Enjoy...
As I pull into the driveway, I see your car is there. You beat me to the house. It was a long day and I've been thinking about you all day long. Our last conversation about obedience has had my cock swelling throughout the day. I'm certain there are several pre-cum stains in my boxer-briefs. How is it just talking with you gets me so turned on?
I press the button for the garage and it doesn't open. I try again. Nothing. I exit my truck and think "Great. Now the garage door isn't working. Wait, how did You get in then?" Little did I know, you disabled the garage door opener to ensure I'd use the front door. I open the door, walk in, and I'm immediately hit with the aroma of a vanilla scented candle. Then I see a chair with a note on it.
"Baby, I know you had a long day. I'm waiting for you upstairs. I'm at your service."
My cock immediately springs to life, as I walk up the stairs. I yell out, "Hi sexy. I'm home." No response, which adds to the mystery. The bedroom door is closed. When I open it, I'm greeted with the best visual I can imagine. You're looking at me, laying on my bed, huge smile, and wearing the skimpy black, crotch-less, lacy lingerie I bought for you. You look amazing, and my cock strains against my pants at your sight.
"Hi, sexy. I've been waiting for you. I hope it's ok, but I've been playing with myself a bit. I've been getting my, I'm mean *your* pussy wet for you."
"Mmm", I say, as I notice your fingers massaging your, I mean *my* sweet pussy. This visual makes my dick involuntarily twitch.
"You like, baby?" "Yes", I manage to reply. "Very much so..."
You get up off of the bed, and walk towards me. You give me a hug and an incredibly passionate kiss. We hold each other tight, and you can feel the outline of my hardness press against your tummy. My hands fall to your ass and I pull you tight against me. We both moan. You break away from my lips, and kiss up my neck, towards my left ear. You softly say, "*Your* pussy is so wet. I've been making sure it was ready for you."
"Good girl." I sexily reply.
You reach down from behind my back to the front to find my throbbing dick. You rub it through the material of my pants, as you whisper, "I'm here to serve you." This makes my cock pulsate. You start to unbutton my shirt, slowly and seductively. You start to kiss your way down my neck, down my chest, until you are kneeling in front of me. You lean back and continue to massage my overly swollen cock. It is aching and you know it needs release. You find the zipper, and seductively pull it down. Reaching inside you find my cock straining to get out. You massage it some more, and I can't help but say "Ahh, yesss..."
With your free hand, you undo my belt, unbutton my slacks, and tug at them, as they fall to the ground. You reach down and untie my left shoe, and pull it off of me. Then the right one. Placing them aside, you motion for me to step out of my pants. After carefully laying them on the bench next us, you crawl on all fours back to me. Staring in my eyes with such desire, so seductively. When you reach my legs, you break our stare, to kiss up my left leg. As you reach my crotch, your mouth hungrily finds my throbbing shaft, and you deeply inhale, taking in my sex smell. Then you exhale slowly, sending your hot breath through the fabric of my boxer-briefs, hitting my throbbing flesh.
"Mmmm... You feel so good baby."
I feel your mouth on my shaft, and with your hands, you gently grope my full balls. You look amazing, as I look down and see you solely focused on the mission of my pleasure. You lean back, and with your thumbs on each side of my underwear, you tug, slowly. A little further, and you can see the head of my cock peek out. It's so swollen. So hard. There's a small drop of clear pre-cum sitting on the tip. You can't take your eyes off of it as you continue to slowly pull my shorts down. As you slowly unveil every inch of my cock, you clearly see how hard it is. Veins are full. It is just standing there, bouncing as it throbs in time with my racing heart. You lick your lips seductively, as you pull my boxer-briefs to the floor.
You reach up, after I step out of them, to find my dick. Tracing your finger up the shaft, you touch the droplet of pre-cum, and pull your finger away, making a long string of the sticky, clear, sweet liquid.
"I need to service you. I need to taste you," you say. "May I?"
I'm in no condition to resist, as you slowly wrap your fingers tightly around my throbbing shaft and gently stroke up and down.
"Yes you may", I somehow manage to say.