Fantasies Come True 6

I laid in his arms and smiled with a deeply satisfied sigh. I slowly caressed his chest, feeling his muscles under my fingers and kissed it tenderly. "You know, I'm really glad I met you" I smiled, kissing a tender path to his nipple. "You sure know how to make a woman forget everything around her when you make love to her"

He grinned, a macho like, self confident grin I normally hate but for some mysterious reason I didn't mind when he looks at me like that. "You mean, when i fuck her." His grin got even bigger as he watched my face, waiting for a reaction and then watching my slight smile.

"I really don't know why you get away with that", I tried to sound angry. "I usually don't like that macho behaviour, and the way you look at me when you talk about 'fucking me'. It sounds so... respect less"

His hand was idly caressing my back, running lightly up and down my spine, his dark eyes looking into mine. "Maybe it's because you loose all your good, old fashioned education and turn into a hungry slut when you moan and squirm in lust feeling my hard cock fuck you." He grinned again and I felt my face turn red, hating myself for that reaction and starting to get angry at him for speaking out loud what I was barely able to admit to myself. He pulled me closer and kissed my eyes and lips tenderly, the warm embrace pushing the starting anger away and bringing back the soft satisfied glow that seemed to cover my body since I finally collapsed on him after having felt his warm semen being pumped into my core.

I've just met that man about 5 hours earlier that day. Having ended a unhappy marriage, I started to go out again and, as if I had to prove to myself that I could still attract guys, started to flirt with the men, getting excited when they seemed to be interested and even had a few fast, cheap one night stands. My sex life in the last couple of years of my marriage was pretty much not existent and although the one night stands were making me feel desired and were thrilling when they started, they usually ended predictably with the man either being too drunk to get the cock he had been bragging about to get hard or proving once again that men only care about their own lust when they fuck, usually letting me wanting more while they were happily starting to snore.

He kissed my neck and I felt his warm hand circling my breast. "Didn't happen too often to you, hm?" I looked at him not knowing what he meant. "What you felt today" he smiled. "The way you moaned, the way you moved... the way you looked at me when you realized my fingers would bring you a climax before you even touched my cock"

I looked at him, trying to find out if he was bragging but he looked back calmly and that smut grin was not there. I shook my head and cuddled closer, feeling his finger now circle my hardening nipple. "No..." I shook my head, "Not in years", blushing again as I just made this confession to a man I hardly knew. I inhaled as I felt the fingers catch the hard nipple, pinching with just the right pressure to make me arch my back in a hint of pain that seemed to ignite the glowing fire in me again.

"Mmmm... so many needs... so much to catch up..." His voice was warm, a whisper in my mind as the fingers and hand lightly caressed the breast that I offered to his touch. "How long," his lips touching my ear, sending a tingle down my spine.

My mind was swirling, the light caresses and the feeling of his warm body so close to mine started to arouse me again and I was concentrating on the touch of his hand the round breast, a touch that trailed down my ribs, drawing a line on my hip bone and slowly travelling up my stomach only to reach my warm globe again with its nipple even harder and yearning even more to be touched and pinched.

"How long since you last time came on a man's cock?" I was floating in the glow of his touch and before my mind has a chance to refuse the answer, I hear my voice whisper "Six years" and I blushed again deeply.

"Six years..." I hear the warm voice and the lips and tongue draw a wet path down my neck and collar, causing me to breath faster as I hope their journey will lead them to the aching, hungry nipple. "Six years... so much hunger.. " A light bite on my shoulder makes me moan. "So much thirst..." The warm touch of lips on the soft skin on the tender outside of the breast. "So much need..." The wet soft feeling of a tongue drawing a line towards my nipple as my hand feels his hair trying to guide the head. "So much missed, so much you want to do..." I caress his hair as the warm tongue draws a circle around the nipple and I hear my whisper, my soft begging as I arch my back. "You want it?" The tongue flicks over the hard aching nipple. "Do you want to live out your fantasies?

And as the lips close around my nipple, capture it and suck it into the warm mouth I moan... I moan my answer.

"Yesssss...."

