�I want to taste every inch of you�, I lasciviously warned as I began sliding down across his body. My wet lips found the slightly hairy chest and the small pink nipples. My tongue moistly encircled the left nipple � then the right. First, I gently sucked at it. Soon the sucking became hard and forceful. Robert squirmed and writhed in masochistic pleasure as my practiced tongue drove him mad with erotic enthrallment. My mouth and tongue traveled back and forth between the nipples, licking, sucking, nibbling. The nibbling soon turned to little viselike bites. Robert reached down to pull my head away. But my teeth remained firmly affixed to the nipple. When sensing that he could endure the pain no longer, I would release.
�What the hell was��.!�, he began, completely startled. But before he could finish, my seductive eyes locked with his. All of a sudden, what he imagined to be wretched pain soon realized as being delightful, almost unendurable, pleasure. Softly, I smiled up at him as he began smoothing and massaging the sensitive nipples with a gentle hand.
I continued my thirsty journey down to his navel. Again I kissed, licked, nibbled, sucked and washed-out the tasty, sensitive cavern with my tongue. While doing so, my mind became inebriated with the pungent aroma of Robert�s hairy, perspiring genitals. I grew more and more elated that my hungry lips would soon lay hold of those �prizes� � the taste of a married man�s cock, balls and asshole � with the most treasured �prize� being a great big healthy helping of the married man�s spunk shooting into my mouth and down my greedy throat.
Hearing his moans and groans grow deeper and more pleasured, I deftly slipped down and brought my watering mouth to the great bush of pubic hair. Robert spread his legs wide and began humping his sweating body into my neck and face. I knew that he was close to erupting. But I wanted to stimulate, tantalize and hotly agitate the balls and penis to such a degree that when the orgasm came, it would give him a spectacularly spiritual explosion. Roughly I massaged the base of the cock and balls with my hands while I licked at, and kissed on, the oozing head. Then I would suck and suck furiously on the fleshy head until I sensed that he was about to come, then I would rise up off. Robert would effort to follow my departing mouth by humping his ass up off the couch towards it. But I would start slapping the cock back and forth saying: �Bad boy! Bad boy� Three times I did this. With each time, Robert growing more and more heatedly poised for a sperm blast. Crazily, he writhed, twisted and contorted there on the couch, waiting, hoping and groaning for me to give him mind-blasting release.
Following the third tease, I threw his legs over his head and buried my face into the sweaty hairy oven between his hard ass cheeks. Like a maniac, he screamed in loud appreciation as I fervently tongued that boiling, virgin, man-ass. But I could take my lustful cravings and antics no longer. As the odor and taste of Robert�s genitals and asshole made me mindlessly drunk with sex, I began to ejaculate wildly and copiously.
While I hungrily dined on that hot, pungent, hairy feast, I robustly moaned and groaned as I inundated the couch with rapid, excessive squirts of my abundant seed. And as I still spent profusely, I dropped Robert�s legs back down on the couch and engulfed his cock deeply into my throat. Robert bellowed loudly from the heated sudden act and instantly began to pump a year�s worth of thick, mature, married-man ambrosia into my celebrating gullet.
And that was just the beginning of our explorative evening. The store never reopened that evening. Over time, Robert and I constantly found new ways to make each other produce all night long. No, we didn�t live happily ever after. But I will state that Robert Sanderson was never bored again, and it turns out that he was my best customer that summer in more ways than one. Git my drift?
