Sheila was dressed in a flowing white blouse and a mid-thigh skirt that clung closely to her thighs. She had just removed her shoes and pantyhose and was beginning to relax when the doorbell rang.
When she opened the door, there was Brad, as punctual as he said he'd be, wearing casual, comfortable clothes. He was a mid-30's white man, of average looks, but one of those men unafraid to indulge in erotic play with a seductive BBW... and a black woman, no less.
They'd gotten to know each other over the Internet and discovered that they only lived a few miles from one another. He'd told her of his fantasy of pleasing a black woman orally, and when she informed him she was a full figured woman, he said that only added to his fantasy. She couldn't help but enjoy hearing that.
As time went on and they got to know each other quite intimately online, exchanging more fantasies and desires... and eventually decided to meet. They'd met a few times for coffee and gotten to know each other. At their last coffee date, they decided to go for it... live out a fantasy. And now, here he was... at Sheila's front door... and the fantasy had begun.
Sheila had had a bad day at work and had only just recently gotten home, and she wasn't really prepared. She was going to call Brad and tell him to arrive a bit later than planned, but she just didn't have time. When she opened the door, and looked into Brad's smiling blue eyes, she was afraid the fantasy was going to be ruined, and she was a bit flustered.
"What's wrong?" Brad asked, noticing her concerned expression.
"Nothing, really, hon... just that I'm still wired from work. And I want this to go right. So, I'm just a little on edge. Maybe we should do this another night?"
Brad smiled and said, "What I have planned SHOULD relax you, no? I mean, that's the whole purpose, right, to make you feel good?"
"Well, yeah, but... I just want it right, that's all. I know how much you enjoy this fantasy, and I want it to be good for you when you get to live it out. "
"Sheila, " he said, stroking her sullen cheek, "as long as my head ends up between your legs at some point, I'll consider tonight a rousing success. "
Sheila laughed, looked doubtingly at him, rolled her eyes and sighed as she said, "Come on in then... I'm sure I can take care of that for you. I can take care of that VERY well for you. "
She now got into the fantasy, saying, "Ok... so you're my on call tongue boy tonight, right? You said you'll eat me as many times as I want for as long as I want, right?"
"Yes, ma'am, " he said, "them's the rules. "
"All right, then... let's get started shall we? After today at work, I'm gonna need A LOT of tongue action to make me feel better. You sure you're up to it?"
"You bet... just give me the chance to nuzzle up to your bush and I'll show you what I can do. "
"Then follow me, tongue boy. " Sheila now felt much better about things, even satisfyingly confident, swaying revived hips as she showed Brad into her home.
Both of them laughing, Sheila led Brad to her living room. She stopped at her sofa and stood in front of it, facing him. She slid her skirt up her thighs almost to her crotch. She sat on the sofa with one foot on the floor and the other on the seat cushions of the sofa, her legs spread wide enough to cause a stirring in Brad's groin. She hiked up her skirt still more and slipped one hand into her panties. Smiling wickedly, her eyes now glinting their growing lust, she purred, "Here's my honey-pot, tongue boy... come and give me what I need. "
Brad walked over to her and then got on his knees at the edge of the sofa. He put one hand on each of her calves and began to slowly rub them. Then, slipping his hands upwards, he caressed her thighs, his hands barely touching her brown skin. He lifted the leg that was on the sofa and began licking at her ankle, slowly sliding his tongue all the way up her calf, and then licked her knee and even behind it. His tongue worked it's way up her thigh, where he gently kissed her inner thigh in between licks. He did the same with her other leg, even kissing the side of her foot, where the darker flesh of her instep met the creamier sole. He licked and kissed and sucked his way up calf and thigh, ending again at her inner thigh, where his lips and tongue slowly and gently caressed every inch of tingling skin. While his lips worked on one inner thigh, his fingers gently fondled the other. The tiny sparks his fingers, lips and tongue were creating on her thighs was already making her sigh.
It wasn't long before Sheila had thrust her hips forward, so that her now smoldering crotch was just over the edge of the sofa. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and was rubbing herself under her quickly staining panties. Brad pushed her hand away, saying...
"No way, Sheila... that's MY job. Any pleasure you get tonight comes from me... and ONLY me. "
He leaned forward and kissed the growing wet spot on her panties. He continued to kiss all around that spot for some time, teasing her, his fingers sneaking beneath the leg bands of her panties and gently stroking her fur.
