Mr. Interesting

It was 4:30 p.m. and Mr. Interesting was at his desk working out a few last minute details on the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun when who should enter his laboratory chamber doors but Ms. Lilly Horny, the middle-aged floozy from management. In stark contrast to Mr. Interesting’s faded blue jeans, blue collared shirt and white lab coat Ms. Horny boasted about in 5” platform heels attached to clear fluorescent pink tops, a blousy ruffle (I mean ruffly blouse) cut all the way down past what any woman would consider decent in a fuscia pink to match her shoes and a tight, straight as a pencil skirt that barely covered her round and ample ass.

Generally when Ms. Horny was around it was to formalize new procedures or give Mr. Interesting a head’s up about upcoming project bids or, if she was feeling ultra-generous, she’d even clue him in on any management changes. Today; however, she didn’t look like she wanted to talk business at all – today, she looked like she was the one looking for information.

“Mr. Interesting, how are you this fine and sunshiny day?” she asked.

“Well, Ms. Horny, the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun are nearly completed if you’d like to take that up the food chain” he responded.

“Hmmm….I’m sure they would be interested in that, Mr. Interesting, but I was more inclined to ask about you.”

“Me?”

“Why yes, you. I’ve noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time here at the office and was wondering what your wife thought about it.”

“My wife, I don’t have a wife Ms. Horny.”

“Oh, is that so now, Mr. Interesting. Well, in that case things can get a whole lotta interesting in here.”

Ms. Horny turned on the radio and began swaying her hips as she made her way behind Mr. Interesting’s desk. Wiggling in between the sitting Mr. Interesting and his work, she placed her ample ass on his plans, with one leg placed on each side of his chair so that he could see right up her skirt!

“Oh, my, Ms. Horny – do you really think you should be sitting here, like that?” exclaimed Mr. Interesting.

“Well…um….(sucking her fingers one by one slowly looking for the answer)…why, yes, Mr. Interesting” she answered between licks.

Taking a quick peak between her legs, he noticed she was wearing a tiny, soft white thong with the smallest piece of material holding them together he’d ever seen. And if that wasn’t enough, she slowly leaned forward bending in such a manner that he could very plainly see the barely there bra beneath her low cut blouse.

Now, an ordinary man would not hesitate when such an invitation at debauchery was quite clearly staring him in the face, Mr. Interesting, interestingly enough, was not. Not interested, that is. As a matter of fact, Mr. Interesting was, in fact, apathetic…clearly showing no interest, no concern, no care in just about everything in his life, whether mundane or exciting. This was what clearly enticed Ms. Horny – what a catch he could be, this man who showed no interest named Interesting.

Ms. Horny had been coy with her clues for months now. As a matter of fact, she had her way with just about the entire male staff at the organization…and a few of the women too. But, for some reason the only one she really wanted to give her the time of day was Mr. Interesting…like a diabetic who can’t have that piece of chocolate, that’s how she wanted Mr. Interesting.

Mr. Interesting was about 6’ 1” 200 lbs and you could see his military days in his short, close to the scalp cropped hair. His clothes always smelled of fabric softener and Old Spice, a combination that reminded her of when she was much younger. He remained extremely focused on whatever work task was at hand and Ms. Horny just didn’t seem to be able to subtly turn his attention to her, so it looked like unsubtle would be where that leaves us now.

“Mr. Interesting, how about you put a hand on my tit and we talk about the first thing that pops up?” she said with a wicked smile.

“Um, I don’t think that would be appropriate, Ms. Horny” he quietly replied.

“What do I need to do, order you to touch me?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Okay, let’s see – I’ve fucked every man in this building. I didn’t have any trouble doing it, so how about you take care of me now!”

With that Mr. Interesting became, how should we say…interested. For months he’d seen Ms. Horny wiggle around the office in her power suits that left little to the imagination, high heels with black fishnet stockings, see through blouses peaking from beneath her jackets…but today she’d left her jacket behind. Her tits were jiggling with every bounce in her step. He’d been spending the last several weeks hiding his hard ons from her and the other staff at their weekly meetings…no way did he know she was interested in him. He’d seen her with dozens of other guys at the office…but today must be his lucky day.

Taking her legs he slid them over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Sweet, wet and warm he licked slowly up and down, he nipped at her clit with his teeth – her breathing was deeper and when he knew she was about to cum she pushed him away.

“No, not yet – I’ve waited for you for so long, I don’t want to cum so quickly.”

She pulled her legs off his shoulders and rolled his chair back; sliding off his desk she pulled at Mr. Interesting’s zipper and exposed his hard cock. Staring into Mr. Interesting’s eyes she squatted down in front of him and began licking his shaft, base to head, head to base over and over until he thought he’d have to jamb his cock in her mouth to get her to take it all – just when he thought that was his only option she put her mouth on him and sucked his entire cock down her throat. The head of his cock was rubbing from the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat – she was deep throating him like he’d only felt a few times in his life before. Most women were a bit afraid of trying this on his thick cock – but obviously not Ms. Horny. She was sucking and pulling, licking and stroking with perfect timing between her warm, wet mouth and her slippery hands.

“Oh, Ms. Horny – you’re a professional at this” he said breathlessly.

Ms. Horny never broke a stroke and just continued sucking and pulling on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed, his dick still in her throat – once, twice, then licked his head until every inch of his cock was cleaned.

Not wanting Ms. Horny to feel unsatisfied, he pulled her off the floor. Pulling her up he put his hands on her ass and leaned into kiss her, she turned her head.

“Mmmm, no kissing on the lips – just sex” she said.

Whatever she wanted. With that he pulled her in towards him and put his mouth on her neck, then her shoulders, slowly moving down to her glorious tits. Finally pulling her blouse and bra back he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, lightly biting and sucking on each one until they were both hard and at attention. His cock was recovering and as she began moving her hands down towards his pants he was already halfway toward hard and ready for round two.

She moved her hands expertly up and down his cock until he was hard and ready. Bending over his desk she pulled her skirt over her ass and said, “fuck me, Mr. Interesting, fuck me hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid his hard cock into her soft, sweet cunt and pumped hard, but as hard as he slammed into her ass, she was pushing back with equal force. The slapping was causing his lights to turn on and off, on and off, damn “The Clapper” he thought as he closed his eyes to the flashing. Ms. Horny’s moans were getting louder and quicker, “I’m cumming” she screamed “I’m cumming!” Mr. Interesting put his index finger on her clit and rubbed it in rhythm to their pumps, he could feel the warm squirts as Ms. Horny came on his cock, wet and slick it was all he needed to release his second load into her.

