4 comments/ 36823 views/ 8 favorites Have You Ever... By: virgin_sexpert Have You Ever... I look at you and my eyes wonder straight down to your pants. The zipper is pulled down just a tad but I would love to unzip you with my teeth and undo the button. I've been thinking about your cock all day. I thought about it as I worked out this morning, while I showered this afternoon, and now tonight you are gonna get it. I would love to get those pants down and see the bulge you have for me. What do you want me to do with that bulge baby? What can I do to make it bigger? Maybe I should take off my pants too... Honey how does being stroked and kissed at the same time sound to you? Driving our tongues into each other with my hand rubs and squeezes you through your boxers sounds delightful. Maybe you can stick your hand in between my legs as well so you can feel how wet this is making me. Can you feel my wetness through my white cotton panties? It's all for you. I want you so bad that my pussy is getting ready for you, it's begging for you! But I feel your cock also and it's begging for me. Do you like kissing my plump lips? I love it when you suck on my lips; it gives me a little taste of how you will suck on my pussy lips. Baby I want to wrap these big juicy lips around your cock. Are you ready for that? I want to slide down your body to my favorite place. When I pull down the rim of your boxers there is a delicious surprise ready to be tasted... Have you ever had a black woman suck your cock before? Call me whatever you want, but I love sucking cock, whatever color it is. But I don't want any cock, I want yours! I need you now in my mouth as deep as possible and as tight as possible. Mmmm, your cock looks so good—so thick and so hard. I grab that cock and bathe it with my tongue from balls to head. Gosh you are better than anything I have ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth. Once you are wet enough I pucker my lips and stroke your cock with them. I hope you don't mind if I suck your balls also, I don't want to exclude them, plus they fit just perfectly in my mouth. There is nothing better than your wet cock just getting wetter and harder... Do you like how I let your cock slip into my mouth? I can feel the head of your penis toughing the roof of my mouth and grazing my tongue. Once you are in there good I wrap my lips around you tightly and slide them up and down. Baby do you want me to suck you harder? I can make the suction of my mouth tighter for you if you would like. Or I can switch it up for you. I love sucking on your head really hard because I love the look on your face when I do it. Mmmm, your cock is getting so wet. Maybe after this I can put it in between my breast for you. How does nestling your wonderful cock in between my wonderful 34D tits sound? It sounds more than wonderful to me! Yeah Baby work that cock in and out of my mouth. Fuck my mouth like you want to fuck my pussy! Shove that cock deep into me... Don't stop me now; I am in the cock zone where nothing else matters except for making you cum. I want to sexually please you darling. Do you like what I am doing to you? Sucking your meaty cock with my mouth and hands? Do you like the added touch of me massaging your balls as I do so? I am enjoying myself way too much! I hope you are too. You say you want it harder and I am going to give it to you. I can hear myself sucking you and I can hear the sexy sounds that you are making. Are you about you about to cum baby? Where do you want to cum, in my mouth, on my face, or on my tits? Or do you want me to stop so you can ram that thing into my slippery pussy and cum inside of me? Whatever you want to do, your wish is my command... Your warm cum is all over me. The explosion was...epic, beautiful, and glorious! Oh man, I could surely do that again before the night ends. Baby I will never get my fill of that cock of yours ;) Have You Ever Been A Cum Rag? Have you ever been someone's cum rag? I don't mean, has anyone ever cum on you? I mean have you ever had an understanding with a grown man that he was going to cum on you, and that's all you were good for? Me neither...until yesterday. I'm 30, married, good looking, and very hairy. That's all you need to know about me. Well, maybe a few more things: 1. I secretly love cock and have experimented off and on since I was 18. 2. I get super horny when I smoke weed 3. I lose all control when I inhale poppers That pretty much summarizes everything you need to know. On to the story of yesterday... I've had an account with a cruising site for several years, but never uploaded a profile picture until about 2 months ago. The picture didn't include my face, but showed me on my knees wearing my wife's lingerie. The caption read, "Fucktoy waiting to be used" The effect of adding a picture was immediate and I started receiving a lot of interested messages from guys offering to lend their services. Most looked to be a little too old or out of shape for me, but I was flattered by the attention anyway. I started chatting with a few guys over email from time to time. Even though I've played with guys before, I'm paranoid about diseases and have some guilt about cheating on my wife, so I'd been hesitant to actually meet with anyone. One day I checked my inbox and saw a message simply titled, "Cum carpet." I was intrigued so I clicked to read it. The body of the email said: "Was just wondering why my cum should ever hit the floor with you around... Why don't you stop by sometime - maybe some evening- come in, strip naked and just lie on the floor for me to cum on? Very simple. No long tease session, just a simple whack off together with you as a cum rag for my daily cum shot. You get what you want, I get what I want. Win/win. You'd make a good cum carpet. " I was hard before I even finished reading the brief message. This guy had hit all my buttons. His language, his tone, even his very suggestion all screamed of confident dominance. I thought about his idea. It sounded so dirty. What kind of a cheap slut walks into a stranger's house and lies down on the floor to get cummed on? And not even for money, or anything. Simply because she likes