Day His Fantasy Rocked His World

Brian was hunched over his desk, typing furiously on his computer, when Kelly sauntered into his home office. The sound of her opening the door pulled his attention away from the screen. He looked up, and there she was--leaning against the doorframe in a silk robe that clung to her curves like it had been painted on. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she adjusted the belt, letting the fabric part just enough to reveal a glimpse of her thigh.

"Kelly, I'm kind of in the middle of something," Brian said, his voice trailing off as his eyes lingered on her legs.

"You mean you're in the middle of pretending to work?" she teased, stepping closer. Her robe brushed against his chair as she leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "I think you need a break."

Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair. His heart raced as she led him down the hallway, the sway of her hips hypnotizing him with every step. When they reached the bedroom, she stopped abruptly and turned to face him, her eyes dark with intent. She pushed him onto the bed, and he landed with a soft thud, staring up at her as she slowly untied her robe.

"What's gotten into you today?" Brian asked, his voice trembling slightly.

She let the robe fall to the floor, revealing a black lace lingerie set that made his mouth go dry. "Oh, Brian," she purred, crawling onto the bed and straddling him. "Today is all about what's going to get into you."

Her laughter was low, almost predatory, as she leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. She kissed him deeply, her tongue teasing his until he moaned into her mouth. But just as quickly, she pulled away, leaving him aching for more.

"Hands above your head," she commanded, her voice firm but laced with amusement. He hesitated, and she raised an eyebrow. "Now."

Brian obeyed, his arms stretching above him as she pinned his wrists to the mattress. Her free hand trailed down his body, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. "You've been such a good boy lately," she murmured, her nails lightly scratching his skin. "But I wonder... how good can you be?"

She released his wrists and shifted her weight, maneuvering until she was hovering over his face, her thighs framing his head. The sight of her damp panties so close to him made his pulse quicken. "Go on," she whispered, lowering herself slightly. "Taste me."

His hands instinctively moved to grip her hips, but she swatted them away. "Ah-ah. No touching. Just your mouth."

Brian hesitated, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. But the scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist. He pressed his lips against her through the thin fabric, his tongue tracing lazy circles that made her gasp.

"Yes," she breathed, grinding against his face. "That's it. Show me how much you want this."

He groaned, the vibrations making her shiver. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down, tossing them aside before positioning herself over him again. This time, there was no barrier. His tongue flicked against her folds, savoring the taste of her as she rocked against him.

"Good boy," she cooed, tangling her fingers in his hair. "But don't get too comfortable."

Just as he was finding a rhythm, she pulled away, leaving him panting. She flipped around, her ass now inches from his face. "My turn," she said, reaching down to stroke him through his pants.

Brian's breath hitched as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, freeing his throbbing cock. She took him in her hand, her touch unbearably light as she stroked him slowly. "How bad do you want to cum, Brian?" she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

"So bad," he choked out, his hips lifting off the bed instinctively.

She chuckled, releasing him and leaning back until her ass was right in front of his face. "Right now what is your dirty mind wanting to do in this position, and don't lie I want to hear the truth!"

He hesitated, his pride warring with his desperation. But the way she looked back at him, her lips parted and her eyes gleaming, broke him. "I want to eat your ass" he whispered.

"You want to eat my ass?" she prompted, her tone was of intrigue.

As she is saying this, she is stoking his cock making him become even more horny.

"how bad do you want to eat my ass?" she prompted, her tone playful yet commanding.

"Very badly" he said

"Then beg me to let you" she said

"Please let me... eat your ass."

Her laugh was low and throaty as she shifted her weight, pressing herself against his mouth. "okay her you go."

Brian's tongue slid between her cheeks, lapping at her with a hunger that surprised even himself. She moaned, her hips grinding against his face as she continued to tease his cock. "You're so dirty," she says, her voice wavering with dominance and confidence. "But don't stop."

He didn't. His tongue worked tirelessly, exploring every inch of her as she squirmed above him. By the time she pulled away again, he was trembling with need. She rolled off him and positioned herself at his side, one hand resting on his chest.

"Lets see how many times we can get you to the edge of cumming Brian, You are not allowed to cum you understand me!" Kelly demanded.

Kelly went on to edge Brian for the next 10 minutes. Brian struggled multiple times and the amount of precum on the tip of his cock was massive.

Kelly paused for the last time, rubbed her finger in the precum and brought it to Brians mouth.

"Brian, I want you to taste yourself" said Kelly while she has her finger above his mouth.

Kelly guides her finger into his mouth and says "how good do you taste?"

Brian hums approval onto kellys finger.

"Tell me," She said, her fingers trailing back down to grip his shaft. "Do you want to get inside of me?"

"Yes," he gasped, his hips bucking into her hand.

"Do you want me to fuck you and cum inside of me?" Kelly asked with a dominate tone

"Yes, so much so" he says almost out of breath

She tightened her grip, slowing her strokes until he whimpered. "Beg properly, Brian."

"Please, Kelly," he moaned, his voice raw with desperation. "Please let me inside of you and fill you up. Please."

