Driving Me Crazy, Baby

Sometimes the thing you want the most is the thing that knocks you on your ass when it finally comes true. I’m a bit of a reclusive exhibitionist, which is less of an oxymoron than one might originally think. I like the thrill of being in public when I’m doing something naughty, but safe enough where there’s absolutely no chance of getting caught.

I know, I know. Isn’t the whole point of being bad in public the thrill of getting caught? Well, yes, of course. As well as the thrill and knowledge of actually doing something in public that no one else knows about.

There are many variants of this. Wearing something sexy under your clothes that no one but your partner knows about. I love the thought of a woman walking around without any panties on, and the rest of the world oblivious. But I think those things only exist in the pages of prose.

One of my kinkiest public fantasies is to wear a pair of pants with the pockets cut out. She knows all about it before we even go to the movies. In fact, she insisted. That’s another thing. I think its extremely arousing when a woman insists on a naughty situation. Sometimes its as simple as putting on a pair of crotchless pantyhose for a night out, and not texting me about it until its too late for me to do anything about it.

That’s hot.

But I digress.

We’re in the movie theater. In the back row. And several minutes into the movie she shifts her hips so that she’s sitting sideways, and she very covertly slides her hands inside my pocket. Were someone to even glance in our direction, they would be none the wiser that she’s wrapping her fingers around my naked cock inside my pants. She could smile at them with her biggest grin while stroking the full length, and they would just smile right back and return their attention to the movie screen.

That’s hot.

I’ve heard some say that the mind is the bodies most powerful sexual organ.

I couldn’t agree more. Sometimes a look across a crowded room, a look meant only for me, is all it takes to get my blood boiling. Sometimes it’s the slightest innuendo. Sometimes the briefest touch. Her hips against mine. Her fingers running across my stomach and chest. And my mind takes over. Envisioning the details that my eyes can’t see. I picture her legs beneath the tight pants she wears, because my mind helps the other senses along.

That’s why our morning drive to the park was so wonderful.

She knows how I feel about these things. How I long for those private, public moments. Those miniscule little jaunts into undiscovered country.

She knows how hot it gets me.

That’s why she does it.

I should have known something was up from the moment we walked out to the car and she handed me the keys, telling me it was my turn to drive. I looked at her a bit quizzical, but I shrugged it off and slid behind the wheel.

A few blocks down the road and she slid her hand onto my thigh, which I then placed my hand on top of, each of us exchanging smiles. It was a wonderful day. Nice cool breeze, with the windows down. The sun was bright and shining overhead.

That’s when I felt her shift a little in her seat. I turned and she’d moved a little closer to me, resting her elbow and some of her weight on the center console between us. Her hand rubbed my thigh and I smiled, squeezing her hand beneath mine.

But she wasn’t done there. Before long we had left the majority of the city behind us and found our way onto the winding, rural, country roads outside of the city. Her hands slid down the inside of my thigh and raked it with her fingernails. I shifted in the seat as my groin became tight, everything bunching up as my cock began to grow.

I shifted and pulled at the material around my zipper, trying to ease some of the confinement.

“Here. Let me help.” She moaned in that you’re-in-so-much-trouble voice of hers. You know the one. The kind of voice that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Except I was driving. So my eyes didn’t necessarily roll into the back of my head, but they certainly did a somersault in my head.

Her fingers brushed along my groin, scraping her fingernails along the zipper. Then I heard the high-pitched zip as she let me free. I sighed as the bulge in my underwear swelled through the opening.

Her fingers brushed up and down the bulge. It was seriously becoming difficult to keep my eyes on the road.

“Don’t get in a wreck.” She scolds me in that voice again. I shift in my seat again and I feel her readjust again. She’s leaning over half the car now and pulling the waistband of my boxer briefs out and over my cock. Freeing it. Exposing it. The cool spring ear blasts in through my open window and assaults my cock. She chuckles and runs her hand over it.

It jumps and she looks up at me, swallowing me with those all-encompassing eyes. Is it possible to escape that look when it takes you hold?

