Tom Cums in Her Hair

There was the time she wore her silk outfit - short tap pants with a button-up top. She stood swaying between his legs are he sat in his underwear asking for a dance. My camera caught her moving between his legs, and throwing her head back a little. She laughed and claimed lap dances were not her thing. What I missed was what happened as he nuzzled his head under her top, licking at the underside of her breasts. She began to unbutton her top to allow him access to her nipples, something I only noticed as the last button fell free. He turned her so my camera would capture her from the side as he fed himself her breast for his teeth. Her top fell away as she turned and sank into his lap, her ass on his erection as she ground herself into him.

She who said she never understood lap dances was grinding into his cock with abandon, moving her ass from side to side and up and down, her fingers gripping his thighs as she hovered and danced on his lap, feeling his hardness between her cheeks as she rode him. She was humping him hard now, stroking his cock with her buttocks better than any stripper. His hands left streaks on her breasts as he grasped them and pulled her to him. Her mouth hung open, her tongue licking high on her palate as she felt his cock beneath her and his hands gripping her hips to him. She bent forward, granting access to her bottom for his probing hands.

He led her to the bed, face down for now. Licking her thighs as he worked her into her warmth. She arched her back to lift her rump, I don't know what she hoped for, but he responded by flicking his tongue into and around her anus. I now believe that's what she sought, and her gasps at his licking stay with me to this day. He gripped her tightly, and slowly tongued into her ass until she melted into the pillow.

After a return to long massage strokes, he found himself crouched at her head, rubbing her back with some vigor, still wearing his underwear. She reached her hands, over her head, to his crotch, looking to peel off his shorts, but he returned them to her side. This was about her for now. After some time, he stood at the end of the bed and peeled off her thigh high stockings. In an elegant move, he dragged them each across her back and down her naked legs. He turned her onto her back, caressing her breasts softly as she adjusted herself into position. Finally, he hooked his fingers under the top of her tap pants, and tugged them down and off of her. The last of her green silk outfit now lay on the floor and she was once again exposed to our view, her knees gently parted for his enjoyment.

His face lingered close to her belly, and the audio clearly reflected his words as he turned his face to hers: "What a beautiful pussy." She sighed deeply, and he bent to taste her. He was persistent, keeping to his task for long minutes even as she dug her nails into his shoulders. I always respected her orgasms, ceasing my ministrations after her climax. She always told me she only came once and it became irritating if I continued. He did not stop, but continued sucking on her clitoris long after her gasps subsided. She squirmed under him, but said nothing. I don't think she came again, but she did not appear to be irritated by his attention. I later realized she in fact did come again that afternoon - on his cock while it was buried deep inside her.

Years before our adventures, I fantasized as I lie in bed with her, face to face, that she was being fucked from behind as we gazed into each other's eyes and softly kissed. That never happened, but eventually the camera's eye replaced my own in my fantasy as I recorded her being penetrated that afternoon on her side as she gazed into my lens. She smiled at me, then leaned her head back to enjoy his fingers at her core. Years later, as I watched the video, I finally saw the moment she reached down as he was teasing her clitoris and she instead urged his fingers inside of her. The image of her, full length with his hand clutching and leaving red streaks on her breast and his other fingers urged by her urgent hand into her vagina, her small bald slit barely visible, will never leave me.

She lifted her right leg over his hip, exposing her cunt to welcome his hardness. She rubbed the tip of his cock against her with urgency, edging it ever closer to her cunt with each thrust until he finally parted her lips and entered her. While he did thrust into her for some time, he far too quickly rolled onto his back, lifting her - impaled as she was - onto her knees. The video shows her breasts swaying as he pounds her from behind on all fours. I stepped forward to offer myself to her mouth, which she eagerly accepted. I indicated to him that one of her openings was being ignored, and he dutifully placed a thumb into her ass, rhythmically driving it into her, matching the rhythm as our cocks drove into her pussy and mouth.

After a while, she needed a bathroom break. I told her the tape was running out, and needed to go get a new one. What I neglected to tell her was that the tape had not been exhausted. What came next was her behavior when she thought I wouldn't ever see it.

Upon my absence, and in a moment she thought I'd never see, she immediately lifted herself on her left elbow and bent her face to his for a deep kiss. To this day, she doesn't know I saw this moment. His hand drifted to her buttock, gripping her close as she kissed and licked his face and neck. She was in control here, he lay back and her hands run over his chest and abdomen. She avoided his erection, choosing instead to stroke his thighs and belly. He began licking her ear as well, the mutual nuzzling was intense and quiet.

Once I returned with the new tape - I wish I'd delayed more - they returned to the vigor of their intercourse in minutes. She found herself straddling his cock, strumming her fingers over her clitoris at his command as he drove up into her repeatedly. She bounced on him, mouth open, eagerly digging at her clit.

After a while he eased her onto her back to fuck her in the missionary position. The video shows her whispering into his ear, words lost to my video, but unmistakably eager in begging for his cum. Finally, he withdrew and sat back. She beamed in her triumph, and only then saw he was just pausing and adjusting for his final assault. She turned to the camera, her face glowing over her heaving breasts and neatly trimmed pubic mound: "Oh. I thought it died."

Instead he mounted her anew, pulling her shoulders to him as he trapped her under his pounding thrusts. "Now what were you telling me?"

" I said cum on my tits, please."

"Say it again. Louder. LOUDER."

"Please. PLEASE, come on my tits."

He thrust into her deeply, with his cock embedded deeply each time, and finally reared up onto his knees. He peeled off the condom. "Say it again."

Before she could beg again; he jetted his cum onto her tits, her belly, and onto her face. She was covered in his warm cream. Dripping from her ear, her chin, and oozing onto her lower belly, pearls landing dangerously close to the top of her cleft. Dripping onto her closely trimmed landing strip, and tantalizingly close to soaking her engorged clitoris. Her eager tongue, extended, went unrequited as he managed to launch his cum into her hair instead. I wondered after how she would be reminded of this moment during her next shower, feeling his dried cum in her hair, along her torso, and on her cheek.