You greet me at the door. You give me a hug and make some small talk as we take a seat on the couch. The TV is on at a low volume, enough to make out but not enough to distract. You initiate small talk - "How was your day? You found the place OK? How has your week been?"
As we chat, you keep inching closer and closer to me, and while I can tell that you're listening, I'm also aware that there's something else on your mind. I can see it in your eyes, a hungry, almost carnal look. You keep licking your lips, occasionally biting your lips, almost unconsciously.
Soon, you're right next to me - I mean, RIGHT next to me, uncomfortably close. During a lull in the conversation, you suddenly lean over and kiss me, and it isn't but a few seconds before your tongue and mine meet. As our tongues dance, we make out for several minutes without speaking. I gently caress your head, your shoulders, and eventually your breasts, while your hands roam from my head to my back, around my chest and eventually to my crotch, making your intentions plain.
You break the kiss and whisper in my ear, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
You head back to the bedroom, and a few minutes later, I hear you beckon me to follow.
There you are, laying on the bed in a sexy pose in one of your favorite bra, panty, and stocking lingerie combos. I stand in the doorway as you get up on all fours and crawl toward me on the bed.
"Come here." You make the words with your mouth, but no sound escapes your lips as your pointer finger beckons me toward the bed.
"How about you come here," I respond.
Slowly, seductively, you get up off the bed and walk over to me, taking my hand and leading me further into the room. Standing next to the bed, we resume making out for several more minutes before you whisper into my ear, "You have way too many clothes on. Let's see if we can make you more comfortable."
You walk around me several times, undressing me with your eyes once more before you slowly begin to undress me yourself - first shoes and socks, then the shirt. Facing me, you shove your tongue in my mouth one more time, then begin working your way southward.
Finally on your knees, my pants are no problem for you as my manhood strains against my boxers. You tease, breathing warm air on my cock, reaching around and grabbing my ass, before finally setting me free. You slowly, SLOWLY, kiss, lick, nibble, and tease the shaft, up one side and down the other several times, but also pausing to caress the very, very tip with your lips and tongue. It's almost an agonizing few minutes for me as you take your time teasing, caressing, and admiring my cock, never completely putting it in your mouth.
"You have a beautiful cock," you whisper. "But even beautiful cocks aren't allowed to cum in my mouth," you tell me. At this point, I can only mutter my agreement to your terms.
Slowly - VERY slowly - you engulf my manhood with your mouth. As your slow, sensual, wet, sloppy blowjob takes place, I am in absolute heaven.
As you begin worship my cock, you take the opportunity to remove your bra. Your beautiful breasts on full display, in all their glory.
Soon you feel me tensing up, thinking that maybe I'm about to cum. However, you remind yourself that I promised not to do so while in your mouth. Surely he can hold out longer than this, you think. But suddenly, and without warning, I do begin to cum. The first blast or two catches you by surprise, right in your mouth. You quickly redirect the rest to your breasts, all the while stroking my cock with your hand for more. At the same time, my cum runs out of your mouth, down your chin, and onto your chest. I finally sit on the bed, my sexual tension relieved.
I as begin to realize exactly just what happened, I expect you to be very upset, but, in a very non-threatening manner, you tell me, "I think you might just regret that. But first, let's make sure there's no more in there." You put your lips back on my cock and swirl your tongue, making sure it's clean.
With a sly smile, you get up and tell me, "Why don't you lay back on the bed while I get cleaned up."
While rubbing my cum on your breasts, you head for the restroom to clean yourself off, and when you return, still topless but apparently cleaned up, to my surprise that hungry look is still in your eyes, Before I have much of a chance to react, you crawl on top of me, straddling me in a girl-on-top position.
"Now it's my turn," you tell me, as you dive in for another makeout session.
A few minutes later, you scoot yourself up my torso and smother my face in your bare breasts. "Time for you to worship these breasts," you tell me. Giving specific directions, you move me from side to side to neck to nipple and all over. Suddenly, you press down, my face caught between your breasts. As I struggle for breath, you keep remind me that I agreed to not to come in your mouth.
"Do those tits taste good?" you ask. "A little salty maybe? That isn't sweat, just so you know."
At this point, I realize you didn't clean your chest; you simply spread the cum until it dried.
"Now let's see how much you can really take," you say as you move your body further up my torso.
Panties still on, I can smell, even see, your wetness. After a few seconds of hovering your panty-covered pussy above my face, you begin smothering my face with your crotch. "Lick my panties," you order; I comply. "Kiss my thighs, run your tongue everywhere you can reach."
Looking up, I can see you've watching me over the past several minutes. "Good boy. Think you can handle more?" you ask with yet another sly smile. "Don't move."
You spin around to a 69 position. "Oh, I see you're excited for more! Good!"
