0 comments/ 5290 views/ 0 favorites Come Over By: athenamystique Jared's phone vibrated. Without looking he knew the text was from her. He was excited before he read it. He gingerly removed the phone from his back pocket and read the message. "I wish you were eating me out right now. I'd run my fingers through your hair as you tease me with your tongue." The possible replies raced through his mind; he settled on: "If I start, I won't stop until you beg me to." He was about to put the phone away when he decided to add: "Come over." Lena was probably working, but he enjoyed teasing her back. The image of her legs spread before him, her back arching as his tongue darted around her clit, made the journey more enjoyable but he was going to have to do something with his frustrations when he got home. He unlocked the front door, tossing his bag nearby, removed his shoes and made his way to his bedroom. Goosebumps came to the surface of his skin as he stripped down to his boxers and laid down, phone in hand. He wanted some inspiration before he got started. As a sculptor, Jared remembered moments like they were photographs. For this, though, he wanted the images in front of him so he could focus on imagining the actions. He began with a headshot that happened to show her cleavage, then scrolled to the photo she had sent him of her in bra and panties. His fingers tingled as he imagined touching her skin, running his hands over her curves, the feel of her tongue in his mouth, licking his way down her body. The next image popped up on his phone, her ass encased in sexy lace panties. It was his favorite of the photos, the first she had sent him. He began stroking his dick as he envisioned her laying on her stomach on his bed, naked except for her panties. He wanted to slip them down, rub his cock along the crack of her ass. The phone vibrated, he had a message. "I'm outside" it read. "Oh fuck," he muttered to himself, hurriedly throwing his jeans and t-shirt back on, hoping his erection wouldn't be too obvious. He opened the door to find Lena smiling, looking around as she waited. It was a warm day and from his vantage point on the doorstep he could see down her tank top. His dick stirred in his pants as he held the screen door for her to come in. He watched her ass sway as he followed her, then closed and locked the door slowly, giving himself a moment to calm down. Jared assumed she was still in the foyer waiting for him but when he turned around she was gone. "Hey, where'd you go?" He asked loudly, thinking she had made her way to the bathroom. "I'm over here," she teased, her voice coming from the bedroom. As he approached he saw she had closed the door a bit. The creak of the door opening barely covered his gasp of surprise at finding her naked on his bed, one hand on her clit, the other on her breast. He stopped, stared, his mouth ajar. Lena had never been so forward before. "You know what I want," she entreated him, her hand slowly circling her clit. "Ask and you shall receive," he muttered playfully. He quickly undid his pants and ripped off his shirt, leaving a trail of clothes to his bed in his excitement. The aroma of her wetness filled the room. He kneeled before her open legs, memorizing the expression on her face as she continued to caress herself, filing it away for another day. A bolt of electricity shot up her spine as she watched him drink her in with his eyes, glad she stopped over, glad she'd bared herself. The new experience added to her excitement. If she wasn't careful, she could become addicted to the heart-racing adrenaline pumping through her. He slowly lowered his body onto the bed, not wanting to disrupt her, savoring every curve and motion, but his desire to join in was too strong. Jared placed his legs between hers; his eyes focused on Lena's eyes as he nudged her hand away and began to flick her clit with his tongue. Riveted, he watched as she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked her own juices from it. She was exceeding all his expectations. He moaned into her pussy, wanting to dive in, but needing to take his time and enjoy every second. Their time together was frequently rushed; this seemed like the perfect opportunity to slow down. He toyed with her, flicking her clit, encircling it with his tongue, nibbling along her inner thigh. Her moans began slowly and increased with his attentions. The sounds tempted him, heightening his urgency. He separated her pussy lips and dove his tongue in, stiffening it and running it in circles inside of her, then pulling out and sucking on her clit. Her hips rose towards him and her breathing became more ragged. Listening to the music of her desire enticed him further. He placed one finger inside her, curving it, beckoning her to come as he felt the inside of her cunt. Lena's legs spread wider with his attentions, as if she wanted to envelop all of him. He placed one hand on her thigh, trying to keep her still, while he added another finger to her pussy. The muscles in her leg tensed with the increased pressure. The sheets rubbed softly against his hardness, his hips humping against his bed as he began to maneuver his tongue more quickly. His fingers pumped vigorously against her. He looked up, letting his thumb take the place of his tongue and watched her with her eyes closed as she pinched her nipples, biting her lip. Her hips moved up and down, grinding against his hand. He returned his tongue to her clit as he came against the sheets. He wanted to feel her body clenching around his fingers so badly. He sucked her clit into her mouth, his tongue flicking against the nub as his fingers plunged into her. Her legs opened wider as she anticipated her orgasm, allowing him to continue his attack more forcefully. Suddenly, her thighs swung together, landing on either side of his head. Her back arched, as she uttered repeatedly, "oh my god, oh my god," her hips coming up to meet his hungry mouth. He continued finger fucking her as she writhed beneath him. "Please, please," she began to whisper, unable to speak louder, "fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." He kneeled between her legs and she saw he had already finished. She'd have to be proactive if she wanted to feel his dick inside her. "Lay down," Lena ordered. He obeyed, turned on by her authoritative tone. She settled herself between Jared's legs, leaving most of her body out of his reach to tease him. Their eyes connected as she began stroking his limp dick, hoping to bring back the erection she longed for. She arched her back, ensuring he had a good view of her breasts and her ass in the air. As she licked up the length of his cock, tasting the cum that remained, she maintained eye contact. The look of arousal on his face encouraged her. Slowly, she moved his dick from her lips, tracing a line down to her chest until she could enclose it. She pumped his cock between her breasts, feeling it twitch, before taking the tip back into her mouth. He inhaled sharply as he felt her tongue quickly circling the head of his dick. She smiled at him, then engulfed his cock with her mouth. She ran her nails along the inside of his thighs as he continued to harden. The erection felt like vindication; she continued to enjoy pleasing him. She cupped his balls in her hand, pulling them slightly away from his body as she sucked on the tip of his dick before taking it all back in her mouth. When Lena looked up again she found Jared still watching her. