I walk in, the unlocked door awaiting my entrance, and there he reclines. A muscular, male Odalisque splayed naked across the chintz covered sofa. A most masculine, mustached man upon that refined, cushioned ground would seem like a contradiction in terms. But it’s the perfect, unabashed contrast to his potency, urging my desire. An erect knight in a flowered field. Lust riding romance. My breath catches, my pussy clenches as always whenever I find him so deliciously flaunting his virile charms.
I shed my sundress in seconds and, naked, join him, feeling his body receive the sweet slap of my breasts. Sliding down to his cock, I grasp and suck exuberantly, caressing the fullness of his balls with the other hand. Gently his hands reach down to remove my eyeglasses and set them aside. On prior occasions he has had me keep them on and look up at him over them. And I keep expecting that one day he will shoot his load all over them, it’s something he’s talked about. But today is different, he wants no barriers to my burying my face on the root of his desire.
“Lick my balls, I shaved them for you.”
“Yes, I can taste it.” Spoken from a place of deep pleasure between running my yearning tongue over their smooth contours. Complementing my own bare pussy. Until I began keeping my pussy shaved, I never realized how much hornier I get when, looking down between my legs, I’m confronted by my labia, vulva and pearl. Yes, pubes are beautiful too, but fully seeing my flared womanhood is beyond arousing to me these days.
“I love it when you talk to me while you’re sucking me off.”
Suck-talk-suck-talk. This deep-throat dialogue could go on and on. Only he knows how ready I am. How hungry my pussy is, how agonized with throbbing lust. As always, his timing is exquisite.
“You must be so wet now.” In response I plunge my middle finger up my honey cave, feeling my pulsing liquid depths and, extracting it, give him the first taste. (I always think of Rose MyErotica at this juncture. We both know sucking cock to be the direct route to having a succulent pussy.)
He tells me to lie down on the sofa and we switch out.
When I’m positioned on my back as he wants me, he begins eating me out with the animal ferocity I’m craving. Chewing on my clit, bringing me to the brink of the orgasmic abyss, his primal sex face and mine mirroring each other. His strong hands grasp my breasts, rocking them in counterpoint to the hot rhythm of his tongue. I grasp the pumped muscles of his arms, becoming even more crazed from the sensation of their hardness.
Then that finger — fingers — entering me, jabbing my G-spot mercilessly while his tongue keeps strumming my clit. My moaning-screaming orgasm is hard, heaving, shattering. He leaves a finger inside me as the aftershocks take over. Once my nervous system settles down he extracts it gradually.
I sit up now. Time to dress and go. I will smile all night and cum, moaning guttural sounds from fingering my hard wetness, thinking of how he demolished my pussy today. And how he will again tomorrow. Deep-dicking me doggy style. More to cum.