As he pulled out she put her skirt back down, straightened her blouse and put on her thong.

With not a hair out of place she turned and walked toward the door, turning she said, “Mr. Interesting, you do fine work. Management just wanted to let you know how appreciated you are” as she closed the door behind her.

Mr. Interesting zipped his pants back up, sat down and grabbed a pencil. With no sign of emotion on his face, he finished the project, clapped and locked up for the night.

The Promise

"Really, I don't know about this" I said as I headed toward the car. "I'm truly not attracted to women. I don't understand why you want me to be with another woman -- what would this do for you?"

"I don't know, I just think it would be hot. I think you're sexually repressed and that this would 'relax' you a little bit. You know, it won't be that bad - you wouldn't have to do anything."

There is no freaking way, I thought as I closed the door on my sleek, sexy car. Sliding it into first gear I couldn't imagine what he was thinking. I didn't even like women as friends, why would I ever entertain them in my bed. I was just getting used to having a female gynecologist.

"Okay, okay. But you have to find the girl. It's your fantasy, you take care of the details and I'll just make sure to show up on time."

"When? When can you do this? How long will it be?" he asked. I could see the surprise in his eyes that he'd finally gotten me to agree.

"January, after my holiday rush dies down." I had resigned myself to agreeing. If he was going to do the legwork and I just had to show up, how bad could it be? Besides, an orgasm was an orgasm was an orgasm.

The weeks went by and for the most part I had absolved myself of thinking about the promise. Occasionally he would remind me by saying "have you found a girl for us yet?" To which I would reply, "It's your fantasy, you find her."

"We need to go out. We need to find a club or a dance joint. One look at your ass and you'll have women crawling all over you."

I doubted it.

Unexpectedly I had the opportunity to close early one evening in the early spring and we decided to head to DC and have some fun. It had been so long since I had the opportunity to even go out that I ran by the house and showered and changed out of my normal jeans and t-shirt uniform. By the look in his eyes when he arrived, I'm glad I did.

A short, black skirt with a white button up oxford, unbuttoned to my navel to show my bright red Victoria's Secret push up bra, and a matching pair of bright red FMPs to cradle my arches. With just a bit of mousse to sweep my hair off my face, lots of very black mascara and eyeliner to showcase my baby blues; I could see this would be an eventful evening.

We joked and laughed like old times while driving into town, lazily looking for parking in the thin, dirty streets - like looking for a needle in a haystack. Secrets had just recently moved and the new location was jumping. I loved to dance, and this was definitely the club for dancing. What I didn't remember is that it was also a gay club; at least I didn't remember it until the women began looking at me like he was when he arrived at the house.

Well, two margaritas and I'd be relaxed enough to do just about anything, so I gathered my courage and headed to the bar. "Perfect margarita on the rocks, please." The bartender handed me the salt rimmed drink, I took a sip to find it perfect, as ordered, so we headed to find a table.

Setting our drinks down on what appeared to be an empty table we were surprised when a group of three women came over and said that the table was theirs. They said that they didn't mind if we stayed, so we did. One of them was a short redhead with freckles and glasses, reminded me of Velma from Scooby Doo, another had very short nearly black hair with dark brown eyes. She wasn't wearing any make-up and I could only assume she was "Velma's" partner by her protective arm around her shoulder, as well as the menacing look she shot my way before sitting down. The third woman wasn't obviously gay; tall, long blonde hair, blue eyes -- she had a California girl look to her. Her body was in great shape like she probably worked out, or she was just blessed with good genes. She sat to my left, my boyfriend sitting to my right. I could feel her eyes look me over - I imagined it was to figure out why we would be at a lesbian bar, but she didn't ask.

Boyfriend didn't say much during introductions, but we did find that their respective names were Jackie, Jessica and Ava. All three of them lived in DC and were frequent customers of Secrets, which led me to believe that Ava was also either gay or bi, and didn't seem to be attached to Jackie and Jessica other than friends.

A favorite song came blaring over the speakers near our heads and Ava and I both said "I love this song! Let's dance." She was saying this to me as I was saying it to him.

Innocently he looked at me and said, "You know I don't like to dance. Go dance with Ava, she needs a partner."

"Um, okay." I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking, but what was I thinking? Well, I suppose she's more feminine than I had imagined, but did it really matter anyway? He seemed to think she'd fit the bill, so let's dance and see how the evening goes. If I'm comfortable with her, then why not?

We pushed our way onto the dance floor and found a spot near the middle where we could squeeze in. Closing my eyes I felt the beat of the music, and had begun to feel my inhibitions fall away as the tequila began to relax me. Sliding my hips from side to side, elbows at my side and hands swaying in front of me she matched my movements so that we were dancing in unison. After the song was over another one began and we stayed on the dance floor - I had noticed we had begun to attract a bit of attention as other women began moving away from us and watching as we moved to the erotic beats. Thirsty and sweating after the second song, we decided to go back to the table to our order another round of drinks and grab a few napkins to wipe off.

I could see his eyes when we returned, smiling, knowing that we had found what he had come looking for. Ava and I talked into the evening about my work, hers, finding out we had mutual acquaintances in the area and simply getting along. I also found that, like me, she had a love of fast cars and speed. When we started talking about horsepower, carburetors and tension rods my boyfriend knew I was caught, hook, line and sinker.

I needed to take a quick trip to the bathroom and when I returned to the table I saw my boyfriend talking to Ava, her shaking her head in agreement to what he was saying, they stopped talking when I arrived at the table.

"What's up?" I asked, already knowing what was being discussed.

"We were thinking that it's getting close to closing time and we'd like to take this party back home. Jackie and Jess need to work tomorrow so they won't be coming, but Ava said we could go back to her place."

"Oh. Okay." which in 'Natasha' language means, I know what you're up to and while I'm cautious, I think this is fine for now. I'll keep you posted if I change my mind.

He continued, "You're going to ride with Ava and I'll follow." He knew he'd better handle it this way so I wouldn't be able to change my mind on the way...slick bastard.

I was quite inebriated as I headed to our new found friend's car. She was quite beautiful. In my imagination, my lesbian experience was going to be with a very butch woman, someone more like a man than woman. But then again, this was not my fantasy, this was his. We arrived at a newer Jaguar sports car, sleek and black, simply put - something I would love to own.

