We’d barely started seeing each other but I already knew I was ready. I’d never been one for waiting when I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to start. I’d already been fucking him in my mind and I decided that now I wanted the real thing.
At work I slipped him a note that said, “I was a bad hostess the other night – I fed you dinner but I sent you home without dessert. Come over for dessert tomorrow night?”
After he read the note, he smiled and nodded.
Wednesday night, he came over. I was wearing a black wrap around dress with a black bra that accentuated my cleavage and black stretch lace panties. His eyes lingered over my body and his hand slid over the curve of my hip to caress my bottom. Then he saw the table, which was laid out with strawberries, whip crème, and chocolate sauce.
“Looks good,” he said.
I led him to the chair and gave him a long lingering kiss. “Too bad you don’t get to see it.”
He looked at me quizzically, until I pulled the blindfold from the cupboard where I’d hidden it earlier.
“Oh no…” he began.
I shushed him with my lips. “Trust me. This will be a first that you will never forget.”
“Okay…” he said, still sounding hesitant.
Then I slipped my panties off. The lace held just enough stretch to tie his hand behind his back.
“What did you tie me up with?”
Still standing behind him I whispered in his ear, “My panties,” and I gave his earlobe a little nibble. If he was worried at all anymore he wasn’t showing it. He was smiling now.
I sat on the table in front of him and began to feed him strawberries, first covered in whip crème, then dipped in chocolate. I licked the crème off his lips.
“Suck,” I said as I put a dollop of crème on my tongue. He obeyed and I rewarded him by kissing him harder.
As I kissed him I slid the top of my dress off my shoulders and removed the bra. Although he couldn’t see my full breasts with the pierced nipples he’d only imagined so far, he could hear the rustle of clothing. He squirmed in his seat in anticipation.
I took a small strawberry in my mouth and fed it to him.
“Chocolate or whip crème with that?”
I drizzled some chocolate over my nipple and said, “Open.”
He opened his mouth and I gently rubbed my chocolate covered nipple over his lips. Then his mouth was fully on my breast sucking all the sticky sweetness from my smooth skin. His tongue was hot and the heat of his mouth made me wet in more than one place.
“I want to touch you,” he said. Before I could untie him, he’d pulled his hands loose. As he suckled firmly now at one hardened nipple, the metal of my nipple ring clicking against his teeth, he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Although he hadn’t touched my clit yet, it throbbed each time he increased the pressure on my nipples.
“Give me another strawberry?”
I looked in the bowl. Only one left. Sliding the dress off my hips, I said, “You’ll have to find it first,” and I lay back on the table sliding that last strawberry just inside the folds of my pussy. He laughed and rose to the challenge. “Oh, I’ll find it alright!”
He kissed my lips first, and then moved down my neck to my breasts. He sucked firmly at each one, tugging my nipple rings in his teeth. His lips moved down over my belly, down my thighs, and then back up to that little strawberry.
Soon the strawberry was gone, but his tongue continued to lick and flicker over my lips. I was groaning in pleasure now. It had been so long since any man had pleasured me with his tongue properly. The tip of his tongue slid from the entrance of my pussy, up through the delicate folds until he reached my clit. Then his tongue began to circle around the source of my pleasure. He sucked it into his mouth and then began a quick series of flickers. One hand reached up to my breast. He cupped it in his hand gently at first. Then, with his thumb and forefinger he pinched my nipple hard. At the same time he slid one long finger into my pussy.
“Come for me baby,” he said as he sucked my clit into his mouth again, and then added another finger.
I was meeting his fingers with each thrust when I started to come. I raised my hips and felt his tongue rougher and harder against my clit. As each wave rolled over me, he thrust his fingers deep inside, feeling my muscles clench around them as I came.
After a moment of rest, I sat up and kissed him. “Mm, your dessert tastes pretty good, but now it’s my turn.”
“Here?” he asked.
“No, I prefer my dessert in bed,” I said.
I removed the blind fold and led him to my bed. Slowly, I pulled his shirt over his head. I slid my hands over his chest, kissing him, flicking my tongue over his nipples. His hands ran through my hair as I undid the button of his jeans. I pulled the zipper down and with one swift movement, slid his jeans and his boxers down to his ankles.
His cock was all I’d anticipated – hard, smooth, quivering flesh. I kissed the tip and it twitched against my lips.
“Lay back,” I said, “Relax.”
I removed the rest of his clothing. Instead of going immediately for his cock (as I knew he was expecting), I leaned over him and kissed his belly. I let his cock slide between my breasts and squeezed them against him as my lips grazed his hips. Then I slid down to his thighs where I worked my way up. He groaned with pleasure as he felt my warm breath on his thighs. As my tongue reached out to catch his sac, his breath stopped for a moment.
Slowly, teasing, I ran my tongue from behind his balls, then up the underside of his cock until I reached the hard knot at the top. I swirled my tongue around the head, then back down the top of his shaft.
I looked up to see him watching me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to suck my cock … please,” he moaned.
I smiled and lay my tongue along the underside of his cock. Slowly, I began to take more and more of his length into my mouth. Soon, my wet mouth covered the majority of his shaft and his hard knob was up against the back of my throat. I began to work it in earnest. As I alternated soft and firm suction, his hands moved gently in my hair. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his shaft and took a moment to suck gently at his balls, this time taking them fully into his mouth. Then I went back to his cock taking as much of him as I could handle into the heat of my embrace. Soon, his cock began to twitch, and I took that as a signal to move on.
Pulling a condom from the drawer in the night side table, I slid it over his hard cock. “I want you inside me.”
I straddled his hips and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
All he could do was nod.
I slid the head of his cock just inside my pussy and lowered myself over him just a little, then I slid up until he was barely in. I took a little more of his rod into my tight walls and then back up.
I’d planned to tease him like this for a bit, but without warning, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, burying his cock deep inside me. I arched my back as his hands found my breasts and I began to firmly thrust my hips against him. With each thrust I squeezed my muscles against him as I rose, then took his full length deep into my body again. His cock felt so good inside me but I wanted him deeper and harder.
I leaned over his chest now, moving my hips in a slow circular motion.
“Baby,” I whispered, “I need you to fuck me now.”
Before I knew it I was on my back. His cock was inside me with the full power of his strong body behind each thrust.
“Baby, fuck me. Come inside me.”
His hands fondled my breast, pinching each nipple hard; his groin was grinding against my clit each time he drove his full length inside my depths. My muscles pulsated against his cock as he pumped faster.
We opened our eyes at the same time and connected.
“Fuck me hon,” I whispered, “Fuck me hard.”
That sent him over the edge and he began to groan. As I felt his tool quivering inside me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and was soon shuddering in my own release.
As he relaxed beside me, his head on my breast, he said, “Damn, you make some good dessert!”
Originally posted 2013-07-03 15:30:20.