She runs her thumb over my head as slick, clear liquid drips from the tip, coating her fingers. She coos and begins to stroke my cock, biting her lower lips as I shudder in the driver’s seat. Surely she knows I can’t last long like this. Surely she must know.

Her hand squeezes my balls, gingerly but firmly, and I feel them drawing up into my stomach. My entire spine is wound like a coil spring. The tension is tight and unyielding. Her hand slides back up and over my cock and down again.

I feel the blood rushing to my head and I shake my head, tilting my head in her direction. “I’m going to cum soon.”

Squeezing just the slightest bit more, she pumps my cock in her hand and tosses her head so that her hair all flips to one side, drifting over part of her eyes. “So what’s stopping you.”

She slides her hand back along my length until she captures the head in her palm, and then she begins to shimmy it inside. Small, shallow motions with her wrist. Every ounce of me is connected to that inch of flesh in her hand. Every fiber of my being is being sucked through that grip. Then, without warning, she lowers her head as her hand slides down my cock and her lips swallow me.

Without warning my hips lift out of the seat and a low, guttural moan escapes my lips as I empty my seed into her mouth. She hums and chuckles as she suckles it from me like her morning breakfast. I tilt my head back against the seat as we come to a stop sign. The first sign of the next town. I’m barely able to open my eyes and realize there’s no one behind us, or nearby.

She sits upright and gives me a kiss, casually sliding me back into my underwear and zipping me back up.

Oh, how I love surprises.

Slow and Deliberate

Its not often in the hustle and bustle of the average day, or even week, that we really get the chance to enjoy one another. Kids. Work. Household chores. One responsibility after another takes its precedence.

That’s what makes those elusive private moments so golden. I could tell she was full of venom from the moment I walked through the door. The sharp click-clack of her fingers on the keys was enough to make me consider a hasty retreat. But she’d already heard the front door close so I was thoroughly committed.

Her eyes darted up from the top of the laptop as I strolled through the room. She took a bite out of an apple and set it back down on the plate, licking her lips in the process. I could imagine her tearing into me like that and my whole body shivered.

“Cold chill?”

My eyes met hers as the hairs on my neck stood up. She met me stare for stare and pushed her glasses back up along her nose.

“Somebody stomping on my grave.” I answered shrewdly and plopped down into my chair at the desk.

My son came running into my arms and clamored up into my lap, singing gaily his favorite song, Daddy Daddy Daddy.

“How’s he been?” I asked, and regretting it immediately.

“Well, what do you want to hear about first? The pencil marks he made all over the walls, or the drink he spilled all over the living room carpet?”

I looked down at him and he dug further into my arms, begging forgiveness. “Have we been a bad boy?” I asked, tickling his rib.

He launched into a fit of laughter before I put him down and sent him off to play.

“He’s not the only bad boy in this family?” She murmured from behind her laptop.

“Oh?” I asked, raising my voice just enough to show I was listening. What had the boys done now?

“Yeah,” she said, pushing her laptop away a little bit. “I read that bisexual threesome story you posted yesterday. You really want to do that?”

Her eyes were difficult to read. Was she teasing and playful? Pissed off? Or just giving me a hard time?

“I dunno. A little. Not just any guy, of course, but maybe with the right guy, y’know.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she stood up and left the room, her legs flexing beneath the long pajama shirt she was wearing. The sound of the dryer door opening disconnected my mind from that discussion and I went back to checking my email as the boy watched his cartoons.

An hour later, while the tune of the evening had returned to normal, an instant message popped up on my screen

What did u have 4 lunch today?

I chuckled as I looked past my computer screen while the username’s owner pretended not to see me spying on her.

A few apples and a salad, I typed back. Click-click-clack. Her finger went into action, responding from across the bedroom.

Yummy.

It was pretty tasty.

Any other fruit today?

I paused for a second. That was a weird question.

A banana for breakfast.

Hmmmmmmm, she answered.

What’s up? I asked.

Just making sure you’re eating healthy.

And that was that. Fellas, do you ever get the feeling we’re like mice in a maze?

Another hour later and the sun had had its fill of us. I love the way the purples and oranges shine though our bedroom window. My eyes wandered a little and met suddenly with hers. Bold and dead on, she pulled off her glasses and tapped them on her lips.

