I have a friend- her name in this story will be Maggie, because I'd feel strange using her real name. One night my wife and I were out having some cocktails with her and her new husband. The evening was going well- we hopped a few bars and ended up at a strip club. Out of the blue, and when we happened to be alone for a few minutes, Maggie asked me if I knew what friends with benefits was. I smiled, though I was not ready for a question like that, and said of course I do. Just then, her husband came back and we said nothing more about it that night. But it sure got me thinking.
Well, soon her husband's true nature began to show, and Maggie showed up at my doorstep battered and bruised by him. She came to me looking for comfort and protection, so there was no way I was going to pursue any FWB course of action- it just didn't feel right. It wasn't long before they divorced. When the smoke cleared, and life was back to normal, I brought up that old question she asked me. She was dating again, but she smiled and we talked. I said I loved the scenario where I could be called on to orally please her at her whim (if I was free to do so at the time). She agreed that it might be a very workable relationship!
On my way home from work one day, I got my first summons :) So I swung by, rang the bell, and as the door swung open, my eyes feasted on Maggie in a black negligee and crotchless panties. She was obviously ready for action!
I immediately began to salivate like Pavlov's dog. OK, I admit it. I AM a dog. But I'm a happy one. I walked in and she smiled at me as she led me to her bedroom. She was surprisingly dominant at this point- I didn't know she had this in her. But I complied eagerly with every command. She told me to lie on my back- that she was going to facefuck me. I was feeling a bit intimidated by the directness of her instructions, so I was unsure if I complied more from free will, or from mild fear. No matter, I was eager to please.
As she climbed on top of my chest, I saw for the first time, her full-bushed pussy and I couldn't wait to taste it. She knelt on my arms, effectively pinning me to the mattress, and lowered her sweet honey box to my lips. Her pussy lips parted as she spread her legs and I could see the sweet nectar already beginning to ooze. She commanded me to lick her slit and drive my tongue into her hole as deep as I could, as I felt her hips pressing down, consuming my tongue even more. As I licked her wet slit up and down, in rhythm with her softly undulating hips, she was fingering her clit. My mustache and beard were getting pretty frosted by now, but I was trying to take as much of her delicious juice into my mouth as possible.
