knowing the sexual tension we had, I sat us at the bar for some drinks.
While we sat there, I told him how wet he made my panties, and how much it turned me on every time I sucked his cock in the
car, and how much I loved to watch him stroke his hard dick. He said he wanted to see my panties so that he could breathe
in my scent and taste my creamy come.
Good girl that I am, before we left I went to the rest room and took my panties off. I had a big smile as I got in the car,
and just by looking at me he knew what I had done. Without hesitation, I handed him my wet thong. With a huge smile, he wrapped
it around his hand and inhaled deeply. Every deep breath he took turned me on more, seeing how he loved it.
He put the wettest part of the thong in his mouth and licked my cream. I kept getting hotter as he worked the thong over with
his mouth. I wanted my lips wrapped around his cock bad, but I wanted it deep inside me, too. All I could think about was
fucking him, riding that hard, throbbing cock on my kitchen table. I couldn’t wait to get him home.
On our way back from town, he told me to take off my pants, saying he wanted to smell and taste my pussy up close and personally.
I put the car on cruise control and set one leg high on the dashboard so he could lick all the way down my pussy lips. His
soft tongue made my clit hard, and my lips swelled as he licked and nibbled from one to the other. He pulled back to look
at my swollen pussy, then started smacking it and playing with my clit.
I saw a string of my juices stretched from my pussy to his fingers. When he started a repeat session of sucking and licking
every inch of my lips, I moaned and, keeping one hand on the wheel, pushed the back of his head deeper in my pussy, so he’d
get every ounce of my juices on his chin, because after he was done, I licked it all off his face. I’d never felt anything
like it before. He licked my pussy clean till we got closer to my house.
The moment we stepped into the house, he practically ripped my clothes off me while pushing me toward the kitchen table—just
like I had imagined! He laid me on the table, pushed my legs apart, and licked and bit slowly up my thighs, teasing my pussy.
I fought back orgasm, not wanting it yet. I wanted more.
After a while I thought it should be his turn, so I lifted his head from my crotch and licked his chin clean, then told him
to strip and lie on the table. With his cock hard and throbbing, I kissed his sac, then licked my way up his twitching shaft.
He teased me by moving his cock up and down, turning me on even more.
I wrapped my lips around the head, then worked my way down, stroking with my mouth from balls to tip. His deep moans got louder,
making me even hotter. When I couldn’t take it anymore, needing that cock now, I forced my way on top of him and pinned his
chest to the table when he tried to get up. I reached for his cock and slid it past my wet lips inside my pussy. I fucked
him for a few minutes, loving being in control, and I kept fucking him till my body tingled and I finally reached orgasm.
As I was finishing he threw me off, picked me up, and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down with a force that said
he meant business, then shoved his hard-on into me. The faster he fucked me, the more I screamed—for more!
He saw my vibrator sitting on the nightstand and grabbed it. He stuck it in slowly at first, watching my pussy lips grab onto
it. He pulled it back out slowly, then pushed in again. Gradually he moved it faster and harder. I felt myself heading toward
another climax and told him to slow down a little so he could see my lips pulse as I came.
We both shouted, “Ohmygod” as I came. Afterward, I grabbed my toy and tossed it aside. I still needed to feel his cock inside
me. I took hold of his arms and pulled his hot body on top of me, and soon enough I felt his cock buried in my throbbing pussy.
I grabbed his ass
James Wasserman, Thomas Stanley, Henry L. Drake, J Daniel Gunther
Secret Cravings Publishing