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock once more, holding his dick tight in her hand, then licked each of his balls in turn. She released him reluctantly. Crawling along the bed, she allowed her breasts to graze his body. The sensation of her nipples moving along his skin made her bite her lip. She stopped when she was in the perfect position to straddle him. The hunger within in her had increased as he watched her. She kissed him forcefully, tasting her juices and delving into his mouth with her tongue, then sucking his tongue into her mouth. She sat up and guided his dick into her pussy, smiled at him, then leaned forward to hold his hands down on the bed. "Sometimes you can be such a tease," she whispered in his ear. "Just be prepared to follow through." Her hips ground against him, gyrating in circles, as she looked down upon him. She let her hair fall around his face as she leaned in to kiss him again. The coarseness of his chest hair against her breasts invigorated her. She pulsed her hips back and forth quickly, before returning to her circular motion. Lena let Jared's hands free. She leaned back, placing her hands on his thighs, allowing him access to her body. His hands roamed up her sides until they reached her breasts. He groped them, then pinched her nipples hard. Lena yelped in surprise, leaning forward, seeking out Jared's face. He smiled at her devilishly, wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back. "Who's the tease?" he asked. He took her ankles in his hands, placing one on each shoulder, before driving vigorously into her cunt. She looked up at him in amazement as he thrust into her. Her breasts swayed with each push. Lena moaned, watching him take control over her amplified the intensity of his actions. "Touch your clit," he grunted as he began to grind his hips against her. Obliging, she pressed her clit as he lifted her hips slightly off the bed. She began caressing her breasts, feeling her body getting ready to let go. Inexplicably, Jared removed his dick leaving Lena feeling cheated of her climax. The look of surprise on her face made him chuckle. "Don't worry," he told her, "We're not done yet." He placed her legs to one side, motioning that she should flip over. The afternoon was taking a turn she hadn't expected. Without protest, she relented, presenting him with her ass in the air. He ran his hands over her voluptuous ass, his dick running along the crack. He envisioned her in lace panties, wanting to tear them off. He placed two fingers in her pussy, moistening them, then placed one at the entrance to her ass. Slowly he slid in his finger, Lena gasped, and he inched forward more. He reached his other hand beneath her to engage her clit. Jared placed the head of his cock at her pussy lips as he slowly removed the finger from her ass. Lena groaned as his dick sunk back into her. He fucked her slowly, maintaining his manipulations on her clit, slowly stretching her ass with his finger. He concentrated on his actions, staving off his pleasure until he could get what he wanted. He tried ignoring her increasing moans, but their heightened volume made him want to fuck her hard into climax. He added another finger to her ass. Lena yelled out in pleasure. He began focusing on that orifice, slowing down his rhythm. Once both his fingers were able to completely sink into her, he removed them and placed his dick, slick with her juices, at her anal opening. He pushed slowly into her, while encircling her clit with his fingers. He entered her further, taking his time, until he was enveloped, then slowly withdrew. He allowed himself to take in her moans, her guttural utterances that had grown increasingly louder. The pleasure he derived from her noises and responsiveness had his mind spinning with possibilities. He maintained his slower pace despite his desire, ensuring her body was growing accustomed to his intrusion. He ran his other hand up her back, then under her, groping her breast. She began pushing back against him, encouraging him to increase his speed. With his arm across her chest, he forced her body back towards him, so that she was on her knees, her ass still impaled on his dick, his fingers exploring her clitoris. His pace quickened and he slipped a finger into her pussy. Between the scent of their juices, her moans, and the feel of her ass clenching his dick, Jared's senses felt overwhelmed. She was still wet with longing. He added a second finger, his thumb teasing her clit. His other hand roamed over her chest and onto her neck. She rested her head on his shoulder as she allowed him to take over her body. With a smooth motion he tilted her head until his mouth could reach hers. He thrust deeply into her, letting himself climax as his tongue delved into her mouth. His fingers continued probing her cunt, his thumb rubbed her clit, as his dick slipped from her ass, emptying itself on her cheeks. She groaned as she reached her release, her body folding forward onto the bed, taking him with her. They lay entangled as their breathing calmed. A smile crossed her face as she looked back at him. "I should text you more often," she remarked, gently pressing her ass against him. Come Over Come Over I heard the distinctive tone from my cell phone letting me know I received a text from "her." Yes, she has a distinctive ring tone on my phone. I never want to miss a text or call from my best friend. The text stated: "Come over." I sat down in sudden surprise. I had fantasized about receiving this text - but, never thought it would actually happen. My best friend, a seriously sexy woman... I had thought she might be interested - but, until now I was uncertain... She was in a complicated situation. One which would most likely prevent us from having a serious relationship – regardless, of my desire. But, I desired her in every way. And, if circumstances allowed any limited expression of desire then I would accept the limitations... And, the invitation to participate in a "dream." That was the agreement. That should I ever receive this text – anything that happened afterwards would be a dream and "as if it never happened" after the dream was over... The cold air of the night began to seep into my jacket as I approached her front door. I gently knocked. As expected there was no answer. I tried the handle and the door was unlocked. I entered the home and felt the warmth surround me. The heat was turned up in the house. This was a good sign and I smiled - glad I wore a short sleeve shirt under my jacket. I was already excited and felt myself throb in anticipation. After adjusting my jeans for comfort I took off my jacket, deposited my boots at the door, and very quietly walked towards the kitchen. As I moved towards the rear of the house I caught my breath and stopped in my tracks. I dared not to breathe in fear that this "dream" would end. I first saw a chair pushed away from the end of the dining room table. Upon the back of the chair were two lovely bare feet with green toenail polish that I knew she had playfully applied the week before. Soft lovely feet. My eyes traveled slowly up her bare ankles, her rounded calves and down her gentle thighs. She was lying on her back on the dining room table just as I had dreamed... Wearing a black "teddy" that would have reached down to her upper thighs if she were standing... Now the teddy had fallen back around her hips and partially between her thighs. I slowly moved my intense gaze up her lovely body. She always had the most sexy hips and now I could see them laid out before me. My eyes traveled over her body reveling in her