“What are you in the mood for … for dinner?” A slight hesitation in her question coaxed a chuckle from me.

But before I could answer she cut me off. “And no, pussy is not on the menu.”

I pretended to pout for a few seconds. “I don’t know. I’ll probably just fix myself a sandwich in a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I’m in the mood for something easy tonight.”

This time she chuckled and another conversation came to an end.

The beauty of younger children is that you can, from time to time, coerce them into early bedtimes if they don’t know any better. Teenagers, on the other hand, know what they’re missing at night.

So we got the little man in bed and kissed him good night. The older boys were busy with their TVs, premium channels, and Gamecubes so I decided it was time for my dinner, while the kitchen was empty.

I hear her enter the kitchen.

Then I feel her. Fingers reach around and brush my groin, pressing lightly against me through thin cotton. I look down as her other hand finds its way there too and she presses up behind me.

“Somebody’s happy.” I murmur and she chuckles against my ear.

“I’m hungry too, but I want dinner of a different sort.”

“Oh?” Her tone is deep and sultry, and it affects me just as much as her touch. She undoes the knot holding the crotch of my pajama pants together and reaches inside.

“Mmmmmmm hmmmmm.” She hums in my ear. “I need something salty and sweet.”

“Salty and sweet.” I echo her.

She kisses my cheek and hooks her fingers into my waistband. “Come on.”

I’m quick to follow as she leads me into our bedroom and locks the door behind us. She waists no time in guiding me toward the corner of the room where she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was humping my leg.

Then she’s just as suddenly pushing me back into the large armchair that I love so much. I topple backwards and land with a hard thud. She grabs my pants and jerks them down off of my hips and slings them off of my legs and across the room. Next come my boxer briefs. I watch them sail across the room with raised eyebrows.

Her fingernails rake my thighs and I gasp. She chuckles and leans in, trailing her tongue along the center of my sac. She nibbles the heavy, swollen jewels within, sucking one into her mouth as I very sincerely rise to the occasion. I can feel her fingers rubbing my taint, just beneath my sac and my cock jumps, hugging my stomach.

She hums and pulls it away with her fingers, stroking it lightly before she slides her mouth down over it, tasting me. I gasp and sigh as she bobs her head up and down in short little nods of her head.

Her free hand massages my balls and I rest my head back against the chair. This feels so good. I run my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, smiling as she swallows my cock, rolling her tongue all around the shaft.

But apparently she has a whole army of surprises for me tonight. I feel something slick and hard pressing against my asshole and I jump a little, not expecting it. She hums around my cock and presses more, sliding a lubed up finger inside my ass. I moan hard, closing my head and arching my back as she pumps her finger inside of me and makes love to my cock with her mouth.

She twists her finger inside of me and I feel my stomach and groin rumbling. I gasp as she pops her finger free of me, which turns just as quickly into a moan as she presses her thumb between my cheeks and massages my asshole, rubbing the pad of her thumb around the anus and just barely inserting it now and again.

My cock is hard as a rock inside her mouth and fitting to burst. My fingers tighten into the armrests as she senses it too, increasing her pace. Drawing it out of me. Sucking it out of me. Willing it out of me.

I groan, my hips arching off of the chair, my asshole clutching desperately at her thumb as I cum. Hard. Rivers of seed burst into her mouth. She tightens her lips around me and suckles my offering sweetly, massaging the underbelly of my cock with her tongue. Milking me.

I sigh as she continues massaging my anus, rubbing it nicely she kisses and pets my cock like a pet. “Good boy.” She says with a coy smile.

“Yeah,” I chuckle, leaning forward and pulling her into my arms. I can smell the scent of my semen on her lips, driving me wild. She opens her mouth and kisses me full and hard, her body bowing into mine as I swallow her moan. Her fingers curl around my cock, pulsing with the beat of my heart into her hands. For eternity.

Greedy Cunt

I can barely detect the change in the air. A subtle shift in the scent. A light creaking of foot on carpet-covered floor.