My nipple swells even more between his lips as he suck son it, pinches it, bites it lightly until I squirm and moan next to his body, my hands caressing his hair and his back, moaning, whispering how good it feels and begging him not to stop. His hands grab the base of both my breasts, trapping them, squeezing lightly until I feel the trapped blood make my breasts swell and both nipples ache now, the one that has been sucked and licked because it is so swollen and full with blood the other because it hungers for the same treatment.

"Mmmmm, so soft, so tender.... your body trembling of lust and need... Tell me your fantasy..."

I caress his hair, feeling his tongue draw a wet line to the other breast, licking the skin that is so hard and sensitive from being squeezed. Erotic pictures of my fantasies flash through my mind and I moan. My hand leaves the softness of his hand as I try to reach between my legs to stimulate me, to satisfy the burning hunger I feel, only to be captured and pinned to my side.

"Tell me the fantasy that you have hidden inside... that made your blood stir when you rubbed yourself in these six hungry years..."

I shake my head, I know I can't tell him these thoughts, thoughts I never admitted to my husband or even my best friend and as I shake my head, they begin to materialize behind my closed eyes and I moan with open wet lips. "Nooo... " I moan, shivering at the thought of revealing my desires to this stranger. The warm tongue flicks tantalizingly over my nipple and I wince, captured in my lust and need as the warm wet touch seems to make my sex getting warmer and hungrier.

"Tell them... let them out after all these years... don't you want it... don't you want to satisfy that hunger as you felt your hunger for a hard, fucking cock being satisfied tonight..."

I hear my breath roar in my ears, I hear my moans and helpless whimpers as they materialize behind my closed eyes, vague forms first, forms who slowly change into two men who look at my squirming, sweating body on the big bed.

His lips close on my nipple and I moan "Men..." and as his teeth sink into my aching flesh I cry out "Two men!" and shiver, my nails digging into his back as I feel the warmth between my legs grow, spreading over my body until ever fibre of it longs to be touched.

"Two men... mmmm... alone with you... with your hungry body...."

And behind my eyes, the men approach me, their hard cocks swinging as they step closer, their hungry eyes taking me in, making me shiver as one of them changes into the man who's warm lips are kissing my ribs, belly, who's tongue plays with my navel.

"And what do you want them to do... what are these lovers doing to you...."

My hands dig in his full, dark hair, as I try to push him down try to guide his head between my obscenely wide open legs, to get that tantalizing tongue lick my swollen overflowing flower. "He licks me..." I whisper, gasping and inhaling deeply as the warm lips touch the hood of my clit.

"And the other... what is the other doing to satisfy his need... what are you doing with his pulsing hard cock... what did you do in your naughty mind as your fingers moved over your wet lips, mimicking the the touch of his tongue and fingers?"

My hands cupped my breasts, squeezed them, fondled them as the other man steps closer, his hard cock only inches from my face. My lovers tongue slides along my wet lips, separates them and moves like a small, wet warm animal between them "I lick..." I hear myself moan and I pinch both my nipples hard as warm skin touches my open lips. He offers two of his fingers to my mouth. "Ohh god..." I hear myself moan as my lips close on them, sucking them, almost feeling the man's hands on my head, pushing me towards his cock, guiding me, dictating how my mouth is supposed to please him.

"You suck... You suck that cock as you sucked mine tonight... you suck it deeply, your squirming hot body drives them insane with need..."

I feel the warm skin on my tongue, sliding in and out of my mouth and it is this ghostlike unknown man who fucks my mouth, his moans and groans making me shiver as I feel my lover move. His strong hands are on my hips, pulling me towards the end of the bed as if I would have no weight.

My eyes open as I feel the soft firmness of a cock slide up and down my lips, separating them as he coats his cock head with my juices. I look at him as he kneels on the floor, guiding his swollen member with his hand.

"What are they doing with you..." He looks in my eyes and I answer, answer without hesitation.

"They fuck me..." My voice is low, sultry as I look at him, both of us captured by this fantasy of mine, as both men move in our fantasy, pin my body down as the need to satisfy their lust grows stronger and stronger.

"How..." he moans, moving up to prepare for the penetration his cock almost entering my swollen cunt.

"My mouth... my mouth... ohhhhh... and.... and... my... pussyyyyyyy!!!!" I scream out as he slams his cock in me with one hard deep thrust, impaling me all the way on his hard, thick cock.

