1 comments/ 59641 views/ 3 favorites Wishful Thinking By: mixoscopist ******************************************* This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. ******************************************* My fucking of Madhu last night was really incredible. After a long time, I finally felt like I really can fuck, that this is how I would like to be able fuck a woman every time -- and yes, there are still lots of those: her sister, a couple of their cousins, some friends, relatives, some of the maids. Even if it's only ever going to be in my imagination. Last night, with Madhu, though, it wasn't just fantasy. The morning's massage helped a very great deal. The stomach was clear, the knots in my back and shoulders had gone and I felt strong and fit. I'd kept light at dinner so I wasn't feeling very bloated. Before I left for dinner I was feeling a whole lot hornier, and it seemed to have waned a little by the time we got back around 11:15. Madhu was pretty much on the cusp and had I not insisted, it could well have gone into yet another night of aridity. As it happened, it didn't take much to get her turned on. I was naked and waiting and already had a moderate hard-on. I'd used a novocaine-based spray on my cock-head to avoid any danger of cumming too early. This one is very good, quite without taste or odour, unlike the brand I used earlier. She came out of the bathroom a minute or so later in her white lacy bra and panties, looking gorgeous. The curtains were pulled wide. Standing near the small desk, we caressed each other gently, kissing sexily with wide open mouths and lots of tongue. Her breasts were already heavy with excitement. I turned her around and pressed my lips to the nape of her neck -- a sure-fire turn-on. She moaned softly and leaned against me. I lifted and squeezed her breasts and then slid her bra-straps down her arms. Her breasts were gorgeous in my hands, full and heavy and laden with lust. Even then, with my cock in full erection, I remember feeling distanced from the present and thinking how fantastic it would be to see her like this with another man -- one of the trainers from the gym, maybe, or a handsome young servant, or even my email friends, Raju or Ajay. Especially Raju. I imagine he'd be tall and wide-shouldered and lean and hard-bodied and capable of fucking her mercilessly and hard, which is just how I would like her to be taken. I slid my hand down her belly and found that she'd taken off her panties. Her cunt was very wet already, which is always a good sign. I squeezed her breasts again and pushed my finger into her mouth and she sucked and licked it sexily, moistening it for me to rub on her nipple. She pressed her butt back against me and squeezed my cock between her butt cheeks. One day I really want to fuck her up the ass. Or, better still and as always, to watch a young servant do it. And then to fuck her mouth, of course, and cream in her face. Meanwhile, I rolled my palms over her nipples while gently pushing my cock in and out between her butt cheeks. She turned around in my arms and unhooked her bra. Her breasts are really wonderful -- the sheer weight and heft of them gives me a hard-on, not to mention her incredible cleavage when she totes it in a low-necked shirt, blouse or even one of those wretched caftans. Her stubby nipples were nut-hard. I felt her shudder and moan. I bent my head and squeezed one of her breasts into my mouth, whipping her hard nipple with my tongue. Her hand came down to my face and I opened my mouth and she slid her middle finger into my mouth and ran it in and out as if she was fucking it till I had it fully wet, before running it over her other nipple. It was incredibly sexy. I slid my finger down between her legs and arched my finger into her cunt. It was warm and wet and tight in there. I felt her cunt closing on my finger and her hips moving back and forth. She moved back onto the desk on her own accord, surprising me -- she doesn't often do that. I continued tormenting her breasts and then moved down between her thighs, lifting them high and wide in my hands. Her cunt was dripping sweetly. We paused to move the clutter and I went back to between her legs. I took my time tongue-fucking her: I pressed my tongue firmly into her crack and held it there and then let it ripple slowly up. She moaned and arched and her hands flew to her breasts in ecstasy. I flickered my tongue in her cunt. Her thighs trembled and butterflied in and out. I drove my tongue in deeper, and then stopped, letting it ripple up and out of her cunt, gently contouring around her mons and pubis. "OHHHHHH yes!" she gasped. I slid my finger into her cunt right up to the knuckle. She moaned and her hips rose, her feet on the edge of the desk. Up and up she lifted her hips and I gripped and squeezed her buttocks and again pushed my tongue into her crack. It was wide open, utterly helpless now. I could do what I wanted with it. "Stop, oh god please stop!" she groaned as I flicked her clit and sucked on it. Her hand fluttered down to her crotch and pulled her cunt-lips open wider for me. I pushed my tongue deeper into her cunt. It tasted