0 comments/ 13464 views/ 2 favorites Day's End By: ldycassiopea The key turned in the lock and she let out a soft sigh as she tossed her keys on the table. Reaching up and pulling the clip from her hair, she ran her hand through it to loosen it...longing to feel His hand doing the same thing. She kicked off her shoes, bent to pick them up, then padded softly into the bedroom. Her clothes became a trail to the bathroom as she made a beeline toward the relaxation she craved. She turned the water on in the shower and stepped inside cautiously. The water was scorching but it was exactly what she needed to wash away the tension of her day. As the steaming water poured over her body, she could feel her muscles relaxing and her mind clearing. She needed her mind clear for Master. She loved her job, but it could be so demanding of her energies. She longed to be able to exist on auto pilot. Her submissiveness was so innate, that is what she compared it to. Not that she didn't concentrate on her duties, or pleasing Him, but it was all so natural. There was no thought for her in doing as He asked, obeying His commands. She'd been told she was a natural for her job as well, but there were so many issues and personalities to deal with she oftentimes felt as if the lifeblood were being sucked from her. Her Master began to fill her thoughts as she began toweling herself dry. Preparing herself mentally for Him was very important. She never wanted to cheat Him of herself when they were together. He was always interested in what she had to say...to share, but when they were together, their relationship was very defined. He was the Master, she was the slave. Amazingly, she was extremely happy with it. She'd always known she had submissive tendencies, and once she realized there was a 'name' for her feelings and her personality, she felt so freed. In the infancy of her journey, she'd never imagined she'd become a slave. But it was her heart and her soul that guided her to this point. She was most fulfilled by this position. She knew that no matter what, Master would always listen to what she had to say. He respected her intelligence and her independent streak. He chuckled at her temper (as long as it was never turned against Him) and was indulgent of her little 'tudes' on occasion when she felt bratty. But the important thing was she always knew her place and never stepped outside her bounds...boundaries she loved having. She set the towel by the sink and began combing out her hair. Running her fingers through her hair while applying gel, made her again, long for Master's touch. She closed her eyes and could feel her body beginning to respond to the thought of Him. Suddenly a gasp ripped from her as she felt hands slide up her arms. Her eyes jerked open, then a smile spread across her face as she saw His reflection in the mirror. Master was here. She spun around and fell to her knees...legs spread wide, hands, palm up on her thighs...back straight, chest thrust out, head up, yet eyes were lowered. She absolutely loved sitting for him in this position. It put all of His property on display for His pleasure, and He did not disappoint her. He reached down and tweaked a pert nipple and as He leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, His hand slid between her legs. She was ready for him and He knew it. She heard His soft moan as He raised from her. She knew she'd pleased Him. He never allowed her to cum immediately, but He always enjoyed keeping her on the edge! He gazed down at her with a smile on His face and told her to begin undressing Him. She grinned with pleasure and faked an 'oh all right' look. He grinned back down at her and knew with every fiber that she was dying to strip Him naked. He chuckled to Himself. She really could be a brat sometimes, but she was His brat and he loved owning her. She fulfilled something in Him that He'd never realized He was missing. Her submission was so complete and her willingness...so refreshing after all the fakes He'd come across through the years of searching. She unbuckled His belt, unbuttoned his pants and looked up at Him as she lowered his zipper. His smile was gone now...replaced with a look of interest and something else...something darker. She wet her lips and continued with her mission. Lowering his pants to his ankles, she lifted each leg and removed them completely. She rose to her feet slowly, dragging her body against His. She unbuttoned His shirt and slid it from His arms. He stood before her in His boxers and when she glanced down, she could see His desire waiting for her. Whether she'd be allowed to relieve Him or not was the question that was driving her mad. She enjoyed sucking and licking and tasting Him as much as He enjoyed the release she gave Him in that manner. She could feel the shift in the energy of the room. It was oppressive, but not frightening. It was enticing; something she was ready to accept and fold herself into. She felt His arms reach around her and pull her close. His scent was intoxicating...better than any drug with which she'd ever experimented. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backward as His face buried itself in her hair...as His lips trailed themselves up from her collar bone to her chin and back down again. Suddenly He pushed himself away from her and commanded her to the bedroom. Quickly, she obeyed but faltered once there. He'd not told her what He wanted her to do...assume a position, turn down covers, prepare the toys...she was lost. She turned around to face Him and asked of Him what he wished for her to do, but he came toward her with a firm stride and shoved her to the floor so hard that when she went down, the carpet burned her nakedness. He reached out to her and grabbed a handful of the hair he had so recently nuzzled and pulled her up to her knees. When she opened her mouth to cry out, He shoved himself, fully erect, into her and began to rape her mouth. She was becoming wild with desire...seeing this side of him was a rarity. He was always such a gentle Master, but she loved this raw energy. His masculinity was never in question, ever, but to feel this power and passion was heady. She greedily sucked and licked His cock as He rammed it in and out of her mouth. Gagging occasionally as He shoved Himself deeper and deeper into her, her eyes began to tear. Even in His heightened state, He was concerned for her. Never losing a beat, He reached down and wiped a tear from her cheek and she nodded her acquiescence. She reached to hold onto His thighs...to caress them and was greeted with a sound smack to her shoulder. Her brow furrowed with disappointment, but she continued to give her all to her Master. She felt him swelling within her mouth and began to suck harder as He forcefully rammed himself into her. With a cry, He removed himself from her and roughly picked her up and tossed her upon the bed, face down. Her head was spinning from the onslaught, but her body was crying out to be fulfilled. He quickly rounded the bed and retrieved the cuffs and chains. "Wrist," he spoke the word harshly. She felt drugged, as if she couldn't move fast enough. She concentrated fully on moving her arm up to reach His hand...then did the same with the other one. When He'd finished attaching the cuffs and chains, He returned to her and demandingly pulled her hips upward until she was on her knees and he entered her from behind. Her hands, at the ends of extended arms began balling up the comforter in an effort to hold on to something, as she felt He would surely fuck her off the bed. In fact, she felt her lower body being raised higher and realized he was standing behind her and had brought her up to meet him. He was pounding into her and she could feel her orgasm brewing. Her pussy was so damn tight, and she was completely His. The presence of just one without the other would be enough to send him over the edge, but the combination of them together was causing him to fight for control. He could fuck her forever, but knew she wouldn't last much longer. He could feel her tensing around Him...the forewarning of her orgasming. He asked her if she was ready... her panted affirmation was all He needed. "Now," was all He said and He exploded into her with such force that if he hadn't been hanging onto her, he wondered if she'd have stayed where she lay. His orgasm sent her over the edge completely. His explosion of hot juices into her inner recesses heated her entire body. She felt the flush wash over her and she broke into a sweat. Slowly, the tempo died down until He leaned over her and collapsed. They lie there together for what seemed the longest time. She opened her eyes to see His head lying beside hers. His breathing was still ragged, but his heartbeat was no longer racing. He smiled weakly over at her and she returned His smile with a grin of her own and whispered to Him," So, how was Your day Master?" Day's End I need this bath. It has been a long, uncomfortable day. My right abdominal is strained from a strenuous workout. My mind is racing, preoccupied with the things I should be doing. Finally, the evening winds down. I am alone. I linger in the bedroom, taking an extraordinarily long time deciding what to put on afterwards. The house is so quiet. I just want to enjoy it for a little while. I sit on the edge of the bed and think of nothing. Nothing at all. In the bathroom, the clawfoot tub beckons me. I wash my face at the sink, not wanting anything to distract me from my long soak. I start the bath water and turn to look at myself in the mirror. I am naked, but I do not look at my body. There is fatigue in my eyes, but also contentment. With myself, my life, a sense of renewal, having gotten through another day. I step into the tub and sit cross-legged near the faucet. The water pours out onto my hands. I turn them over and look