Its pitch black from one corner to the other. I’ve been here for … I don’t know. Has it been an hour? Or fifteen minutes?

I pull on the ropes tied around my wrists and they bite back, digging into my skin, reminding me quite clearly that I have nowhere to go.

I know she’s hovering somewhere just beyond my ability to reason. Watching me. Gauging me.

The bed shifts beneath her weight and I gasp without warning. My senses strain for the smallest stimuli. She hums and to my ears its like a sex freight train, short circuiting every nerve in my body.

My back arches off the mattress as her fingers brush my cheek and comb through my goatee. My entire body is alive with HER.

Her thigh brushes my chest as she sweeps it over me and I feel wonderfully textured fishnet grazing my nipples. Her fishnet-clad thighs settle above my shoulders and beside my neck. I can smell her scent. Its overpowering.

Her skin glints in soft slivers of moonlight from the nearby window and I realize that she’s not just wearing stockings, but an entire fishnet bodysuit. My body reacts as her fingers delve between her thighs and brush against the only inch of her skin not covered in black netting.

I hear her moan as her fingers brush against her golden lips. Her back arches and her hips quiver as she strums the puffy mound that flanks her lips. I feel her thighs tighten around my neck as she lowers her hips toward my mouth.

I stretch my neck upward, poking my tongue out as far as it will reach. And she chuckles. She hums as she continues fingering her greedy cunt mere inches above my tongue. Her fingertips tickle the edge of my chin playfully and I try to kiss them, growling as she pulls at my goatee.

“Do you want it?” She purrs, toying with me.

“Yesss.” I hiss, biting at her retreating fingertips.

“I’m not so sure I believe you.” She taunts, lowering her hips against, mashing her clit against the tip of my noise. I moan without the inclination, or ability, to restrain myself, kissing her silky smooth lips as she grinds them against me.

And just as suddenly she pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath. Trying desperately to settle my pulse. I want her so bad, I’m hanging on a cliff just short of insanity.

I can hear her giggling and it’s another piece of straw on the camel’s back. She hums again as she traces her finger down my nose.

I twist my face away. I’m in a fever now. Going mad slowly.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” She teases.

“Just fucking give it to me.” I grind the words through my teeth. She coos.

And suddenly I’m overwhelmed in darkness as she slams her hips down onto my face, working her juicy lips over my mouth like a fresh-squeezed orange. I feast on her, literally, sucking her lips and her clit into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue.

She squeals and I can feel her full weight bearing down on me. And its heaven. My whole body strains to get more of her into my mouth. My nose devours her sweet, musk scent and I’m dizzy with it. She hums again as I feel her weight lifting from me and I’m near to howling in a rage.

But she’s not teasing me anymore. I feel her weight resettle onto me, this time spreading out onto my chest and stomach and I think I know what she has in mind. Her fingers dance along her clit as I bury my tongue deep inside her pussy, tongue fucking her like it’s a miniature cock. I feel and taste her explode all over my mouth and slurp it noisily, slaking my endless thirst for her.

Can I ever get enough? Is enough, even enough?

Then I feel her lips. Light at first. Peppering my abdomen with soft kisses. My hips literally quake at the surprising sensation. Her fingers rake across my thighs as she slowly begins a new rhythm with her hips, riding me. Her fingers close in and curl around my sac, massaging and squeezing my balls gently.

I suck her clit back into my lips as she pulls on my goatee with her fingers, moaning as she kisses the twitching tip of my cock. I sigh against her glistening lips and she chuckles, sliding her lips over my head and sucking me in. She licks all around the tip with her tongue and I lose it.

I just can’t hold it in anymore. My hips arch off the mattress and I fill her mouth with seed. Wave after wave assaults my senses and its just not enough. I hear her moaning as she swallows every last drop, slurping noisily around my cock.

She wiggles her hips and I can’t help chuckling myself, tilting my head back and to the side to kiss her inner thigh. She smacks my thighs and leans her head down against my stomach, her chest expanding with a deep sigh, and I wonder how long she’s going to lay here, stretched out naked across me.

And I think to myself, “Do I care as long as it’s a very long time?”