wonderful. She moaned. I stopped, torturing her, loving the sound of her gasping moan. Oh, if only I could see her like with a lowly servant or Raju! "Stay there ... fuck yourself," I murmured. She obeyed. I sped across the room and fetched the dildo. When I returned she was still on her back, masturbating dreamily, her finger caressing her clit. I moved around to the side of the desk and pushed my cock to her face and turned her head to my crotch. She sucked my cock hungrily. In the low light, I could see my cock distending her face. Her head rocked back and forth. I squeezed her breasts and caressed her face, enjoying the feel of her lips encircling my shaft and cock-head. I took the vibrator and pushed it into her mouth with my cock. She moaned and sucked the ersatz cock. "C'mon, suck hard!" I grunted. "Keep sucking my cock!" She moaned and went back to sucking me. I pushed her body onto her back again and, turning on the vibrator, ran it over her breasts and into her armpits. She moaned deep in her cock-filled mouth, sucking me even harder. It felt incredible and perhaps even better because I wasn't in any danger of coming. I continued fucking her mouth and slowly ran the buzzing vibrator down her body. Her legs flapped open. I pushed the vibrator down her slit. "MMMMphmmmm," she went, her body arching again. Slowly, I turned it back and slid it into her cunt. "Oh fuck yes!" she breathed before taking my cock in her mouth and sucking harder and harder. I switched off the vibrator and began frigging her with it. Her hips trembled and writhed on the table. I turned it on. She gasped and arched again. I drew it out and pushed it in again as much as I could and began running it in and out, in and out, then pulled it up and pressed it to her clit. "Stop, stop," she gasped. "God please stop!" I relented, but made her keep sucking my cock. "C'mon, fuck me now," she said to my utter delight. I fucked her on her back on the little table and it was wonderful to hear her moans at this position. She slid down a bit and I squeezed my cock smoothly into her cunt and bent slightly over her. I was in no hurry. I felt strong and in complete control. "Oh god yes!" she breathed. "Oh god, this is so good in this position!" I began fucking her slowly and unhurriedly. I could feel my cock grinding down her clit. I took my time, rolling my hips from side to side, mashing her cunt-flesh and then stroking in and out. "Yes! C'mon! C'mon!" she cried as I fucked her. I went faster. Her body jerked with my thrusts. I relished the sight of her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing with my thrusts -- god, it looked so sexy! Again I felt myself distanced, a fly on the wall, somewhere up near the ceiling looking down at the two heaving bodies and, of course, it wasn't me I saw fucking Madhu but a servant, or perhaps even Ravi, my masseur of the morning with his dark good looks, his broad, hard body and flat belly. I imagined it was a servant with a really big cock, fucking her really hard like this ... "Yeh, c'mon, take it!" I grunted, holding her hips and ramming myself into her cunt. I was in no danger of coming. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" she moaned and began to come much too soon as she so often does. I ignored her orgasm. I was now fucking her for myself and my head was filled with visions of her as a whore and a slut, fornicating with other men. It drove me wild. I fucked her harder, thrusting powerfully in and out of her cunt, savouring the sight of my thrusts bouncing her body on the table (I actually made it creak), her breasts bouncing as I pounded in and out of her. I slowed down for a brief respite, rocking unhurriedly in and out of her cunt, which made her moan. After a bit, I spread her legs wider and folded them back. I leaned forward, bending her legs steeply back and pulling them wide and began fucking her hard again with deep, lunging thrusts. I felt my cock rebounding off the back of her cunt. She gasped and cried out, in some discomfort I believe, but I really didn't care. I felt like I could go on like this for a long time. I remember thinking what it might feel like to have her cousin Pallavi like this on this very table. I could see us now, my wife's gorgeous cousin whimpering, her full breasts bouncing, her lovely face creased in lust. Or perhaps Alisha, desperate for sex with me. Still I didn't come. Madhu protested. "It's going to take some fucking," I said. "Not so soon!" We moved to the bed and I made her mount me. Her cunt still felt tight but that could have been because my cock felt so huge. I was still a distance from my cum. To begin with, I held still and forced her to move. She moaned but obeyed -- as I imagined she would her illicit naukar-lover -- rearing up and looking utterly gorgeous, her full breasts thrust out and head flung back, her belly sucked in and her hips swirling in circles and grinding back and forth. "You're going to cum again," I announced. "Oh god," she moaned, but didn't protest when I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Oh god yes, fuck me!" We moved up slightly and I drew my legs up behind her and began