at them. I forget to wear my gardening gloves, and the rubber gloves by the kitchen sink rarely see any use. I should take the time, but I don't. My hands are working hands, caring and nurturing hands. I'll use the good lotion when I get out of the tub. I turn off the water and lean back. The only sound I hear is the wind playing at the window. I close my eyes and breathe deeply in and out. Using my left hand, I reach across my body to palpitate my aching right side. My fingertips gently press and rub as the hot water relaxes me. The day's worries are slipping away. I use both hands to work the tension from my neck, my head tipped forward so my nose almost touches the water. Then I soak, listening to my own breathing and the blustery cold wind outside. Soon my hands are at my breasts, filling my palms. I knead them simultaneously. Warm water has a particular effect on lactating women. The milk bubbles up slowly at first, and I do nothing to hasten it its expression. I allow it to dribble down my pink nipples and mix with the bath water. I find that my hips are rocking in time with each gentle caress. When the aching begins, my hands pass down my body, over my belly and touch the smooth folds between my legs. I trace the sensitive flesh on either side of my clitoris with my index fingers. Just below the skin, my muscles are coming alive, hardening and twitching. A quiet hum drowns out the wind. Am I too lazy to use my own hand? No. I will need my hand elsewhere. My waterproof personal massager glides between my thighs. It is white, it fits in the palm of my hand or can be tucked discreetly into my purse. It is also highly efficient when I need it to be. But tonight, I am in no hurry. The vibrations travel down to my vagina and back up to my hungry clitoris. I do not force it. It seems to know just what to do. It rides my body as I arch my back and roll forward onto my tailbone, then ease back onto my spine. I hold myself open with my left hand but am careful not to expose my most sensitive area. Not yet. Wait for it. The water ripples up and down the length of the tub now, a small tidal pool created by my body's movements. I look down to see my pink clitoris is now erect and the vibrator teases her deliciously. The need is becoming urgent. I hook my left leg over the side of the bathtub and plant my right foot near the faucet. My body is still submerged, but my legs are now spread wider. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. I need more. My hips lift out of the water and my free hand slips beneath me. My finger pushes into my tight ass without benefit of lubrication, and I do not care. The sensations all around my clitoris are instantly heightened. The vibrator works furiously, riding up and over me again and again. My finger probes and pulls. Breathe. Breathe. Wait for it. Let it happen. The feeling comes many minutes later, after bringing myself to the edge and back repeatedly. My hips remain above the water, thrusting toward the ceiling. My finger drives deep and the warm metal presses directly into the tip of my hard clitoris. I come long and hard as the water sloshes out onto the bathroom floor. It is a quiet yet forceful orgasm. Finally, my legs give way. The vibrator falls from my hand, landing on the floor of the tub where it rattles incessantly against the porcelain. I turn it off and roll onto my side. I lose track of time. Outside, it has begun to rain. I love to hear the rain falling. When I get out of the bathtub and wrap the thick towel around myself, I see my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are smiling. Day's End My Darling, I'll do what I can to make it better for you tonight. I wish I could be there to hug you and hold you while you tell me all about it. I'd sit behind you on the sofa (shhh... not the bed, yet. This is just "together time," not a time for lovemaking), my legs spread so you could sit in between them. You'd settle there with your back to me, and I'd gently massage your shoulders, neck and scalp while you talked about your day. Can you feel my small but strong hands working the kinks out of your neck, helping your shoulders to relax after a day's work? Feel my fingernails lightly scratching your scalp as my fingers dig in gently. Smell my scent gently surround you - strawberry shampoo, my perfume and my own unique scent underscoring it all. Feel my breath against the back of your strong neck as I respond to what you're telling me with "uh-huh," questions or comments. Just relax in my arms, love. You don't have to be in control right now. The kids are in their rooms with the doors shut, getting ready to go to sleep. For this moment, it's just you and me. The evening is still and dark, the silence broken only by the sounds of our hushed voices. After a long while, you realize that the strain of the day and the massage have taken their toll on you, and you're ready to go to bed. You get up off the