As we began maneuvering the DC side streets she placed her hand on my knee and slowly slid her hands up and down. At first her touch startled me and while I could tell she felt me pull away, she left her hand on my thigh and continued to pet my smooth, freshly shaved leg. The radio was on loud and she was driving fairly fast, and since I was a bit beyond nervous I didn't say much and she didn't seem to mind.

Within a few minutes we were in front of a DC rowhouse with a garage situated underneath. The rowhouse was typical for the area, brick with bright red shutters, a set of about five or so stairs leading to a quaint front porch that looked very welcoming. The garage door opened and she pulled the Jaguar in and shut the door. I saw the lights behind us letting me know that the boyfriend was still close by.

We went into the house and Ava let the boyfriend in the front door.

"Can I get either of you something to drink? she asked while turning her stereo on.

I was already feeling pretty good and figured why not. I leaned back onto her olive green sofa, pillows tossed behind my head. Boyfriend sat on a chair facing the bar where Ava poured him an ice water. Ava tasted my drink as she brought it over to me saying "Um, tastes perfect to me, tell me if it's okay with you." As I began to drink from the glass she sat next to me and began running her hands up my thigh, under my short skirt. I could feel my heart begin to pound harder, but trying to not make a big deal out of the situation I ignored her and continued to take a drink, a very large one.

I put my glass down and placed my hands over hers and pulled them further up my skirt, then over my skirt and under my shirt. The boyfriend didn't make a move. He could have been watching a porn movie by the look on his face. Ava unbuttoned one button, then another on my shirt opening it slowly with her fingers, exposing my blood red bra. Placing her hands on either side of my chest she leaned forward, head between -- and begins to slid her tongue into the crease of flesh between them. Slowly she pulls one side down and begins to lick circles around my nipple, then moves to the other side. I should be moving...I should move away...I want to pull back, but I can't. My chest heaving, my clit pounding, I don't want her to stop. I want her to change her focus to the pulsating flesh between my legs. I want her to pull my skirt up, over my hips - I want her to touch me...I want her to touch me right...there.

My eyes are closed as I slide into the turned on place I can't turn back from. She looks into my eyes and says quietly, "Is this okay? Are you alright?" I moan softly and adjust my body so that my legs are on the couch, one over the back of the pillows, my foot touching the floor, my shoes kicked to the side. Her hands find their way between my legs, as she pulls her fingers over the silky material I feel as if one stroke will take me over the edge.

Suddenly I feel lips on mine, I slowly open my eyes and see my boyfriend's face. His hands have taken over where hers left off, one breast, then the other. Ava has moved lower and is sliding both hands up and down my thighs while breathing her hot breath through my panties. He slides his hands down and pulls the underwear to the side exposing my moist, pink, throbbing pussy. I hold onto both of Ava's wrists, pulling her forward until her face rests just below my mound. Smiling up at me she bows her head and begins slowly licking my clit, circling the throbbing nub with her hot tongue. My moaning increases as she takes me into her mouth, sucking me while her tongue finds its way into my pussy walls.

I remember that my boyfriend is still working on my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers in unison with her sucks and reach between his legs to find him hard and moist with precum, his pants pushed down to his knees as he's crouched on the floor. I pull him towards me and begin to suck on him as she tongue fucks me. Tightening the walls of my pelvic area I begin to orgasm, squirting my cum into Ava's mouth, bucking my hips I lose complete control and spasm several times before pushing both of them away.

"Oh, my God. That was incredible!" I said as I pushed myself back up on the couch. I could see Ava looking over at the boyfriend and his very hard and ready cock and told her, "He's yours for a few minutes. Do what you want."

She replied, "Sure you don't mind? I don't want to keep you from anything - I don't mind watching."

"No, he can go for hours - he's always been a little too much for me. Go ahead and have some fun while I rest for round two."

Leaning over she pulled his dick with her pussy cum wet hands and then leaned down and began circling his balls with her tongue. Her tongue was magic, I could see his eyes begin to roll back, closing as he groaned and pushed his hand into my thigh. Wanting to elevate his pleasure I put my hand between his legs and began running my fingers over his ass from his back, sliding them lightly to his saliva covered balls. Ava's lips were making a ring around the tip of his cock, her hands sliding up and down, then looking into my eyes she slid his dick down her throat until her nose touched below his belly button, and then back out again. I could see his breath quicken, could feel his muscles tighten when suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at me. He gently pushed Ava back, stood and took my hand.

Pulling me up, the three of us walked over to the bar. He turned me around and told me to hold onto the edge. Now behind me I felt his hands roaming from my wet cunt to my ass, lubricating my hole as he stroked back and forth. Ava slid in front of me with her back to the bar and began kissing my neck, sliding her hands around my breasts, pinching at my nipples as he pushed his throbbing cock into my tight hole. Ava drifted down my stomach until her tongue once again began teasing my clit. I held my lips open so that she had access to every part of my flesh as he was pumping behind me. I was so wet the moisture from between my legs began dripping onto my thighs. Ava pushed her fingers up my inner thigh, through the slippery nectar and began finger fucking me. My boyfriend's hands were alternately stroking my sides, then my tits, then pinching my nipples while he pushed and pulled himself in and out of me, while Ava's fingers worked their magic in unison with her mouth, her hot tongue sliding from my clit, around her fingers to his balls as they slapped against her chin. My pleasure was coming from so many places, I didn't know if it was his extra hard cock in my ass with her fingers double pumping me as I'd never been pumped before, or her tongue expertly circling while sucking my clit, a second wave of orgasms hit me. Behind me I felt him tighten and cry out, "oh, fuck!" as he exploded inside me.

The Last One He Wrote for Me

It has been a long day. I knew he would be waiting for me at home when I arrived, but that didn't stop me from being extremely frustrated that I couldn’t get anyone to cover the studio.

He practically had to put me in my car this morning to make me leave the house. It was unbelievable that I had managed to vacate the other household members for the weekend and finally, after months, then the last eight hours that seemed even longer... I was going to walk through my front door and into my new lover's arms. Pulling onto the road I lived on, my heart was pounding through my chest. I dropped into second as I made the left onto my road, six police officers lived on my short street so I didn’t dare speed, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t wishing I could. Climbing out of the car with my laptop and purse, I was anxious to get inside.

As I walked through the open front door, I found him in the kitchen wearing black shorts and dog tags. Hmmm, easy access I thought as I took the last two steps towards his back and playfully placed both hands firmly on his ass. He turned his head toward me and smiling he swatted me away. His eyes melted my heart, long before they looked into mine.

