We were driving through Hollywood around 10 o’clock at night, when Johnny tells me “Turn right on this next street and park behind the building on your left. They make a really good cup of coffee here.”
I did as he said, and only when I stepped inside the shop did I see what kind of store it was. We were in a sex shop called Hustler Hollywood. It was well lit and clean with hardwood floors – the most tastefully done sex shop I’ve ever set foot in. We walked all the way to the back where we ordered our coffee. Also in the back were all kinds of books and magazines that we browsed through while drinking our coffee. And Johnny was right about the coffee, it was really good.
Once we finished our coffee, we wandered through the other parts of the store. There were novelty hats and t-shirts, and off to the side was a section with lingerie and leather, as well as oils, creams, and a variety of goodies to spice up your love life in that sticky kinda way…
We looked around at everything, making jokes about handcuffs and whips (or were they jokes…?). When I was done looking at the leather, I walked over to where he was browsing through the shelves of oils and motion lotions. He grabbed one off the shelf and showed it to me. The bottle said “Midnight Oil” and it was cinnamon flavored. When spreading the oil wherever you were using it, it was supposed to feel warm when you blew on it, or used a stroking motion.
Johnny said, “We’re trying this. Tonight.”
All I said was, “Okay.” Why resist the grin that was as evil as my own?
By the time we got back to his house, I had to pee really bad. When I was finished, I walked down the hall to his room. I barely got all the way inside before he pulled me towards him and kissed me. His tongue probed my mouth and I felt myself responding instantly. His hands moved down past my back to cup my ass cheeks in his hands, and pull me to him while grinding himself against me.
I could feel he was already hard, and just knowing how much I turned him on made my own panties wet with anticipation. We were eager lovers that night, and he wasted no time in getting me naked and onto his bed. He kissed and sucked his way down my neck, stopping at each nipple when he reached my chest, then used his tongue to lick a shiny trail down my belly then to my inner thighs.
As he kissed the inside of my thighs, I could feel his warm breath so close to my pussy. I knew he knew how badly I wanted to feel his tongue all over me, and that he was making me wait. I could feel my juices flowing, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt his tongue lapping at me, tasting how much I wanted him.
I moaned with pleasure, squirming as every stroke of his tongue was like a jolt of electricity flowing through my body. He paused for a second, and I heard the unmistakable click of the flip-top on his newly acquired bottle of Midnight Oil. I could feel the oil as it dripped onto my outer lips. He ran his hand over my pussy to spread the oil a little bit, then blew on it. Wherever there was oil there was sudden warmth – it felt so good. He started playing with me – he’d eat my pussy until I’d come close to cumming, then back off a little a blow on me so I’d feel the warmth. I was going nuts and he knew it. He must have known I couldn’t take it much longer, because he started concentrating on my clit, licking and sucking at it. I got lost in the feeling and suddenly his tongue, my clit, and the smell of cinnamon were all that were real to me at that moment. I came hard, with my hands clenching at his bedspread and using my feet to lift my hips up towards his mouth, not wanting him to stop, and he didn’t. He did slow down a little, and I relaxed my body as he continued to clean me of every bit of cinnamon and pussy juice.
At that point, I couldn’t wait to try the oil on him. Apparently, it wasn’t my turn for a taste test yet, because again I heard the click of the bottle opening and the now familiar dripping of oil onto my already sticky pussy lips. You better believe I wasn’t going to argue with him about it. Again, he devoured my hot little lovebox like he hadn’t had a meal all day. I came again in no time, just as hard and intense as the first one.
He moved up to kiss me, and I could taste sweet, juicy cinnamon pussy on his tongue. When he said, “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock,” I can still distinctly remember the sudden yearning I had to have him in my mouth.
I took the bottle from him and he lay down next to me. Leaning over him, I positioned the bottle above his penis and watched as the clear, sticky red oil drizzled over his head, down the shaft, then to his balls. I stroked him with my hand, spreading the oil all over him. I could feel the warmth from the oil on my hands, and watching him squirm, I knew he felt it too.
My tongue made a trail from base to head, swirling it around the top before wrapping my lips around him and slowly letting him into my mouth. The sweet cinnamon taste of the oil was strong, and it penetrated all my senses as I began to lick and suck on Johnny like a lollipop. He groaned with pleasure as I took him in and out of my mouth, stroking him and making sure that every inch of his hard, sticky rod was coated with the cinnamon-y syrup that I was going to enjoy licking off.