stomach, her delicate ribs, her beautiful breasts... She was excited in anticipation. Nipples, obviously hard, poking into the material. My mouth watered. My penis throbbed continuously in my pants...almost painfully rigid. I stepped closer to the chair to look at her beautiful neck, her delicate shoulders. She was wearing a blindfold just as in my dream. It covered her sparkling eyes. Her soft hair splayed out on the table around her face framing it perfectly. Her hair - it couldn't be any more amazing. My favorite tones of color with just the right amount of curl. Strait enough to run my fingers through - but, with enough curls to be interesting. Dark walnut tones mixed with lighter auburn streaks. My eyes watered. She was that beautiful. Anticipation of being able to run my fingers through her strands coursing through my mind - the desire to hold her close to me and gently cradle her head in my hands as I hold her against my chest.... I slowly moved closer to the table. I knew I must take my time and enjoy this site - burn it in my memory because it most likely would never happen again. She was one of a kind - a sensational combination of sassy personality, sparkling eyes, soft hair, wonderful figure. I knew I had to treasure this moment. She knew I was there; knew I was looking at her with desire; knew I longed to touch her body; knew she was sexy... Desirable. This was a risk for her. She had been hurt, been consistently rejected, made to feel doubt about her quality as a woman, to doubt her beauty... A brief flash of anger crossed my thoughts that anyone could ever make her doubt the wonderful vision I saw before me... Very brief. This was an act of courage and trust beyond recognition for her. An act I intended to honor in every respect. I wanted to leave her with zero doubt. I wished she could see the look in my eyes. Feel my desire. Tears trickled down my face. Emotionally, right hand trembling with desire, I reached out to caress her right ankle. Her body jumped at first contact and I waited a moment for her to settle. She hadn't been touched in a very long time. Neither had I – touched or been touched. A first time in a long time for both of us. Her breath was labored. Her hands gripped either edge of the table. I slowly moved my hand up, curved around her calve, over the top of her knee, and very slowly slid my hand down her thigh. My fingertips brushing the bottom of her thigh I moved my hand to within an inch of her sex. I gasped in shock! My eyes frozen to her sex... She had on lacy green panties... How did she know my "panty color code?" Did she know that green was the "code" signaling that the wearer desired oral sex? How could she have known different color panties symbolized different desires? I was relieved she wore green. I knew the "boundary." How far and what I could do. She knew it was my favorite thing to do. I almost couldn't take it... I wanted to taste her immediately. Throw the chair out of the way. Rip the panties off of her and make her throb, quiver on the table, grab at my head, hear her moan, scream out in orgasm... But, I had to be patient... Discipline prevailed... This was all about her in this dream... I slowly forced my hand to slide onto her right hip, lifted it so that only my fingertips remained in contact. Touched her skin with enough pressure to convey desire. I trailed my fingertips across the top of her mons to her left hip, up her left thigh and back down the inside again to within an inch of her sex... I could feel her heat, her desire to be touched. I cupped her left hip in my hand. Her skin so warm. So soft. I slid my hand across her stomach and back to her left side. I felt her delicate rib cage under my hand as I brought my hand under her left breast. I wanted to gently stroke her erect nipple between my fingers - but, I stopped myself. I had something more important to do first. So, my hand slid back to her center and stopped above her heart. For a moment I just felt her rapid heartbeat, her labored breathing. I took a selfish moment to continue to savor her every feature with my eyes. Her sexy ass pressed against the table, her back arched in desire, her chest pushed out against my hand as her shoulders were pressed against the table, her hands reflexively gripping the table's edge. I moved my hand up and gently traced her collar bones with my fingertips, her shoulders... As they stroked her neck she tilted her head back so I could trace her jaw. I slid my fingers under the lower part of her head and pulled her upper body closer so that her head was near the edge of the table. Kneeling on a chair I gently stroked her face with my fingers. I ran a thumb across her lips as she provides sweet kisses. Massaged her head as I eased my fingers through her hair. After several minutes of caressing her - trying to communicate with my fingers and hands that tonight wasn't just about sex. It was about desire. It was about communicating to her that she was a woman of beauty. A woman of grace. Communicating that she deserved to be valued, treasured, satisfied. This was about showing her that she was important for who she was... An attempt to communicate that I wanted to relish being with her. That she was more important than only the sexual contact. I turned her head to the side. My left hand's fingertips slide through her soft hair and I "cup" the top of her head. My right hand slides from underneath her left ear to do the same. As I hold her head in my hands and caress her face I bend down to press my lips to her forehead. I place several kisses as I move around her face. I kiss her cheek, her nose, her chin, her neck. I move my lips to her ear. I whisper to her that she is beautiful. That I can't wait to taste her, to touch her. I ask her to be patient. I whisper that she should be loud if she wants. That I would like her being loud - but, that if she was quiet that would be fine as well. I would whisper that she should be comfortable taking my head in her hands, moving me where she wanted me, telling me what she liked - or, if she was uncomfortable with something... I would tell her the "safe word" was "frosty" (safe word = a word that is said any time someone is uncomfortable with what is being done or wants the current activity to stop). I would remind her not to remove her blindfold and that she isn't allowed to speak about anything other than desired actions. That this is just a dream. That when I leave it will be as if it never happened – only, that we both shared a dream. When I left it she could wake from the dream. But, not before... My lips move to nibble on her ear. They move to gently suck her upper lip between them. To begin a kiss. I hold her head in my hands as I kiss her lips. Her mouth opens and passion overtakes us. I feel her hands grip the back of my head. In our excitement our teeth bump and I feel her lips smile as we pause. Breathing heavy. Then, calming down we more slowly begin anew. Her lips yielding... Our tongues meet and swirl around each other. Aching for more contact... As we slow down I pull away to place small kisses all over her face. I take her hands in mine and replace them at the edges of the table. I slowly begin to move towards the other end of the table. Taking my time I let my hands roam all over her body. I caress her arms, her sides, I cup her perfect breasts in my hands. I stroke her hard nipples under my fingertips. All the while I watch her body respond, move under my touch. Her chest rises and falls against the table, her hips lift, her shoulders twist one way