Catching my wrist he turned and placed his hands over my head and pushes me back towards the fridge. He placed firm, passionate kisses on my lips as he pressed his body against mine. As he slipped his tongue between my lips I began to grind into his pelvis. I could feel that his pleasure through his shorts. I need my hands back, I want to slide down on my knees right here on my kitchen floor to take care of him, but he has a different idea. Picking me up he cradles my body to his chest while continuing to kiss me with his lips and tongue. My arms fall softly behind his neck, my hands, soft and warm, slide from the base of his neck into his short, soft hair.

Gently he carries me into the dark sunroom – the television plays softly in the background, I can barely hear it as I am lost in the face of my lover. He hasn’t spoken a word since I walked through the door, and I don’t know if I can speak with my lips being devoured by his with every breath.

He puts me down in a large arm chair and slides around so that I’m between his legs. My ass slid into him as close as I can get, wishing I could push myself into his skin. He holds me tight into his warm, hard body. I can feel his erection pushing into my back; ummm, the things I know are coming from him make me so wet I can feel the cotton soaking through in the black lace panties I picked this morning, just for this moment.

I wiggle into his hardness trying to give him the hint that I'm ready, but he doesn't take it. I know he’s teasing me. Instead of pressing back, he sits me up and spins me away from him. I lean back toward him and he hands me the remote. As I begin surfing through the channels, he starts to give me a deep massage starting at my shoulders and neck...slowly he works out the kinks of the day. At every knot he stops and kisses me softly before and after rubbing the tenseness from my muscles. His hands worked like magic across my body. Slowly moving his way down, he worked his way to my lower back and hips. Moans escape my lips as he finds my spot.

Knowing that I’m getting wetter by the second, he smoothly runs his hands up my sides making sure to graze the sensitive skin on my breast. Sliding my shirt up on the way, he throws it on the floor and unclasps my bra with one hand. The other hand goes across my chest, gently pulling me back against his body. The heat from his skin erases the chill of my nakedness and I find myself melting into him. He starts massaging my chest. Wrapping his arms underneath mine and hugging me tightly to his body I can feel his strong arms holding me with the love and tenderness that no other man has shown me in a very long time. His rough, leathery hands softened to silk as they traced the outline of my collarbone where he begins to massage the front of my bare shoulders. Turning his head toward me, breathing heavily into my ear, his full lips barely kiss at my neck.

My breathing, labored and short, I was willing to give him anything he desired. Sucking my earlobe into his lips, his hands moved southward, caressing my breasts then down across my belly. Slowly he begins to rub his hands over my tight jeans sending shivers through my body. Oh, how I crave him, how I want to have him closer. He can feel my desire burning through my entire body, sees it burning in my eyes.

Slowly undoing my jeans, I lift myself up so he can slide my jeans down. He whispers something about my ‘long, beautiful, smooth legs.’ As I sit back down I am reminded of how hard he is as I press myself back into his thick cock. Now I was only two layers away. His hands go immediately back to that hot, wet spot between my thighs. He can feel how slick my panties are, the air around his hand had a certain thickness about it. My moans become louder as he increases the pressure just slightly. Moving his fingers in a clockwise position I begin to move my hips in the opposite direction. Holding his arm around my chest, pulling to his body, alternating between breathing in my ear to licking and suckling on my earlobe then to kissing my neck,and then back to breathing heavily in my ear.

My frustration was so intense that I placed my hand on top of his and guided him inside my panties until his fingertip brushed against my clit sending shivers down my spine. He slid his middle finger down slowly then up my lips until my clit was harder than before. Dipping He dipped his finger into my opening and used my nectar to slide back up lubricating every fold. Repeating this several times without going deeper than the tip of his finger or applying any deep pressure to me, I thought I would have to demand to be taken care of. Just as I opened my mouth to say so, I felt his hand on my cheek turning my face to his.

Kissing me deeply his tongue slides over mine in warm wet kisses, at the same time I feel his fingers plunge into my body sending bolts of electricity up and down simultaneously. I throw my leg over the armrest to give him more room to get deeper inside and start to slide from his grip. Increasing the pressure between his legs and holding me tightly he lifts me back toward him, not once parting his lips from mine.

As he places his palm down I instinctively begin to grind my pelvis into his hand. The overwhelming stimulation from his hands, his fingers and his lips is sends me into an orgasm I can’t control. I can feel the tension building in my body, my hips begin to quiver. I stop kissing him to let out my moans of ecstacy throughout the house. Feeling my climax he applies more pressure and whispers my ear, “Good girl. Come for me, Baby." My entire body begins to twitch, my moans caught in my throat as climax after climax rips through my body. Bucking and twitching he holds onto me and makes me ride the orgasm out until I beg him to stop from the sensitivity. As he grants my wish I fall against his body, the only thing keeping me from sliding to the floor were his arms holding me tightly in place. Holding me like he would never let me go, I close my eyes and savor the moment, slowly drifting to sleep in my lover’s arms.

(Originally written by him, slightly rewritten by me.)

The Husband Experience

Completely outside of my normal musings (as I seem to have lost my muse), I thought I'd go somewhere completely different today seeing as how this is the stuff that's clogging my brain these days when I'd much rather be thinking about what I'd like to do and have done to me by this gorgeous young cub who visited my place today...oh, my, he had to be about 6'4" 190 lbs...blonde hair, light eyes and didn't seem to mind having a chat with me while he waited for his friend.

He couldn't have been more than 23, 24...hmmmm. While I have these wonderful fantasies and in my mind I would offer him a tour of the building with a look that wouldn't leave him wondering what I was thinking, then when we made it downstairs where it's generally empty during the week he would push me against a wall, grab my ass, look into my eyes and tell me he'd like to know me better, much, much better, instead I let him go out the door with a "thank you, see you again sometime" salutation. Reality sucks.

Anyway, back to my off topic post -- In doing my research I have frequented quite a few escorts and am loving the "girlfriend experience" (GFE) option available to the men. I, on the other hand, want the "husband experience" (abbr. "HE").

