Rachel moaned softly and tried to breath slowly and deeply through her nose.
Netflix and chill. Bobby had stopped by at the end of the day and after a quick glance around the cookie cutter cubicles of Dilbert Land had asked her if she'd like to come by for dinner before finding something to watch on Netflix.
Rachel glanced up at the flatscreen TV with the intrepid FBI investigators going to interview yet another imprisoned serial killer. She had to admit the series wasn't all that bad, but it was hard to concentrate on the show with Bobby's glans in her mouth.
Rachel let her tongue swirl around the ridge of his glans before forcing the tip into his slit. He gave an appreciative moan of his own and Rachel began to lick beneath his base while just holding him in her mouth. She closed her eyes, FBI forgotten while she savored the feel of his fingers slipping between the wet folds of her labia.
"That's nice," Bobby sighed in a barely heard whisper.
Rachel couldn't agree more and sucked on Bobby's glans, increasing and decreasing the pressure rhythmically.
Rachel was laying lengthwise on the couch, one leg stretched out and her other raised up at an angle with her skirt tangled around her waist while Bobby had slid forward until his ass was barely on the cushions with Rachel's head cradled in his lap. She hadn't bothered with panties when she came over which allowed Bobby's arm draped casually behind her back and his hand between her thighs perfect access.
"Um, um, um, um," Rachel whimpered as Bobby pulled at her inner lips that he had trapped between his dexterous fingers.
Rachel gave Bobby's shaft a gentle squeeze, her hand wrapped around his girth without ever moving her mouth. She could feel the warm, tingling glow spreading through her body, could feel her pleasure slowly building and only flinched a little when Bobby's fingertip lubricated with her own juices found her clit.
This was a game they had played countless times, the slow buildups, the sharing of pleasures, finding someone who had the same fetishes and giving them free reign to see how high the pleasure could build.
"Go... go slower," Bobby sighed, "I'm... go... go easier..."
Rachel stopped moving her tongue around Bobby's glans and only held him in her mouth without moving. She could feel his body trembling beneath her, could feel him struggling not to thrust his dick into her mouth. It was a clash of will versus desire that she was never sure what the outcome would be. Sometimes Bobby's need would overwhelm him so that he would begin thrusting, fucking her mouth, forcing his length down her throat, but this time his body gradually relaxed, his trembling easing as she held his glans in his mouth.
Rachel jerked, her back arching as she felt a fingertip slowly stroking her vulva, the silky smooth caress circling her opening that she could feel squeezing with the need to be filled. Two fingertips stroked over her opening, gathering up her nectar before using the lubrication to stroke and circle her clit.
The fingers of Bobby's other hand began to slip through her hair while he regained control, Rachel beginning to suck and release, suck and release while she let her tongue begin to caress his glans again.
Bobby pulled his hand from between her legs just long enough for him to suck his fingers clean before returning to her wet, tingling folds. Growing up having large labia had always been an embarrassment for her, but Bobby truly loved her petals and had shown her over countless hours how much pleasure they could give her with his attention.
With his fingers that were slowly massaging, pulling and tugging on her inner lips even now. With his mouth.
Rachel could feel Bobby's hips thrusting ever so slightly, his body demanding that she take his length down her throat, but she still only held him in her mouth.
He wasn't the largest man she had ever been with. They had taken a tailor's tape, she measuring him at five and a half inches, he measuring her lips at three and a half, the silly argument about how he was longer than that if she measured his length from his base, her saying she wasn't that long and accusing him of stretching her lips out although she knew he hadn't.
"Ahhh, shit.... Do you want me to cum?" Bobby asked, his hips rocking and moving his glans in her mouth while she held her head completely still.
Rachel didn't respond, her tongue again playing with the slit of his glans. If he wanted to cum he knew he could, that she would happily swallow his seed, and if he wanted to wait, well, it was always fun to see how long he could keep denying himself.
"I'm gonna cum!" Bobby gasped, his hips beginning to move and force his length down Rachel's throat.
Rachel smiled as much as she could with a dick in her mouth and relaxed, Bobby's hand on the back of her head as well as his hips thrusting up forcing his length down her throat.
"Ahh, shit!" Bobby whispered, "Ahhhh, shit!"
Rachel felt Bobby's length jerk in her mouth, the warm splash of cum against the back of her throat and swallowed at the same instant his fingers slipped deep inside of her.
"Mmmmmmmm" Rachel moaned, her back again arching while Bobby began to use two fingers to make a quick 'come here' gesture.
Bobby's hips jerked several times before he relaxed, his fingers running softly through her hair instead of forcing her head down. She let his glans slip from her mouth, her lips pressed tightly together as she sat up.
"I want you.... I want you to sit on my face..." Bobby panted with a grin.
Rachel looked into his blue eyes and nodded before leaning in for a kiss. He grinned and took the back of her head to pull her closer and turned his head slightly. His mouth parted just a little and then Rachel's lips were pressed against his, both their mouths opening and their tongues caressing as she let him taste the last spurt of his seed that she still had in her mouth.
She still remembered how shocked he had been the first time she had pulled this little stunt, his wide eyed amazement followed quickly by how passionate his kiss had become. She had one previous boyfriend get so pissed off that he had walked out and broke up with her, other's who tolerated her little trick if it meant they got more frequent blowjobs, but Bobby enjoyed kissing her right after and had even kissed his cum off her nose, cheeks and eyelids when she told him he could cum on her face if he kissed her clean afterwards.
It helped that he was the sweetest guy she had ever tasted. He still had that chalky, alum taste all guys had, but he also really did taste sweet. He said it was because he drank a gallon of pineapple juice a week just for her... and she honestly believed him.
Rachel finally broke away from their kiss while Bobby quickly lay back lengthwise on the couch.
"I want to feel you inside me first," Rachel said breathlessly and reached down to take Bobby's dick in her hand.
He had already started losing his erection but was still firm enough for her to climb on top of his waist and lower herself down onto him while she used her fingers to help slip him inside.
"Ahhhhh, you feel good," Rachel sighed and then lay down face to face so that she could kiss his mouth again.
Rachel let the tip of her tongue touch his, glide lightly over his lips, press deeper into his mouth while she rocked her hips.
"Damnit!" Rachel finally gasped as Bobby lost even more of his erection.
"Come on," Bobby said with a laugh while looking up at Rachel, "You've gotta give me a couple of minutes.
"And... uhhh, I think I might know what you could do for ten or fifteen minutes."
"Yea?" Rachel shot back and then gave him a quick kiss before letting his flaccid dick slip the rest of the way out of her body before climbing her way up his torso.