fucking her hard. Her body tossed and bounced on my lap. Her breasts bounced and swung over my face and I squeezed them hard, craning my neck to suck hard on one nipple and then the other. I really didn't care if I was hurting her or not. I went faster and now, for the first time, I could actually hear my thighs slapping at her buttocks. She winced and cried out but I couldn't have cared less. "Yeh, c'mon, take it! Oh fuck yes, yes!" I grunted. I kept going, fucking her hard, mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous breasts bouncing over my body. I squeezed them hard and then held her shoulders and began yanking her body down on my lap with each upthrust of my hips. She moaned loudly and cried out in some discomfort. I didn't give a shit. I was just thinking of her in heat as a slut and how a young naukar stud or my masseur Ravi would make her whimper like this, how much she would crave and love it. It was fantastic. I could tell she was tiring and it became clear that I would have to quicken matters and bring my own cum forward or lose it altogether because she wouldn't have been able to sustain this for much longer. I pushed it as much as I could, hammering my hips up and down beneath her before letting go. The cum was sweet, thick, sustained but not so much that I am drained this morning. I would have been happy to have another right away. If only I could get her to cheat on me! Oh, if that would only happen! What joy! What would I not give to see a young, dark, hard-bodied, hot-blooded naukar mounting my wife and fucking her to exhaustion! ------------------------------------------ Comments are, of course, welcome. This story is copyright Mix O'Scopist, 2001-2005. Please do not republish, repost, transmit or distribute without permission (which will be readily granted, without fee, but only on condition that the authorship is acknowledged and credit lines and copyright notices, including this one, are retained intact). ------------------------------------------- Wishful Thinking "It's ok. You can tell me anything," he would say as he wrapped his arms around me giving me much needed comfort. Well that's how it went in my dream anyway. Unfortunately real life is not something we get to control and the look of total disgust on Wesley's face as I told him that I was HIV positive was enough to make me physically ill. His bags were packed the next day and off he went to break another poor slob's heart. I on the other hand sunk into total despair and self-pity. Yes I know, I know that's not going to help but boy it sure felt great and very justified! I went about my days at work like a robot, (I work at a hospital by the way) until my patients started to notice I was not myself and began asking questions. Those I had known for a while knew I was gay and started making little comments like "So doc which one of these hospital hunks broke your heart"? They were not far wrong! I didn't have to disclose my status to the hospital but I found myself becoming extra careful about contact with patients and I knew there was no way in hell they would get "it" that way but I just couldn't help myself. My dearest friend in the world finally cornered me and pretty much demanded to know what my problem was. Ok that's it...I totally lost it. "My problem? My problem?!! I'll tell you what my bloody problem is" I screamed in his face. " I found out last month that I am HIV positive and your mate, my now ex-boyfriend walked out because he was too disgusted to stay! That's what my problem is"!! Before Mike could say anything I stormed off. Whenever I find myself loosing control the first place I head to is the beach. It was just the way I like it, stormy looking and gray. In my scrubs I started to run as fast as I could up and down the beach like a total idiot. Luckily for me Mike knew where I would be and stopped me before I could either pass out or throw up. His arms went around me and his fingers stroked my hair. Now this was how Wesley was supposed to react I told myself. "Just do it" He whispered, giving me the permission to cry that I would never give myself. I sobbed like a baby at the unfairness of life and the brokeness of my heart. We sat together for hours afterwards talking and watching the sinking sun. Mike reached out and gently took my hand in his. "You know, he said quietly "I would never treat you like Wesley did." My mouth fell open at the implication of that whispered statement. I turned slowly towards Mike and for the first time in our seven years together as the two musketeers I really looked at him. His soul swam in his eyes and the sweet way his top lip curled when he smiled. Why did I not see this before? That's what comes from looking with your eyes and not your heart. Trusting that he meant what he said I leant in and took his face in my hands and brought our lips together in a time-stopping kiss. At first I think we were both shocked that we were actually kissing but then true feelings took over and we were powerless to stop. A small moan escaped Mike and I knew he was feeling the same things I was. Drawing back all I did was look questioningly at him and he tugged on my hand