For them, date night usually meant a couch, some booze, and Netflix. If either of them had been paying much attention to the TV they might have admitted sooner that the show sucked. Thankfully, her focus was glued to the unmistakable bulge coming from his lap. He could tell she was horny. The lingering touch on his stomach, an “accidental” lift of the shirt, the way that she made sure to stick her ass out at every opportunity. She wasn’t alone in that feeling, but he liked to make her wait when his desire for her could stand it. At any rate, he knew that around this time she’d be taking a nap. He stroked her hair as she lay her head on his lap, brushing past and over her ears. When he heard the gentle snores, he slid his hand down her side and onto her ass. She was just the right height that his fingertips could reach to her pussy. Not close enough to get much work done, but enough to apply pressure. He gently massaged her there. He could feel her warmth, and he pressed his fingers firmly against it. He loved when she wore his pajamas. It didn’t take long before his fingers were wet.
He was lost in the thought of wishing his arm was just a few inches longer when he felt her grip him through his own thin pajamas. She was only half awake, but she knew what she wanted. Her face started to press into his bulge as her hips rocked against his fingers. Finally, her eyes opened and met his. Without a word, she pulled his cock out and took it in her mouth. She alternated between sucking his cock and making out with it, flicking his head gently with her tongue, savoring the calm before the storm. Pajamas slid down his legs and he cast them to the corner, spreading his legs apart. Saliva was beginning to drip down his cock, and she slid her left hand up and down his shaft until it was nice and wet, and then she slid her hand down to his ass. A moan escaped his lips as she slid her finger inside him. He wasn’t ready to cum yet, but he was getting close. He never could last long with her.
“Stop,” he groaned, gripping her hair and gently pulling her head away from his cock. Her mouth hung open lazily, still entranced by the haze of her nap. He pulled her to his face and they kissed.
“You’re being a very good girl tonight”, he said, finally pulling away from the kiss. “I want your clothes off, now.”
She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. She didn’t know what he had in mind, but that was how she liked it. As he stood from the couch, she stripped down, tugging first at her shirt, pulling it over her head, and tossing it to the corner. Her blonde hair dropped down, falling over her shoulders and resting between her shoulder blades. Hard, perky nipples fought against the weight of her breasts. Next, she gripped her waistband, dropping the pajamas to her ankles. A pair of black briefs adorned her groin, the dark color masking the wetness of the fabric. She sat back down on the couch and he knelt in front of her. Goosebumps prickled her legs as his fingers slid up towards the final layer of cloth. As quick as his approach was slow, he removed her panties. She gasped, spreading her legs instinctively. He kissed his way slowly up her thighs until his face was inches from her pussy. He let her feel his breath, getting closer and closer without giving in to her desires. She rocked her hips, trying to persuade him to kiss her clit. He abided, placing one kiss gently on it, meeting it briefly with his tongue, before kissing back down her other thigh.
“Please sir”, she said, desperate for more of his touch.
He smiled.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He brought his right hand up, sliding his middle and ring finger into her. He pulled them towards himself and started to finger her gently. Her hips slid closer to him, inviting him deeper. She was wet. Incredibly so he might even say if ever someone were to ask him. Her eyes closed as a heated moan escaped her body.
She wanted to touch herself, and it was all she could do to exercise restraint. Instead, she busied her hands with her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples. One minute felt like several, and at last her patience was rewarded. The warmth of his breath was replaced with the heat of his tongue. Placing his lips above and below her clit for support, his tongue began to massage it. He was firm and gentle, a thoughtful lover. She opened her mouth to thank her master, but his finger on her lips told her it was unnecessary. This was an act of service. Her breasts were abandoned as her hands grabbed his head, and she began to fuck his tongue. He allowed her to use him as she desired, keeping his tongue steady. She closed her eyes and pictured what her lover must look like now.
