Reality Is Better Than Fantasy

She nervously stood on the path to his house. This was it. It was finally coming to fruition. For a year now they had been chatting online. Constant banter every day, like they were the best of friends. Sure they had their moments, and the odd misunderstandings that come with the territory of missing the facial expressions and tones of a voice to express thoughts on a screen; but they had made it through, they had talked it through and grew stronger together with each passing day.

It wasn't all easy. When they had first met, they were both committed to someone else. The beauty of the internet was that you could reach out and enjoy another's company without it really being cheating. Their significant others were still a strong presence in their respective lives and nothing, it seemed was going to change that.

Yet here she stood, looking at his house, the butterflies building in her stomach. The connection started as most of them did with her flirting and making suggestive comments of what her tongue would do to his hard cock. His response surprised her and took her down a path of submission that she would not normally go, but she felt instantly safe with him. Their conversations grew to more than a sexual banter. They became friends, embroiling each other in their lives outside the computer screen.

They took trips together, taking photos of the world around them to include the other their escapades. Despite the times differences and distance between them, their passion grew for each other.

Three months of suggestions had brought her to stand outside his house. Three months of secret discussions and elaborate stories had allowed her to head overseas alone. She pondered the coming events. Would they still find each other as irresistible as they did online? Would this just be a close friendship or would something more happen?

When the borders were opened and international travel was permitted once more, she booked her flights and planned the most exciting trip to see him. Now that she was here, outside his house, she wondered briefly if this was the right thing to do. Reality doesn't always live up to the fantasy we create.

She closed her eyes, breathed deep and stepped forward. Walking down the path was an exhilarating feeling knowing that soon she would be face to face with the man that had talked her through some of the hardest moments of her life. Standing on his doorstep she confidently rang the bell.

His smile was the first thing that greeted her. A smile she had imagined a million times. This smile did not disappoint. It stirred feelings in her stomach, familiar feelings and emotions. His eyes shone back at her looking deep into hers. He knew her secrets and her dreams. His soul radiated out to her. The soul she had grown to love over words on a screen.

He stretched out his arms and welcomed her to him. She stepped forward and felt the warm embrace of this man who had been her confidante and best friend for what seemed like forever. He kissed her forehead, his soft lips lingering on her skin. Her whole body relaxed. He ushered her into the house and led her to the loungeroom where coffee awaited. The smell of vanilla and caramel wafted through the house and melted her senses. He knew she loved caramel in her coffee, and he loved his morning vanilla latte.

Sitting across from each other they sipped their coffees and engaged in their usual banter. Despite him being fourteen years her senior they spoke as if they were on the same level. His older features were a comfort to her as they portrayed the warm soul that dwelled beneath the surface. His extra years provided a wisdom and experience not seen in guys her age which excited her.

As they spoke, she felt a growing need in the pit of her stomach. She stood and moved over to him. Knowing he was always the dominant one she playful took the lead straddling him on the couch. She placed his coffee on the table behind her and lent in for a kiss. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she brushed her lips across his every so lightly, before pulling back and gazing into his eyes.

He smiled at her, his hands running up her legs to her arse, digging his fingers into the flesh. She needed no further permission, falling forward and capturing his lips with hers. Her hunger for him took over as she forced her tongue into his mouth, tasting the vanilla of his coffee and the deliciousness of him. Her pussy responded to his hands pulling her hips down and forward, onto the increasing bulge in his crotch. This was better than fantasy.

Her hands moved to his face, cradling his cheeks as her lips devoured him. She wanted to be his, all his. She spread her knees further apart to allow her body closer to him, to the parts of him she wanted most at that point. His hand moved between them sliding under her skirt to find her soaked pussy. She moaned as she felt a finger gliding up and down her slit through her panties. She felt him smile against her kiss, knowing he was enjoying the tease.

She slid one hand down his chest, her nails drawing lines across his skin through his shirt. Reaching his shorts, she expertly undid the closure and delved inside. His cock was hard and throbbing in her hand. She desperately wanted him inside her. Pulling him free she massaged the length of him with her hand. Slow steady strokes caused him to breath deep. He pulled her panties to one side and guided his hard member toward her saturated pussy.

She felt the head of his cock at her lips and dropped down on him, taking all of him into her warmth. He moaned against her lips as her tightness gripped his shaft. His hands back on her hips he controlled the movement, pulling her to him and pushing her back. The rocking of her hips sent shivers through her body feeling his cock sliding in and out against the walls and opening of her pussy. She broke the kiss to aide in the movements. As he pulled her forward, she arched her back, his cock driving deeper into her. Pulses of electricity flooded through her as his hard rod penetrated to depths not felt before.

He moved a hand between them once more, finding her clit with his thumb. Lubricating his thumb from the juices she was exuding, he began a slow, pressured danced across her sensitive nub. She groaned and pressed her hips into him, taking him deep and feeling the warmth begin to tingle in her toes. He could feel her rising orgasm and danced faster, circling the nerve in a relentless tease. She grinded into his finger and his cock, the warmth moving to her stomach. He pressed hard on her clit as he drew a clothed nipple into his mouth, biting hard. She screamed as the orgasm and pain flooded her. He held her tight as her body convulsed with the intensity of the explosion.