it. Anyone that would allow themselves to be used in such a filthy, degrading way would have to be a slut of the highest order. A true cock loving, cum addicted, worthless piece of nothing. I was in. The next day my wife happened to be working a late shift so I smoked a joint and logged on. The guy was online. Without thinking about it, I shot him a quick "Hey." His reply was direct. "Come over" The weed was making me extra horny, and I thought about what to say next. His next message ended the debate. "I have poppers" My heart dropped into my stomach and my stomach leapt into my throat, as I realized all hope of backing out was gone. This was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I asked him, "What's your address?" He gave me the facts and I quickly looked them up online. He was about 10 minutes away. "Give me 20 minutes," I told him. "Door will be open," He said. "You know what you're supposed to do." I quickly ran upstairs and changed into my fucktoy uniform. This is the outfit I like to wear whenever I'm going to submit to my filthiest urges. The lingerie had belonged to my wife, but she had so much lingerie she didn't notice when a few things went missing. It consisted of a lacy, black and red, see-through negligee that came down just below my ass cheeks, black lace thong, fishnet stockings, and little black lace half-gloves that looked very naughty. My thick, black body hair was on display throughout. I ran out the door, hopped in my truck, and raced to his house. I parked on a side street and smoked two full bowls before heading to the house. I was high as a kite and my inhibitions were quickly slipping away. Just as I had planned it. I walked up to the house and found the front door open. I peeked in through the screen door and looked around. The entrance led directly into the living room, which was empty, but I could also see into the adjoining room. A man was sitting at his computer, fully dressed. I opened the screen door and stepped in. The man looked up at me and we made eye contact, neither of us said anything. I broke eye contact first and bowed my head in submission. That's when I saw a little brown bottle of clear liquid, sitting on a table to my left. Without any direction, I picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap. I made sure to exhale fully before lifting the bottle to my nose. I wanted to make sure I got a good hit. I covered one nostril and began to inhale slowly, switching nostrils after a few seconds. I held my breath and quickly replaced the cap on the bottle while I knew I still could. The effects started creeping in, slowly at first. I could feel the familiar warmth start to spread through my body. The poppers hit stage 2 once the warmth reached my groin. My thoughts collapsed into themselves, and my legs very nearly followed. I continued to stand there, eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, as my silent admirer watched. As soon as the poppers took hold, my purpose was clear. I removed the sweats I had thrown on and stood there in full uniform. He moaned in approval and whipped out his dick. Without hesitation, I walked to where he sat and dropped to my knees in front of him. My eyes locked on his thick, meaty cock and I had to resist the urge bury my face in his ball sack. Ordinarily, I would have, but today I wasn't here for that. I was here to be used as target practice and cleaning equipment. I was to become his cum rag. I lay on the ground, on my back, with my legs spread wide open, and started playing with my cock and balls. He stood up and removed his pants before kneeling next to my head. He proceeded to jerk his cock while exploring my hairy body with his eyes, and occasionally with his free hand. Sometimes he would slap his hard cock against my shoulder while he rubbed it. I focused on putting on a good show for him by rubbing my cock, pinching my nipples, licking my lips, whatever I could think of. I looked up at his face and saw pure lust. He was enjoying this. I took another big hit of poppers, and just then he flipped one leg over and straddled my head, facing my feet. His balls hung about 1 inch from my face. I was still holding my breath from the poppers and the feelings were getting intense. Just then, he lowered himself further, pressing his balls sack firmly onto my lips and nose before dragging his balls across every inch of my face from forehead to chin. I finally exhaled deeply and the poppers brought the reality of my situation flooding back. I had never met this stranger before in my life. I didn't know his name or what he did for a living. I certainly didn't know where his balls had been. Despite all that though, here I was letting him pleasure himself by degrading me, and loving every minute of it. I nearly exploded at the realization that I was actively fulfilling my fantasy of being used as another man's sex object. Overhead, I could hear his breath getting shorter and his stroking quicker. His balls were resting on the bridge of my nose, directly over my eyeballs. He started sliding them forward, very slowly. When he reached my mouth he lifted his sack slightly, hovering directly above my lips. My tongue shot out of my mouth, seemingly of its own will, and began to bathe his scrotum with long, deliberate strokes. He moaned loudly and started stroking even harder. He also lowered himself back down slightly. This time I was ready for it and I opened my mouth wide. I guess he wasn't expecting to feel his balls drop into my mouth because he cried out in pleasant surprise, "Holy fuck, yeah!" I started sucking his balls with gusto, and he was obviously responding to it. He started getting very verbal. "Oh yeah, you love sucking on those balls, don't you whore? Yeah, you're just a little dirty pig that wants to be used up. Isn't that right? Huh? You like feeling worthless?" He pulled his balls out of my mouth. "Answer me bitch!" "Yes!" I cried. