Requested story:
The reader gave me too much freedom about the subject, so, if the story is not good, it's not the reader's fault :)
The subject and where things evolve to are in line with my profile.
Increasing disturbance, dark moments and psyche for the male MC.
It became longer than I planned and I felt like I got carried away too much. So, I decided to divide it into two chapters and stopped at a moment where the point of no return wasn't reached yet.
I'll publish the next and last chapter after reading the feedback from the reader and the comments, to see if I might want to dilute what I already wrote. Things get darker as in its finished state.
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Author's note:
All of the characters in this story are fictional and all are adults.
The in-story female character name is what we agreed on and the initial profile of the female character is what the reader chose.
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I was looking at that sight, trying to understand how we ended up like this.
How fast, how unpredictable. Maybe not that unpredictable, I don't know.
I couldn't hear my thoughts as the grunts, moans filled the room.
I couldn't concentrate on anything, watching the sweaty action in 'our' bed, while I was not taking part in it.
At the moment, it was almost a blur how it started, whose fault it was and why I was the only one that wasn't feeling Ok.
Since the start, Amy and I was never a kinky couple. Plus, kinky is not a word I'd use when describing myself.
She's a young teacher. Most people would describe her as the young, sweet, considerate chica teacher.
Including me.
Maybe except her students. From our daily small talk, I could sense that some found her hot, some were intimidated by her and she kept them inline when necessary. So, she never was a timid pushover girl.
With me, she always had been mostly sweet and warm.
Except our private intimacies. In those, I proudly had the privilege of seeing her Latina side too; something she was successful at hiding out of the bedroom.
As stated in the popular saying we see these days, I knew 'not to confuse kindness with weakness', she was sweet but she was the hidden decision maker in our life. Even in cases that I thought it was my decision.
She's a couple of centimeters shy of 1.60, with her pink-ish tits, which had the size of... 348? Wait, it's hard to read the label on the bra inches away from my face with teary eyes in the dark. 34... B, yes, 34B.
As I was saying, she was a petite package of brunette beauty. Apparently, as of this moment, various evil, cruel naughtinesses as well.
Her pussy deserves a separate paragraph, which is my favorite.
How it looks, smells, feels and tastes.
She always had been kind enough to keep it shaved all the time for me.
In fact, I never told her that I liked it shaved but still, I believe she had been doing it for me. Of anything I love about her, I'd put her pussy in the first place. I still do.
And that Latina heat of her. Whenever there was a possibility that we could get naughty; she could get hyped up in an instant.
It never took long for her to leave that sweet aura and set for her goal. I'm saying 'her goal' because most of the time she initiated things and I just followed her. I was always more than happy to consider myself as her goal.
When she got raunchy, it showed. Her skin, eyes, then her hands and lips in action, she always managed to lure me into that mood when she wanted.
Depending on where she wanted to get her satisfaction, she led the rest.
In fact, we had some kind of routines about the sex.
In bed, there wasn't much to mention, we weren't different from any other couple. She gave me head; let me eat her pussy for about half an hour, we had sex in various positions, sometimes sweet, sometimes heated. Mild, vanilla sex.
If that was all we had, things could be going downhill, as it mostly happened when there were routines.
And, there's a reason I said 'she lets me eat her pussy'.
Because, if we were on the couch, that's a different story. That routine never felt like a routine.
First of all, she didn't linger much. No blowjobs, no time for me to go down on her. Couch meant 'she's horny and she wants her satisfaction ASAP'.
There was something compelling in this semi-selfish and raunchy attitude of hers, which always kept me in a stimulating purgatory. A normal quickie could wear out in time as well, this didn't. There was something left me still hungry for her when it was over.
She always acted swiftly. While climbing over me, trying to undress me, she got naked below the waist immediately.
There was no time for ceremony.
Lowering my pants and boxers to my knees was enough, she only cared about the part she would need.
If she was wearing tights, she held my cock and kept me in the mood as she got rid of them completely. She didn't mind giving weird poses trying to take them off, while keeping me there. She had only one thing on her mind.
If she was wearing a skirt, she didn't even bother to touch my cock. She knew I'd be ready for her.
All, for the same reason. Satisfaction, ASAP.
In any case, as soon as she was done with the logistics, she quickly climbed on my face, sliding her panties aside if she still had them on, used my mouth to lubricate her delicious pussy.
And, yes, she knows my addiction to her pussy. That can be the only constant in our life. It's not like I have a pussy fetish. I love hers, like I developed a healthy, beautiful bond with it.
I believe she knew how I can't get enough of her taste and maybe on purpose, she always took it away from my lips quickly, I mean if we were at the couch.
Maybe she wanted to keep my desire unfulfilled about it. Otherwise, this would be a bit too selfish, if she just cared about her satisfaction in those days.
Still, selfish and hot.
So, apparently, couch meant hot stuff. And, this gave me the arousal she needed easily.
When it was time, she held my cock as she sat on my lap slowly, facing me. She moaned into my mouth as her tongue invaded it, as she let my cock slide in her.
Who could get tired of such a routine?