sofa, turn towards me and offer me your hand. I take it and follow you to the bedroom. I stand in front of you as you begin to unbutton your shirt. "Let me," I say, as I push your hands away and take over undressing you. My knuckles graze your chest as I work the buttons of your shirt through their holes. I push it off your shoulders and down your arms, tossing it towards the laundry pile. My hands go to work on your belt buckle. You stop me, knowing that if my hands get anywhere near your fly, sleep won't be happening for at least two more hours. I step back and watch as you remove your pants, kicking them off, before jerking off your socks. Under the soft white cotton of your briefs, I can make out the outline of your shaft and balls, and under my scrutiny, I see your cock start to grow some. Respecting your need for sleep, I bring my eyes back up to your face, enjoying the gorgeous expanse of chest on my way up. "Go on and get in bed, Darlin'," I tell you. As you settle down, I take advantage of your distraction and quickly remove my clothes. I crawl into bed beside you. You settle on your side, facing me. I cup your cheek in my hand and gently kiss your lips. Despite your exhaustion, your tongue glides along the seam of my lips, requesting entrance. My lips part on a sigh, and I feel your tongue caress mine. Lost in the kiss, I press my body against yours, feeling your strong chest against my breasts and the evidence of your growing desire against my mound. I moan low in my throat and raise my leg over your hip, bringing my moist heat closer to your throbbing shaft. The kiss deepens, and I can feel your hand kneading my firm bottom. You shift to your back and, unwilling to lose this sensual contact, I shift with you until I end up on top of you, my legs on either side of you and my drenched pussy pressed against your shaft. You can feel the heat and the moisture, and my hard clit throbs against your cock. I shift my hips until I feel your head nudging my slit. My juices make it incredibly easy to impale myself on you, taking every inch of you deep inside me. A slow quiet night requires slow quiet lovemaking. I lay down on top of you, my breasts pressed against your chest. My hips begin a sensuously slow up-and-down on your cock, almost coming all the way off before taking you deep inside me again. Your hands cup my cheeks, and I can feel your restraint as you fight from increasing the pace. My arms are around your neck; we're as close as two people can be. Our lips meet again, our tongues dancing in a slow erotic tango that matches the rhythm of our hips. The room is silent, save for our sighs which punctuate the silken whisper of flesh against flesh. After several long moments, you can feel the tell-tale tremors that precede my orgasms. You tear your lips from mine and tell me, "I want to see your face when you come." Without a word, I push against your chest so that I'm sitting up on you, your cock in me as deep as it can possibly be. I ride you faster, grinding my clit more insistently against your groin with each downward stroke. I throw my head back as the delicious sensations ripple through me. I stand on the precipice of surrender, and with a hoarse yell I free-fall into ecstasy. My orgasm triggers yours, and I kiss you, swallowing your exultant yell as you explode deep inside of me. We lay together for a while, each breathing deeply as we come back to Earth. Our hearts beat together, pounding against our chests. I place a lazy kiss against the side of your neck. You kiss my forehead. I raise myself up and gently kiss your lips before rolling off of you. I let you know that I want to hold you, so you roll over to your side with your back to me. I press my front against your back, drape my arm over you, and we fall fast asleep. Days End You see I have met someone that makes me feel unlike any other. He has me doing and thinking about things that I never thought I would. Leaving behind my conventional thinking and moving toward a brand new world. Exploring and departing from my traditional way of surveying how life and love should be. We met on the internet. We were chat buddies who became so much more. Our lives were changed and intertwined forever with a simple hello on the instant messenger. Hard for me to believe as this is not the ‘traditional’ way to meet someone. How could a man capture my heart and soul and not live within the same state. This was the first sign of breaking away from all that I knew as normal. Our conversations over the past several months have lead to his divulging his inner most fantasies to me. I have enjoyed all that he has told me. Listened intently as he has expressed his desires, his dreams, his fantasies. The second sign of me leaving behind all that I have grown to know as expected. I can feel myself becoming his and his alone. …for him to direct. …for him to have his way with. The third sign of my values fading into a dark