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I love feeling fucking worthless!" "That's good," he said, "because you ARE fucking worthless." He spun himself around, straddling my chest, facing me now. He opened the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit in each nostril, then held the bottle for me. I breathed in as deeply as I could. As the effects kicked in I looked up at his cock with complete admiration. He was a real man, that's for sure. Suddenly, I saw the thick shaft rise up and come flying back down. I moaned like a whore every time he cock slapped me, which was a lot. He started talking again as he abused me. *SMACK* *Moan* "Jesus Christ, you really do like that, don't you? *SMACK* *Moan* "Does your wife know? Huh? Does your wife know what a whore you are?" *SMACK* *Moan* "Does she know that you're a complete degenerate? That you're completely addicted to being used like a fuck toy? Does she know that you'll suck a man's balls, just because he puts them in front of your face?" *SMACK* *Moan* "I'll bet she has no idea, does she? She has no clue that her husband is a worthless, sissy, bitch." *SMACK* *Moan* *SMACK* *Moan* *SMACK* *Moan* We continued to play like this for a few minutes, then he handed me the poppers again. "Take one more hit, a deep one, and hold it." I did as I was told and held my breath. He put his balls back in my mouth and started stroking furiously. The feelings of degradation were glorious. Just when I thought I couldn't hold my breath any longer he pulled his balls out of my mouth, moved back a little, and started to explode. His first two blasts landed all over my furry chest. It was thick, and white, and looked delicious. I exhaled and the poppers hit me hard. Just at that moment, his third and fourth blasts leapt out of his cock and landed directly on my face. The first hit my cheek, but the second landed directly on my hungry lips and I ravenously ate it up. He added 2-3 more good, heavy ropes to the mess on my chest. I was now stroking myself furiously and was almost at my climax. I was still foggy from all the poppers and my dick was only half-hard, but I knew I was close to blowing my own load. I had my eyes closed and was completely lost in my own world when I felt him start to spread his cum around on my chest, working it into my chest hair. He leaned his face over mine and placed his cum-covered hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked him in the eyes as I jerked off. "You're a worthless cum carpet." He told me, before suddenly spitting directly in my face. His spit landed on the side of my nose, just below my eye. This final act of humiliation triggered my explosion and my cock erupted with a volley of fresh cum that landed on my chest and stomach. As I lay there panting, trying to recover, I felt his fingers collect some of my cum and move towards my face. I instinctively opened my mouth, expecting that he wanted to feed it to me, but he had something else in mind. He put my cum on my forehead and spread it around. He continued transferring cum from my torso to my face, spreading it around and leaving me completely covered. The stench of filth was overwhelming. We silently went about putting our clothes back on. He offered me a towel, but I politely refused. I wanted to drive home caked in dry cum. As I moved towards the door he finally broke the silence. "Do you have any naked pictures of your wife?" Confused, I nodded hesitantly. "Good, bring them with you the next time you come over. I want to look at them while I cum on you. I want you to lay there while I look at her exposed body. I want you to know that you're exploiting that poor, innocent girl in order to satisfy your own twisted fetishes." I thought about what he'd just said, wondering if I could actually go through with something that sick. My eyes caught the little brown bottle sitting on the table. "Can I come back on Wednesday?" Have You Ever Been In Love? Have you ever been in love? I am not talking about the feeling that you get when you want to fuck someone’s brains out and then a few weeks later, you are over it and forget the person entirely. I am talking about true and honest love. The kind of love that does not die. I have been in love like that once. Hell, I still love him and it has been nearly a decade. I am starting to believe that a love like that never fades and that once you find your soul mate, then that is it. There is no other. There maybe some people who you love lot or even more then anything in the world, but not like the love that you shared with your soul mate. I had just been through a horrible relationship with a very bad breakup. It had scarred me deeply and I had been staying at home for over three months trying to get my life straight again. My friends had decided that I needed a “Girls Night Out”. So we lied to my parents (I was only 17 at the time) and went to the local hangout. I was there with my friends when this guy pulled in. We had never seen him before, but he just blew me away. He was wearing a white tank top, tight blue jeans, and boots. He was about 5’11 and thin, but built, and had the most amazing brown eyes that I had ever seen and long silky light brown hair with blonde highlights from working in the sun. His car was an older white Cutlass but it was so decked out and shined up, it looked like it was glowing in the moonlight. I asked around the place about him and only one girl knew him. I basically dragged her over and made her introduce him to me. His name was Shane and he lived in the next town over. He was staying with his mother for the weekend and decided to cruise around to see what there was to do in our little town. After talking for a few minutes he said that he had to leave and got in his car. I decided to follow him (I don’t even think that we really knew what stalking was at that time). I loaded up my friends and cruised around behind them. They thought that I was crazy, especially when I told them that he would be mine. I usually didn’t have that kind of esteem, but that night I knew what I wanted, I wanted him and I planned on doing anything in my power and then some to get him. I followed him until he stopped at the local convenience store. I got out to get something to drink and started talking to him again. We talked for a long time until he realized what time it was. He had to have his car home so he called his mom and got a later