and the other pushing her breasts out for me to touch. I run my hands down her sides, across her stomach. I slide my fingertips just under the edge of her panties and trace the top from one side of the body to the other. My touch - sometimes like a feather, sometimes pressing hard with desire. I can feel my cock throb in my pants with desire. I know that if I pulled it out I would barely be able to touch it before it erupted all over her sexy body. I dream within my dream that I climb up on the table, pull it out and rub it across her chest, tickle her nipples with the engorged tip, let her feel it's throbbing pulsing heat as I moved it around... But, this isn't about me... It is about her. She wore the green panties - which demand respect. Satisfaction! And, she is still wearing her teddy.... Although, it has ridden up around her waist. I bend over and kiss her on her right hip. I sprinkle kisses across her exposed stomach to her left hip. My right hand runs up and down her thighs, my left moves across her upper body playing with her nipples as I kiss her skin. Every time I move to the edge of the teddy I use one hand or the other to inch it up some more. Slowly, I move it up farther and farther until it is bunched just below her breasts. And, I stop. I reverently reach with my hands and carefully move the lingerie above her breasts... I know she is self-conscious about them. Like a man obsesses that his penis isn't a good size a woman worries the same about her breasts. But, I LIKE small breasts. Her breasts are beautiful. She is breathing hard. Her chest rising and falling...she thrusts her chest away from the table to allow me to move the teddy and demands attention. I move my hands so that my palms are to each side of her breasts and my fingers reach for her back. I take a moment to ravish her body with my eyes. She has a sprinkle of adorable dark freckles across her chest. I bend over and begin kissing them. One, two, three... I lose count as I move my way to her left nipple... When I get close I stop. I wet my tongue and lick around her areola. I get my mouth very close and gently breathe out. My hot breath washes coolly over her hard nipple and she thrusts it upward into my mouth... I suck her breast into my mouth rotating my tongue in circles. I alternate using my lips to soft yet firmly "pinch" her nipple, to a gentle sucking motion with my tongue flat and dragging across the top, to twirling the tip of my tongue around and around her areola. My right hand kneads, massages her other breast as I occasionally lightly pinch the nipple. I switch sides and revel in her ragged breathing, her gyrating body, her moans of desire... After several minutes I slow down and allow her to catch her breath. As I stand up my eyes wander over her body again in delight. I wonder if she has any idea how wonderful she looks... I allow my hands to drift away until, again, only my fingertips remain in contact with her body. I trail them quickly up and down her sides from the top of her panties to the bottom of her teddy... I move so that it feels they are lightly and quickly traveling all over her body as I make my way towards her feet. As I get closer to her hips my fingertips begin roving all over her lower body and legs - yet, avoiding her "sex." Her inner thighs, the bottom of her legs, her knees, calves... I, finally, make it to her feet. Here comes the "moment of truth." As I lift her right foot into the air will she cry out the safe word? Will she stop what is about to happen? I lift her foot up and forward so I can take my seat at the table... Except for her ragged breathing she remains quiet. I place the bottom of her right foot on my shoulder. I reach with my right hand to place her left foot on the opposite shoulder... Again I pause to look upon her beautiful form. Her legs that propel her down the floor as we dance today give me a different type of pleasure. My hands glide up the outside of her legs... Up her calves and down the outside of her thighs. I slide them up her sides as I lean forward to view her from a different perspective. I pause again to look at her amazing body. In anticipation of contact she lowers her back and pushes her hips up. I groan as my mouth comes wateringly close to her pussy and I can smell her excitement. I lean back and my fingertips slide down her stomach to the top of her panties yet again. I run my fingers under the border teasing her with the possibility of removing them... She is a "good girl" and keeps her hands gripping the side of the table.... I tease by sliding my fingers around the edge of the outside of her panties. I move them lower tortuously slow - revealing slightly more of her mons... Sporadically, I'll spread my fingers wide and slide my hands up her abdomen to cup her breasts, tweak her rigid nipples, feel the sides of her ass... I'll run my hands up and down her thighs feeling her soft yielding skin. She is groaning in frustration, moving her hips from side to side, pushing them up in an effort to be touched... I place my hands on the inside of her knees and slowly push her knees apart as far as possible and place her feet on the back of the chair as I lean forward. My hands move slowly down towards her panty covered pussy. I can smell her excitement. Her panties are soaked. My dick is so hard it hurts and I have to adjust it again. My hands slide slowly down the inside of her thighs putting pressure against her muscles and keeping her legs apart as she moves around in frustration on the table... Finally, I lean forward and breathe lightly onto her vagina. I'm certain she can feel my warm breath more acutely on her inner thigh which isn't covered by material... I carefully reach a finger from each hand forward and under the edge of her panties above her sex and pull the panties away from her lips. As I slide my fingers under the edge of the material and downward I lift her panties off of her wet lips. But, without touching her... She continues to lower and raise her hips in frustration... But, I can't help myself. I have to tease her because I know that when she orgasms it will be even more intense the longer I tease. I lower the panties back onto her sex, slide a fingertip down on either side of her swollen lips near her thighs, around the bottom of her ass, and grip her panties near her hips... Once again, I pause... Will she cry out the safe word and stop the dream? Does she doubt she wants what is about to occur... She groans and wiggles her hips back and forth and I know she wants me to get on with it! Her hips are lifted, shifting, wiggling, all but begging me to pull her panties off... So, I start sliding them down... The soaked center of her panties stick to her lips as the sides go up her thighs... She lifts her feet up and in front of me so that I can slide them off of her legs. Once clear she replaces her feet on the chair back behind me and I lift her panties to my face and inhale her wonderful aroma. I realize I'm shaking. My cock pulses in my pants. My mouth waters. A shiver runs through my body as I anticipate what is to come... I place the soaked panties in my lap, train my eyes on her right ankle and slowly move my gaze down her leg to her pussy. My breath gets stuck in my throat! I can't breathe. I feel my heart stopped beating... A pain in my chest causes me to gasp for air. I begin breathing hard, excited. My cock beating in my pants as my heart races... She shaved! She once made a comment that she thought I must like "pre-pubescent" women because I said I liked a shaved pussy... Did