Now, the first time I mentioned this the response was, 'why not the "boyfriend experience (BFE)?' At first I actually thought about that -- then I recalled why I wanted the HE. I want someone to fix my basement ceilings where the copper pipes leaked over the winter, for that matter fix the pipes too (they have a temp fix), then how about laying that floor tile in the spare room downstairs so I can move my bedroom down there, and heck - move my furniture to the room, not to mention my cars need to be washed, waxed and detailed inside, outside and under the hood (I love a meticulously kept car), and when he's done with all of that the yard really needs some manly attention -- chain saws, chippers, mulch, firewood, stone accents...planting bushes, etc. He could cook and clean and start my hot shower for me after I get back from the gym, drop off the kids at school and pick them up when they get out...and let's not forget the laundry. Now, as I'm thinking about this HE escort doing all these manly chores for me it's making me hot, so if he throws in a perfectly titillating orgasm or two, I might keep him a bit longer.

Or maybe I just need to find a wife -- I don't know. I'm stuck somewhere between finding a wife or becoming a hotwife. That might be fun too...

My daydreaming about this keeps getting me sidetracked. Anyway, when everything I want done is done (and it will take a while as I've spent the last year plus at work seven days a week, 12-20 hours a day -- meaning my house has been severely neglected), and I have nothing else to bitch about I'd like to get that tall, young drink of water back to my meticulously clean house to show him a great time without worrying about all those things I should be taking care of.

Wonder if this would get many responses on CraigsList? Oh, my - I wonder what it would cost?

The Visitor

It's 8:00 pm, I'm sitting at one of the studio tables wrapping the projects from a birthday party. Insert coupon, put name on tissue paper, wrap so name shows through bag, onto the next piece...when a tall, dark haired guy with a shit eating grin is standing in my doorway. Hey there bad girl, what's happening with you these days? I forget all about the parent who is supposed to be showing up any minute now and jump out of my chair, "OMG, you're here, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" And as the words leave my mouth, I suddenly stop, remembering the emailed words, the fantasies shared - this man knows more about me than anyone. I've shared details that I wouldn't share with my therapist...in the split second these thoughts seize my brain, I receive a bear hug and a kiss on the top of my head, "I couldn't wait any longer and thought I'd just take my chances on showing up. I didn't think you'd let me come if I'd asked."

"You're probably right on that, but I'm glad to see you." I say.

"Well, show me around." you say, with the shit eating grin still on your face.

What is he up to? My nerves are so tense - I can feel them just wanting to jump out of my skin. What if one of my regulars walks in, there's no way I can hide what I feel. My face will show it all...it always does. That's why I don't lie -- God gave me the face of honesty. If you don't want the truth, please don't ask me -- ask someone else.

"Well, here's the studio. My office is back here behind that door, the clean up area is here and there's a bathroom right there. Then there's the downstairs this way.' We walk down the stairs and I show you the employee area, storage area and utility areas - not to mention the large party room with its stark white tables and black and white chairs. I was expecting you to do something down here, you'd written about it and I was just thinking, or maybe hoping...

"What's that out there" you asked, pointing to the building behind the parking area "is that yours too?"

"Yeah, that's just a storage area. I've tried renting it out, but no one seems to be interested. I store things I need to get rid of back there."

"Well, let's see it."

"Umm, sure, okay.

Unlocking the door you stop me as I try to turn on the lights. "We don't need those" you say. You put your hands on my shoulders turning me around, "let's feel our way around." You bend your head down towards mine and we kiss a deep, wet, throaty kiss. Your hands have moved from my shoulders to my hips, then around to my ass. My hands have discovered the flesh under your t-shirt and are exploring your chest and stomach, reaching cautiously to your pants. You don't stop me. My hands continue to unbutton your jeans, my lips finding their way to your ear, whispering to you that I don't want to wait any longer, I've been wet for you for months, now that you are here I don't need foreplay I need satisfaction.

I push you gently down onto a pile of boxes and pull your pants to your knees. I take my jeans and t-shirt off and throw my leg over your chest placing my wet pussy just above your mouth while my lips attach themselves to the hard throbbing cock in front of mine. I use my hand to stroke your shaft up and down, harder and harder in turn with my sucking you in and out. Licking and sucking, teasing and softly biting it only takes a few minutes for us both to cum.

I try to get up, but you won’t allow me to. You are nowhere near finished with me. You reach around your body and grab my ass, “sexy ass” you say, and pull me gently down onto your mouth again. Your tongue is darting around my clit then pushes deep inside the pink of my wet pussy. You lick my pussy from top to bottom making sure that you surprise me by slipping your tongue inside all the way, then you go back to teasing my clit. “Mmmmmmm, you taste so good baby, cum for me right now, cum all over me.” That’s all it takes, just a little enticement and I am gushing all over your face again. You lick every last drop from me and then turn me around.

You place me where you were laying and take my hand. You move my hand down between our legs placing it on your cock where I stroke back and forth slowly. As you inch your way closer to my body, I start to rub you up and down my wet pussy, rubbing your head inside to catch my moisture then continuing upwards to play with my clit, using you for my own personal, live dildo.

Without warning you thrust your cock inside me, you can feel my hot wetness through your body. You hear me moan and feel me shudder with you deep inside. You squeeze my knees together and wrap my arms around them; you drive your cock into me harder and faster. My moans have increased to screams, cum for me baby, please cum hard for me – I want you to come all over me. As you pull your cock from my warm, wet pussy I grab it with my hands, the moisture from us both is more than enough to keep my hands sliding up and down your hard shaft as you cum all over my stomach and chest with just a drop hitting my lips that I slowly, deliberately wait for you to see as I slide my tongue over my lips and catch your cum on the tip, taking it into my mouth to swallow.

Three's Never A Crowd

Finally, a vacation weekend in Atlantic City and I’m heading out with John to the clubs. I’ve been dying to go out dancing for months needing to get rid of a bit of stress, and other than fucking, it’s my favorite exercise. Wearing a short white skirt that barely covers my round, soft ass, a tight turtleneck sweater and a pair of black leather boots that go just over the knee I can feel the eyes on me as I walk into the Club, but I don’t care – all I want is to dance.

It’s a club that plays 80’s rock, a bit of rap and tracked pop – it’s a night that I’m guaranteed not to get off the dance floor. This club is a bit hipper than some of the others I’ve been to, every 20 feet or so there’s a platform with a stripper’s pole. After dancing on the floor for a few songs one of the bouncer’s picks me up and places me on the center platform. Using the pole as my new dance partner I begin gyrating around the pole, right hand sliding up and down with my hips swaying deeply to the left, then the right, bending my knees and turning my hips back and forth to the sexy rhythm of “Tell Me Something Good” by Rufus and Chaka Khan …the tequila and lime has made me a bit more relaxed and I turn and put my back against the pole, sliding up and down I’ve got my hands pushing my shirt up from my stomach up to my chest, grabbing both tits and pushing them together while my tongue licks the gloss off my lips.