curfew. I convinced him to follow me to my friend’s house and then on to my house. I took him into introduce him to my mother. I figured that would be one hell of a test and he passed with flying colors. When it was time to go, I walked him out. I planned on giving him a kiss goodbye that he would never ever forget. After I moved in for the kill, so to speak (usually I was never this forward) he grinned and asked for my telephone number. We exchanged numbers and he asked me out for the next night which I instantly accepted. I went inside the house, the happiest that I had ever been. The next afternoon, he picked me up and we went to meet some of his friends and family. They were interesting and fun. I really liked them. Then he went to show me his favorite spot, a beautiful lake about a mile from his Dad’s house. He turned on the radio and started singing to me. I fell in love with his voice. Then we started making out and as far as I would let him go was to take my top off, nothing else. Being this free with someone was new for me. He later that night told me that he was glad that I had limits and was not “easy” like the rest of the girls that he knew. I was very happy to hear that since I was feeling guilty for going that far on our first technical date. We stopped at his Mom’s since he wanted me to see his guitar and hear him play. I was sitting on his bed, listening to him sing a Lynard Skynard song (he is the one that got me hooked on Southern Rock) when his mom came in. She flat out told us not to be fucking in her house. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I could not say anything. I had just met him, I didn’t know if I was going to fuck him or not. After that we left and he just kept apologizing to me about it. I told him not to worry about it and to let her think what she wanted. He took me home and we made plans go three wheeler riding the next afternoon on my parent’s farm. I went to bed thinking that I didn’t know if I believed in love at first sight, but what I did know was that if it felt like this, I wanted to feel like this forever. The next day, I took him three wheeler riding to my favorite spot. It was a small lake on my parents’ property. Not as big and grand as the one he took me too, but none the less it was quite and secluded and away from the world. We started making out again, and I let him get to the point of finger fucking me to an orgasm. I was not very experienced at that time, but I knew that I was hooked on him. I didn’t care if it was a crush, love or obsession, just knew that he was what I wanted. We went over to my friend’s house that I was riding around with the night that I met him. She pulled me off to the side and told me to be careful, that she didn’t trust him since he seemed too good to be true. She thought that since we just met that he was going to fuck me and leave me. I was mad that she was trying to make me paranoid of him, but didn’t let it show. The weekends with him were wonderful. Since he lived with his cousin in the other town over and had to go to school over there, we would talk on the phone at night. I learned so much about him. He decided to surprise me one weekend and tell me that he was moving in with his mom and changing schools so that we could be together. I was so happy and excited. I had never dated a guy that went to my school before, I always dated guys in the next towns over, that way if I didn’t like them and dumped them, I didn’t have to look at them all the time at school. But with Shane, that didn’t matter. I wanted to be as near to him as possible for a long as I could. I would pick him up for school and then take him to work afterwards. I started feeling bad about him having to work so hard and spend all of his money to go out on dates. That is when I got a job after school waitressing. The hours were perfect, so that I could go and pick him up after work and then go back to my house, fix supper, do our homework together and then take him home. It got to where he was so exhausted from working at the lumberyard that when he got to my house and ate supper he would pass out asleep in the living room floor. I ended up doing both sets of homework, not that I minded and cleaning up the house. I was very happy in the relationship so anything that I had to do to make it easier on us, I didn’t mind. On his birthday, I decided to surprise him. We fucked for the first time in his car. It was wonderful, and he said that it was the best present that anyone could have ever given him. He made me into a nymphomaniac. I had to have it from him constantly, any chance that we got. We ended up fucking many times in his mother’s house, in his car, in my car, in my parents’ car, in my parents’ house, out in the woods, in friends houses, just anywhere that we could. It was the happiest time in my life. I was in love, and totally carefree. One night he confessed to me about being molested as a child and we had to work through that together. It made us even closer as a couple. It was like our souls were linked and I always knew what he was feeling or thinking. It was nothing to wake up in the middle of the night and reach for the phone, picking it up with out it ringing and him being on the line calling me because he’d had a flashback or nightmare. That Christmas was my happiest one. Shane had bought me a promise ring and had hid it in a stuffed animal. He promised that as soon as school was out that we would get engaged and be married. We were already making plans and they consisted of the “American Dream”; 2 kids, a little white house and a dog. His stepfather came in one night after Christmas, drunk and fried on drugs. He blew up and beat Shane pretty badly. Shane ran over to the neighbors and called me. I was getting in my car to go and pick him up when my father stopped me and went with me. We loaded up everything that we could that was Shane’s and he started sleeping in our camper. We had a blizzard and the weather conditions were so bad that I begged my parents to let him stay on our couch. They agreed. I was so happy to have him there. He still went in to work while school was out. So I stayed at home cooking, cleaning and