she realize that wasn't why? Did she realize that with her pussy shaved I didn't have to worry about her hair tickling my nose, that hair traps unpleasant odor, that it's more enjoyable to feel lips and tongue upon slick juice coated skin than hard curly hair, that when I slide my fingers around her sex it is more pleasant to feel smooth slick skin, that it is easier for her to feel my hot breath upon her pussy? DAMN! It is all I can do not to take my blood engorged cock out and rub it all over her hairless pussy! Just knowing that it wouldn't feel rough hair scraping... I could lay it against her lips to slide directly across slippery lava hot skin... I have to stop thinking, regain my composure. I'm so excited I'm having difficulty thinking... I reach for her left leg and lifting her foot off the back of the chair I kiss the bottom of her foot. Little, soft, barely wet kisses along the inside of the arch. I kiss her little toe on the tip and each toe as until I get to her "big" toe. Slowly, watching her face I suck her big toe into my mouth. As I do so I wonder has anyone ever sucked her toes? Will she think this is weird? Does it affect her as it does me? A combination between erotic electrical pulses down my leg combined with a slight tickling sensation almost too intense to bear... Will she it sensual or a turn off? She squirms on the table but is quiet... I relent – not knowing how it affected her and slowly kiss down to her ankle. While I kiss her I keep my right hand moving, touching her legs, sliding between them to roam over her stomach, her breasts, trail fingertips near her sexy lips... I kiss the underside of her calf, the back of her knee, and slowly make my way down the inside of her thigh. As I get closer to her sex I begin to randomly mix up kisses with small nibbles and bites. When I reach her sex I slowly slide my tongue up her skin where her thigh meets her sex. Just outside her lips – not touching her lips – but, so very close. Smooth skin glides under my tongue as I get my first taste of her juices. Ughh.... It is all I can do to keep myself from latching my mouth on her sex and enjoying her fully. She tastes salty and sweet. I lick from down by the bottom where I long to enter up the left side of her vagina to above where I know her clit is located and back down to the center. I'm ready for her hips to leap off the table as I very lightly wave my tongue up and down and cross her lips leaving the ghost of a sensation as I move to the right side of her vagina. I was so proud! While her back arched and her shoulders slammed onto the table several times she kept her ass firmly on the table and I didn't have to pull away. She tastes so wonderful. Her skin so warm to the touch. Her aroma filling my head. I'm almost dizzy as I look up her gorgeous body. Her body flushed. Her chest red with hot blood, her sweet pussy lips swollen. She gasps for breath... And, I haven't even started yet... I kiss up and down her right leg. I try to give it the same attention I gave her left... But, we are both getting impatient with desire. Come Over It is everything I can do to prevent myself from jumping up and pulling out my rock hard cock. I want to lay it in the crease of her lips so she can feel how hot I am. I want her to know how she affects me. Cover my cock with her juices from her slick pussy lips. Feel her heat on the underside of my penis while she feels my hot throbbing cock up against her. I want to rub my purple tip across her clit and slide it down her lips to pause at her opening. To feel my tip slowly pierce her lips. Feel the heat from her body engulf the tip of my penis. I would pause to relish her heat, her pulsing wet pussy. Realistically, I know that I would immediately explode inside her. I would be too excited to prevent myself. But, in this dream within a dream I suddenly push my rock hard cock inside of her. Her back leaps from the table and I feel her body move up to mine – pressing up against me... Sweaty. Hot. Sexy. Gyrating. She bites my neck. One hand in her hair spastically gripping at the back of her head. My other hand cupping her ass with my fingers teasingly close to her sex. I'm wrapped in her embrace as her hands grasp at my back and shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my waist and heels digging into my back. My penis throbbing within her. Penetrating her over and over again. I would be raining kisses over her neck, biting her shoulder, breathing in her ear, reveling in the wonderful smell of her hair... Damn!! I stop my dream within a dream... I have to focus. I place her feet over my shoulder so they can rest on my back and spread her thighs as absolutely wide as I can. I want her to be open to me. To feel vulnerable with my hands on the inside of her thighs pushing her legs open. I want her to know that I intend to take her, to taste her... I want her to know that tonight in our shared dream she is THE DESSERT. I want to subtly remind her that she wantonly served herself up to me on her dining room table. That although she made the decision to serve herself up to me it is now my turn to decide to enjoy my dessert the way I desire... Again, I begin with little nibbles and bites to her inner thighs – but, as I pass from one thigh to the other I run my tongue up and down either side of her lips and wiggle the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her lips up to the top... Then move on to the other thigh and back again. After several times of doing this I pause at the bottom. My mouth within millimeters of her lips I place my tongue flat just below her lips and with my tongue spread wide I slowly move it from side to side and breathe in and out. I taste her juices in all their glory as I cover almost all of her lips with my tongue and slowly move it from one side to the other. My breath alternating between warm exhale and cool inhale against her lips I move upwards. I pause to push the tip of my tongue so that it splits her opening, give it a small wiggle, and flatten it again to continue slowly moving upwards. My hands are sliding over her body, from her ass as she lifts it off the table, up the arch of her back, around to her breasts to tweak her nipples, back down to the tops of her thighs. Fingertips trail across the top of her pubic mound to tease and press back upwards across her chest again. Never moving they try to be everywhere while I enjoy her sexy lips, her heady aroma... I feel her thighs shake in convulsions, her chest rise and fall with her breath, her heart pounding, her erect nipples... I continue to make love upon her sex. I make my way back to the bottom of her crease and suddenly press my mouth on her lips and penetrate her with my tongue. I move back and forth using my lips to caress her lips, my tongue to move all around her opening, licking up her juices. I breathe through my nose knowing that my breath is teasing her clit, occasionally I lean forward to move my nose back and forth across her clit to tickle it and feel her body leap under my hands. When I feel she is getting close I back off until she catches some composure. After a few cycles of this I move upwards. Again, I move slowly. Watching. Listening. Feeling her body. Playing with her. I want to keep her excited but, several moments away from finishing... My lips reach her clitoris... That beautiful sensitive nub... I open my mouth wide to cover as much of her as I can with my hot mouth and begin flicking my tongue on her clit. I alternate flattening it out and circling it, with moving it