I opened the door to see Yvette standing there in her customary trenchcoat and pumps. It was rare to have much conversation beforehand; the basic "How are you doing?" chat to see that each other is okay is our extent. We openly dated other people, but didn't always sleep with them on the first or second date. Some, particularly in her case, didn't even have a shot at getting some.
So usually by the time we hooked up with each other, more 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 from each other. So, our routine was simple: fuck first, talk later – if we didn't fall asleep. We cared about each other, but this thang we had was about relieving stress, feeling good, getting our freak on – which happened to be the topic of one of our last post-fuck 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 lying across the top of the chair, and her shoes were under the end table. She was sitting cross-legged and topless on the couch. Yvette had tan skin, and perky 32B titties. She was a small woman – if I put my hands on either side of her waist, my fingertips could almost touch – but her sexual energy was off the scale.
I handed her a glass, and as she sipped the wine as I shared a concern with her. The last two times we hooked up she seemed to want more than what I could provide. The longest I've been able to go at it was about 1½ hours, cumming about five or six times - but that didn't happen often. Even though I made good use of my tongue those, I was still sore afterward. I asked if I was leaving her unsatisfied most times. She said no, then laughed and added that it may just be that she really needs two men to get the job done, like in her fantasy.
"Thanks," I said flatly.
"Do you honestly think I would continue to make plans to see you if you weren't satisfying me?" she put her hand on my cheek.
"I guess not."
She set her empty wine glass down and stood me up to unfasten 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 8" dick. "That's what I love about your dick; he's always ready for me."
I looked down and watched her head slide back and forth, 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. Yvette was the epitome of the woman who could be a lady in the streets: she was dainty, she was demure, and she had a way about her that made a man want to take care of her. But behind closed doors – she understood, and was not afraid of, her sexual needs. She was comfortable in letting her public image go, and squeezing every bit of pleasure out of intimate contact that she possibly could.
Personally I had never been with a woman who got so much pleasure out of sucking dick. She could cum while doing it, without even touching herself. She sucked sloppy, and she sucked noisy. She knew when to look up with those innocent eyes, she knew when to suck hard and when to ease off, she knew when to lick and when to swirl, and she knew when to take my tip into her throat and when to tap my dick on her tongue.
I felt my knees weaken, and grabbed her head. I thought she might stop when I got close, but she jerked the shaft and sucked the head until I unloaded in her mouth.
I regained my balance and knelt down to suck on her chocolate quarters, while opening the drawer of the end table beside the couch. I took out a blindfold – she sat back and looked at me when I went to put it on her.
"Why are you about to fulfill your fantasy, when I won the contest?"
"Because your fantasies scare me!" I joked.
Yvette laughed, "Chicken heart." She let me put the blindfold over her eyes, "A real man would be scared of being arrested."
"Hey, I got warrants already." I stood her up, and kissed on her body as I removed her panties. I noticed how wet they were, and took a sniff before tossing them aside. I led her back to my bedroom – where a video camera, and . . . other accessories were waiting. 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. I moved her hand off my head, "Don't move from where I put you."
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 then lifted her knees so I could drag 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.
"Slide your dick in me," she moaned.
I stepped away and motioned for Tim, my boy who was waiting immpatiently in the corner, to go to the other side of the bed. He stood over her head and ran his dick across her face. Before Yvette got there, he showered with my soap and used my cologne so we would have roughly the same scent.
"Back for more lips service, huh?" she licked his nuts. "Trying to tease me tonight?" she reached up to grab his dick.
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. As far as our bodies, there were a couple of inches difference in height between Tim and I, and maybe 10 pounds in weight. I hoped Yvette wouldn't notice any differences in areas beyond that.
She continued licking his nuts, then curled her tongue around his dick. She licked every inch she could from that position, then 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, "How come your so quiet this time? Am I not satisfying you?"
"I'm just admiring your beauty, and your 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 voiced what he mouthed. I knew how good she was making his dick feel. Soon Tim was grimacing, and unloading cum into her mouth. He pulled his dick out, and stepped back from the bed.
"Hey, that was kinda fast for your second round. Maybe I am getting to be too much for you," she laughed. "Do you need to take a break?"
I walked to the other side of the bed, told her that there were no timeouts tonight, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. I spread her legs, and worked my hard dick inside her. Her moan was deep and loud. A few minutes later I pushed her legs back so that her knees were by her ears so I could go deep. "Still want to talk shit?"
She gritted her teeth, "take this pussy!" She grabbed her ankles to pull her legs even farther back. She was so wet it felt like my nuts could slip inside her with the rest of my dick. I alternated between using the bed to bounce her up onto my dick, and using my hips to thrust straightforward into her. Either way, her body responded with spasms and mini-orgasms. She reached to pull me into her deeper, and I stopped. She was trying to ask me why, when a full orgasm ripped through her body.