doing laundry since the restaurant was closed. It felt like we were really married in every way since my parents were never there. One day my father came in mad and made him work things out with his mother and stepfather. My father had heard that he was living with us and since my father was a minister he was mad at the thought of us ‘living in sin’. I told him that I was the one who had said it, and that what I had said was that he was staying with us on our couch. But he was too mad to believe me. I was heartbroken. That was when I learned that people could be such hypocrites. Shane said that he understood and that everything would be ok. That is when things started getting worse. A close friend of mine died in a car wreck. She had asked me to go with her that day, but I had other plans. I went into a major depression feeling like I should have been with her. She was the good one and I was the bad one, so I felt cheated to have been left here without her. This put a major strain on my relationship with Shane. My head was so fucked up and he was scared that something might happen to me, so he made the relationship more serious and more confining. I told him that I needed my space to figure out what I wanted and to make sure that this relationship was the one that was meant to be. I was so scared that years later, I would find the one that I was meant to be with and that there would be hell or that I would miss the one that I was meant to be with. We ended up breaking up. After we broke up his parents kicked him out. He found a trailer to rent and had to quit school and go to work at the sawmill full time just to be able to afford to live. I dated a few guys and was miserable. I missed him so much and regretted our breakup. I tried to get back together but he acted like he didn’t want to, so I gave up. I knew that I had lost the best thing to ever happen in my life and I started to believe that I was destined to be miserable. I started dating this really cute guy who turned out to be a real psycho. It was a very abusive relationship and I had it set in my mind that it was what I deserved. That I didn’t deserve to be happy and deserved to be miserable for hurting Shane like I did. This went on for a couple of years. When things were at their worst and I was getting beaten up, I ran to a friend and he called Shane to help. Shane made me realize that this was not normal and that I needed out. He promised me that when times were their roughest that he would always be there for me. The spark was still there and he told me that in his heart, he would always wait for me. I still loved him but I was so messed up that I didn’t want to ruin what could be with my problems. We kept talking from time to time, but we could never hook back up. I decided that I wanted to go on with my life. I got a job and met a man who I cared about. Dale and I went one night to see some friends and Shane was over there. It seemed to really hurt him, but my thought process back then was that if he had cared, then he would have tried to see me and let me know how he felt. Later I married Dale and a year later we had a child. We were over with the baby visiting friends when Shane came in. He saw me and was very happy. Then he saw the baby and my husband and looked very hurt. He quickly left. Word got back to me that a couple of weeks later that he had married the woman of his son child that was born about a year after we broke up. (I had always felt cheated that she got to have his son and I didn’t. The first time that I saw his son, I wanted to take him home with me. He was a very happy kid and very lovable, looking just like his father.) I was hurt, but I figured that we were never meant to be and that if he was happy, then I was happy for him. His happiness was all that mattered to me. My friend’s wife told me about him getting drunk one night stating that he wished that we had never broke up and how his life would be so different right now if we had stayed together. I had to agree with him on that. But she also noticed that every time he sees me, 9 months later his wife pops out another kid. We all have to wonder if he is grudge fucking her, thinking about me. How I wish that things had turned out differently for us. I wish I could go back and do it all over again because I would in a heartbeat and this time I would not be so scared of commitment. This time I would go through hell and back to stay together if I knew that I could be as happy as we were before things got so fucked up. Have You Ever Been Teased? Have You Ever Been Teased? Have you ever been teased until you could not take it anymore? This is what I would do to you if you were here with me. I would lay you down on you back, naked in the middle of the bed. I would lie naked next to you and softly kiss the side of your neck while my hand softly slides over you skin, awakening your senses. My hand glides over your stomach, making circles around your navel, touching you ever so softly. My lips kissing up and down your neck lightly. My fingers move inch by inch up your stomach until they are just below your breasts. My fingers slide over and move softly up and down the side of your rib cage, tickling you ever so slightly and making the hairs on your body stand on end. My mouth moves behind your ear and my hot breath blows softly on your neck as I kiss your ear. My hand moves to the other side of your ribs, moving ever so softly up and down, barely touching your skin. You wiggle at the touch of my hand and moan softly. Your legs spread slightly, letting me know that you want me to touch you between your legs, but it is not time yet. After moving my fingers up and down your side for a minute, my hand returns to your stomach and slowly inches up to the bottom of your breasts. My hand traces the bottom of one breast then the other. I cup the bottom of one breast and massage it then do the same to the other breast. Your nipples are hard and wanting to be touched. I slither my tongue up and down the side of your neck from your shoulder blade up to the nape of your neck to the back of your ear then suck on your ear lobe as my index finger circles your outer areola of