in response. Pulling me to my feet Mike enveloped me against his chest and judging by how fast his heart was racing this meant as much to him as it did to me. I looked up into those beautiful green eyes and saw nothing but trust and love. I had a million questions but I didn't want to know the answers to any of them. One of Mike's biggest gripes against me was that I was always over-analyzing everything, that I never went with the flow so the fact that I was now about to make love with my best friend should make him very proud! A smile spread across my face at this thought and he actually blushed! I guess he was thinking the same thing! Well they say great minds think alike. He bent his head to mine and captured my lips once more this time with more insistence and passion. We both became instantly hard and went on autopilot rubbing against each other. This time it was me who broke the kiss. Breathing hard and with flushed cheeks I managed to pant out "If we take this much further I am going to throw you down and rape you here on the sand"! Mike wiggled his eyebrows in a comical response. "I've always wanted to make love in the great outdoors". Trying very hard to keep my hands to myself I led Mike over to where our cars were parked. "Ok well as talented as you are obviously are you can't come with me and drive your car so let's meet at my place ok"? Mike nodded in agreement and even though it was only ten minutes to my house it seemed to take forever. I hadn't even turned the car off and Mike was there dragging me out and carrying me to my front door. We managed to get inside the house with minimum fondling. He turned serious for a moment and deposited me gently on my couch. "I want this to be for always not just some fling so you can get Wesley out of your system. I have loved you from the first moment our eyes met and as much as it will hurt then if this can't be forever I don't want it." The thought of hurting Mike made my blood run cold. Commitment didn't scare me but the thought of leaving Mike alone did. I wasn't sick yet but what if....? Mike took my long pause as a sign that the answer was no and stood to go. My heart was screaming "for God's sake don't let him leave" and my head was telling me quite calmly that he needed a healthy person to fall in love with. Hey I said I was a Dr I never said I was smart when it came to doing the right thing for love. I could deal with the pain of my own loneliness but having Mike hurting like that was something that I could not deal with. I opened my mouth to say all of this just as the door quietly closed. Ok what just happened? If I were a violent person I would have beaten the shit out of myself! I ran to the door and flung it open just as Mike was backing out of the driveway and began to chase him. Then there was an awful screeching sound, a blinding pain in my lower half and....nothing. Why is my hand aching? Peeling my eyes open I found the source of my discomfort. Mike had a death grip on my left hand that was slowly turning my fingers blue. "Ease up a bit will ya." I croaked out and discovered that yes you can swallow razor blades and survive. Mike jumped to his feet and bought some ice chips to my mouth. Tears leaked slowly from the corners of his eyes and I longed to reach out and wipe them away but my body wouldn't obey. Mike sagged tiredly in his chair and looked like he couldn't decide whether to slap me or hug me. "Why did you go and do such a bloody stupid thing like that for"? He asked roughly. And lent down before I could reply and kissed me. I opened my eyes and looked directly into his exhausted green ones. "I was stopping you from leaving actually...I guess it worked huh". I tried dismally to smile but I couldn't pull it off. "The reason I didn't answer you before was because the thought of leaving you alone hurt worse than not having you in my life and Mike what if I get sick, I don't want you playing nurse maid to me when you should be enjoying your life." Mike ran his hands through his hair and sighed deeply. "God you are so bloody stupid sometimes! Do you realize that you will probably die of old age before you die of anything aids related? Unless of course I kill you first"! I began to reply but one look from Mike promptly shut me up. " We are in this together you moron and whether you like it or not I am not going anywhere! Taylor I love you don't you get that by now? Even if we only get two years together isn't that worth fighting for"? My God this guy is gorgeous when he's angry! I tried to hold my hands up as a gesture of defeat but darn it my arms were made of lead! I settled for shaking my head slowly and whispering "Don't leave me ok. No matter what don't leave me". And yes once again I found myself bawling like a baby. Hey I'm an emotional kind of guy! Mike growled softly in exasperation and kissed me hard on the lips and hugged me as gently as he could. "When you get out of here you'd better be totally healed because we may just break stuff"! Six Months Later... "Hey babe I'm home". I loved hearing those words from Mike! I was making his favorite dinner and in danger of burning the house down when two strong arms