I forget that the crowd is there and continue dancing my sensual dance facing John and watching for his reaction. I know the reaction I’m hoping for as I can feel my pulse between my legs, the wetness of what I want to come. I can see the pleasure in his eyes. He’s watching guys half my age stop dancing with their dates to watch my platform; he can see the lust in their eyes. He’s also noticed a woman or two lick their lips, exactly what he was hoping for this evening – but will one of them want to go back to our hotel room?

I continue dancing on the platform, pole sliding between my legs now, one leg straight up, arms stretched out with my back arched, back of my head swinging towards the floor, a woman is not going to satisfy what I want tonight. Grabbing the pole up high with both hands, I pull my knees to my chest and exposing my wet, white panties to the crowd. A tall, dark haired guy in his early 20s jumps onto the platform. Holding my knees up to my chest he pushes his pelvic area into mine, swaying to the chorus

Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me
Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah

I can feel his hard cock through his jeans, making me even hotter and wetter. Sweat is rolling down between my breasts, down my back. The dance floor is crowded and hot. The song ends and I jump off the platform to have a drink with John. The young man follows me back my seat and John invites him to sit down and asks him what he’ll have. “The same thing the lady is having – because it must be good.” John orders a round of tequila shots, then another. John asked, “Who are you here with?”

“Oh, just a few friends, we came down from NY for the weekend to gamble and see what the ladies were up to.”

“Well, I think it’s about time we get back to our hotel room – I can see someone needs some attention that wouldn’t be legal to give her here. Would you be interested in joining us?”

“Are you serious? Damn, man – I thought you’d be mad for dancing with her, not ask me back to your place. What’s the plan?”

“We’ll let her tell us what the plan is. Let’s get one more round and then we’ll head back to the hotel, it’s just up the street. Is this okay with you sweetheart? Do you mind if we bring him back to the room?”

Rubbing John’s hard cock through his jeans, I look over at the young man and recall the bulge in his jeans from our dance. “Sure, I think he’d be perfect for what I have in mind. And don’t worry – John’s straight – you’re going to be all mine,” I said dropping my eyes to this young stud’s newly formed bulge. Covered, his cock looked thick and large, but I wouldn’t be able to know for sure until we got back to our room. I definitely intended on finding out, and finding out soon. I was so wet, all I wanted to do was go back to our room and get sucked and fucked, and this guy looked like he would willingly fill my needs.

All three of us walked back to the hotel room, John slapping my ass several times along the way, “look at that ass! Isn’t that just the most perfect ass you’ve ever seen? Don’t you just want to fuck it?” he asked our new friend.

“I’ll do anything she wants me to do with it, I’ll eat, fuck, suck, lick and kiss that ass and whatever else is close by. Your girl is hot and it would be my pleasure to give her exactly what she wants. If that’s okay with you?”

“This is her night; we had a deal and it looks like you’re guy she wants. You better rock her world.” John gave a wink to the guy to assure him we weren’t dangerous, just horny and willing to try anything to get me off like never before.

“She’s had MFM before, but she was a lot younger, drunker and doesn’t remember a lot of it. I want to make sure she knows what she’s been missing tonight. We are going to make sure she never forgets what it’s like again.”

Back at the hotel room our new friend looks around the hotel room. John turns some of the lights down and walks over to me and pulls off my turtleneck sweater showing my white lace Victoria’s Secret angel bra. It’s slightly stretchy and allows the hardness of my nipples to show through the material. Our new friend immediately comes over and pulls my tits from my bra, pinching one nipple and sucking on the other I let out a deep moan.

I push my hands into the stranger’s pants ecstatic to find that the bulge I saw earlier was exactly what I had hoped for, large, thick and harder than my favorite dildo and so hot I needed to get a good suck on that cock. Grabbing John’s cock in one hand, the stranger’s in the other I began pulling both of them to get them harder and harder, I wanted cock and I wanted it now. John pulled my skirt up over my ass and began pumping his cock into me, slowly, deliberately while I sucked on our new friend’s cock, sliding my tongue back and forth over his thickness. He was cleanly shaven making deep throating his cock easy and from the look on his face and his increasing hardness, absolutely blowing his mind.

John went over to the bed and motioned for me to lie down. He grabbed a bottle of oil and began rubbing the oil over my body, from my shoulders to my toes. Our friend held his hand out for a pour and began smoothing the oil from my wet pussy to my ass, spending a very nice amount of time fingering my ass and relaxing my anal muscles. Begging for someone to please pump me, John lay on the bed on his back and motioned for me to get on top of him facing our new friend.

John grabbed me by my ass and held me upward while he slipped his hard cock into my ass, sliding back and forth, as I leaned back our new friend, needing no instruction, began sliding his tongue across my pussy, sucking my clit in between his teeth in rhythm with John’s pumping.

As my moans increased to tiny screams John asked the stranger if he’d like to switch places, he did. My eyes widened as the strangers cock was wider and thicker than I was used to and I wasn’t into pain.

John got up and began sucking my clit, teasing and licking, he was making me forget about the pain and focused me on the pleasure I was receiving. Slowly I felt the stranger’s cock slide into my ass, he was so gentle, after he pushed himself all the way in he began slowly pumping my ass while he pulled on my nipples and kissed my neck, John continued sucking my clit until I thought I would come all over his face.

He stopped and stood up, his cock long and erect he pushed himself into my wet, pulsating pussy. Getting fucked in both holes my moans turned into uncontrollable screams, pumping I could feel my wetness as both men slid in and out of me, neither of them touching the other with only my pleasure their concern. John began biting my nipples between his teeth while one of his hands rubbed my clit. Sucking on the strangers fingers I came again and again, neither of my men coming or concerned with coming, just focusing on my pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm I have never felt pleasure as I did that night.

When I could come no more I got on all fours, taking John’s cock in my mouth and the stranger’s cock in my dripping wet pussy, I pulled at John’s cock with two circled fingers and sucked his cock deep in my throat until I felt his hot cum squirt into my mouth. As John lay spent on the bed, I turned and began sucking the stranger’s cock, licking his strange but beautiful cock in my mouth, I stroked his balls and filled my mouth with his hardness, sucking and licking until he shot his load all over my chest and face.

Satiated we fell asleep in the king sized bed only to wake a few hours later and begin where we had left off.