abyss. His explanations for embarking on this adventurous voyage of eroticism have only enticed and intrigued me. My final step to leaving behind all that I knew to be wholesome. I consider myself to be a strong woman of color. A woman who has survived the deaths of her parents as a teen, two failed marriages, being date raped by a man I once called friend and cheating the odds when a car crashed through my bedroom window and pinned me to what should have been my death bed for three and half hours. I have overcome so much adversity and yet had not found a man to call King. …my search has ended. I have learned to surrender all my will to a man that treats me like his Queen. A man that puts my needs first and helps me to understand what my needs are. A man that takes the time to listen and observe. A man that feels my pain is rare. What do I do with such a man, I ask myself? Let him get away for I will not relinquish my pride. Let him walk out because I fear that I will lose myself if I submit to his wishes? I can’t lose him I think. My breath is his breath. My thoughts are his thoughts. My wants are his wants. My needs are his needs. My heart is his heart. I AM his submissive. I never thought I would say the word and allow the full meaning of the word to penetrate my mind, body and soul. I have with this man. Simply put, he has me thinking and doing things that I would never do. Below is an example of how I enjoy pleasing him. How I enjoy teasing him. How I enjoy submitting to him… I called him one day from my office, because I ached to hear his voice. I had thought about him all day and wanted to hear him cum. I could feel myself slipping into another world as I pushed away from my desk and headed to the conference room to use the phone. I closed the door behind me. Sat at the table and dialed. He answered and I could feel the heat rising within me. My sole purpose in calling you was to hear your moans of ecstasy. I wanted to know that I had pleased you. I wanted to surprise you with my new found boldness as the sound of you climaxing echoed in my ear. My words and your imagination had brought you to this sublime moment. Our call ended, but not before you gave me specific instructions. I was to remove my thong and place it in my purse. I was to leave the office and attend a meeting with no panties on and then I was to come home. To show you how much I have evolved into your submissive, I paid attention to every detail after I hung up the phone with you. I wanted you to be able to share in my newfound freedom. I wanted you to revel in your submissive’s obedience. I knew my actions today would blaze the trail for our future together. I had to share them with you…so I wrote upon my return home: Daddy, I wanted to share with you the end of my day today... Ummmm hearing you cum and having phone sex with you in the conference room at work today was such a turn on...and what a way to end my day! I could taste you and feel you. I was so hot by the time we were finished.... Then you asked me to remove my thong and I did. I stood up hoping that someone might see me from a window in the building across the street. I hiked up my skirt and slithered out of my red satin thong. My pussy was damp from listening to you on the phone and the excitement of the moment. After we hung up, I placed my thong in my purse and turned off my computer to leave for the day. I was very aroused. I walked to the elevator feeling very sneaky. Once the elevator arrived I went down one floor to the walkway and crossed over to the other building. As I got to the hallway with the second set of elevators that would take me down to the street, two men were getting on the elevator as well. They held the door for me as I stepped in. One was white and one was black. I walked to the back of the elevator and one stood on one side the other on the other side. The black guy kept looking at me. I could tell that he thought I was pretty, but I was wondering if he knew I did not have on any panties. I kept thinking about what you would do and what you would think. When we got to their floor, the black guy looked back at me one more time and I smiled at him and said goodnight. Why did the little devil in my want to say, "I don't have on any panties." But I didn't.... I walked out the building onto the street. As I was leaving one of my co-workers was leaving too. We wound up standing out side and talking for several minutes. But I did not tell her I had removed my panties at your command. The warm air was caressing my pussy. I tried to stay focused on our conversation as the excitement consumed in my womanhood. We talked for about ten minutes before we said good night for the evening. By then I was dripping with desire. I walked to the parking garage -- free and wet. I reached the elevator to take me up to my car and a tall white man got on the elevator with me. We had a little bit of a conversation --nothing earth