"They don't... make... love.. do they?" He groans, pulling slowly out only to hammer it back in me.

"No.. they.... god... they... FUCK.. ME!", I scream out. "They... fuck me... uhhnngggodd... like a... whore... god.. do me!" I grunt as his hands grab my legs, pushing my knees up until they are pressed against my breasts. His cock slams in me and I hear the bed bang against the wall. He's fucking faster, his cock pushing against the entrance of my womb every time he bangs in me and I moan, hiss, tell him not to stop, tell THEM to do me, to use me.

And then my world ends as the waves start to build. I feel my cunt grabbing his cock as he pulls out feel his hard cock force its way in my tightening cunt, making the heat grow in me with every thrust until my body stiffens and I hear myself scream as the heat and lust gets too much. I stop breathing as I explode, my wet soft walls spasming and quivering they try to milk his thrusting cock. I see his face, see the lust in it, see how he fights for control until he grunts and and forces it in me, making me feel the swollen tip of his cock press against my womb. He throws his head back and grunts again and as I ride the waves of my climax I feel his cock expand and then twitch in me and my fingernails draw red marks on his ass as I feel the warm semen flood my womb. Both of us shiver and animalistic sounds fill the room every time we feel a wave of lust shake our bodies until he slowly sinks on me, pinning me on the bed under his weight. I feel his sweaty skin slide over mine as he starts to move off me and I hold him tight, keeping him from moving.

I caress his warm, slippery skin as I savour he warm glow, listening how our ragged breathing slowly normals.

"Do you want this to happen?" I hear his voice whispering in my ear and in my mind the other man moves between my legs, stroking his hard cock that glistens from my mouth and tongue and without thinking I hear myself say:

"Yes.... god yes I want it...."

- o -

It had been two weeks since that first night with John. Although the sex had been great, I didn't spend the night with him and left, but not without leaving him my phone number. After he didn't call the whole week, I thought, that it eventually was, what it had been meant to be in the beginning- a one night stand, a very good one, but after all, not more. I was kinda relieved, as the last thing I was looking for after my divorce was another relationship, but to be honest, I also felt a slight disappointment that the great sex from that one night stand would most likely not be repeated.

I spent the week with work and the usual household chores like cleaning my apartment, cooking, and making sure my 18 year old son did not get into too much trouble. We were having dinner when my mobile rang, and when I heard his deep, calm voice my heart almost skipped a beat and I felt a flutter in my belly. "Hey, how", I had to clear my throat, "have you been?", I was able to say as I stood up to go to the living room, watching my son grin at me as I left the room to talk in privacy.

"Oh, quite well so far, I've been out of town on a business trip to Amsterdam and the negotiations took a bit longer than planned" he answered. "Amsterdam, huh", I laughed at him, "was it business or were you and the other guys hanging around in these bars one hears so much about?" And although he chuckled, I somehow had the impression, he didn't tell me all when he said it was all business and no fun.

"So, do you have any plans for tomorrow?" he asked and I tried not to sound too eager when I answered. "No.... not really.. maybe I'll go to the movies or something like that.. nothing special, you know. What about you?"

His voice sounded as if he would stand next to me, whispering seductively in my ear. "Mmm... I thought about taking you to town, maybe going to the movies or something like that. Would 7:30 be OK?" and I agreed, wondering why I was so eager to go out on a date with him while we continued to chat.

"Oh and", he said as if it would be the most normal thing in the world, "no bra, ok? I liked how sexy that looked last time when I first saw you." he said and ended the call before I had a chance to say anything. I stood in my living room, staring at my reflection in the glass of the balcony door. And as I watched myself in that door, pondering if I should go to that date or if I should forget this self confident macho, I also knew that if I would go, the date would probably not be a normal one.

The next day had me nervous like a cat and my son, knowing me only to well, asked what was on my mind. I told him about the invitation for tonight, of course without telling him I fucked that guy already and his request of meeting him without bra, and told him I was not sure if I should go or not. He laughed and said I should not be silly. "You know mom, you don't need to stay home and baby sit me" he laughed. "I'll be out with Cindy later, and I think you should be out in town as well having fun. After all, you don't have to marry him this tine before you..." he laughed and evaded the couch pillow I was throwing at him.

