Cradled in Joel's arms she caressed his cock, kissing it tenderly.
"I'm so glad I met you Felicia. You have such vivid sex fantasies, I'm almost jealous." His fingers twisted her puffy nipples.
"Oh Joel you really know how to make a woman um... feel like a woman." He stared at her naked body and grinned, a macho leering grin... a grin that she normally hated.
But at that moment Felicia loved being ogled like a piece of fuck-meat...
"So you feel like a woman... a well-fucked woman?" His grin grew bigger as he watched her face.
She bit her lip and nodded. His fingers caressed down her spine, with his dark eyes peering into hers. "Felicia all you needed was a good, old fashioned screwing... a double screwing." Felicia's face turned red.
Joel pulled her closer, kissing her lips and sucking her nipples. His stiff prick slid slowly along her tingly pussy lips... the naughty sensation brought back the vivid fantasy of two cocks inside her body, shoving deep, spewing loads of warm cum into her core.
Just then Felicia felt Mr. Deon behind her, pressing his long black boner into her ass... She couldn't tell if he was the real Deon, or her fantasy lover Deon, but it didn't matter... Felicia smiled and spread her butt-cheeks.
****
Felicia just met Joel an hour ago.
Three years single. Three years of dating and trying to flirt. Felicia found out she could still attract guys. It was thrilling that men still wanted her... or wanted inside her... same thing.
But in three long years she'd only had one very fast, very drunk fuck.
Then Felicia ran into Joel at a Starbucks... literally ran into him and splashed his shirt and face with a large double mocha. She felt so bad she let the handsome stranger buy her a drink, a double martini.
Before she knew it they were naked in his hotel room, um... screwing. Afterward Joel kissed down her neck and she felt his warm tongue circling her naked tit. "Don't have sex often, do you Miss Felicia? "
"How-how can you tell?"
"I'm a psychologist." He laughed. "Plus as soon they got naked you wanted to watch TV, instead of fucking. But my prick had other ideas."
Felicia nodded and he cuddled closer. "No..." She watched him pull off the used rubber. "We... me and my pussy haven't had real sex in over three years." Her face blushed as Joel's fingers slip down her slit, dangerously close to her clitty.
"Hmm... so much pent-up desire in a sexy young woman... Felicia I'll bet you had to finger yourself daily." She nodded and blushed again. He kissed her ear as his finger lightly pushed into her sore hole.
Dr. Joel's lips nibbled down her neck, sending warm tingles through her thighs. He whispered, "Let's go for seconds, slower and no condom."
Felicia's mind spun... Again? The naughty caresses, the feeling of a man's warm body so close to hers awakened another round of lusty urges.
"Three years? Young lady I'm surprised your poor pussy didn't shrivel up and fall off."
"I've seen it happen many times." He laughed and Felicia hid her face under the pillow. But Joel pulled it away, kissing her lips and tongue-tickling her nipples until they stuck up like pink bullets.
"So much sexual need, so much yearning in your thighs." She felt Joel's lips and tongue draw a wet path between her tits and down her belly, causing her to breathe faster as he nibbled her navel.
