[FM] He built me a pillow fort for our booty call.

“Come over.”

I hit send before I lose my nerve. I was horny, and it gets quite lonely living in an apartment all by myself.

Thirty minutes later, just as I was starting to lose hope, my phone buzzed.

“Woah. Demanding.”

Ten seconds later I get a follow-up message… “I wish I could. But I’m right in the middle of a project.” He’s a graphic designer. He works from home. Thus, still working at 9 pm on a Monday night.

I send the ubiquitous eggplant-tongue emoji combo.

Thirty seconds after that… “Well you could hide under my desk if you want. But that might make working kind of hard.”

“I like making things hard,” I shoot back, “See you in thirty minutes.”

Heart-eyes emoji comes back ten seconds later. Is that a yes or no?

“So you know I’m actually coming over, right?”

“You’re fun. I’m making you a pillow fort.”

Game on. I hop in the shower quickly before making the five-minute drive in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt with only a little bralette underneath.

He answers the door and gives me a quick kiss. He runs his hands up and down my yoga pants-clad butt and legs. We walk through the living room to his office. He is true to his word. He has set up a pillow and a soft blanket beneath his desk for me. A pillow fort! I look appraisingly at the set up and get down on my knees.

He undresses and sits back down on the exercise ball he uses for an office chair. I crawl under the desk. It’s kind of low and I barely fit. I scoot out and shift my legs so that they are straight out on either side of the ball. He shifts his attention back to the screen. I take his semi-hard cock in my hands with a grin. He groans a little. This is going to be fun.

I wrap one hand around his cock and use my tongue to slowly lick from top to bottom. Another moan. The typing and clicking pauses for a moment. I bring my mouth to his cock and swirl my tongue around his head before taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I descend slowly until my mouth is holding almost his entire length. The clicking has stopped again and he rolls back slightly on the ball to give me better access.

“Holy. Fuck.” I think he likes it.

I come up for air and look up at him with a smile. He’s looking down at me with that look that is sort-of drunk with arousal. He goes back to work, so I go back to work. I devour and lick every inch of him. Of course, I cannot forget the balls. I take them each into my mouth in turn, lavishing attention and saliva on them as I go.

“Mmmm. Wet. Wet is good,” his attention has wandered from the screen again as his hands come off his keyboard to pull off my sweatshirt and run his warm hands down my back. His hands come to rest on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. I think I’m winning the battle against that pesky project that is up on his computer screen.

I go back to licking and sucking and generally enjoying the cock in front of me. Saliva begins oozing from my mouth as I start slowly and then pick up a rhythm. His typing is slower and slower. His breath is getting heavier and more erratic.

“Ugh. You’re so good.”

“I know I am. You know… I can’t wait to have you inside me after this.” A few more minutes and I have him where I want him, “Go get a condom.”

I snuggle up on the blanket under the desk while he goes upstairs and comes back with all the supplies necessary to continue our escapade. We move to the couch where I perch on his lap. I rub up against him feeling myself grow wetter and wetter as his hard cock pushes up against me.
Finally, when I don’t think we can stand it anymore, I feel him enter me, and a sigh of relief escapes me. He feels incredible as I start moving up and down on his cock, gyrating my hips slowly and sensuously. He grabs my waist and squeezes. His hands move up my body and press my boobs together. He pinches the nipples. Hard. I want to tell him that maybe a little harder is fine. Just don’t leave bruises anywhere they can’t be covered. (One time I had a bruise the size of a baseball on my calf with distinct teeth-shaped bits. That was difficult to explain. But that’s a story for another time.)

He flips me over and puts my legs on his shoulders. He turns me around and bends me over the couch. My boobs smack together as he thrusts, holding my waist securely. He pinches my waist hard, he wraps his arms around me, he groans. I can’t hold back my moans either. My breath comes in gasps as I push myself back up against him, craving more. I need him deeper.
He pulls out and removes the condom. Slathering his cock in oil, I place it between my breasts and squeeze them together. I give a lick every now and again for good measure. Soon he can’t handle it any longer.

“Finish all over my tits. I want it all over me,” I tell him.

He cums all over my oiled-up tits.

Ten minutes later, I walk out the front door. He goes back to finishing his project. I sleep soundly that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6i3us0/fm_he_built_me_a_pillow_fort_for_our_booty_call

2 comments on “[FM] He built me a pillow fort for our booty call.

  1. This was both arousing and very very cute. It’s adorable that he made you a pillow fort!

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