across the top, with flicking it again. She is getting worked up. Steadily moaning. Impulsive outbursts of unintelligible sound burst from her throat. My hands continue to roam over her body... And, when I'm sure she is close I slide my finger up inside of her. Slowly, I move it in and out. Each time when fully inserted I feel for her G-spot... Then, I find it. She practically leaps on the table. When she lands I'm ready. I purse my lips around her clit and begin a gentle pulsating sucking while I flick and circle her clit with my tongue and stroke her G-spot with my finger. My left hand on her chest I feel her heart race, her left nipple stroked by my thumb, her body thrashing. Suddenly, she screams out a tortured sound. Her hands leap to grab at my hair. Her thighs crash against the side of my head. Her pussy pushes up against my face. My mouth is flooded with her juice! It is WONDROUS! I feel her body shaking, quivering in convulsions. She continues to gasp and scream out unintelligible music... As she orgasms on my face I feel a euphoria rush over me! Like a strange relaxed yet excited calm. A sense of accomplishment. I never stop serving her, gently sucking on her clit and stroking her G-spot as she comes... But, while she thrashes it is almost as if time slows for a few seconds... And, I feel a heady rush and part of me inside relaxes... It is a release inside of me almost like the afterglow from an orgasm... One hand holding onto the back of my head her other leaps to my forehead! One pushing. One pulling. I know I must relent any moment because it will be too intense for her to handle! The second hand lifts off the back of my head and as it moves to the front I relent. Her ass crashes to the table and she gasps for breath, I keep my finder inside of her – but, stop rubbing her G-spot. I just very slowly move it around... I keep my mouth on her pussy. But, begin slow loving strokes of my tongue on the sides of her lips... Just enough activity to try to prolong her afterglow as long as possible – without, being too intense for her to handle. Slowly, she rides the afterglow down... Her hands still on my head... Her body twitches become less frequent... When I feel her hands move to the sides of my head I know her mind is working again. She tries to lift my head. But, I'm not done. Gently, I give a few last strokes to her lovely pussy. I remove every bit of juice I can from her lips, her opening, and all around. Any other time and I would slowly build her back up again until she had another orgasm. And, again if she could take it... But, this time I sense that she is completely spent. She is lying flat on the table. Almost unmoving except for little micro convulsions. Her face is relaxed. She almost looks like she is passed out. I don't think she could take another roller coaster ride... But, I'm ready if it looks like she changes... I carefully move her left foot into the opening of her panties. I move her legs together and get her right foot in as well. It takes me several moments because she is too spent to help. But, I finally, get her panties back on. I rest her feet on the base of the chair and move to her side. I reach for her teddy and with cute little minute movements/help from her I get her teddy pulled all the way down. I longingly look down upon her body. I wish I could pick her up and carry her to her bedroom and hold her while she recovers. Stroke her hair as I hold her head against my chest. Wrap my arms around her. But, that is not destined for this dream. I bend over and softly kiss her lips. She is still almost completely unresponsive. I cup the back of her head with my hand and whisper in her ear: "You were lovely. I couldn't have wished for a better dream. Thank you." And, I quietly exit her home leaving her almost like she was prior to my arrival. It was all just a dream - that started with a text: "Come over." Come Over Here, Son . . . "Come over here, Lloyd, I need my cock sucked," Gene motioned to his oldest son, as he unbuckled his suit pants and drew his zipper down. "Pull your pants down, son, so I can watch that prick of yours bounce." Gene looked at the other men sitting around the conference table and smirked. "If you train them young, you'll get a lifetime of the most-talented cum-guzzling out there . . . isn't that right, son?" Lloyd had already pulled his shoes and pants off, and his stiff and straining prick did indeed bounce as he walked toward his father's outstretched hand. Gene had pulled away from the conference table, sitting comfortably in his leather chair, stroking his cock with one hand, and drawing his son's head down as Lloyd dropped to his knees before his father. The men were very similar in looks, both tall and slim, with high, chiseled cheekbones and full, sensual lips. The way they differed was in coloring: Gene was tanned, with thick, short, silver hair, while his son's jet-black hair starkly contrasted with his pale skin and deep, blue eyes. Both looked younger than their respective ages of 60 and 25. "That's it, boy, lick that lollipop." Gene smiled affectionately as his son lapped up the pre-cum glistening on the head of his thick, vein-engorged prick. "Yes, Daddy," Lloyd whispered between long, appreciative licks up and down the shaft of his father's impressive cock. He began punctuating each lick by wrapping his lips around Gene's purpling mushroom head and audibly suckling. "Hmmm, son, you are the best cock-sucker I have ever had," Gene moaned as his son slurped and sucked more and more of his daddy's prick into his mouth and swirled his tongue around his sensitive head. As Lloyd's head began slowly bobbing up and down in his father's lap, Gene strained to look at his son's now dripping cock and heavy balls. "Fuck, son, you look like you are going to shoot your load without anything coming near you . . . he has always been such a willing and excitable prick-licker—from the first time he started polishing his Daddy's pole, haven't you, boy?" he intoned as his son wrapped his hand around his father's cock and gently jerked him from base to rim in a steady wet-sounding rhythm. "Don't think I haven't fucked that sweet ass either, men." Gene stated proudly as he noticed the other men watching as Lloyd's hips involuntarily pumped in and out as he began to enthusiastically jerk-off his Dad's cock while sucking and licking the full, juicy end. Lloyd's ass was a thing of beauty—muscular, cut, with gorgeous, winking dimples as he worked in and out, in and out. "God, Lloyd," Gene panted as he held the back of his son's head, "I am going to fill you up . . . feels so good, son . . . are you ready to swallow Daddy's cum?" Any reply was muffled as Gene forced his fat cock down his son's throat, again and again. "Here it comes, boy . . . swallow Daddy's juice . . . swallow it all . . . that's a good boy . . ." Gene said as he throat-fucked his son, pumping spurts of hot, thick cum into his eagerly swallowing progeny. "Ahhhh . . ." Gene sighed, as Lloyd continued to suck and swallow every drop of his Father's seed. "Now that's the way to clear your head." "Stand up, son," Gene said softly, as he drew Lloyd up to a standing position in front of him. "Let Daddy see that nice, thick rod." Lloyd visibly shook as his father grasped his throbbing cock in one hand, while protectively cupping his hard, tight balls in the other. "You always were ready to shoot your load the second I was done shooting mine," He looked up into his son's eyes as he wetly took Lloyd's cock into his mouth, "Feed Daddy." Lloyd responded