your left breast. I make small circles around the areola feeling the bumps standing firm around your breast. I hear you moan softly again as your eyes rest closed. My body moves and my body straddles your waist. The weight of my body rests on my feet so that I am almost hovering over your body, yet slightly touching your lower stomach. I reach back and very lightly run a finger over your mound moving back and forth until I am just above your clitoral hood. After lightly touching your mound a few seconds, I refocus my attention on your upper body. My hands massage the sides of your neck, and softly move over your shoulders. Your shoulders shrug up slightly in response to my touch. Both of my hands trace your collar bone and slide down to the top of your breasts. I massage the top of your breasts with my hands for several seconds. You open your eyes and look at me with a hint of lust in them. I smile softly at you and lick my lips. Your eyes close once again. My fingers slide down your breasts and I finally touch your hard nipples lightly. I use the tip of my index finger and run it over the tip of your hard nipples. My fingers make tiny circles on the tip of your nipples. Knowing you want more, I take both of your nipples between my fingers and softly roll your hard nipples with my fingers. Soft, joyous sensations run through your nipples. Your breathing starts to slowly increase as your body is being primed. After a minute, I massage your breasts in my hands, alternating between kneading them and rolling your breasts in my palms. My hands then slide up and down the top of your body from your shoulder bone, down over your breasts, over the top of your stomach and back down to your navel. My fingers softly make circles around your lower stomach and back up your body to your shoulders several times, moving inch by inch. My fingertips move over your shoulders and slide very gently up and down the outside of your arms three times before sliding down your rib cage once more. I adjust my hips even lower until my hips are pressed against your hips. I lay on top of you and softly kiss your lips. You kiss back lightly in response to my soft, short kisses. My hands muss through your hair and massage the back of your neck while I lightly kiss your mouth. I spend a couple of minutes kissing you before my mouth moves down your shoulder blade and starts kissing the top of each breasts. My mouth moves back and forth from one side to the other, leaving a light kiss mark until I reach your nipples. I surround one nipple with my lips and suck on it very softly so that my lips are hardly touching the nipple. With the other hand, I lightly press your hard nipple between my thumb and index finger, sending waves of pleasure through your breasts. After spending a good amount of time on one nipple, I switch and start sucking on the other nipple and using my other hand to softly squeeze your other nipple. Making sure that you are enjoying the touch of my wet lips and fingers is my primary focus. The sound of your soft moans are coming more often. I am ready to move on. My hips slide further down your body and I move in between your legs. I plant soft kisses down the center of your chest until my mouth leaves a snail trail down to your navel. I allow the tip of my tongue to press slightly inside your navel until it moves down to your mound. I sit between your legs now and softly run my fingertips up and down your upper thighs moving from the outside, inward until my hands are lightly touching your inner thighs. I notice moisture between your spread legs and lick my lips in anticipation. Slowly making tiny circles, my fingers massage your inner thighs just below your outer labia down to the back of your knees. Wanting better access to your inner thighs, I use my hands to push your legs up until you are supporting your legs with your feet placed flat on the bed, your legs pointing outward. My thumbs slowly massage your inner thighs working from the outside, inward until I am a mere inch from your outer labia which are now filled with blood and starting to spread. I can see your clitoral hood starting to peak through your spreading lips. Your bright pink inner labia are starting to expose themselves as I continue massaging your inner thighs. You moan softly and tell me how good my fingers feel on your inner thighs. I see milky drops forming on the bottom of your vagina. I can tell you are enjoying my touch on your inner thighs. You are anticipating my future path inward. I do not let you down, well partially. My fingers continue to move inward until they are touching your outer labia. At this point, I use my index fingers to run up and down the length of your outer labia, massaging each one of them with my finger. Your outer labia feel so soft and smooth to the touch. I feel a little wetness on my fingertips. You encourage me with a couple more moans and a warm smile. I move my fingers inward and slowly massage your inner labia moving my finger tips up and down the length of your vagina, careful not to touch your clitoral hood. Do you want me to touch your clitoral hood? Is that a yes you whisper? I move my fingers down to the very bottom of your vagina and softly make circles with my fingertips around your rosebud. The way your anal opening puckers up makes me smile. I use my thumbs to massage your anal opening a few seconds then move my hands outward and massage your butt cheeks. I know you don't want me to move outward, but it is all part of awakening your body. Doesn't it feel good when I massage your ass cheeks? Knowing what you really want, I move my fingers back toward the center and massage your inner thighs a few seconds once again, then move in and trace your outer labia. My fingers continue to move inward and massage your inner labia. Your lips have spread even more and are now showing my your inner most entrance and exposed your clitoris, which is starting to peak out of it's protective hood. I use the tip of my index finger to very lightly massage the tip of your clitoral hood. Your hips raise off the bed and I pull my hand away. I know you want me to press harder, but not yet. If you move your hips then I