The Pool Room

"Hey gorgeous, we’re heading out tonight. I’ll pick you up at the studio an hour after you close. That should give you plenty of time to get ready” was the only thing he told me when he called earlier in the day. Now, as I’m waiting I’m getting more and more curious. Curious about where my evening will take me and what might be in store for us. Mundane is not in his vocabulary and he keeps me on my toes with his plans. I’d love to know when he has the time to make them all.

I’ve really only known him for six months, six months of many teasing emails, secrets shared, and playing between us. I’m a bit out of his league, according to him. He’s young and I’m afraid that he may have me confused with one of his younger girlfriends. While I love a good time and enjoy a surprise, I really hope he remembers that I’m 25 with 20 years experience and not simply 25.

After six months without, I know he’s ready to burst. So am I. It really makes me wonder why we’re going out at all. I’d much rather we lock ourselves in the house with some fresh fruit and plenty to drink so we can keep up with what we’ve been missing for so long. We can go out tomorrow – let’s stay in tonight…or maybe we could go out next week?

It’s a great, mid-June day – it’s warm with the sun setting in the distance, giving us shades of purple, blue and orange to watch change when we ride. I raided my closet and found a short black skirt that reaches mid-thigh, a little spaghetti strap tank top that shows a little extra cleavage, covered by a white button down men’s dress shirt – sans buttons. My ample breasts are peeking out of the top of my tank as I decide to forego my bra this evening. Underneath the skirt is a white silky thong, he likes white.

The warm breeze surrounds me and my senses are alert to the sound of a motorcycle when I see him gliding around the corner. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a skin tight black wife beater under an open leather jacket. Ummm, as he’s riding closer I can’t help but daydream of his chest and how I want to be pulled into that body with his hands wrapping securely around me. As I try to throw my leg over the back of the bike I realize that my skirt is too tight to allow this so I hike it up so that it barely hugs my smooth, round ass. This time as I throw my leg over I make sure I give a very good view of the thin white material covering my mound.

As we are driving there’s no way to talk, the bike is just too loud. I would love to know where we are going – right now the only acceptable response is a hotel, but no answers are forthcoming as anything more than a hand gesture is not an option.

I so want to squeeze you, to feel your broad shoulders wrap around me and keep me warm. Instead, sitting behind you, I slowly inch my hands down your stomach, trying not to be obvious, but just barely touching you, trying to tease you and make you as frustrated as I am. If I you won’t work with me, I’ll work against you and hopefully get you to pull into the nearest hotel or, hell, you could just pull over right here for all I care.

The exhaust of the bike is torture as it vibrates every time you accelerate. I don’t want to take it anymore, I’ve been waiting for you for so long – I need to touch you just to make sure you know where I stand. I slide my hand down and let you know my intentions this evening.

Your left hand comes off the clutch and driving with one hand you reach down and place it on my bare calf, slowly glancing your way I savor the warm feel of it on my smooth legs. My skin warm to your touch despite the 60 mph wind that is making my nipples stand out strong, pressing through your shirt and jacket.

With my free hand I can feel you growing thick through your jeans, and it’s that thick cock that I crave. Your hand reaches to my knee and continues back to the inside of my thigh. You contort your arm to get the right angle as you slide your fingers under my skirt, ‘so he did take notice’ I think as you apply pressure to my clit through my thong, now wet with my desire for you. You shift into neutral and let the bike cruise pressing me harder with your other hand, then you rev the engine, “Oh my God” I think as I nearly cum from the vibration. You continue to rev the bike, 2,000, 3,000, 4,000 RPMs, I give your prick a good squeeze in my effort to tell you "Fuck me.......NOW!"

Feeling your hard cock ripping through your pants is the last straw, I cum, my fluids leaking through my thong, soaking the thin silk all the way through. Your hand is wet as you pull it back around to your lips and lick your fingers clean one at a time. Seeing this, I can only dream of what I really want your tongue to be doing right now.

He pulls the bike into an old gravel parking lot. It’s a pool hall with a small bar in the back, but it’s closed. He slowly drives the bike around to the back to park when a door opens, held by a gentleman in his mid 50's. "Thanks Pat," he says as he leads me past the door with his hand never leaving the small of my back, "I'll lock up when we're done."

"Anytime," is Pat's only response as he leaves. It looks like we have the place all to ourselves, just me and my familiar stranger. A man who has made you cum so many times before, but who never literally touched me. A man that I’ve thought about while my boyfriend fucked me in every possible position I could think of, just to imagine how it would feel with…with the guy standing in front of me. Now, finally, he's mine. God help this man, he’s going to need it.

He sets up a game of Eight Ball and asks, "Do you prefer your rack tight or loose?" You can only smile at his question. I break. The game begins with casual conversation, how has he been, how have I been, is he settled yet now that he’s back home, how was his flight, typical conversation. Then I realize we have the entire place to ourselves. It’s after normal business hours, the bar, the register, the juke box...everything is here, and as far as I know I’m the only person he knows in the area.

"How’d you pull all this off?" I ask.

"The owner used to live on Long Island. He taught me a lot when I was in high school. If I wasn't working I was at his joint. He’s a nice guy and…this just happened to be convenient. Of course, I’m renting the place and Pat will probably ask some sort of favor, but that’s all right.

I lean down to take a shot. Paying more attention to how far you are bending over to show off my 36” inseam and shapely ass, I miss the short horribly, get up and laugh it off.

“I told you I was horrible."

As I turn around I notice he’s staring straight down. One eyebrow raised and his mouth half open.

"What?" you ask.

“Sorry, I got – um, distracted,” he replied “I thought I saw something glowing in the black light."

"My shirt?" I replied.

"Not quite."

That was when I remembered what I put on under my skirt. Until now I hadn't thought about it at all. I had forgotten that black lights make all things white glow blue. I smiled, my skirt must be shorter than I had realized. He takes his shot and sinks another.

"You do realize that you’re supposed to let me win, right?" I said.

"Do you want to be here all night?" He pokes fun at me.

"Well, the thought has crossed my mind.”

"You’re doing fine. You just need a little help” he said as he pocketed the three ball.

Sliding in behind me he wrapped his arms gently around me, holding his hand against my stomach. His touch is soft, almost caressing as he places his hands over mine and takes hold of the cue. Together, leaning down, I can feel his body pressing comfortably into mine. I line up the shot and as I press back I can feel him growing again. He is getting hard against my thigh. Not wanting him to focus on anything else, I push my ass back to him and begin to grind against him. I realigned the shot several times I sink the nine ball, as a thank you I slid my ass up and down his cock one more time, just in case he had any question about my intentions.

