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Controlling His Coming
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Controlling His Coming She opened her hotel room door and ushered him in. He smiled at her, “I am just going to use the bathroom, o.k.?” By the time he came into the main part of the hotel room, she has pulled down the top sheet, blanket and bedspread and had folded them over the foot of the bed. She had spread two of the hotel’s large bath towels on the center of the queen size bed. She was waiting for him, sitting in the armchair that faced the short hallway which was the room’s entrance. She had divested herself of blouse and skirt, and sat legs slightly apart, arms on the arm rests, head slightly tilted to one side, a confident smile on her face. She knew that he would like what he saw – her curt breasts framed by exquisite black lace, attenuating an athletic body, long toned legs leading down to high red heels, and a trim waist, leading to her butt, well set off by black lace of her thong. He stopped dead, a pleased smile deepening the lines of his eyes and jaw. “Tim, undress for me. Do so in a way that will intrigue me.” There was no mistaking the tone of command in her voice. She gestured to middle of the clear space in the room, just a few feet away from her chair, but far enough in front of her so that it would all be visual, while close enough so that the attraction currents running between them could arch back and forth through the space between them. His shirt came off first, his fingers spreading it out to each side as they opened button after button. He took the time to walk over and lay it carefully on the top of the dresser at the side of the room, giving her a chance to see the lines of his back in motion. He moved back to the spot she had indicated. He slipped his shoes off each foot with his other foot, one by one, kicking each shoe quietly over to the dresser. He bent forward gracefully, twice, each time to pull off one of his socks. He tossed each sock onto its correct shoe. He undid his belt and zipper, letting his slacks fall to the floor. The budge in the front of his jockey shorts signalled his reaction to her and to undressing for her. She put up her hand, stopping him as his thumbs reached into waist band of his jockey shorts. “Oh, I want it off you all right. But the minute it is gone, please lay face down in the center of the towels on the bed. I want to start by putting my hands all over your body, getting to know it.” He nodded, slipped of his shorts, and then took a moment to pick up his slacks. He carefully laid slacks and shorts on top of his shirt on the dresser. Then looking at her till the last possible moment, he walked over to the bed and laid down as he had been instructed. He wiggled his butt back and forth for a few moments, dealing with the problem created by the stiffness of his swollen cock. Finally, he reached down and pushed it up and to one side beneath his belly. She felt the first electric stirring of desire to have him in her deep within her groin. She grinned, knowing that the first drippings of her inner fluids would be dampening the lace of her thong. She stood up, bent over and picked up the jar she had placed beside her chair before he came into the room. “This is organic coconut oil. I use it because my body loves it. I never had any bad reactions to it, even when I use it as a lube and when it gets up inside me. It is a skin loving way to smooth a massage. Do you any issues if I use it on you?” A muffled no accompanied the slight negative shaking of his head. She took a moment to look at the lines of his body, laid out before her, a prime male to be pleasured in ways that she longed to perform. Rachel would approve. “I am going to massage your neck, shoulders, back and butt. I want my hands and eyes to get to know your body and its responses to my touch. Let me know if anything I do is uncomfortable for you.” A muffled, “ok”. She got up on the bed on her knees, and then swung her leg up over, straddling his butt. She took of the top of the jar and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. She placed the jar beside him on the bed, within easy reach. Placing a bit of the solid white coconut oil into the palm of her left hand, she rubbed her hands together, the heat of her motion turning the white substance into a warm oil. As she did so, she sank down gently so that the cheeks of her ass rested lightly on the curved lines of his butt. She started by stroking and working the muscles in the back and sides of his neck. She wanted to tantalize and to intrigue. Her goal was sensual now. The sexual would come later on. She moved down to his shoulders. When her fingers found a knot in his muscles, she placed a palm on it, and then shifting her body slightly forward so that her body’s upper weight rested on the knot through her am, she willed releasing energy down through her arm into the knot. After doing this a few times, she realized that the feel of her bra on her skin bothered her. She leaned back, putting weight on his butt and reached behind her to undo its clasp. Leaning forward, she let her breasts swing free, and bent down to brush them against his back, as she reached up to placed the discarded bra on the bed above his head. She stayed that way until she was sure he could feel the hard pressure of her nipples in the center of her breasts on his back. Then, she swayed up slowly and resumed her massage of his back. She worked down steadily, shifting her body down his, pulling the jar down with her as her hands moved from shoulders to upper back to lower back to butt. Her strokes were long and full. Whenever she found a knot in his muscles, she repeated what she had been doing – palm