Paddle Bottom

I can tell from the moment she walks through the door that she’s in a mood to play. Her whole look speaks volumes. Her thin, toned legs peak through the bottom of one of my dress shirts. One of her favorites. Dark, navy blue with long sleeve. She’s rolled the sleeves up to her elbow for the sheer purpose of being cute.

The collar’s open several buttons down her chest, so much so that I get a good glimpse of skin. I watch her walk across the bedroom as she fiddles with her hair, brushing it back just off of her shoulder.

I cough as she catches me watching and quickly glance down at my laptop. My fingers dance furiously across the keys and my chest pounds a little. I can feel her eyes on me, watching.

I love this game.

Cat and mouse.

But who is which? Right now I feel like the mouse that nibbled at the cheese.

I feel the bed dip as she slides onto the bed. I stare defiantly at my laptop, hands whisking across the keyboard as I focus all my attention on resisting the urge to see what she’s doing. Focus on anything else.

My eyes zero in on a smudge on the flat screen monitor. I squint and lean forward as I feel her behind me. Her breath is on my ear. Driving me insane.

She chuckles lightly and squeals just behind my ear as she slides her arms around my shoulders. I sigh. I can feel her bare breasts on my back, mashed against my skin through the thin T-shirt I’m wearing. She giggles again, rubbing her nose against the back of my ear, as she slides her breasts up and down my back.

I take a deep breath.

She’s not playing fair. Not at all. How’s a man supposed to resist such an open attack? How’s a man supposed to maintain cool control in the coal furnace?

I feel her moving behind me and her fingers curl through my hair, brushing up my thick bush in the back to blow on my neck. Then, as if by magic, her legs appear in my lap. Wrapping around my waist like a viper’s coil, she slides her silky calves over my thighs and bumps my laptop.

With another sigh, this one deeper, I push the laptop off to the side and let her do her dance. There’s no possible way she’s going to let me continue ignoring her. This is just something I have to weather.

Her lip trails around the base of my ear as her fingers run down my back. I feel a sudden jolt on the bed behind me and realize she’s leaned back against the pillows against the headboard, giving her legs better leverage to wind around my sides.

Her fingers continue their trek downward, raking my back. Making me squirm a little under her expert touch.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s pushing all my buttons. Treading on thin ice. Because she’s about to get the bull by the horns if she’s not careful. Her heel brushes against my groin and my cock jumps at it, like a snake striking from the grass.

I can feel her fingers bunch just below my tailbone, and then I hear her gasp. Short, heavy breaths escape her lips. Rapid movements of her fingers whisper against my buttocks, just enough to let me know what she’s doing.

A soft moan echoes her fingers and that quickly I’m almost at the limit of my control.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath in. Her scent is everywhere. It fills my nostrils, short circuiting my brain. My hands rest idly upon her ankles and I slowly stroke my thumb across her skin. She moans again, harder.

Her knuckles bump frantically against my behind. I can almost hear her palm smacking her skin. She’s in a feverish frenzy.

My fingers tighten around her ankle and she’s clawing at my back. Her fingernails almost draw blood through my shirt. Her legs clamp down on my stomach with a vice grip. I let her ride it out. Rubbing my thumb idly back and forth across her ankle like I’m scrolling a mouse.

She sighs and I feel the bed move with her. She hugs me from behind and bends her legs tightly around me, like she’s hugging me from head to toe. I take in a deep breath, smelling her hair. She sighs again as she rests the side of her cheek against my neck and I flex my fingers, biding my time.

She’s played a very dangerous game just now, and she’s about to watch the mouse become the cat. And she’s the catnip.

She crawls slowly out from behind me and along the bed, smiling as she effects me with a jungle kitten pose. Her manner is still playful as she leans over and kisses me. I let her think she’s still in control as she slides down onto her rump sideways and twists her head so that our lips make a perfect mate.

She hums into my mouth and I can’t resist the urge to smile. Does she realize yet how quickly the tides will change? Does she suspect the raging beast simmering beneath my calm exterior?

I feel her hand slide down my leg and I growl.