remove my fingers. So keep your hips on the bed. Yes, I know it is hard to do. My finger massages the very tip of your hood, making tiny circles. Mmm. I love the sound of your soft, sweet moans. You beg me to press harder, but it is not yet time. I use my thumbs to massage your mound for several seconds as your legs instinctively spread open wider. I now slide down so that I am laying on my stomach between your legs. My hands hold the bottom of your upper thighs, just below your butt cheeks as my lips begin kissing your inner thighs, planting soft, tiny kisses ever so slowly. My quick kisses move from one thigh to the next, going around in circles. Yes, that is it, moan for me. You are starting to turn me on as well. I love the smell of your sweet, intoxicating vagina. I lean in and blow hot air over your labia. Your hips raise up ever so slightly in response. It is time for me to give you some pleasure so I run my tongue in circles around your outer labia, making several big "O"s. No, I do not touch your clitoris, yet. My tongue slithers inside my mouth and I plant kisses on your vagina lips and lower mound for a few seconds before I use my tongue to touch the very bottom of your vagina opening. I softly lick up the drops of juice that are starting to drip out from inside you. My tongue runs lightly up the length of your inner labia and stops just before touching your clitoris. I make a nice wet circle around the outlines of your clitoris, but am careful not to touch it. That would bring you too much joy at this moment. As my tongue slides back down your inner walls, your hips start to raise. I pull my tongue away. It is not time to delve inside just yet. I know you want it. I know you hate being teased like this, but you love it just the same. Three times I repeat the motions up your slit, around your outer clitoral walls and back down the insides of your inner labia. You cannot seem to keep your hips on the bed, with good reason, so I slide my hands from underneath your legs up over your legs from the outside inward and massage your inner thighs with my hands while I blow soft, warm air on your vagina once again. You grown in displeasure of the teasing so I will give you more of what you want. I push just an inch of my tongue inside your vagina. Your hips try to raise, but I hold them down to the bed. Just relax and enjoy. Let's not rush this. Trust me, in the end you will thank me. I push my tongue an inch deeper and hear you release a long, soft moan. My tongue goes a little deeper and I wiggle it around inside, collecting as much of your juices on the tip of my tongue as I can. Now it is time for some fun. I run my tongue up the length of your inner walls until I reach your swollen, aching clit. I run the length of my tongue very softly up your clit until I reach the tip. I freeze and enjoy your moan, feeling your hips try to rise up again. I slide my tongue back down your clit so softly that you can barely feel my tongue touching it. You can feel the waves of pleasure flow through your body none the less. Now that you are enjoying my tongue on your vagina, it is time for me to refocus my energy on your nipples. I move from between your legs back to beside you. I lay next to you and kiss you deeper, more passionately. My hand roves all over your body, touching and feeling you. Don't you like the feeling of my hand all over your body? I kiss your neck once more before I slide down a few inches and return to kissing and sucking on your nipples. While my mouth is busy with your nipples, my hand slides down past your belly button and massages your mound. I feel your hips rise, begging my hand to continue downward and it does. My index and middle finger begin massaging your outer labia as my wet lips suck on your hard, swollen nipple. My hand moves inward and is now massing your inner labia. Every few times of sliding up and down I will randomly push a finger inside your vagina a few inches and feel your walls grasp onto it. Are they telling me to stay inside? I push my finger a little deeper inside your vagina and feel your hot warmth surround my finger. It feels so good that I moan on your nipple. Yes, I can hear your moans. They sound wonderful to my ears. I now slide my finger back up your inner labia and circle your clit softly. Your hips rise and I allow them to stay suspended off the bed as my finger softly circles your clitoris. Doesn't that feel oh so good? Mmmm. That is good to hear. Are you ready for the next step? I slide your clitoris between my index and middle finger and pinch it very lightly. You let out a loud moan and raise your hips up as high as you can. I slide your clit back and forth between my two fingers. The joy of pleasure runs through your clit. Is it pushing you close to an orgasm already? You press my head down and I know that means it is time to return between your legs. It is my pleasure to do so. I now pick up the pace a little and run my tongue up the full length of your vagina and slowly slide it over your clit. Now I suck your clit inside my mouth and suck on it for just a second. I can see your juices really starting to flow now. Your moans are growing longer and louder. I can hear your breathing getting short. Tell me what you want. What is that? You want me to finger you and suck on your clit? Okay, as you command. I slide a finger slowly, inch by inch inside you as my tongue starts to twirl around your clit. Your hips are starting to buck against my face so I wrap my hands around your legs once more, but this time I pull back your mound and fully expose your clit. I suck it inside my warm mouth and lightly flick my tongue around it as my finger slowly pushes deep inside you then slowly pulls back out only to push back in again. I can feel your fluids flowing regularly now. Your inner walls are milking my finger, trying to pull it in deeper and deeper. The warmth inside your body grows stronger and your body begins to wiggle back and forth as my finger exits your vagina and you feel nothing but my hot breath against your wetness. You beg me to continue as your body anticipates being pleased further. I hold your mound taught and lightly lick the tip of your