Just as I was beginning to ponder thoughts of cinnamon cum, he pulled me up and kissed me. My pussy was positioned right over his cock and without the slightest bit of hesitation, I lowered myself onto him, impaling my cunt with his stiff and always satisfying cock. We both groaned in satisfaction – me with being full of his cock, him with having the tight sheath of my pussy around him. I started riding him with long, easy strokes, and soon he was pistoning his hips to meet my rhythm. Every time we pulled apart I could feel the stickiness of the oil between our legs. The musky odor of sex juices and cinnamon permeated the air around us, making us even more passionate as we took our fill of each others bodies.
He stopped me so we could change positions. I automatically laid down on the bed, thinking he would be on top, but before I could get comfortable, he grabbed me by the hips and turned me over. The way he moved me was like a command, and it only made me hotter. I felt him entering me from behind, slowly working his way in, and it was torturous. I needed him deep inside me, and he was just teasing, knowing that I wanted to be full of his cock. When he was halfway in, he suddenly plunged the rest of the way into my aching tunnel, making me gasp with the sudden delight of feeling him inside me to the hilt. He used the same long, easy strokes that I had, and could feel his balls warm and soft against me every time he pushed deep into me.
His hands were at my hips, pulling at me for leverage with every jack-hammering thrust. As his strokes became faster, I could feel my orgasm coming to its peak, and my arms buckled when it hit me, making me feel limp like a rag doll…a very satisfied rag doll. Once I came, he pulled out of me. Again he positioned me to his liking. This time he laid me down and moved between my legs. His no-nonsense urgency as he entered me told me he wanted to come. I moved my hips in time with his, meeting his thrusts with a force of my own. My nails raked lightly down his back as he continuously and mercilessly pounded into me with relentless passion.
Suddenly he groaned, “Angel, I’m cumming!” The intensity of his orgasm was almost tangible as I wrapped my legs around him tightly while he grinded and thrust himself into me. After he came, Johnny continued to move in and out of me, and I could feel his cock starting to soften.
“Angel, I want you to make me hard again.” I can’t even begin to describe to you the raging lust I felt at that moment, knowing I was going to taste the mixture of our fluids with the cinnamon oil. When he lay on his back, I immediately took him into my mouth, and could hear the slurping noises I made as I sucked and savored every intermingling flavor. He was hard again in no time at all. He moved to where he was behind me again, and I braced myself as he slammed into me so deep and so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t fly forward and hit my head against the wall.
Johnny’s stamina astounded me. Never before had I experience a lover who could keep up with me, endlessly fucking till we just couldn’t fuck anymore, and having the next day feel like you just ran a marathon – twice! We were both sweating as our bodies moved in rhythm with each other, and his hands were back at my hips making each thrust count. It wasn’t long before I came again, and he followed soon after. As the pleasure waves ebbed and flowed throughout my body, I began to relax and settle. Still on my hands and knees, I heard Johnny settle back and sit down on the bed behind me. I got up onto my knees and leaned back onto him, feeling the heat still emanating from our bodies as we cooled down. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he buried his face in my neck and shoulder, lightly kissing and biting. The intensity between us was fading, and he was my sweet Johnny again, holding me tight. I turned my body towards him, and our lips came together for a gentle, soothing kiss. As our kiss continued, his hand caressed my side. I was surprised when his hand moved between my legs. One of his fingers ran up and down the length of my slit, which was still wet with my juices. Our kiss became more passionate - my knees parting slightly as he dipped his fingers into the honey between my legs. My pussy was sensitive from our very recent sex, so when he began to massage my clit, I came almost instantly, with a soaring that seemed to know no bounds. I was finally and absolutely spent.
I pulled away from our kiss and leaned my head on his shoulder as he cradled me in his arms. We stayed like that for a while, relaxing in the comfort of the silence. I knew he must be getting tired, so I told him to get under his blankets. Once he was settled under the covers, I got dressed and ready to go home. By the time I was finished getting myself together, he was already asleep. I kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered goodnight to my Johnny. I let myself out of his house, stepping out into the cool night air and closed the door quietly behind me.