It’s the first sign that things are not as they appear. She halts suddenly as she moves away just enough, to look into my eyes. And there, for the first time, she sees him. The beast taking up residence inside of me. He howls from inside me and it comes out as a deep chuckle.

Before she has a chance to move my fingers have tightened around her hair, pulling her down and off balance. Her whole body crashing across my knee as I pull the rug out from under her. She squirms, pushing her hands into my leg and the mattress as she tries to get her bearings again.

Her ass is in the air, like a bullseye waiting to take a hit. My shirt has slid forward along her back and with one loud, deaf-defying crack, I smack my hand square across her right cheek.

“Oh my GOD.” She screams as her body gives way into my lap. My shirt is still wide open and her breasts mash against my leg. I use the leverage and my hold on her neck to keep her there, while my free hand cracks down on her other cheek.

“OH!” There’s no mistaking the deep melody in her tone. She’s hot. And wet. My fingers slide down her rear, spreading her thighs, and I slide one fat finger all the way inside of her. I think I can hear her crying, sobbing, as she cums all over my finger. I twist my finger around and flex it, catching her g-spot unaware and she cums again.

Her nails tear into my hairy leg as she explodes again.

Popping my finger free of her without a word’s warning, I smack her right cheek again. Its red with my handprint and she is on the verge of begging me. I can hear the words under her breath.

How many nights has she lain awake dreaming of this? How many times has she caught herself saying, “He’d never do that.”?

Somewhere inside me he growls again and her left cheek rips the air with a loud crack again. She’s so wet I can literally taste it. Her thighs are dripping with it.

Taking her by the hair I drag her off of my lap and lay her out across the bed on her stomach. I quickly slide my pajama bottoms down and slide out of them. I toss the shirt across the room just as quickly and climb onto the bed behind her. She turns to look over her shoulder and I bark at her. “Face down.”

I drive the point home with another well placed hand across her bottom. Its burning red by now. I can feel the heat on my skin. She moans and pushes her ass back against me.

My fingers dig into her cheeks, gripping them as I slide my cock up against her lips. I know she can feel it. She’s making soft, pleading sounds into the bedsheets.

But I’m cruel at this point. Now its my turn to tease.

I push my cock against her lips and she howls like a wounded animal. She begs and pleads for me to put it in, but I just laugh. I smack her ass again and she whimpers.

She’s rubbing her ass back against me, trying to pull me in, and I tighten my hold on her bottom. She moans again as I let the head slide past her lips, sighing quietly as her lips envelope me. She’s like molten honey as I slide a little more of myself inside of her.

I growl again as my fingers leave white stripes in her reddened skin, pulling her cheeks apart. Tilting my hips so that I’m leaning somewhat forward, I fill her up suddenly with one long, hard stroke and she explodes immediately.

But I’m not finished with her. This was just to take the edge off. I want something else.

I suddenly pull out of her and she makes a harsh “uh” sound as if all the air had been sucked out of her. I flip her over onto her back and stop for a moment to look at the disheveled look in her eyes. Her hair that she’d been so playful with earlier is matted against her cheek and chaotically disarrayed.

I waste no time in pulling my shirt off of her. Then I climb onto her, straddling her face. I lean forward just enough to slide a finger inside her pussy. She moans as my cock, hard as steel, brushes her cheek. I don’t need to tell her what I want. She knows.

I slide my thumb along her clit as my finger curls inside her, rubbing her g-spot again, like before. Her fingers curl around my shaft as she slides her mouth over my head. I brace my knees on both sides of her head and start moving my hips, fucking her mouth like a hot, wet pussy. My fingers work her juicy cunt and she moans around my cock.

“Yeah, that’s it.” I growl. “Take it. Just like that.” I coax her pretty little mouth to relax and take my deep strokes and she finally does as she’s told. Her hands slide up the back of my legs and over my ass, pulling me into her mouth.

She’s completely into it now. I know it won’t be long before I empty myself inside of her. This just feels too good. Her tongue traces every last inch of my cock with each pass in and out of her mouth. We’re both grunting and growling like a pair of wild animals.