My playing begins to get a little better and soon I am winning. I’m sure he’s letting me and as a reward I make sure that every shot I take includes a tease for him. Whether he is behind me or standing in front of me, I’ll wiggle my ass a little or I’ll bend down just low enough to show a bit of cleavage and then look seductively into his eyes. I want him to need me tonight. I can tell by his gaze that I’m driving him insane. He’s told me so many times that he loves my eyes and I use them every chance I get.

I ask, "How long can you hold out before you give in?"

"I bet I can distract you," he says.

"Oh, you do distract me. But, I seem to be winning. I think it is you who is distracted."

"That maybe true, but fair is fair. Let’s even the stakes. I'll bet I can make you miss your next shot."

"What do I get if you lose?"

"Well, what would you like if you win?"

"We'll see," I say not letting him turn the tables.

He walks around the table and as I bend over to take my shot, I feel his hand sliding up my skirt. No stroking your legs this time, he wanted to surprise you. He begins rubbing his fingers in circles over my thong. I’m still wet from earlier, but want him so badly that I know this can’t go on much longer. I take the shot.

“Looks like you owe me...Come here and take out your cock."

As he obediently leans against the pool table I tell him, "I want three things from you."

"I thought we had one bet going?"

"I don't think you'll be complaining,” I tell him as I bend over and take his cock in my mouth. It is such a turn on, having him in my mouth. Filling my mouth, his taste finally hitting my tongue after such a long, distant wait. And while I’m not one to keep notes, he’s not the longest I can recall, but he’s thick and filling in my mouth. He tastes surprisingly sweeter than I had expected. I slowly dip my head down; confident I can take this all the way to the hilt. I feel the pressure in the back of my neck rising, but I relax my jaw and his cock glides right down my throat, muffled moans of oh, God, coming from above me. On my way back up I licked the tip of his cock lightly to taste his creamy precum. I’m not down for a minute before I come back up again.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night? No, wait – for the last six months? The second thing I want from you is for you to fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me now.” It must have been what he wanted to hear, as all I could think was “good boy” as he positioned himself behind me and bent me over the pool table. In the same position I’d been shooting pool all night, he was posed behind me turning my tease into satisfaction. I hiked my ass into the air to tease him and then spread my legs far apart leaving no doubt as to where I wanted his thick, hard cock. My slick thong showing through my skirt, he couldn’t tease me any longer. He shoved my panties to the side and slid his hard cock into my hot, wet pussy.

Fucking me exactly like I asked – needing him so badly that I didn’t care about how came in, what I was or wasn’t wearing, all I knew is that I needed him like I had never needed another man. Whether it was months of teasing, pheromones, flirtatious pleasures – I didn’t care why, I just knew it had to be him and no one else would be able to fuck me to satisfaction but him, right now. I felt like an animal, in a very good way. As he would say, a cougar hunting her prey. And what a catch, he fucks so good. His hands slide up the back of my legs, over my thighs, under my skirt, slowly over my ass…ever so slowly, savoring every moment.

He grabs my hips and drives deep into me, "Oh yeah," I hear him say. I spread my legs wider, trying to get him deeper inside me; I want every inch of his dick inside me. He seems to understand my need and gently pulls my wrists behind my back, pulling me hard as he fucks me from behind. He moans, but I don’t want him to cum yet – I stop before he can release inside me. I’m not done baby, I want this to last a very long time.

I climb onto the pool table and clear an area to lie on. Crawling slowly and seductively away from him, knowing that his eyes are glued to my body, knowing that he needs me as much as I need him and knowing how he desires me just by the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. I roll over onto my back and give him a “come here” motion with my finger. He climbs onto the table over me and waits for my directions. I have no intention of waiting for him. I slowly scratch down his chest with my nails leaving a trail from his neck down, to his shoulders, across his chest, down to his stomach, stopping for just a moment to swirl around his belly button before grasping his dick and using it as my own personal dildo.

Um, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on my clit almost makes me cum on his head, but I pull him in and he begins to move with me. Guiding him where I want him he starts slowly, building in speed and pressure until soon I’m begging him to fuck me harder. He doesn’t hesitate as he sits up with my legs over his shoulders, my back arching toward him to get him deeper inside me, his thick cock gliding easily in and out of my soaked pussy. I want him to use me, I want him to make me cum, please make me cum, please, and it’s working. The angle is perfect, he’s hitting spots I didn’t know I had or I had forgotten. The only sounds I can get out of my mouth are moans of ecstasy. Grabbing my legs from his shoulders he pulls my knees together and hugs them to his chest while the heels of my feet sit at his hips. Using my knees as a fulcrum he fucks me, pulling me back and forth to him, slamming our bodies together, thrusting me onto his cock over and over.

“Um, don’t stop,…don’t stop… oh, God.” Sweat is running from his body, dripping down his chest. The sight of him all sweat, cum and man triggers something making me beg him to fuck me harder. I am completely his, completely, wonderfully his, as long as he doesn’t stop. I scream as pure lust takes over and I orgasm all over him, squirts of my cum hitting onto his already wet chest like a fountain, but he doesn’t stop.

“Good boy. Don’t stop – please don’t stop, keep going. Yeah, fuck me, baby, please fuck me harder.” My begging triggers his orgasm as I see his eyes roll back and he tries to maintain his balance and continue fucking me.

“You know the third thing I want?” I say to him just before I know he’s going to cum knowing that he won’t be able to do more than grunt or moan. “I want you to cum down my throat, baby. Let me taste your creamy load. Please give it to me baby, please. Right now, baby.” Pleading with him, looking at him seductively batting my eyes…He pulls out and turns. I grab his cock in your hand and slide it down my throat, bobbing my head back and forth all the way to the bottom I feel him squirt the back of my tongue, then all the way back up I hold his thick cock above my face glazing my lips with his seed, keeping my mouth open so he can see every drop, every spasm as it squirts.

When he can cum no more, I use his cock head to smear his cream from my cheeks into my mouth. Looking at him from under his cock I swirl my tongue around his head while I squeeze him from the base of his shaft up to get every last drop, not wanting any of it to go to waste.

Staring into his eyes, I open my mouth and show him how good I am, my mouth full and playing in him. Hmmmm, I moan as I swallow his load except for a small bit that I use my fingers to slide all over my lips before licking them clean.

(Rewritten with his permission by me.)