lifted me off my feet. My body responded without any help from me when Mike began to kiss me passionately. I mumbled something about the stove still being on and we stumbled to the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. We had to move carefully because my leg was still healing and my lower back still had large ugly bruises but that didn't put a damper on our love life believe me! My hands were shaking as I practically tore Mike's shirt off and fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. His body wasn't stereo-typically perfect but it was beautiful to me and it responded to my touch like an instrument being played by a master. Mike's nipples were sensitive and obviously directly linked to his cock because blowing on them gently produced immediate results! I kissed my way across his chest delighting in the little shivers I created along the way. Mike's small whimpers of pleasure urged me on and I continued my assault on his delicious body. Breathing in his masculine sent I licked and sucked my way down to his leaking cock and then much to his dismay I avoided touching it all together. He tried to direct me with his hands but failed miserably. I wanted him totally at my mercy and begging for release when and if I decided to grant it. I spread his thighs and suckled on his balls, rolling them around with my tongue and sucking on each in turn. He sucked his breath in as my tongue invaded every crevice. I moved to his puckered hole and nibbled on it gently....I knew this drove Mike wild and I brought him to the edge and then backed off until he was practically screaming at me to fuck him. Just for one last tease I took his rock hard cock in my mouth all at once, going right to the base. My tongue swirled and tickled its length. Mike totally lost control, grabbed me roughly and threw me down to the bed. I was achingly hard and desperate to make love to him too but it was so much fun getting him to take charge..which was something he wasn't comfortable doing. Mike smothered my body in hot kisses and then moved himself into position over my cock and slowly impaled himself on me. The sensation was so intense I almost lost it right then. We moaned together as our bodies moved as one. That's what it was all about for me...the union that comes from being with that someone that makes your soul fly. I wrapped my arms around Mike and brought him down to my chest and we kissed hard and passionately all the while he was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I felt myself getting close as my body tensed and my back arched. When Mike and I made love like this my body took on a mind of it's own. "I'm gonna cum baby" Mike's voice came out in a ragged whisper. His breath hot and fast in my ear just increased the sensations washing over me. One last thrust from Mike and I lost it. His hand clamped down on my cock and pumped furiously. My head went back and I yelled out my love for my man as we came together. Mike's body went ridged and he bit my ear as he got lost in our passion for each other. We both sagged as that wonderful tiredness overtook us from the exertion. We took our usual positions with Mike snuggling tightly into my back, his legs curled against mine. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and got lost in those endless eyes. He smiled at me and suddenly I knew that whatever the future had in store for us it would be ok. No matter what we had each other. Mike usually gave me a hard time about being an eternal optimist and a hopeless romantic and yeah I guess I am....but what's the alternative? Going through life being jaded and not opening yourself up to love? That's no way to live so I choose to believe. And now with Mike securely in my life it's not just wishful thinking anymore. Well I hope you enjoyed our little story. Yes that is actually the way it happened. Someone up there knew we needed each other and the rest is history. I am still living with being positive and we take one day at a time. So my wish for you is you find your someone and remember...it's never too late. Blessings Taylor. Wishful Thinking I was reading a murder mystery I had already read twice before and was completely engrossed in every little detail written on the page before me when she walked in. At first, I didn't pay much mind to her. It was no different then any other day. She's my best friend and by far the most amazing person in the world. At least that's how I saw her up until a few months ago. Now I had to stop myself from just staring at her, taking in her smile and laugh, letting my eyes wander before I snapped back to reality. Yes I have been crushing on her for some time now but she is far from being into me like I am her. She has said on many occasions that she is not into women and I've tried many times to dig deeper into those words, wanting to find some deeper hidden meaning...some hidden message that I missed. As much as I wanted it to be true, it never seemed to be. She still acted the same way she had from the moment we met and she hadn't changed in the slightest in any area. Today was different however. She walked in while I was reading and after I had focused back on my book, I felt as if I had become an object on display. I glanced in her direction and was shocked to find that she was in fact staring at me. Not just any kind of staring either. She was actually looking me up and down, letting her eyes roam over my form. It sent shivers through me to think that she might actually like me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that she would ever have a thing for me. I tried to put the feeling aside, ignore the shivers and butterflies and was doing a fairly good job. I didn't even notice when she had sat down next to me. I noticed, however, when her body grazed mine as she leaned over, seeming to be reading with me. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my focus as best I could, not knowing what she was playing at and not wanting to get the wrong idea. I knew how much my mind liked to make things up. I didn't say anything but just continued to read, wanting it to be my imagination but also wishing it isn't because of how long I've wanted this. She leaned closer against me and I could feel her hair brushing against my shoulder and her warm breath hitting my face. I almost couldn't take it anymore and I knew just how much she was affecting me. She shifted slightly so that she could look up into my face and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smirk that had formed on her face. I went over all the possible actions I could take and her smirk just grew as she realized she had me wrapped around her finger. After what felt like hours, she took the book from my hands, tossing it to the floor while I just looked at her, not sure what to say or do at that moment. My brain seemed to completely shut down when I needed it the most and I think she knew because she didn't wait for me to say anything. She gently pushed me down and maneuvered so she was straddling my waist. She had my arms pinned over my head and she was leaning ever so slightly over me and all I could do was stare at her. My vocal cords were paralyzed by the shock of the situation and my brain was still trying to find a sane reason for all of this. The only coherent though running through my head was that this can't be happening because she has said that she's straight and that I've got to be imagining things again. That thought flew out the window as soon as her lips touched mine. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening before my body started reacting of it's own accord. Our lips moved together so perfectly and I felt the air I didn't realize I had been holding come out in a soft sigh. Her lips curved into a small smile against mine upon hearing the sigh leave my lips and she took it one step further, letting her tongue trace my lower lip, asking for entry into my mouth which I quickly and eagerly granted her. As her tongue explored my mouth, one of her hands moved from my wrist, trailing down to the hem of my shirt, slipping just underneath the garment and resting on the smooth skin of my waist, causing me to shiver slightly at the new sensation. I kissed her back passionately, and moved my hand to thread my fingers through her hair. She pulled back, grinning down at me and shook her head. "Did I say you could touch?" she said, looking at me with an arched eyebrow as I just shook my head, breathing slightly heavier than normal. She just shook her head slightly, a smile working it's way onto her face and she leaned forward, pulling my cabinet open and as she pulled her hand back and dangled the handcuffs in front of me, I just gulped. How she even knew about them I would never know. While I was trying to figure out how she knew about the handcuffs, she had leaned over, grabbing my wrists and pinning them against the headboard before cuffing me to the bars before I realized what was happening. "Now...let's see what we can do about your clothes. You have far too many on." I couldn't do anything but watch as she moved her hands to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly, revealing more of my skin to her hungry eyes. I fought a laugh when she got it as far as it would go due to my hands being handcuffed. She just left it at my arms, moving back to looking over my body, her hands slowly working over my skin, pinching and twisting my nipples, eliciting a moan from me. She knew just how to work me up into a sweaty, panting mess and she was enjoying every second of it. "Fucking hell Jess. Stop teasing me please." I moaned, squirming and fighting against the cuffs. She just giggled quietly, moving a hand down my stomach, slowly inching under the waistband of my pants that she had unbuttoned and unzipped without my knowing. I bit my lower lip, my breath hitching as her hand slowly eased down further, slipping over the crotch of my thong with just enough pressure to hit my pleasure spot and causing me to arch up against her hand with a loud moan. "Oh you like that huh." She grinned as she watched me writhe on the bed, rubbing my cunt through the thong. I was panting heavily, unable to breath properly at that point. I was relieved when she pulled her hand out of my pants but it was a short lived thing because all she did was pull my