on, body weight on, and then energy to release it willed down her arm. But now, each time she did this, she ended it by swaying her body down, placing her breasts and belly against him, arms at his side supporting her weight, then slowly letting them relax until she was resting her body’s weight against his. Then, after a minute or so, she would sway up again and resume her massage. She could feel him getting more and more relaxed. By the time she had shifted her body down to his ankles, she was working on his butt. She was careful to put no pressure on his legs and feet, since she wanted him to stay in the somnolent relaxed state created by her massage. The big muscles of his butt moved soft and yielding under her hands. Now it was time to stir things up. Taking a little more coconut oil out of the jar, she carefully lubricated all of the fingers of her right hand. Then she reached into the crack of his ass with her middle finger and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the tip of it down from the top of his crack to his anus. She rested her finger on it for a moment, pushing slightly against its wrinkled skin, watching his reaction. Then she turned her finger over, rubbing it against the palm, refreshing its coating of oil. She slid her fingers down further, stroking the skin between his arsehole and the beginning of his balls. The muscles of his back, neck and shoulders tightened slowly in response. She swung her leg up and off him and stood up beside the bed. “Turn over, legs slightly apart, arms by your side.” By the time he had turned over, she had slipped off her thong. As she took it off, she had felt how its bottom strap was soaked with her inner flow. She came back onto the bed, sitting on her haunches on one side of him, her knees one each above and below the level of his upright penis. Looking directly into his eyes, she picked up and warmed up a new dab of the coconut oil on her hands. Then she placed one hand on the shaft of his cock, and with the other cupped his balls. “Oh, I love how you are erect for me. It is making me tingle inside. If I let you reach over between my legs, you could feel how my insides are damp with flowing for you.” As she ran one hand up and down his shaft, the other massaged his balls. There was enough warmed up oil on her hands that she could touch and flow and tug and pull without putting any pressure on, with no real friction between hand and cock skin at all. Holding his balls, she reached up with her penis hand and ran her thumb nail gently back and forth along the slightly protruding roll that separated penis tip from shaft. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his neck arch in response, and the whites of his eyes roll back until both his eyes slowly closed. “Oh, just feel that, Tim, feel that, and let your energy flow.” She saw the first drops of pre-cum squeezing out of his penis tip. She slowed the movement of her penis hand, and released her other hand from his balls. She reached over to the night table beside the bed, tore open the foil packet and then deftly rolled the condom she extracted onto his stiff, accepting penis. Then she shifted her body, swinging one leg up and over, and then sinking her bottom down as faced him, ending up with her ass checks just resting on this hips and her penis hand holding his erection softly against her belly. She swayed her body forward till her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she could place her lips against his. She whispered, “time to come inside me” into his opening mouth. In one smooth move, she arched her body up and placed the tip of his pulsing penis just inside the opening of her vagina. Then reaching over, she placed the fingers of each hand around his nipples. she slowly tightened them, moving from finger tip to nails, until she held each nipple tightly between her nails. She timed this with her slow sinking down on his penis. When she was done, she had his penis held in the muscles of her core and his nipples held in the nails of each hand. She threw her head back and just stayed still for a short while. Then she started to ripple her inner muscles, pulsating them against his penis. He started in surprise. Her intercourse dance had begun. She moved up and down on his shaft. Each time he was again fully enclosed within her, she pulsated her inner muscles against his penis before she slowly rose up again. As she did so, she slacked off and increased the pressure of her nails against nipples, so that they were held hard in her nails when he was fully inside her, and soft in her finger tips at the top of her body’s upward stroke. She felt his penis swell enough more within her in response. He was moaning and groaning steadily louder as she moved up and down. Then he started twisting his head from side to side. She could feel his legs arching up beneath her body’s weight, from his ankles up into his butt. She adjusted her balance accordingly. And then, as she sank down onto him, she could see him explode and feel it within her. She arched her head back and clamped down hard on his penis with her inner muscles. She felt pulse after pulse within her, shifting her into a sense of ever after, leaving her feeling like this would never end. When he finally completed his ejaculation and collapsed between her, she sank down gently so that she could hold his penis within her without putting any weight on his belly and hips. She stayed there for the time it took for his penis to shrink and slowly pull out of her. When he was fully withdrawn, she rolled down on her side and put her upper arm over him. She could feel him fall asleep, totally peaceful and trusting. She closed her eyes and joined him. 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