I opened the door to see Yvette standing there in her customary trenchcoat and pumps. It was rare to have much conversation beforehand; basic "How are doing?" chat to see that each other is okay. We regularly dated other people, and usually by the time we hooked up with each other conversation was the last thing we wanted. See, Yvette and I were far too self-centered to be with each other in a "normal" relationship, but we were too good together sexually to walk away. So, our routine was simple: fuck first, talk - or sleep - later. We cared about each other, but this thang we had was about getting our freak on - which happened to be the topic of one of our last conversations. We tried to see which one of us had the wildest fantasy - she won.
I let Yvette in, and she stayed in the living room while I went into the kitchen to get her a glass of red wine. When I came back, her coat was laying across the top of the chair, and her shoes were under the endtable. She was sitting cross-legged and topless on the couch. Yvette had tan skin, and perky titties. She was a small woman - if I put my hands on either side of her waist, my fingertips could almost touched - but her sexual energy was off the scale. I handed her a glass, and as she sipped the wine I shared a concern with her. The last two times we hooked up she seemed to want to more than what I could provide. The longest I've been able to maintain an erection was 2 1/2 hours, cumming about five or six times - and I was sore after that. Yvette has wanted to keep going after I was spent, so I asked if I was leaving her unsatisfied. She said no, then laughed and added that it may just be that she needs two men to get the job done.
"Thanks," I said flatly.
"Do you honestly think I would continue to make plans to see you if you weren't satisfying me?"
"I guess not."
She set her empty wine glass down and unfastened my pants. I took off my shirt and let her push my pants and briefs to the floor. She kissed my thighs, then my throbbing dick. I laid back and watched her head slide up and down, fast then slow. Yvette jerked my dick with her hand as she licked and sucked my nuts. She consumed my dick in her mouth again, and it was feeling real good. She jerked the shaft and sucked the head until I unloaded in her mouth.
I sat up and sucked on her perky titties, while opening the drawer of the endtable behind her. I took out a blindfold - she sat back and looked at me when I went to put it on her. She asked me why I was about to fill one of my own fantasies instead of one of hers; after all, she won our contest last time. I joked that her fantasies scared me, and that I wasn't sure I could be down with any of them. Yvette laughed, called me a chicken, then let me cover her eyes with the blindfold.
I stood her up, kissed on her body as I removed her panties, then led her back to my bedroom - where I had a video camera, and other accessories, set up. I laid her across the bed, and guided her arms above her head. I grabbed a bottle of caramel syrup I had warmed up before she got there, and squeezed the contents over her body. She smiled and told me not to hurt her. I licked and ate the syrup from her neck, chest, breasts and stomach, then went to work on her thighs and shaved pussy. Her giggles turned to moans, as she ran one of her hands over my head and told me to eat her good. With the syrup gone from her legs and toes, I went back to her pussy. The mix of the caramel that was left and her natural juices was delicious. I kissed her lips, and dragged my tongue from her asshole to her clit while working my finger inside her - her moans got steadily louder. Then I started sucking her clit, and stroking her g-spot with my middle finger. She grabbed my head with both of her hands, and I stopped to order her to lay flat like I had put her and to not move again. She complained that I was messing up her flow, but I didn't resume my meal until she did what I said. Within a few licks I was back in my rhythm, and so was she. Eventually she was driving her pussy into my face and cumming in my mouth.
She told me to slide my dick in her. I stepped away and motioned for Tim, my boy who was waiting quietly in the corner, to go to the other side of the bed. He stood over her head and ran his dick across her face (he showered with my soap, and used my cologne so we would have roughly the same scent). She commented that I already had some mouth action from her, but proceeded to lick his nuts anyway. She reached up to grab his dick, and Tim caught her at her wrist. He put her hand back down to the bed, as I moved behind him and warned her not to try that again. Tim and I were about the same height and weight, and I hoped she wouldn't notice any subtle differences beyond that. She continued licking his nuts, then curled her tongue around his dick. She licked every area that she could from that position, the cocked her head to the side to suck on it. I crossed my fingers and held my breath because this was a real hurdle. She stopped and turned her head back so that his dick came out of her mouth, and asked how come I was so quiet? I said I was just admiring her beauty, and her talent. She laughed and resumed sucking, harder. She would definitely know Tim's voice from mine, so I had to make sounds to go along with his facial expressions - basically, I said what he mouthed. Yvete had a wonderful mouth, and I knew how good she was making his dick feel. Soon Tim was grimicing, and unloading cum inot her mouth.