He’s been telling me for days now how incredibly beautiful I am. I walk in the room and his eyes fall to me in what seems like goddess worship. He throws his hands around my waist and kisses my lips with such passion I’m left wondering if it’s the spray tan or my new hair color or a lighter breeze in the air. I love him too and find him irresistibly handsome, but I don’t say it every time I see him.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining at all about this. It’s a great feeling to be wanted, needed, desired so badly you can’t get out of bed in the morning without prying your naked body away from his desperate grip. Once I’m free, I look back to see that awful look on his face, like I took candy from a baby, like he’s going to wither up and die if I don’t get my fine ass back under the covers with him.
We fucked last night the same way we fucked that morning except that he ate me out longer. He told me he woke up in the middle of the night with a massive hard on and then dreamed about me all day long, he dreamed about my legs spread wide open and my pussy perched up for him like a quick fix. I think it was my fingers spreading my pussy lips open while he fucked me that did him in the hardest. “I love a whore who opens her pussy and offers it to me for fun.”
Yep, that’s exactly what did it.
Ladies, if you want your man to never stop thinking about you, get a spray tan and lay naked on your bed with your legs spread. Then use your perfectly manicured finger nails to gently part your juicy pussy lips. Of course, all of this has to be done in front of him. He’s gotta watch this scene unfold in utter disbelief of his luck before accepting your naughty invitation to plunge. Offer him a quickie, no strings attached, then let him go. If he loves you, truly loves you, then you’ve created a tasty recipe of raw, nasty seduction that will keep him wanting more.
And he did want more. He put me on my back again last night, then spread my legs again and licked my clit. I massaged my clit too and teased him once more with the fingernail pussy part. He was a raging animal with a huge dick dying to find refuge in my tight little opening.
He fucked me slowly at first feeling each depth with sensitive awareness and measuring my reaction by monitoring the looks on my face. I licked my lips and he whimpered. “God, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Stella. I fucking love you. I love your fucking pussy. Oh my GOD.” He was chanting and rocking and had the look of a surprised boy plastered on his face.
Again, he pushed on the back of my legs to prop himself up which also has the result of popping my pussy up higher. He pounded hard, at times hurting me with his force.
“Don’t hurt me, sweetie,” I whined.
“I’m sorry, my love.” He let up and softened. “Is that better?”
I nodded and squeezed. I love squeezing my pussy while he fucks me. I imagine that he’s telling me to do it too which makes me horny. Of course, I’d hate it if my husband said it in real life, but in my dreams, in my nasty fantasies, I love him treating me like dirty whore. Squeeze your pussy tight for me, tighter, tighter, he demands over and over in my mind. I squeeze as tight as I can and my husband moans.
“God this pussy is gold. I’ll do anything for you, my queen. Anything.” He’s back to pounding me hard again. I like it now that my finger has fallen down to my clit and is firmly massaging her. “I love passing you around to all of my friends. It turns me on so much watching you be what you’ve always wanted to be. My wife is the dirty whore. You were made for me.”
The sensations are building and it seems his story is gaining momentum with me. I’m still squeezing my pussy tight, tight, tight, but I’m loosing traction. I’m loosing control. My body is throwing it’s own massive tantrum, and I’m along for the ride. My moans grow, my pussy opens and I fall into a deep orgasm that pulsed through my body. I stopped rubbing and placed my finger in my mouth to taste my juices.
My husband kept talking and fucking and staring at my face. “You are so beautiful, Stella. You are so fine.” He was mincing his words and I could tell he was on the verge of exploding.
I reached down to touch my clit again and she was still ripe with pleasure. I rubbed a little more, just a little and could feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm. It built to a hearty crescendo and died soon thereafter. Not the best climax, but a second for me which is rare. Once the sensations released and I was back to my senses, I realized my husband’s death grip on my legs was virtually killing me.
“Please, babe, my legs. You’re hurting me.” I snapped at him not realizing the timing couldn’t have been worse. He moved his hands and fell on top of me bursting a load of cum inside.
We both laughed and a few moments passed.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I said sweetly once I realized what happened.
“No, sweetie, I’m sorry. I knew I was hurting your legs with all of that pressure, but you said it was fine before. I really need to hold you in a different spot.”
He rolled right, I rolled left. A wet cloth appeared in front of me a moment later.
“Pat, pat, pat?” I asked.
“Always.”
We kissed passionately licking each others lips and dipping into each other’s mouths. He tasted good.
“Those are some sweet kisses.” He smiled.
“I love you, my king.” I fingers his blond hair and admired his masculinity.
“I want some more pussy.”
He must be crazy. “No,” I whined and turned over. “Good night.”
“My dick is a spoiled mother fucker,” he whispered as he crawled up behind me and found his finger on my pussy. “Don’t worry. He’ll be getting some more in the morning.”