shattering --but he wanted to talk. I could feel that he was drawn to me, but for what reason I did not know. We reached his floor and we exchanged pleasantries as he left the elevator and made his way to his car. I reached my floor and my car. I had a big ass grin on my face as I hiked up my skirt a bit to allow the warm air to surround my wet twat. The feeling of freedom and exhilaration consumed my every movement. I imagined that the warm air that encircled my pussy was your tongue. My juices were ready to flow, but I knew I had one more stop to make. I must contain myself and enjoy the entire experience. I drove to my meeting with my skirt hiked up (just the tops of my thighs showing). Had the windows down. I remember the feeling of wanting someone to see me. …wanting someone to take notice. I arrived at my meeting and as I got out of my car the mild breeze once again touched my spot. I sat in the meeting for about an hour and a half, listening to the discussions taking place. I found it hard to concentrate and I just wanted to leave. I wanted to share with you that I had done all you requested. I wanted your approval. In the meeting I sat next to a man who kept admiring me. His eyes were staring at my breasts and he was very helpful with any information that I had missed. I thought to myself, I wonder if he knows that I have removed my panties. Can he sense that something is different about me? Does he know that I have no panties on as my King has ordered? Driving home I wondered on how I could share with you all that I had done and experienced. I knew in an instant once I arrived at my door. I began to write and share with you the end of my day. It was so invigorating! Thank you...Daddy!!!! I quickly drafted this note and e-mailed it to my King. He needed to know right away about the end of my day. In my wildest dreams I never could have imagined the reward my King gave me for doing his bidding. See his words below: I loved hearing about the end of your day. I got a DAMN good hard-on reading about you meeting men in the elevators without your panties on. It really excites me to no end when I hear that you followed my request. That turns me on! I love the risqué side in you that has now revealed itself. The side of you that has been suppressed for many years, that is now peeking it's head out to see what is going on.. Thank You Sweety (Daddy's Little Bad Sweet Girl) Daddy My day was ended… Douggie Williams© Day's Ending It has been another wonderful day with you, baby. Holding hands, going out, doing fun things, being near each other. We sat down to make a home cooked meal and eat together. With each bite our eyes dance across the table, awaiting the perfect end to a perfect day. You've been restraining yourself all day and I'm impressed. But you know your release is coming. Because I need it to. I am so turned on by how you lust after me and my cock. After finishing my meal I state, "Mmmm, I'm ready for dessert." I lick my lips barely, briefly. You smile and squirm in your chair. Mmmm... You understand what I mean. I want to taste your sweetness, your warm, inviting, and wet pussy. "Fuck," you say, "my pussy is leaking. It has been all day." We hurriedly put all the dishes in the sink and race to the bedroom. There we embrace, kissing passionately, embracing each other. "Lay down baby" I say. You quickly lay down and take all your clothes off in an instant. I kneel at the edge of the bed, anxiously awaiting the delicious taste and scent of your sex. Mmmm... I move your legs over my shoulder and run my hands around your waist, your hips, and your thighs. Your skin is cool to the touch, smooth, and delicate. Your inner thighs glisten. Your wetness has dripped out of your pussy and the entire area is wet. I still can't believe how wet you get for me baby. I lean in and kiss your inner thigh. I breathe in through my nose. Mmmm...I love your smell. I can hear you panting already in anticipation. I run my tongue around your pussy lips. Your hips tense, a slight moan escapes your mouth, more of your juices ooze out. The taste is amazing, rich, like honey to my tastebuds. I take my finger and wipe up some of the wetness that has oozed out of your pussy. I take that finger and wipe the wetness around the outside of your pussy, a further tease. Taking two fingers, I insert them into you. I can sense your pleasure. I can feel your pussy trying to draw my fingers into you. I take them out and take one finger up to my mouth, sucking and savoring your taste. I offer the other finger to you and you greedily take in my finger, licking with your tongue, sucking all of your wetness off. I feel your tongue encircle my finger, seductively, searching for every last taste. Fuck, I'm so insanely hard now. I bring my hand back to your pussy. My fingers part your pussy and I press my tongue inside. I lick up, teasing your clit. I press my tongue in as far as it will go, licking the