I am trying to decide what to wear tonight: a pair of tight, ultra sexy jeans with a short yellow top, or the twirling burgundy dress that reveals the voluptuousness of my décolleté. I am so focused on the pile of clothes lying on the bed in front of me that I don’t hear you come in. You approach me from behind, pulling me into your arms. Trying to evade your embrace, I explain that I’ve got things to do, but with your face buried in my shoulder, inhaling deeply my perfume, you seem too intoxicated with its scent to hear me. You start kissing my neck, letting your tongue play with my earlobe, whispering how much you love to fuck me. You are quite convincing. I feel an electrifying sensation permeate my whole being, releasing lust into blood stream. I just may have time for this after all, I think to myself. With a hoarse voice you whisper my name, like a plea, cupping my breasts with your hands, a fully blown erection poking into my behind. I rub against it for a bit, feeling the onset of a burning itch between my legs. Without taking off my bra, you manage to liberate my breasts. You trace their outline with a light touch of your fingers, making my nipples hard in the process. They yearn to be squeezed between your fingers, sucked by your mouth. Instead, you push me face down on the bed. I can hear you taking off your pants briskly, in movement. I can feel your cock prodding at my ass. You lift my hips up, exposing from behind my freshly shaved pussy in full view. I like the doggie position. It lets me take you in deeper. I delight in anticipation of having your pounding shaft thrust into me. Instead, you part my buttocks with your hands, and then you let your tongue slide insatiably from my clitoris to anus. It feels like an electric shock, so good I’m afraid I could pee from pleasure. My body bows responding to every touch of your tongue. Your hands slide from my ass to the inner sides of my thighs; your skillful fingers part my engorged clitoris and disappear into my searing pussy. When I think I can’t take anymore, your hands move back to part my buttocks, to let your tongue probe into my anus, licking it and sucking it.
Needing to touch you, I turn around, but you push me back down on the bed, not wanting to relinquish the savory juices of my hot wet pussy. I cry with delight, not able to contain my pleasure in silence. Now, lying on my back, at least I can reach your cock. It is so massive that I can barely fit the tip of it in my hand. Although I can’t see it, under my hand it feels like an imposing sculpture, silky smooth, its shape perfect. I first touch its tip, a bulging ball that I envelop by my palm, squeezing it gently and pulling it upwards, feeling its animal response, a vigorous pulsation radiating heat in my hand. Then I reach out further, taking hold of your balls. They are smooth and hard, bursting with semen. It’s going to be a mouthful, but I intend to swallow every last drop. Grasping your shaft, I wring it gently at the root, provoking violent pounding, and stroke it to the rhythm of its own pulsation.
If I weren’t so entranced in my own consuming pleasure, I’d be sucking your cock already. But I can’t resist the sweet, torturous exhilaration your nimble tongue injects in me. It slides along my swollen clitoris and probes into my sultry pussy. Then you lift my buttocks up, allowing it to follow the slit between them until it reaches my anus. My body is trembling in delight. Your face is covered in my juices.
You pull me up, so obviously ready to enter me. I am too, but first I must satisfy my ravenous mouth. Your cock is hard and erect, so monstrous in size; just looking at it sends tremors down my spine. Mesmerized by its taut potency, I now push you down on your back, and I open your legs, and I bend down and begin at the very root, at the spot just below your balls. I drag my tongue over them, as if eating ice cream, sucking gently. I manage to seize both of them in my mouth at once. While my tongue is teasing them, one of my hands is gently stroking your cock, and the other exploring the hidden slit between your buttocks. You moan with impatience, begging me to take your cock in my mouth. I eventually start by softly sucking its tip. My mouth holds on to it gently but tightly, letting my tongue swirl around it. My hands slide across your hips, clutching your raving shaft firmly, stroking it gently. With every stroke, I suck a little more of it in. Your breathing is getting heavier. Fitting your cock in my mouth is getting heavier. I place my hands on your buttocks again, pushing them to my face, forcing all of you into my mouth. I touch your balls gently; they feel like they are going to explode any moment. The sensation of having your throbbing cock in my mouth, bursting vigorously, elevates me beyond desire; what I feel is more of a need, an urge, to be penetrated by you. Violently. Immediately.
Without giving up the lusciousness of your cock, I curve my body and spread my legs, then, impatiently, shamelessly, reach out for your hand and direct it into my blazing pussy. Overflowing with juices, like a steaming whirlpool, it sucks your fingers inside. To each thrust of your hand, my mouth responds by sucking in even deeper the stiff, statuesque beast of your desire. It will explode. I will explode. Your fingers begin to play with my itching clitoris. Hey, watch out! I wanted you to come in my mouth; deeper, in my throat, to be able to gulp all your semen in one go. But I can take no more of this sweet torture, so I move up, lifting my ass and vehemently sitting on your cock. Slowly it slides deep inside, until your balls are pressed against my ass. Then I bring my hips to the front, arching the rest of my body backwards. Feels good, doesn’t it? I can feel your cock pulsating inside my scorching pussy. I need more of it. I need all of it. I lift myself up again slightly, then move my hips around rhythmically, making sure your cock rubs against every part of my pussy. With a moan, you take my hand and hold it tightly. For a moment, our eyes lock. The craving I see in your eyes drives me deeper into a vortex of senses, into mindlessness. You clasp your hands around my breasts, fondling them fervently, squeezing them together. You bury your face in them, licking my protruding nipples and softly biting them. They crave your touch. Inside me, your shaft is creating heavenly chaos. Every thrust is stronger and deeper, every thrust brings me closer to climax. I mount you like a loose, wild, Amazon woman, free of any inhibition, conscious only of her own irrepressible need to submerge and vanish in the ecstasy of this moment.
Which, of course, I do.
Lying in your arms, exhausted, in the aftermath of our lovemaking, I slowly regain my senses. The first thing I feel is something poking at my back. I reach out to see what it is, and I find myself staring at the zip of my wrinkled, burgundy dress. I realize we are lying on my clothes. The jeans are ok though. And my yellow top doesn’t wrinkle. What a relief! The dilemma about what to wear has been resolved.