Her smile was triumphant as she climbed on top of him, guiding him inside her with a slow, deliberate motion. She rode him with precision, her movements calculated to drive him to the edge without letting him tip over. Every time he got close, she would slow down or still completely, leaving him trembling beneath her.

"Kelly," he pleaded, his hands gripping her thighs. "I can't--I can't take it anymore."

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up."

Her words were all the permission he needed. With a strangled cry, he came, his release spilling into her as she continued to move, milking every last drop from him. When she finally stilled, she looked down at him with a satisfied grin.

"Now," she said, sliding off him and straddling his face once more. "Clean up your mess."

Brian hesitated only for a moment before diving in, his tongue swirling around her sensitive flesh. The taste of their combined pleasure sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, and he moaned against her, his hands gripping her hips as she ground against his face.

"That's it," she purred, her fingers threading through his hair. "Eat me just like that. You have fantasized about this and now you got what you wanted, so you better eat it all."

Kelly's breath hitched as Brian's tongue worked over her, lapping up every trace of their shared pleasure. She rocked her hips against his face, grinding down with slow, deliberate movements that made him groan into her. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he devoured her, his tongue dipping and swirling in ways that sent shivers up her spine.

"Mmm, just like that," she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling lightly to guide him. "You're so good at this, baby. So eager to clean me up. Is this what you wanted all along? To taste yourself inside me?"

Brian didn't answer--not with words, at least. He only moaned louder, his tongue working faster, more desperately, as if trying to prove how much he wanted this. How much he needed it. The sound vibrated through her, sending waves of heat pooling low in her belly. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to the raw hunger in his touch.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, arching her back as a particularly skilled stroke of his tongue caught her just right. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

But then, she did something that made him pause. With a sly smile, she lifted herself off him, leaving him panting and desperate on the bed. His mouth was wet, glistening with her arousal and his own release, and his eyes were dark, pleading.

"Not yet," she purred, crawling over him until she was straddling his chest. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I want to hear you beg. Tell me how bad you want to keep tasting me. How badly you need to make me come."

Brian swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he struggled to find his voice. "Please," he managed, his voice rough and broken. "Please, Kelly. I need it. I need to taste you. Let me make you come. Please."

She grinned, trailing a finger down his cheek before sitting back up. "Good boy," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now, where were we?"

With that, she lowered herself onto his mouth again, groaning as his tongue immediately dove back in. He was relentless now, spurred on by her teasing and his own desperation. Every flick, every swirl, every deep plunge of his tongue was calculated to drive her closer to the edge. And it was working.

Her breathing grew ragged, her hips rolling against his face as she sought more friction, more pressure. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hands gripping the headboard for support. "Right there. Just like that. Oh, God, Brian... don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

He didn't. If anything, he doubled down, his hands sliding up to grip her hips and pull her tighter against his mouth. She could feel his desperation, his need to please her, and it only made her hotter. Her nails dug into the headboard as she rode his face, chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach.

And then, just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, she pulled away again, leaving him gasping and frustrated beneath her.

"What's wrong, baby?" she teased, her voice light and mocking. "Did you think I was going to let you finish me so easily?"

Brian groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. "Kelly," he pleaded, his voice strained. "Please. I need to feel you come. Please, let me..."

She smirked, leaning down to kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on her lips. "You're so sweet when you beg," she murmured against his mouth. "But no. Not yet."

With that, she shifted her weight, moving until she was lying beside him on the bed. She spread her legs wide, her hand trailing down to play with herself as she watched him. "If you want to make me come, you're going to have to work for it," she said, her fingers brushing over her slick folds. "Get over here and put that tongue to work again."

Brian didn't need to be told twice. He practically lunged for her, burying his face between her thighs with a hungry growl. His tongue plunged into her, lapping at her with wild abandon as his hands gripped her hips, holding her steady.

"Yes," Kelly hissed, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

But even as he worked her over, she couldn't resist teasing him more. Her hand slid down to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly to guide him. "That's it," she purred, her voice trembling with need. "Eat me out. Make me come."

Brian groaned against her, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel his desperation, his need, but she wasn't ready to give in yet. Not until she had wrung every last drop of pleasure from him.

"Now," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Finger me while you eat me. I want to feel you everywhere."

Brian obeyed without hesitation, slipping two fingers inside her as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. The combination was overwhelming, and Kelly's vision blurred as pleasure coursed through her. She was close. So close.

"Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into his scalp. "Faster. Yes, just like that. Oh, God, Brian... I'm so close. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

His fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot as his tongue swirled around her clit. It was too much. Too good. With a cry, Kelly came undone, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She clutched at Brian's head, holding him in place as she rode out her orgasm, her cries filling the room.

When the tremors finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Brian lifted his head, his face glistening with her arousal, and looked up at her with those pleading eyes.

She smiled, running a hand through his hair. "I am not done yet," she said softly. "I'm not done with you."

And with that, she rolled onto her side, spreading her legs once more. "Keep going," she ordered, her voice firm despite the exhaustion creeping into her limbs. "I want another one. And don't stop until I tell you to."

Brian hesitated for only a moment before diving back in, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to the brink once more. Kelly closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure as she prepared to fall over the edge again.