I slide my finger out of her and rub it all over her clit, making her cum yet again. Her fingers tighten around my ass as she pulls me deep into her mouth, burying me balls deep as she sucks madly at my cock. I know she can’t stand it anymore. She wants it. She needs it.

Taking her hips in my hands, I flip us both over so that I’m now lying on my back. And everything seems to happen almost at once. Perhaps without meaning to, simply out of exhaustion, she lays all of her weight into her hips and her pussy crashes against my mouth. I moan as my tongue attacks her clit, savoring the hot taste of her as she cums all over my tongue.

I can feel her moaning as she kisses and sucks my cock, quivering out of control. And then she takes me entirely into her mouth. Wet. Sloppy. I can hear her lips smacking. And I can’t hold back anymore. My hips lift up off of the bed as I empty my seed into her mouth. My hands clasp her bottom, pulling her down onto my mouth as she continues to cum all over my tongue. She noisily sucks and swallows every trace of my cum, lapping it up greedily.

Lying there like there’s nowhere else we want to be, she continues kissing and sucking my cock while I trail my tongue all over her clit, humming at the light little tremors in her hips as she reacts. The greatest kind of afterglow.

Although, I wonder if she’s learned her lesson, chuckling to myself? Perhaps. Until the next tease. The next game. When her bottom will need another good paddling. But I think I can manage that.

Don’t you?

Worship

This is always how it starts. Random exchanges. Cute, coy play on words. Innuendos and minor works of seduction. The slightest touch is enough to send my head spinning. So close its maddening.

And then suddenly there's an army of miles between us.

The frustration is indescribable.

And so I find myself stretched out on a strange bed, in a city far from home, thinking of you. Touching myself. Closing my eyes as I picture you turning off all but the softest of lights, covering yourself in a soft glow.

And then the silent, slow tease as you slide onto the bed and crawl toward me. I imagine I can feel the bed dipping beneath your body as you brush across my leg. Your breasts graze my inner thigh and I suck in a harsh breath.

Your fingernails rake across my legs, followed by the soft pads of your fingertips. The contrast drives me insane. They move further inward, cradling my balls and massaging them. Then with a chuckle I hear you slide your fingers lower, rubbing that tender area just behind the sac that I love so much.

I lean my head up as I feel your body rubbing against mine. You straddle my hips and stretch out across my chest, crossing your arms right at my collar.

I can smell your hair, fresh out of the shower.

I can see the sparkle in your eyes; the shimmer of your lips.

I can hear the light playfullness as you hum just every so slightly.

I can feel how hot and wet you are as you lower your hips to mine, grinding your lips against my cock. They spread perfectly around my shaft and you give a startled gasp followed by a hungry moan.

And then you lean just ever so slightly forward and kiss me, and I can tsste you too. Your lips are so soft and succulent. I reach my arms up to cradle the back of your head and you pin my wrists back down to the bed, chuckling into my mouth as we both feel the effect. My cock throbs between your lips, pinned to my chest.

I growl a little into your mouth and you nip my lip playfully. Teasing. You're enjoying this quite well as a thin smile traces your lips.

I suck in another harsh breath as you rub your palms up and down my hairy chest before twisting my nipples in your fingertips. Your smile broadens.

I could bend you over my knee and spank you right this minute and you'd probably love every, last minute of it. But I don't. Not yet at least. We'll see what I do to you when you're finished. Right now I'm anxious to see where you're going with all of this.

So I wait. I simmer. I stew.

And something tells me you haven't even started. I watch as you pull away from me and wiggle your hips against me cock some more, lowering your mouth to my nipple as you roll it around with your tongue just before biting it. This is making you so wet. I can feel it. Even more so, I can smell it. The toxicly sweet, musky aroma is overpowering. Heavy.

I barely realize you've slid further down my body before your fingers curl around my base and you blow across the tip. My knuckles go white as you grind your pussy onto my leg and very tenderly begin to kiss all around the tip and down the shaft. This too is a tease, your eyes meeting mine as you slide your warm, wet tongue up and down my shaft.

