Ritchie was adamant, "Margaret this whole situation is ridiculous. I can't believe I let you lure me over here."
"We can make this work. Just stay the night with me."
"I don't think my significant other would appreciate..."
I interrupted him, "So, are you still seeing her on the side?"
"I don't see her on the side I see YOU on the side."
"Significant other?" I laughed a little, "Are you married or is she a lover? Do you live with her?"
The blue eyes that used to hold me captive now seemed ice cold. "You know enough about my personal life. And since I'm breaking this off, there is no need to give any details about her or our relationship."
"I was only asking because on numerous occasions you have mentioned thinking of me at night and masturbating. That doesn't seem plausible if you live with someone. If you sleep next to her but fantasize about me that means something."
"It means I have a healthy sex life. There's nothing wrong with fantasy and experimentation. That's what you don't seem to get. The reason I'm leaving you is because you won't try new things, BASIC things that most people do when they fuck. I can devour your body yet your lips..." His voice softened, "...your beautiful lips won't venture past my face."
I knew he was talking about anal sex. We had only been lovers since February but he had requested it several times. Maybe he had a right to know... maybe I should tell him my secret. "I had a dream about us and I think it was prophetic." When I looked over at Ritchie he appeared to be staring off into space. But he smiled when I began to blush.
He was interested. "What happened in this dream?"
"I umm, I performed fellatio, you know." When he laughed at my confession, I distanced myself. I settled on the couch next to the window and looked outside to avoid his stare. Ritchie followed and sat beside me.
"You mean you sucked my cock," He prodded. I laughed nervously, still avoiding his gaze. I had never talked explicitly with anyone, man or woman. Understandably I found the conversation slightly uncomfortable yet erotic. No matter what I was feeling at the moment, this honesty, though awkward, was necessary.
"Yes," came out as a whisper.
Ritchie scooted closer and reached for my hand. His voice was soothing, "So say it dirty."
I turned to face him contemplating his question.
"Tell me what you did in your dream." He let go of my fingers and rested his arm around my shoulder. "You sucked my cock,"
"I performed fellatio." I repeated. My eyes fell to my lap as shame washed over me. Then I noticed it. Ritchie was hard.
It was a contest of wills that needed to end. "Margaret?"
"I sucked... your cock." I said softly, shaking my head in disbelief. How could I utter such filth? I couldn't believe I just told him that. After all only bad girls did such things... and I was a good girl.
"Did you like it?"
My eyes were glued to the bulge in his jeans. Ritchie started unfastening them with his free hand, causing my vagina to betray me when his erection came into view. "Yes," I admitted, weakly as I watched it twitch.
"Show me how you sucked it." He was maneuvering me down to his lap, guiding me first by the shoulder then by my neck. "Its ok... I know its your first time." Ritchie's fingers tangled through my dark mane.
I was face to face with his one eyed devil. Captivated and disgusted at the same time. My mouth opened slightly but not enough to take him in totally. All I managed was a taste, like the first lick of an ice cream cone to gage the flavor. "I sucked your cock." I said it louder this time but the powerful statement still sounded pathetic.
"Show me Margaret." He encouraged.
There were reservations, "What if..."
"Just start off slow and easy." The tone in his voice was hypnotic, willing me to honor his request.
I tucked a leg under myself and pivoted around so that I was sideways. Once in position, I leaned over again and went down on him. This time I didn't stop at the tip, my mouth slid down to the base then pulled against the suction on the way up. Each time my head bobbed there was a new sensation on my tongue to take pleasure in. Ritchie's moaning told me that he liked it too. I savored the taste and texture of him and started to move my hand in pace with my mouth. That simple action prevented his short blond hairs from tickling my nose. Ritchie was sooo wet and that allowed me to move with ease over him.
"You're so naughty," He teased, moving the hair from my face. "My naughty girl."
I had been gently massaging his balls, but took a break from my sucking to stimulate them orally. He groaned when the cool air hit his cock which appeared rosy against his fair skin. I teased him with my tongue then gently brought his sack into my mouth. It was a move I had apprehensively made in my dream. After a few moments I made my way back to his erection kissing it then swirling my tongue around the tip before plunging down the veins and ridges. The taste of his pre cum in the back of my throat soaked my already damp panties. But as he neared climax he lost control and began pumping himself up into my mouth. All I could do was try to stay soft for him, a relaxed hole with no teeth. My lips stayed open as he pumped deep building friction. I felt the back of my dress rise and my panties bunch to the side. Ritchie had found my wetness and was exploring it with his fingers. It was hard concentrate now. I found myself grinding down on his hand guiding his attention to my clit. But he was interested in other things. His hand, slick with my juices, began to retract. He was still rubbing me, rubbing my behind when he spread my cheeks. I was open... exposed... and secretly intrigued. What was he up to? And then I felt it. Ritchie was working a finger into my ass. Oh my god it felt so damn good, but it was wrong. I gagged while crying out, "Ahhhh... no no no." The words were muffled by my mouth full of cock. Just a garbled plea for him to stop. "No no no no no" I was saying to myself in my head. Telling myself, 'No, you aren't supposed to like this feeling'. I was physically and mentally a mess and Ritchie was loving it.