When I came down, I was wearing a short summer dress that had an open back and went half way to my knees and some high heels that were high enough to look good in, but comfortable enough to keep them on my feet in case we would go dancing again. And feeling naughty (and probably knowing where we would end), I also decided to wear a very sheer, high cut lace thong.

When I came back to the living room, Phil looked up from the game he was playing on his console. "Whow, you look great mom", he smiled, "I'm glad you decided to go to that date!"

"It's not a date!" I replied, not wanting him to think I would go out for an adventure and realized the same moment, how much I just confessed that I was hoping it would exactly be such one. "Whatever you say mom", he laughed, his eyes following me, looking at my ass and the low cut back of my dress and if I would have turned around, I would have seen an expression in his face that would have been new to me.

After having me invited to a nice dinner in a restaurant down town, we went to a bar where we spent hours flirting, chatting and having a good time. He didn't say a word about me wearing no bra, but the look in his eyes when he saw me approaching him made clear he was pleased with my choice. In the bar we stood at a table in the far end of the room, sipping our drinks and I felt his hand on my ass, warm and big, making me so aware of his presence as he pulled me a bit closer.

"You look great in that dress.", I heard his voice over the music, his hand moving in small circles, moving my cheek in a firm, yet gentle way. "And the men like the view as well", he whispered in my ear. "The guy at the other end of the bar almost ate you with his eyes when you went to the toilet. He definitely is a man, who appreciates a nice, tanned back in a summer dress." He smiled at me and I blushed slightly. I had been very aware of the guy staring secretly at my breast when I came back from the toilet and I knew he watched them swinging slightly under the thin dress as I walked back to our place. I felt the hand give my ass a light squeeze as he whispered in my ear "And say Angela," I felt his hand caress my ass and I despite the warmth I felt grow where he rubbed it I was also glad, the caress was hidden by the wall behind us, "do you still want to do it?"

I looked at him puzzled. "Want to do it? What do you mean?"

"What you confessed to me when you were laying smiling and satisfied in my arms the other day. Do you still want to feel two men caress you? Do you still want to give your lust and your pleasure to two men, feeling their hardness and desire as you lay with them?"

I swallowed and bite my lip, not sure what to say. Although this had been one of my favourite fantasies when I was laying in my bed, playing with myself and giving me solitude pleasure, I've kinda forgot I admitted it to him that night.

"Or.... would you rather experience something else..." I felt his lips at my ear and the warmth of his breath. "... tonight."

I felt my heart beating faster and all of a sudden I that night came back, the gentle touch of his tongue, the firmness of his flesh, his muscular body and how I melted on his thrusting cock and I looked at him. "I want you", I whispered and kissed him, my tongue touching his lips until I felt them open and felt his tongue touch mine, playing with mine as we kissed in the corner of the bar, oblivious to our surrounding as if we were teenagers.

He finally broke the kiss and pulled me on my feet. "Come, " he said, looking at me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me out into the night and hailed a cab when we were on the street. He told the driver an address and I pulled him into the car, eager to go where ever he wanted me to go with him. In the back seat our kissing continued, his hand caressing my bare back and touching my breast through the thin material and he moaned in my mouth as my hand found its way onto his lap and felt for that hard, thick cock I wanted so much. The taxi came to a halt and I realized what I just had done and pulled my hand back, giggling in embarrassment and excitement. He laughed and helped me out of the car.

I looked at the house the taxi had brought us to and realized we were not at the same place as last time. "Where are we? " I asked, looking around a bit confused. He grinned, that self confident grin I knew from last time and strangely began to like. "Oh, just another club I happen to know. Come" he smiled.

"A club? You're sure? This looks rather private to me" I hesitated, looking at the mansion. He chuckled and pulled me in his arm, steering me towards the entrance. "Come, it's OK, you'll be fine" he smiled at me as he rang the door.

I noticed the camera that observed the entrance area and as the door opened after a while, I was pretty sure that we had been checked before the owner of the house decided to let us in. A friendly woman welcomed us and wished a joyful stay at the oasis. John obviously noticed my confused look and smiled.