by instantaneously exploding into his dad's mouth, jerking in and out as his Father milked him dry. "Better every day, son," his Father smiled, before licking his lips, zipping his pants up, and turning to the quiet boardroom. "What's next on the agenda?" he asked, looking from each man's face to the next. Come Over Pizza It was Sunday afternoon and my boyfriend Chris was getting packed and ready to head back to camp. "Babe, have you seen my tool belt?" I roll my eyes and mute the TV. "Not sure babe, but I think it may be in the garage." I say it in a sing-song voice so he can't tell how annoyed I am. I just want him to get the fuck out. He's been home for the past 3 weeks, and while it's nice to have a hot cock at my disposal, I need some alone time. Chris and I have been together for just over a year. We were on and off for a while a few years back, and I always vowed to never get back with him. But he's such a good guy. Okay, scratch that. He's not a good guy, he's a good lay. He can tongue my pussy for hours and pounds me like nobody can. What can I say? I love a good fuck better than anything in a relationship. "I'm all packed and ready to go babe. Come say goodbye to me" Chris calls from the front hallway. I go to him and immediately notice that he's all shaved and smells so good, fresh from the shower. I can feel myself getting wet thinking about a goodbye fuck. 4 weeks away is a long time... I wrap my arms around his neck and start kissing him slowly. I trace my tongue along the outline of his lips and then bite the bottom one. "What're you doing to me? You know I can't resist it when you do that, but I gotta go." He tries to pull away but I back him into the wall and kiss him harder. "C'mon baby, fuck me hard and fast and you can be on your way. Don't make me beg for it." I step back and start sliding my hands over my tits making my nipples stand up under my tank top. Chris steps towards me and lifts me up so my legs wrap around him. He pulls the zipper of his jeans down and frees his 7 inch cock from his pants, already rock hard and dripping. "You gonna miss daddy's cock baby girl, huh? You need one last fuck to keep that pussy happy? Tell me baby, tell me how much you want it." "Fuck yeah baby, I need that cock. I need you to fill me up before you go. Fuck me." Chris carries me over to the dining room table and sets me down. I throw my legs up onto his shoulders and he takes aim at my dripping slit. He pounds into me hard and fast while I rub my clit. "You're my little cum whore, aren't you? You want that cum inside of you?" "Yes, gimme that cum" I whisper. "I want to feel that hot load inside my fucking pussy. Fuck me 'til you cum" He thrusts so hard the last time, that I swear I can hear my cervix bruising. Hot spurts of jizz warm me from the inside. As the last stream of it enters me, I start coming around his cock. My pussy throbs around him and I kiss him frantically. My hand is covered in my own juices and his cum that starts to drip out of me as he slips out. "Fuck baby, that was totally worth being as late as I'm gonna be" he says, resting his head on my shoulder. "Mmmm, you're damn right it was" I purr. *** Four weeks later, it's the night Chris is coming home, and I am horny as fuck. My vibrator gets the workout of it's life when I'm left without a dick. It's just not the same, and even a dildo can't satisfy me like the real thing. I'm watching TV and waiting for him to get home and fuck the shit out of me, when I get a text saying his flight is delayed. Fuck! Now I'm horny and hungry. I pull up the pizza place by our house on my phone and call in an order. At least I can kill one bird and not be a ravenous for food slut, but just a slut. Twenty minutes later headlights flash across the living room. I get up and go to the door, anticipating my delicious pizza. I open the door as the delivery guy is getting out of his car. Backlit by his lights, I can't see his face, only his size. He's huge. I'm not exactly short myself, being at least 5'10, but this guy looks to be about 6'6. He gets to the door, and when I can see his face I notice that he's not overly attractive, but something about him instantly has me thinking about how much I want him to do nasty things to me. Like, really nasty. "Looks like someone is ready for some pizza" he says as he flashes a smile. "I'm ready for something" I say back. He gives me a look of confusion mixed with amusement and hands me the box. "That'll be 17 bucks please." I motion for him to come in and explain that my wallet is in the dining room. "Just give me one sec. Come in and sit down." "I'm not really supposed to enter people's houses, so if it's cool, I'll just wait here" he says. "Why not?" I call to him from the kitchen. While in there, I'm taking off my bra and pushing my shorts lower on my hips. My nipples are standing at attention and I can feel my panties starting to dampen. I'm gonna fuck the pizza guy, one way or another. "The boss thinks it's inappropriate. So we're told that no matter what, just stay outside, or at the door at the very least." I come back around the corner and he's playing on his phone. "Well that sounds weird to me. If someone invites you in, you should accept. Especially if it's a hot chick that wants to gag herself on your man meat." This startles him and he drops his phone. "What did you just say?" he asks. "You heard what I said. And by the looks of you, I'm gonna have a lot to gag on." I move towards him and he starts to back up slightly. "Look, you're super hot and all, but I have a girlfriend, fiancè actually, and I could lose my job. As much as I want to let you, uh, do things to my man meat, I really can't." "Look, I have a boyfriend too. He's away a lot and is actually coming home tonight. I just can't take how horny I am, and I want you to be the one to fuck the orgasm I need right out of me. Now, are you gonna man-up and fuck me, or not?" Something in him shifts, I can see it happen in his eyes. "Your boyfriend is coming home tonight?" "Yeah, in a couple of hours" I answer. "And you want me to fuck you before he gets here?" "Exactly." I take another step towards him. I can see his hard-on starting to show through his shorts. "If I fuck you though, there's one condition. We do it bare back. I fuck the shit out of you until I come inside of you. I want your boyfriend to feel my load in you when he fucks you later." I almost fall over at how hot that sounds. Suddenly I realize that this is the hottest thing ever. "C'mere" I motion for him to follow me to the living room. Once we get there, he comes up behind me and puts his giant hands on my tits. I feel his cock pressing into my ass and I moan. "I think you said a little something about wanting something to gag on. Will this work?" he asks. I turn around and he pulls out a monster sized dick. 10 inches of glorious cock! I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him. I grab his cock and lick from his balls all the way to the tip, and then flick my tongue over it. He tastes a little musty and sweaty, but this turns me on even more. I go for the whole thing and when it reaches the back of my throat, I gag. "That's it, take it all. Gag on that cock. Shove it down your throat until you can't breathe" he growls. I move it further down my throat and my eyes start to water. My gag reflex is going nuts and I'm sure I'm going to throw up. He grabs the back of my head and starts fucking my mouth like a pussy. Bile starts rising up to meet his dick, and the next thing I know, I've puked on his