You slide a little lower and take one of my balls into your mouth, sucking it and massaging it with your tongue as you very gently stroke my cock. I know you're loving this but too much more and I'm going to be completely undone. There's simply nothing I can do for it. You drive me wild.

You pop my nut free with a semi-loud smack and trail your tongue between my balls, down the center of my sac and I jump a little. A very sensetive spot, as you know. You playfully coo as you cradle my entire sac in your hand, massaging it with all three fingers and your thumb while the knuckle of your index finger rubs against my taint.

I jump again and you chuckle. I watch, mesmerized as you slide your fingers purposely down my shaft, all the way to the base, and lower your mouth over the tip. I hiss as your mouth finally takes me in and I can't help bowing my hips upward as you slide those perfect, sexy lips all the way down. God I want to take a fist full of hair in that very moment and fuck your mouth like the hungry little nympho you are.

But I don't. My fingers are ripping the covers to shreds, but I don't. Oh no, I'm going to take out my revenge in spades for this torture. Just you wait and see. You'll be screaming my name before the night's over.

I lean my head back and moan, good, loud, and hard as you make sweet love to me with your mouth, nice and slow strokes like you're licking a pudding pop. I can literally feel your tongue sliding all around, stroking me in time with your lips, and it feels incredible.

This isn't the usual fast-paced, rushed attempt to make me cum quickly. No rapid strokes of your mouth. No, this is long and luxurious. You're taking your time, staring at me boldly as you devour my cock down to its root. I love the way it feels in your mouth. So hot. And wet. You begin to work your jaw as if your sucking on the entire length and I'm almost certain I'm going to lose it.

But you're merciless tonight. You slide your thumb up to the base of my cock where it meets the top of my balls and press down, deliberately. Pinching the vein that stands out along the underbelly you stave off the imminent explosion as you trail your mouth back up to the tip. I love the way you look at me with that smile as your perfect lips slide over my head and pop free.
With a chuckle you slide your tongue back and forth across the head before you trail it downward, nibblimg my nuts some more, cradling them firmly in your hand. God, I can hardly stand it anymore. Forget all this agony and make me cum already.

Perhaps sensing my need you rise up and climb on top of me again, turning to straddle my shoulders as you lie out across my stomach. My hands eagerly grab your buttocks and you chastize me again, pinning my forearms with your calves. I growl and you shut me up as you waste no time in taking me back into your mouth. I watch closely as you wiggle your hips just out of reach, laughing around my cock as I strain my neck to no avail.

I want to taste you so bad, my lips are literally drooling at the chance. I can see the glistening traces of just how excited you are all around your lips and I'm mad to taste that sweetness. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can feel you sucking my cock, but its secondary. Sweet and wonderful and perfect, but nothing compared to how badly I want to eat your pussy.

Your forefinger slides along my anus and my hips arch again. God, don't let me cum without tasting you. Please. Please. The words finally leave my mouth and without warning you slam your hips down onto my face and mash your juicy lips onto my mouth. I groan as your slick, smooth lips slide effortlessly across my mouth and my tongue attacks your clit.

I feel and hear you groan around my cock as you grind your hips against my tongue. That's it baby, fuck my tongue. Oh god. You've stopped sucking now, though I'm still buried deep inside your mouth. You're moaning hard, literally fucking my tongue like a tiny cock as it slides inside your pussy and back out across your clit.

Oh god yes. I can feel my cock throbbing inside your mouth as you absent-mindledly suck on it, working your lips all around it like you had before. I can feel your hips trembling against my chin. I can hear the change in your tone, deep and sultry like the sexy jungle cat you are.

And I lose it. My hips arch up into your mouth as you cum all over my tongue and mouth and I cum over and over and over again inside your mouth. Every part of me from head to toe seems connected, feeling you cum into my mouth as I cum into yours. I hear you slurping up every last drop with a moan as you grind your hips across my tongue, more slowly and lazily now.

With a start I come to from my vision as I hear my phone vibrating on the nearby nightstand. Looking down I see my hand covered in cum. With a sigh I stretch out and pick up the phone and slide it up to my ear.

"Hey baby, I was just thinking about you." I chuckle into the phone.