His fingers played in the curls above her pussy while his thumbs stroked very softly along the sides of her slit... and he now licked the wet spot. This teasing with his hands inside her panties and his mouth outside was making her crazy to have his tongue inside the panties with his hands. She squirmed and endured the teasing.
But Sheila quickly grew impatient for his tongue inside her and she reached down to take off her panties. Again, Brad stopped her.
"No, I want to do that for you. You just sit back and enjoy. I want to do EVERYTHING to please you. I'll take care of it all. "
She pulled her hands away and was about to tell him that he'd better take her panties off soon or she was going to do it no matter what he said. Luckily, she didn't need to say anything as Brad's hands slipped under her bottom and gently prodded her to lift it off the sofa. She raised her hips up eagerly, and Brad instantly slipped his hands under the waistband of the panties and slowly, agonizingly slowly for Sheila, slid them down her legs. As he dragged her panties down her creamy smooth bottom, he allowed his hands the pleasure of caressing it, his fingers squeezing her cheeks gently along the way.
He eventually removed her panties enough to view her softly downed pussy, and he squeezed her cheeks one last time, his lips and tongue already eager to get back to that streaming mound. Sheila was in agony, wanting him to remove the panties more quickly, and completely, so she could spread her legs more widely and Brad could get down to the business at hand. But the tease was part of the erotic buildup that Brad loved so much.
By the time he had slipped her wet panties over her ankles and off her feet, Sheila was reaching for his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair and he chuckled as she pulled his head into her muff. She sighed as his lips and tongue began their work. And as Brad's lips explored every furry inch of her mound, Sheila knew this was going to be a wonderful night... and so did Brad
Finally getting his chance to eat Sheila, Brad fully intended to make the most of it. He wanted this oral worship of her luscious mound to last a long, long time. He noticed with some glee that Sheila's downy slit was longer than most women's, giving him alot to kiss and lick... and he prepared his tongue for a succulent feast.
With one hand gently stroking just behind her pussy, and the other stroking just above her clit, Brad put his tongue ever so slightly between her moist, pink lips, and then licked all the way from just under her clit to the far end of her slit... stopped just a second to push his tongue in a tiny bit further and making the return trip up her increasingly wet crevice. At the top, he again pushed his tongue in a bit further and then retraced the path down between her lips. Each consecutive trip along that heavenly trail he pushed his tongue into her just a bit further, all the while his fingers stroking above and below her quim. Sheila was rocking and moaning, her fingers entwining in as much of his hair as they could. The minor pain of slightly tugged hair was, to Brad, a small price to pay for living out his favorite fantasy with such a willing and delicious woman.
It took more than a dozen round trips for Brad's tongue to enter Sheila a mere half inch, and at this point Brad started moving his tongue up and down as he slid it along between her lips, and then teasingly he would take his tongue out and slide it along the outside of her lips, barely touching them with the tip of it. Sheila was in agony to get things going faster.
Brad stopped his tongue teasing and used his hands to gently open her up, laying his feast out before him. With her lips spread wide, he sucked every tasty pink fold, savoring it. He allowed his tongue to play and tease in between sucks, and made sure he tasted all of her.
Sheila really began to moan and squirm when Brad's tongue entered her sweet opening. His tongue played just at the edges of that opening, again teasing before entering. He entered her slowly, the combination of his breath on her opened flower and his tongue inside it, making her squirm still more. Wherever he found her juices he sucked or licked... and there was plenty of juice for his hungry mouth.
He could tell Sheila was getting close, even though he hadn't been eating her for long, so he intended to back off to prolong both their pleasure... but he slipped. His tongue accidentally grazed her large, eagerly protruding clit, and it was all over. With a heave and a muffled scream, Sheila's thighs squeezed Brad's head. That act pushed her clit between Brad's lips and she couldn't help but erupt all over his adoring lips, giving him all the cream he could want. Sheila held his head with her thighs and her hands still grasped his hair firmly. She bucked and climaxed, Brad's head held viselike between her bucking and vibrating thighs. Brad had begun licking her as soon as the first signs of orgasm had shown themselves, sorry that it was over so soon, but wanting her to enjoy her orgasm as much as possible. So he continued to lick and suck her throughout the orgasm, until her thigh grip on his head and her tugging on his hair slowly subsided. Sheila sighed and slumped back down onto the sofa.
"Oh, my God, " she said, "I really needed that. "
