I pulled his hand away from me, slipped out of the panties and pulled him over to the bed. I pulled down his boxers and lubricated him quickly with my mouth and flipped around onto my knees and looked back at him, "Roger me Robert, and don't spare the horses," I almost shouted.
He laughed and slipped his cock into my excited pussy like he was a MK VII torpedo sliding into a torpedo tube. He was slow at first and when I whined for more, he sped up and we had a glorious little fast fuck.
He didn't climax when I did, but just held my ass to his hips and whimpered a little as he slowly waved his cock around, extracting the last little bit of my excitement. Then he pulled out with a groan, kneeled, licked my pussy and cleaned me up. He was saving the duvet, I told you he was nice, and he hated the fact that the duvet took so long to dry.
He teased me with his tongue and almost had me climaxing again, but didn't let me go over the edge. We had practiced this for the last year and I had confidence in him. I liked to have a little tension in my pussy for a while.
I got up and wiped myself with a couple of tissues, then licked my nectar off Bob's dick. He was almost ready to cum when I finished, stood up and then put the panties back on. "Put on your shorts Bob. Dom sent me another chapter."
"Oh shit, Donna, why do you encourage that little pervert?" Bob was sure that DomQueen was a five-foot tall gnome that lived in delusions of adequacy in a cave somewhere in Utah.
I wasn't sure where he lived, maybe not even on this planet, as weird as his stories got. Dom seemed to live with his characters, I don't know if they are real or not. His stories were always about Shelia, who kibitzed the plot lines and Dominic, who always seemed to be chained or tied and tortured by villains of unspeakably vile descriptions. Dom mentioned his characters in his messages but never explained who they were. I fired up the computer and downloaded his new chapter while Bob put on his shorts, his robe and went to get us a whisky.
While it was downloading, I put on my robe and took my wireless keyboard to the bed. I was lying on the bed looking over the first paragraph when Bob came in and handed me my whisky.
Bob crawled up behind me on the bed, cupped himself to my hips and looked over my shoulder at the 37-inch television we used to read from in bed, "So what is Sheila up to now? Did the camel ever get laid?"
I felt his erection press against me and I wiggled my ass against him a little, knowing that as much as Bob complained about DomQueen, he liked to read the stories. He settled down and I read through the story, correcting a few commas and checked a few words for spelling. I highlighted a series of paragraphs and typed "TOH?" in italic script of 18 points.
"What does that mean?" Bob asked me and continued to rub my mound as the action of the story began to pick up.
I grinned, "Typing One Handed?" I said. "I never even try to correct sections like this. I make him correct them and send them back to me."
Bob laughed and was insinuating his finger into my panties again. He was breathing on my neck and kissing my ear. I was only a third of the way through the story and pulled his very disturbing hand away from my overheating pussy.
"Spoilsport," he said and reached over and scrolled the text down a little.
DomQueen wrote;
"Meanwhile Sydney the banker cackled, wiping my love nectar off his mustache and said, "Sheila if you don't have the money for the mortgage in ten days, the ranch and your lovely little cum-twat will be mine!"
Sheila shivered, not only would she have to accept the usury of his evil tongue licking her pussy to save the ranch, in ten days she would have to let his empurpled piston of power plunder her most precious possession, her virginity.
"
Oh, will Starbuck ever return to save me?
" Sheila thought.
I laughed at Dom's words. He liked to use phrases like "empurpled piston of power plunder my most precious possession," Alliteration it is called and not something that should found in modern literature. Bob had lifted up the hem of my robe. As DomQueen would say, he had his empurpled piston sliding between my legs along the silken slit of my slippery snatch. I was going to have to do something serious about that, so I saved the file, finished off my whisky and turned to him.
Bob chuckled and finished off his drink, leaned over me and sat his glass down on the nightstand. He snuggled over me and kissed me softly, "I thought that would get your attention," He said and opened my robe to bathe my breasts in kisses.
I played with his curly brown locks and flexed my personal pleasure muscles thinking,
"Maybe Sheila is right, every chapter should end with a mind numbing climax."
As he went lower, and pulled the panties off my legs so he could lick my vulva and make me want him deep inside me, squirming and squirting his steaming semen in my spasming soppy snatch, I grinned, thinking of Dom's alliterations.
Bob had been letting our sex life dwindle away after seven years of marriage, until I had begun to edit for DomQueen. Somehow, the stories of the little pervert had reawakened his passion. I giggled as he licked my thighs and began to bring about my next climax so I would finally let him empty his tense testicles into my twitching twat.
As Bob pressed his lips against my clitoris and sucked, I pursed my lips and sent a kiss to my new best friend who had reinvigorated my oldest best friend. AS Bob's tongue skillfully caressed my clitoris. I thrust my hips up into his face and realized that I did agree with Sheila, every chapter should end with a big shivering climax.