inside of your perfect pink pussy. My cock is throbbing, yearning to feel your pussy wrap and envelope my cock. My tongue stays near your clit, attending and teasing your swollen clit. I love your response, listening to your ragging breathing, the intense moans, feeling your hips rise to meet my face, looking up to see your nipples tighten and swell with the sensations. My cock is harder than ever after feeling and hearing you experience such pleasure. I can feel the precum oozing out of my cock already, not even after touching it yet. I insert the two fingers into your pussy and curl them up to rub your secret spot. Your moans become more primal as I lick and suck on your clit while rubbing your g-spot. I can sense your orgasm grow in how you tense your legs around me, how you buck your hips, your moans. I can't wait to experience the flood of pussy juice around my face as you cum. I hear you moan, "Don't stop I'm going to cum." Instinctively you grab my head and push it closer to you, pressing my tongue harder onto you. I take a deep breath through my nose, smelling the wonderful scent as you are about to orgasm. I hear you go silent momentarily as the brief moment before your powerful orgasm arrives. Then the deep moans begin and I feel your wetness spread. The only thing I love more than hearing a woman orgasm is experiencing it in the flesh. Your moans, whimpers, and jagged breath fill the room. Your wetness fills my mouth. Your hips buck and sway as you experience such intense pleasure. Your arms are uncontrollable, pushing my head closer to you, grabbing your breasts and pulling on your hard nipples. I begin to slow my fingers and my tongue as your sensitivity increases. You experience the last spasms of intensity. I'm happy to slow down, draw out the intense feelings coursing through your body. You grab my head and pull me off of you delicately. You look down and say, "I need your fucking cock inside me." I can't wait. I need to cum inside you so badly. I love feeling your warm pussy wrap around my cock. I'm ready to feel your pussy, which fits my cock so perfectly. You are too as you state, "I need your cock inside of me. I need you to fuck me." I bring my cock up to your waiting pussy. It feels so wonderful to push my hard throbbing cock into you, feeling how warm you are, how wet, how sticky, how tight. I love every sensation. I love feeling your pussy stretch, your pussy get wetter, you try to relax your pussy as my cock enters. I love watching the look in your eyes, your mouth open and your lips part, your body shudder, your nipples excite and get harder still. My cock throbs, growing larger still as I see how your body reacts to the penetration, stretching your pussy even more. Your eyes are wide with the need to cum again and with the thrill of my cock stretching you from the inside. I push in fully for the first time. Oh God. My cock aches as the walls of your pussy caress the head of my cock, the magic spot where the head of my cock means the shaft, the base of the head - the widest area - rubbing the walls of your pussy. I try not to collapse from the intense feelings your pussy brings my cock. But the need to fuck you is stronger. "Fuck me, fuck me baby" you mutter in between ragged breaths. Your arms reach down and grab my hips, pulling me closer to you. I oblige. My hips bucking back and forth, feeling your pussy, the pussy you offer to me, the one that excites me like no other. I thrust my cock deeper with each thrust. Your eyes have glazed over and the feelings of being pounded, filled by my member. Fuck it feels perfect. "Oh God" I hear you whisper. Each moan, each word excites me more and more. I try to talk but the feelings are too intense. I will try to last as long as I can, but your pussy too much. I want to cum. Need to cum. I need to empty my load deep into your pussy, filling you with my cum. I can't take it. I need to cum so badly. Oh fuck. I utter, "I'm going to cum soon." You moan again. Your hand moves to your clit, rubbing. Your face tenses as you concentrate on your next orgasm, turning me on more. I sense you're about to cum again. You say, "cum with me." Your orgasm starts. You clamp down on my cock inside. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. I love that. So intense. I'm going to cum. squeeze your pussy around my cock. My load explodes inside you, bursting out of my dick forcefully. "cum inside me" you insist. I press my cock in you as far as possible. I cum hard, deep inside. My cock softens while in your pussy. I withdraw, feeling the cool air on your wetness, covering my dick. You shudder feeling your pussy now empty. I collapse on top of you and kiss you. You wrap your arms around me. I run my hands all along your exquisite body. "thank you" I say. you reply, "no, thank YOU!" We lay together, staring at each others eyes and bodies in bliss until we fall asleep, exhausted, relieved, and oh so satisfied.