pants off my slim legs, tossing them to the floor before her hands moved to my thighs, spreading my legs for her before she continued her previous attacks and rubbed my cunt more furiously, stopping when she could feel my thong becoming soaked. She pulled back, grabbing the top of the small item of clothing, pulling it off of me and smirking when she saw just how wet I was. She moved down between my legs again and spread them wider so I was open before her, and she grinned, moving a hand to rub my clit slowly in a circular motion, causing me to spasm under her and arch off of the bed. She grinned and grabbed my calf's, keeping my legs spread wide and moved forward, flicking her tongue over my clit. By that point, I was soaking wet and the blankets under me had a spot on them where my juices had soaked through. She had started thrusting three fingers into me, angling them, searching out my spot and she had searched around my room moments earlier, stopping once she found my stash of sex toys. She grabbed a vibe from the stash which she was currently using against my clit, making me writhe in pleasure, gasping with pleasure and lack of oxygen. She grinned when she finally found my spot and I arched up almost painfully, every muscle in my body tensing and my hot, tight cunt twitching around her fingers. She was grinning like mad, knowing she had me in the palm of her hand, and she wanted to see just how far she could make me go just to get her to finish what she started so she pulled back, a smirk forming on her face as she moved back up and straddled my waist. I groaned and looked up at her, slowly getting my breath back. "Why'd you stop?" She giggled quietly. "How badly do you want me to finish?" she asked, slowly, pulling her shirt off. I couldn't speak properly at that point because my wildest fantasies were coming true and I couldn't get my mind to work for me. She just continued to undress in front of me, leaning back to peel her pants down her legs, leaving her in just a thong before she resumed her position straddling my waist. I bite my lower lip as I looked over her body, an almost inaudible moan leaving my lips at the sight before me. "I'll do anything." I knew just how deep I was in when she stood up, a grin firmly planted on her face as she pulled her thong down her slim, tan legs, stepping out of them and moving over to the bed. "Just what I wanted to hear." After those words left her lips, she got back onto the bed but instead of straddling my waist, she lowered her hot, wet pussy over my face and her knees on either side of my head. I didn't waste any time and as soon as she was sat on my face, I thrust my tongue into her snatch, moaning at the taste of her sweet juices. I ate her out furiously and she was rocking her hips against me, grinding on my tongue. She was moaning so loudly that I was sure that people down the street could have heard her but I could've cared less. Just the fact that my fantasies were becoming a reality was just mind blowing for me and I didn't want anything to stop. She was panting heavily above me and she was getting wetter by the second. I just moaned louder, licking up everything I could before continue to eat her out, loving every clench of her around my tongue. It felt like forever before she tensed above me, arching as her juices squirted out onto my tongue and down my throat. I continued to thrust my tongue into her, licking up everything I could before she moved, panting heavily as she looked up at me. "Fuck you were good." I just smiled massively, still slightly dazed at the events that were unfolding before me as she moved back down my body. I noticed however when I felt the vibe back on my clit and I really noticed as I felt her tongue trailing down from just under my clit, diving into my hot, wet pussy, tongue fucking me with increasing speed. I knew I wasn't gonna last long due to all the teasing and I think she got the idea when I started moving my hips against her, trying to bring her further into me. She started eating me out more furiously, turning the vibe up as high as it would go and moaning as my muscles started to spasm around her tongue. She didn't let up one bit as I tensed under her, arching up off the bed and cumming with a loud moan of her name and even after I started to grow sensitive from the constant pleasure. It was growing slightly painful and she still hadn't stopped rubbing my clit and eating me out and I was squirming under her, hoping she'd get the idea and let up which she didn't. I was really wishing now that I wasn't handcuffed and was fighting with them, not having any luck until I heard someone yelling my name. "Ash!!! Ash wake up!!!!" Jess said, shaking me slightly. I sat bolt upright, almost hitting her when I did. Once I realized I was just dreaming, I relaxed, wrapping my arms around myself. It seemed so real. How could it have been nothing but my wishful thinking? Wishful Thinking He told me to move on. He was too busy for me. That I ruined his "sex before marriage" rule messed up his mind. He let me go to pursue his dreams of becoming a doctor and left me in the dust. What's a girl to do now? Who is going to