Slowly she came back to the room, aware of the hard cock still embedded inside her. He smiled at her, content with her pleasure and prepared to return to their coffees. As he attempted to lift her off, she held fast, a cheeky grin spreading across her lips. She shook her head and squeezed her sensitive muscles around his cock. Biting her bottom lip, she raised herself off him and knelt at his feet, awaiting instructions.

He stared at her, not sure where this was going. She leaned forward, her arms resting on his legs, grasping his muscle in her hands. He understood her intentions and reached out grabbing a handful of her hair. With a tight grasp he pulled her head down onto his eager cock. Her lips spread wide as the shaft was pushed into her mouth. The warm wetness of her tongue glided the length of him as he drove himself into her once again.

She pursed her lips to grip his shaft, as he moved her head up and down. The sight of her head bobbing on his cock excited him but he wanted more, he wanted to see her eyes, see the passion they both felt. He pulled her back, his cock popping out of her mouth. She whimpered. Standing before her he removed his shirt and used it to tie her arms behind her back. She felt vulnerable as he secured her arms but the cock in front of her made her lose any inhibitions she may have felt.

He grabbed her head once again and guided it to his waiting cock, driving it deep into her once more. His finger under her chin lifted her gaze to meet his. Her deep blue eyes penetrated him. Her lust for him clearly written on her face. She smiled around the muscle embedded in her mouth. His hand guided her head, pushing her off him leaving only his head resting in her mouth, before plunging her back down, driving the knob to the back of her throat. She gagged briefly before her body accommodated his hard cock, relaxing and taking him further in.

She moved her tongue to caress the shaft that invaded her mouth, enjoying the feel of him so deep into her. Her pussy began to gush. It frustrated her that she could not touch herself. She edged closer to him, straddling his foot, hoping to be able to use his leg for friction on her clit.

He felt her move closer, her pussy hovering near his leg. He felt a drip of excitement escape the opening and knew she was eager to be taken again, but he resisted, wanting to prolong the pleasure. He had been keeping a steady pace with his hand on her head, controlling the strokes and the depth. He could feel his own excitement growing slowly in his stomach. He sped up the pace, pulling her head towards him and driving his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper down her throat.

Her eyes still locked with his, a tear falling down her cheek as he fucked her mouth with abandon. He knew he was close, but he didn't stop, relishing in the feel of his dominance over her. He felt her hips against his leg and knew she was trying to use him for relief.

She opened her mouth wider to accept the faster, deeper pace of his thrusts. Her pussy ached to be touched, to feel release. She pushed her hips forward onto his leg trying to get some friction and pleasure. Suddenly the cock was pulled from her mouth. She was lifted to her feet, his lips pushed against hers in a passionate kiss. She melted into him, savouring his taste and desire, before he spin her around and pushed her onto the couch.

Her knees fell onto the seat while her face landed on the top. Her hands still bound behind her. In one movement his cock was deep into her dripping pussy. She cried at the relief of begin filled by this man she loved so dearly. He drove his shaft into her, holding her wrists to pull her back onto him. She ignored the pain in her shoulders as his pounding brought fresh juice to her cunt and her stomach began to tingle with the sensations.

She pushed her hips back onto him, squeezing his cock as he hammered into her. He knew he was about to cum. He pulled himself out of her accommodating pussy and lined himself up to her arse. Slowly he pushed himself into the tight space. She groaned as she felt her arse being stretched over his hard rod. The feeling made her pussy weep. Deep inside he settled briefly before resuming his thrusts. Long, deep strokes brought him to the end. His body tingled with the sensation of her tight arse wrapped around his cock and her younger willing body accepting him.

He relaxed and unloaded his cum deep in her arse. The feel of his cock deep in her arse, twitching his release filled her with pride and passion. She flexed her muscles to grasp his shaft and milk every last drop from him. He groaned at sensation of pressure around his shaft and jetted another load into her.

Sated and relaxed he removed himself from her and flipped her to sit on the couch. Dropping to his knees he pushed her legs apart, moving between them. His hand slid up her leg and toward her waiting pussy. She moaned as fingers delved into her, arching her back to accommodate him. His fingers wiggled inside her before he began to pump them in and out. Leaning forward his tongue snaked out and found her clit. She jumped as his tongue expertly flickered over her sensitive nub.

His mouth covered her pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue continued the endless flickering sending electricity through her. She writhed on the couch, the orgasm rising quickly through her feet, up her legs and into her stomach. Knowing she was close he bore down on her clit, his fingers driving in deep and caressing the walls of her pussy. Her body tensed as the orgasm rushed over her. She raised her hips off the couch to meet his mouth. He held her tight, her body vibrating at the continued touch of his wet tongue. She screamed with the pleasure and torment of his ministrations.

He released her clit, his fingers still inside her as he raised himself up to kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips and savoured the tang. Her hungry tongue found his and caressed the length, devouring him as much as she could.

Eventually they parted. Sitting next to each other she nestled into his chest, his arm wrapped around her. Reality was much better than fantasy.