Her mind’s eye saw him on his knees, back arched to please her. She pictured how it would spread his firm ass, how the muscles on his body would flex to hold the position, skin stretching tightly across his well-defined abs. He wasn’t a hairy man, and she didn’t mind that. Preferred it, honestly. Lastly, she pictured his cock. He was big, but not too big. A perfect fit she thought, the first time she felt him. The scene she imagined was a perfect mimicry of reality. Cock mirroring spine, it curved upwards, reaching towards his love as it throbbed in desperation. A string of pre-cum tugged lightly on his member as it dripped to the hardwood floor.
She felt a tingling sensation rising through her clit as she relentlessly thrust towards him, hear breaths per minute rising as she raced towards an orgasm. He was ever too familiar with the pattern, and at the last possible moment, he pulled away, her hands fighting to keep his tongue against her. She lost the battle and began to beg.
“Please sir please, I’m so close.”
“I know”, he said, a smile creeping across his wet mouth. “Lay down. No touching yourself.”
She followed orders well, stretching herself out on the couch, hands returning to her breasts for a distraction. He disappeared into the dark of their room and returned with his belt. He stood above her, his cock mere inches above her face. Slowly, he stroked himself until his cock began to drip. She opened her mouth, and let his pre-cum land upon her tongue.
“Good girl”, he said, his voice a low growl.
Releasing his cock, he wrapped the belt around her neck, pulling it tight.
“Is that okay?”, he asked with his eyes, tugging tighter on the belt as he did.
Her face reddened and she nodded frantically as if to say, “Better than okay”
Satisfied with her answer, he lifted his right leg and placed it beside her on the couch. With his left leg still firmly on the floor, he squatted down on her, pressing his ass into her face. He tightened the belt around her neck as her hands lustfully explored his body. Her tongue pressed against his asshole before pushing its way inside him. With his left hand, he gripped the belt, keeping it tight. With his right, he began to work on her clit. He was an excellent student, and he placed his middle and index finger on either side of her clit as she had taught him, softly rocking it side to side as he gently squeezed his fingers together.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations, and she loved it. Her hands grabbed his ass, his abs, his back, anything they could reach. Finally, they found their way to his now throbbing cock, and she stroked him as he tightened the belt further. She could feel an orgasm building. She started to moan and squirm, her legs dancing in different directions.
“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?”
She gripped his cock tight, and he knew the answer. He denied her, lifting his hand away and releasing the belt as he stood, turning to face her. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips against her ear.
“The only way you get to cum is with my cock in your ass”
There was no debate. She nodded her head, and quickly got on her knees, facing the back of the couch.
“Please, please I want it so bad, I need it,” she said, looking back at him.
His tongue met her asshole, and it didn’t take much warming up before it was completely inside her. He could feel her fingers rubbing her pussy and it made his cock bounce. He slapped her ass a few times for good measure, and she thanked him every time. He grabbed her breast in one hand, her throat in the other, and pressed his cock against her asshole. He had gotten only an inch inside her when she felt his breath on her ear.
“You get to cum when I do.”
She nodded and felt his cock start to work its way inside her. Inch by inch he filled her until she felt she was at her limit. At exactly that moment she felt his balls meet her pussy. She had all of him. The realization put her on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum baby,” she gasped out. It wasn’t too articulate, but he got the gist. That was all it took. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he knew her ass could take, kissing her ears and groaning for her to hear. Finally, she felt his cock start to pulse inside her, as his desperation reached its limit. He erupted inside her, legs shaking as long, deep groans escaped his mouth.
She had barely been holding on as it was, and soon as his groans hit her ear, she climaxed. They were loud. They couldn’t help it. Her asshole tightened around his cock, draining his cum into her. They rocked back and forth against one another, enjoying each second of their partners’ orgasm, and when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he pulled his cock from her ass. They collapsed on the couch, smiling tiredly at each other as they caught their breath.
“You know,” he said finally, hooking a thumb at the TV, “This show fucking sucks.”
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