hold me at night, make me feel alive and sate my passions? I went to find that other someone to take his place, even though he will always be in the back of my mind. He will always have my heart. I found that other someone within my group of friends. He took me to my first strip club and told me how he just wanted me to be happy; just wanted for me to have a good time. He kissed me in front of half naked girls, in front of my friends, in front of a club full of strangers. We took more shots and decided to go home - his home. His bedroom had a queen sized bed and a place to put his clothes. It smelled like basement, but frankly I was too drunk to care where I was or what I was about to do. I never wanted him to stop kissing me. He was the second best kisser that I have ever encountered. He was one to use his mouth as well has his hands, one hand holding on the the back of my head while the other rested on my hip, stroking it. I held is face, tugged on his bottom lip and moaned for more. His hand moved lower to between my legs. He rubbed there and I lifted my hips, telling him without words that I wanted even more. He slides his hand down my pants and I start to pant with anticipation. I once never open my eyes. He pushes aside my thin underwear and slowly strokes my nub. I grab his arm and try to push him away, but it was for him to go a little lower. I can feel him watch my face as he moves away. I moan in desperation for that close feeling of being wrapped in someone's arms. Then I feel him pull my pants down, baring me for the first time to him. Of course, I am cleanly shaven down there, but only because the hair is such a pain to deal with when I want to wear skimpy lace underwear. He starts to play with me again. I am so responsive to his touch that the muscles in my stomach start to spasm. I grip the bed sheets tight on either side of me. Then he does what I have been waiting forever for him to do. He slides one finger inside of me. I automatically tighten on his finger and sigh with contempt. Then he adds another one. My mouth opens with a soundless gasp. It's tight, but I talk for the first time. "Please, more." He pulls his hand out and I feel three fingers enter me. I cry out and moan. He starts fucking me like that with his hand. It's one of my favorite things to do naked in bed. As he is fucking me, I suddenly can't stand wearing any clothes - on me or on him. I sit up and take off my shirt and bra real quick. Then I pull off his clothes. I had to feel that bare skin to bare skin contact. I had to feel wanted like that. He went back to what he was doing. I feel like he could get to me better when we were both naked. Three fingers were sliding back and forth, in and out of my wet cunt. I was dripping wet, the sounds of it seemed so loud to me, but I couldn't give a care. "Faster," I told him Then I felt I was pushed into overdrive as his hand slammed into me and his mouth was sucking on my clit. I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't keep quiet. I was moaning and crying out for more and more and more. I didn't want to stop, but I could feel myself starting to come. I grabbed onto his hair and pushed his face into me and came, getting his face wet as well as the sheets. I let go of him eventually. I lay there for a while as he got up to go wash up. When he came back, I told him to lay down. I leaned over him, kissing his chin, gently bit his nipple, kissed his belly, and looked at what the heavens blessed him with. I slowly lick him up and down, loving the feel of my tongue on his smooth skin. I suck the tip, running my tongue in circles around the head before I finally sink down and swallow his dick down my throat. I played with his balls with my fingers, gently tugging on them every time I went down. He grabbed my head do I would sink all the way down, taking his whole cock in my mouth and sqeezing with my throat muscles. He finally let me up and I snaked my tongue around his shaft. He moaned curses, so I assumed I was doing exactly what I wanted him to. He suddenly pushed me off and had me on my knees. This just happens to be my favorite position. His hands grab my hips and I can feel his cock search for my hole. I place my head down on the bed, arching my back so he can get as deep as possible. He found his mark and sank into me. I could almost feel my eyes roll back, I moaned so loud that he actually slapped my ass for me to be quiet. It only made me moan louder. He started to fuck me faster, his balls swinging and lightly tapping my pussy. I bit the sheets beneath me when he bend over and started playing with my clit again. I tried to raise my hips more, to get him to go even deeper. He hammered home even more grunting along with his efforts, and he never stopped. He kept going and going, and I thought I was going to die, going to collapse and never get back up. He suddenly pulled out with a sucking noise and I felt his cum on my asshole, all warm and stringy. I couldn't move, so I stayed where I was while he got a towel to clean me up. Then we laid back down next to each other. I fell asleep in his arms, completely content to pretend that he was someone else.