cock. "Fuck yeah, that's what I wanted. To see you choke on it" he says. As I'm sputtering and trying to catch my breath, he pulls me to standing and kisses me. He starts to lick the juices off my face, that are a mix of his precum and puke. I'm so turned on by this, that I reach down and start to rub my hand on my pussy. "I want you to taste my pussy. Taste how wet you make me" I say to him. He looks around the room and notices our chaise lounge. He leads me to it and lays down with his head at the opposite end. "Come use my face as your fuck toy. Grind that pussy onto my tongue." He positions his head on the corner where I can straddle him. I wiggle out of my shorts but leave my panties on. The crotch is soaking wet as I pull them to the side and slowly lower down towards his face. His tongue starts to lap at me while I hover just above him. He tucks into every corner and licks every inch of me. He settles on my clit and starts to massage it with his tongue. This gets me so worked up, that I start rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples. I can't handle it anymore, and I start to lower further until I'm grinding on his whole face. I find the perfect rhythm with his nose almost inside of me and his tongue on my clit. I put my hands on his chest and start bouncing up and down on his face, and alternating that with grinding. I want to come all over his face so bad, but I also want to wait to come until he's inside of me. No orgasm is as good as the first and I want to savor it. I get up off of him and step back to admire my wet work. His entire face is slick with my juices and I can see some up his nose. "I can't believe you just fucked my nose like a little dick" he says. "That was so fucking hot". He gets up and comes towards me and I kiss him hard. I love tasting myself on someone else, and I start to probe his mouth with my tongue trying to taste it all. He pulls away for a moment and asks "is your boyfriend gonna eat some of that pizza?" "Probably, yeah." "I want to fuck you over that pizza so that my load drips out of you onto it, and I want you to feed it to him later." He doesn't have to say anything more, to turn me on as much as I am right now. I go to the kitchen and get the pizza, and come back to the chaise lounge. I put the pizza down and then put my knees on either side. My pussy is glistening and I reach back to rub my juices to my ass and then dip my fingertip into my asshole. I hear him moan behind me as he tugs on his dick. I grab a piece of the pizza and start to wipe it across my pussy lips. It's warm and the texture of the green peppers and mushrooms feel really good on my slit. "That's it, get that cunt nice and greasy for me. My big dick is coming for you". He comes up behind me and I feel the tip press into my hole. He eases it in so slowly that I think the end will never come. Once his full length is in there, he starts with little short thrusts. "Just getting you used to it baby. It's a big dick and I want you to take it all like a good girl." He pulls out a little further and then eases it back in. "I want you to fuck me hard. So hard that I can't walk for a week. Make me bleed." At this, he pulls out all the way, so fast that there is a soft "pop" as the rim of his head slips out of my lips. A second later, he's back in me, with a vengeance. He slams so hard into me my head snaps back. "Is that what you want, hard? I'm gonna give it to you hard then." He pounds into me and I hear his balls slap against me each time. Tears well up in my eyes from the pain, but after a few strokes I'm into it. This feels fucking amazing! I grab another piece of pizza and reach underneath with it, until it's wrapped part way around his cock. As his cock leaves the pizza slice, he slams back into me. Knowing this has me on the edge of coming and I can feel myself tightening around him. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come!! Don't stop fucking me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I drop the pizza and my hand goes to town on my clit. The pizza grease, my own pussy juice and the precum from him is creating a slippery batter that just adds to my ecstasy. I moan loudly as my orgasm grips me. I can feel it shudder throughout my whole body, and as it reaches it peak, I feel him speed up. "Here it comes. My hot sticky load, so far in your cunt it's gonna drip out for days. Your man is gonna have to suck it all out of you if he wants it gone." With this, he pounds in one final time and unloads into me. I can feel his cock twitching as it spurts out of him into my womb. He grabs my hips and buries himself even deeper, until he's sure every drop is in there. "Now, I'm gonna pull out of you, and I want you to make sure whatever comes out of you gets on that pizza. Understand?" he commands. "Mm hmm" I mumble, not believing that after my massive orgasm, I could still be this turned on. His pulls his cock out sloppily and wipes his hand down the shaft, catching all the fluid. He rubs his hand across the pizza slices and grins. I get off my knees and squat over the pie, clenching so that nothing drips out yet. He kneels down so that he can have the perfect view of his cum and mine sloshing onto the food. I spread my pussy lips and unclench and a giant glob of jizz plops onto the pizza. "That's it, get it all of you. Cover that pizza with my cum." He reaches forward and starts to rub my clit. As he does, more juices drip out of me. "I know there's more in there, so I want you to come so that you can push it out" he says as he works at my clit. Watching him do this, and seeing the food glisten with bodily fluids from our fucking is too much and I start to come. As I do, I can feel more and more flood out of me and another glob of his spunk escapes. I collapse back onto the chaise lounge out of breath and happy. "That was fucking hot" I say. "I know, totally fucking hot" he replies as he reaches for his shorts. "I'd better get dressed and get rid of the evidence before the bf comes home I guess." I start to get up and put my clothes back on. "I meant what I said though, I want you to feed it to him." His tone has changed and he sounds really serious. "Are you for real? You want me to feed my boyfriend your cum?" He takes a step towards me and puts his hands around my waist. "Yeah, I do. Feed it to him, and then fuck him. And the next time he goes away, I want to come back and fuck you and hear all about it. Understood?" Something about this guy is just too much, and I like it. "Okay, I will." He kisses me and caresses my cheek. "See? What a good little cum dumpster you are." He flashes a grin and slaps my ass. As he walks towards the door I watch him go, not believing how turned on I am. No one has ever made me feel like this. So dirty, but so good. As he's getting in his car I call out to him, "I didn't seem to catch your name!" "It's Byron" he calls back. Perfect. Now I know what to scream out in the future. I close the door and go back to the pizza. It's a little worse for wear, but it actually could pass for eatable. I smooth out all of the pieces and throw two of them away to look like I had eaten them. Just as I'm putting the box in the kitchen, headlights across the wall. Chris is home! I run upstairs and hop in the shower, cleaning off the nastiness of the night. When I come back downstairs Chris is in front of the TV has found the pizza and has taken a big bite. "Hey sexy, did ya miss me?" he asks through his mouthful. "I sure did! I was so happy you were coming home, I even ordered you a pizza!"