clit slowly with the tip of my tongue. Your hips jolt with each touch of my tongue on your clit. You feel pulsing waves of joy rush from your clit to all the nerve endings of your body each time my tongue laps your swollen clit. "More" you softly whisper. I increase the speed of my tongue, licking you faster and swirling my tongue in circles around your clit. Your hips are grinding against my face. I release your mound and allow my hands to slide underneath you, grabbing hold of your butt cheeks. You feel my hands squeeze, causing your hips to push forward and lock into place as my tongue continues to flicker around your aching clit. Your moans fill the room and you can feel your orgasm getting close. If my tongue continues to pleasure your clit, it won't be long until your body succumbs to the pleasures and gives you a strong orgasm. I slide one finger up your ass hole and tease the first inch of your spread vagina. My finger adds to your pleasure, though you want to feel it deeper inside you. Your hips are bucking against my face and your body is twisting every which way. I can tell by your breathing and frequent moans that you are on the cusp of having an orgasm. "Nooooooooo" you moan as you feel me slide up your body. I give you a long, wet kiss, allowing you to taste your own juices before I straddle your hips once more. My hands move to your breasts and massage them with slow, caressing strokes. You enjoy the sensations but want more, need more. You do your best to push me back down between your legs with your hands, but I avert your motions. You can feel your impending orgasm start to withdraw, leaving you horny and desperate. After a minute of massaging your breasts, my hands run over your ribs and stomach before I make a 180 degrees turn and now straddle your legs with my back to your face. My hands spread your legs wide open and I softly run my fingers over your wet pussy, randomly sliding a finger inside your vagina and sliding my wet finger over your clit every so often. My teasing is just enough to keep you on the edge of coming, but not steady enough to push you over the boiling point. You massage my back, trying to entice me to do more. I continue running my finger over your inner lips, dipping a finger an inch inside you and grazing your clit every few times my fingers move up and down your lips for what seems like forever. Ready to please you, I turn you so that you are laying on the side of the bed, your legs hanging over the edge. You raise your feet and plant them on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide. I hold your feet in place as my tongue returns to your pussy. I lap your juices up, moaning at the wonderful taste, dipping my tongue deep inside of your vagina. The feeling of my hot tongue slithering around inside you excites you. You tell me how good that feels. "Are you ready to come?" I ask. "Yes. Oh YES!" you reply. My tongue kicks into high gear as my mouth sucks your clit into my mouth. You can feel the tongue swirling all over your clit, moving with purpose. I release one of your feet and the foot falls over the side of the bed. Two fingers slide inside of your and slowly fuck you. The contrast of my slow fingers and quick tongue slightly confuses your body. Your hips are pumping as if you are bouncing your hips to the beat of a song in a dance club. Your moans are long and loud. I am so turned on right now. Your muscles are clenching in preparation for your long awaited orgasm. You can feel your body dripping with sweat, hot like a pizza oven. You are gasping for air as your moans slide off your tongue. You want nothing more than to reach an orgasm, but you feel my tongue and finger retreat at the very last second. Your hips drop to the bed. I wait a second, then lick the length of your smooth vagina, quickly coming in contact with your clit before pulling away. The touch of my tongue causes your hips to raise quickly once more, keeping you on the edge of the cliff. I wait a second before licking up your slit again. Over and over I repeat this process. After four times, I change it up and tease the entrance of your vagina with the tip of my thumb. I feel your hips push against my hand but my finger retreats, not allowing more to go inside you. I push a little further inside before removing my finger. Again I push my finger inside you, going two inches deep, then retreat. Next is three inches then my finger retreats. Your hips raise anticipating me to delve inside once more, but I pause a second, waiting until your hips fall to the ground before I bury all of my finger inside you, causing your hips to bolt into the air once more. "Quit teasing. Please make me come." You whine. I slowly lap at your clit as I hold my finger deep inside your. I can feel your inner walls clenching my finger, your juices gushing. You are on the edge and ready to come once again when I freeze my body and stop all action. You groan loudly and I know you are not pleased. I know you cannot take much more of this teasing. My finger and tongue go from zero to sixty in an instant. My tongue feverishly lashes all around your clit and my two fingers bang inside your vagina. You scream loud enough to fill the room as your body instantly responds. Your hips lock in the air, both your feet clinging to the edge of the bed. I allow you to finally jump off the ledge. You feel a strong, stomach clenching orgasm rock your body. You juices gush from inside you as your body shudders like you are having a seizure. My tongue continues to slide over your sensitive clit and you feel my warm lips surround it, sucking on it. My fingers reach up and press against your g-spot. You feel as second and then a third orgasm begin just as the last one starts to fade. Each orgasm hitting you like waves crashing onto the beach. Have You Ever Been Teased? You can no longer breath. "Enough! Enough!" you exclaim. I withdraw from your vagina and climb up next to you on the bed. You pull me close and cuddle up to my body. I hold you in my arms and feel your chest rising and falling. Your body is covered with sweat, making you slippery and hard to hold tight. "How was that?" I ask. "Holy shit!" you reply.