[Part Three of Three of "The Delivery" - Featuring Outfit #3]
I was starting to wonder if I had actually died while sitting in my easy chair and had now been plunged into my own very personal version of hell. I would be forced to endure all eternity constantly aroused, incredibly enticed...but with no release ever. I had a seat in the chair and contemplated my throbbing cock. I thought about just grabbing you the next time you came in the room, throwing you to the floor and then fucking you hard until I covered you with the gallons of cum now waiting in my purplish-blue balls. I wondered if that would be considered a crime. Even if it was a felony, I was starting to believe a jury with at least one guy on it would let me walk.
You call from the other room, "Wow! This is the most complex and fiendishly kinky piece of clothing I think I've ever seen!" Yep, definitely my own personal version of hell. "This thing had to have been created by a committee of ten horny guys! Hey, uh, sir...could you put on a little music for me? Something I can dance to!"
Great...now I'm expected to provide a soundtrack to my torture! It was an older cut, but I knew that I had Pussycat Dolls' "Dontcha" somewhere close. That seemed appropriate for the outfit you'd be wearing. I stumbled over to the sound system with my fist around my cock and was able to locate it through my addled brain.
I sat back down as the hard thump of the driving beat filled the room..."dontcha wish yer girlfriend was hot like me.." ...and you came strutting in on your heels looking like every guys' impossible wet dream. Damn! I remembered looking at that outfit on-line when I bought it...but I had no idea it would look like this in person!
The bustier material had a wet-look with silver studs up the sides. It was an "open cup" teddy which meant your firm tits were sitting on top of some underwire frames completely out in the open and looking deliciously suckable. I did notice just how hard your nipples had gotten and was starting to think maybe this wasn't just the "professional" assignment you made it out to be. Surely you weren't going to stop me again...just seconds from exploding...to tell me the delivery seemed complete and in order.
This teddy was obviously designed strictly for sex. I could imagine the ten horny guys on the committee that you mentioned stroking themselves as they came up with ever kinkier and kinkier features to add to the design. It's crotchless and I can see the wet lips of your pussy peeking through the wet-look material. You turn around, getting into your dance. The whole thing is backless except for some strategically placed straps criss-crossing your back. The straps meet together creating a G-string. I love the view of your hot ass in the incredibly complex G-string.
I absentmindedly move my hand down to my hard cock and start to stroke slowly as I watch you grind and shake in this unbelievably hot outfit. You are still wearing the nude stockings. Your sky-high stilletos seem to have been made with this kind of a getup in mind. You slip on some lacy, sexy black gloves that go to your elbows. Damn! This outfit did not miss a sexy TRICK!
You notice me starting to stroke my throbbing and engorged prick. This seems to remind you of something. "Oh, right!" You run out of the room back to the foyer and I'm thinking, "oh, great...leave me hard again!" But you return immediately with the star spangled vibe and the bottle of lube. The dance continues as you dribble some of the lube over the head of the vibe. You shake your hot ass at me as you work the lube onto the length of the toy.
"Mmmmmm..." you say as you start to stroke the nine inch vibrating cock, "I could really use a little relief...this delivery has gotten me...worked up!" Tell me about it!! I've got a pillar of throbbing marble mounted in my crotch area and YOU'RE complaining about needing relief?
Oh, damn...oh...you start to provide yourself a little relief!! You turn around in front of me and bend over at the waist. You're looking through your legs directly at me with the most smokingly sexy glint in your eyes. I can see your full pussy lips trying to escape the opening of the crotchless teddy. Then, without breaking your gaze, you touch your hot slit with the head of the vibe. The moment it makes contact with your swollen pussy lips causes you to shudder. I see your eyes roll back in your head. After a couple of inches have been forced into your wet, hot hole, you regain your composure and catch my eye again. You start working the vibe into your pussy slowly...but as it starts to glisten from your wetness you increase the pace.
My hand has involuntarily begun to stroke my cock faster. I grip my shaft harder. My cock is so numb from my endless erection I really doubt there is much chance of me cumming...but stroking feels pretty good. You are thrusting harder and harder with the buzzing cock. You seem to really like watching me stroke myself in time with the music. You turn towards me, still dancing, still fucking yourself with the most patriotic latex sex toy ever invented. You come up so close to me I can see your hot juices being forced out around the edges of the vibe every time you push it deep into your pussy.
You're moaning deep and long...jamming the vibe harder into your cunt...flicking your clit with your other hand. Then you let out a little shriek and pull your hand and the vibe away from your pussy. A little squirt of hot juices lands on my face and in my lap. You made yourself squirt...and then you came on me!
You look a little sheepish about it, "sorry, baby...didn't mean to do THAT...but it was SO hot...what can I do to make up for it?"
