment and see us. Secondly, Mark
was some kind of venicunnilingist who could make She (that’s what I
call my wonderful little mound) stop being so shy and open up fully
to him. Last but certainly not least the way Mark was positioned in
relation to She made sure that there was constant pressure which
just pushed me over and over the edge again and again. She was
loving it, no one had ever truly made her go crazy like this from
oral sex. I exploded multiple times before Mark decided to come up
for air in fact his tongue had found my little woman in the boat
and convinced her to come out and play awhile. Mark was turned on
by this himself since he couldn’t believe the response he was
generating in my body. “Vanessa, I’ve been counting and you’ve
already come 3 times, is that normal for you?” Now what do I say to
that? I am multi-orgasmic when it’s good to me but Mark doesn’t
want to hear that he wants the credit for himself. “No in fact,
it’s usually very hard for me to have a real orgasm through oral
sex.” Mark just laughed “Not anymore, I will make sure of
that”.
    When Mark went to stand up this time I
started to bend down but Mark stopped me and just started kissing
me while pressing me hard against the wall. Since he still had his
hands around my hips he just lifted one of my legs up and went
inside of me. I was sooo excited I was shaking as he delved deeper
inside of me. Mark started slowly saying he didn’t want to hurt me
in that position and was I ok. I answered him by grabbing the edge
of the wall where it curved so that I could get better balance then
I started throwing it back to him as hard as I possibly could. All
caution went out the window, we were like two animals afraid that
if his penis came out everything would end yet at the same time
desperate to get all that each of us had to give. Once I had cum
again Mark pressed as close as he possibly could into me and gave
me two more grinding thrusts before releasing a low animal-like
moan. As we fell to the floor Mark stared at my face and told me he
loved me and he thinks he always had. Being the nympho I was once
we were on the floor I immediately tried to return Mark’s oral
favor. Besides his penis was gorgeous as if he had custom ordered
it himself. Mark immediately stopped me before I could pop that
cute little head into my mouth and although I questioned why it
wasn’t worth discussing it in this moment.
    I didn’t know how to act, I finally had what
I wanted most, a good relationship with a man that I loved and with
whom I shared intense sexual passion. The other three relationships
were always missing something, but now I had it all.