kneel before her on the carpet as I pull the now sopping wet panties from her body and reward myself with my first vision of her lovely wet pussy in front of me.
After literally thousands of emails and far too many months of waiting for this moment, I can wait no longer. I lean forward and touch my tongue to her waiting slit. The way she reacts is extraordinary, as if she has been touched with a cattle prod. She comes immediately, so turned on by the past minutes and the past months that her hips thrust up. Her labia open like the petals of a delicate flower and her juices pour out hot and sweet.
I cannot get enough and I lick the sweet juices as they flow, causing even more to appear. My fingers peel back her labia to expose her clit. It pokes out proudly, swollen and inflamed and my lips close around it as my fingers probe inside.
I tease a fingertip down into her tight ass as well, made wet enough for easy penetration by the juices flowing freely down her spread thighs.
I had teased, taunted, and tempted her for many months about the length and skill of my fingers and I dare not disappoint her now. My fingers delve deep into her as my tongue teases her clit, lightly stroking all around it without touching it, then flicking forward to strike it directly, causing her moans to elevate in volume and intensity.
I reach up and push her knees up, spreading her legs even farther, not content with my position; I want even more from her, I want it all.
As my fingers curl towards the spongy g-spot on her upper wall, she screams and comes again for me, hips bouncing off the bed of their own accord. I can feel her warm wet tunnel clench at my fingers as I do my best to keep my tongue in contact with her.
She slowly comes back down to earth and feebly attempts to push my head away from her now over- sensitive pussy. Instead of allowing her to push me away, I just move lower, trailing kisses down her wet thighs, down to her calves and feet and slowly back up again.
She moans in frustration and says to me, “Please, come up here and kiss me, I need you.” Not wanting to disappoint her, but absolutely wanting and needing her to know who is in charge, I reply to her, “You may have that kiss, but on my terms and my timetable.”
I crouch above her and tease the end of my rock-hard cock into her sensitive lips. She jerks from the contact to her overheated loins for just an instant before thrusting her hips up and forward to meet my own. I anticipate this move and pull back slightly, only wanting to tease her a little longer.
I rub the swollen head up and down her labia and lightly slap it against her inflamed clit. She moans in both arousal and frustration, repeatedly grinding her hips upwards to try to capture more of my cock in her depths.
Reaching up above me, I rip off her blindfold at the same instant I bear down and thrust deep inside of her, surprising her with both sudden vision and sudden penetration.
The intensity in her gaze tells me that I will be lucky to escape this night in one piece. I truly believe at that moment that she intends to devour me completely, mind, body, and soul.
I smile down at her as I pull my length from her slowly, feeling her velvety tunnel walls clinging to the surface of my pulsing cock. She squeezes her internal muscles, trying to trap me in place so I cannot withdraw, but I simply pull most of the way out and thrust back in again suddenly, unpredictably. I thrust in all the way, pull out, go in only an inch, pull out, slowly and surely revving her engine back up again as her sensitivity disappears as quickly as her juices flow between us.
She growls at me and thrusts her hips higher and harder. “Fuck me baby,” she nearly screams as I thrust into her, driving her halfway across the bed with my vigorous thrusting. A fleeting thought runs through my head that the neighboring hotel rooms must be getting quite an earful. That thought disappears as quickly as it had come and I simply take her at her word and fuck her harder.
She is moaning uncontrollably again now and her hips are bouncing on the bed. I want to look into her eyes as she comes this time, as we both come, because I can hold out no longer.
Fulfillment by Nan Allen
Nan opened the bottle her friend had given her, remembering her words. “Just slip it into a drink or his food and he’ll be out cold in a half hour or so. If you do it with a meal, it will take a bit longer to be absorbed,” Janet had said. “Don’t worry, it can’t hurt him.”
She slipped the mild sedative into Chris’ drink and watched it dissolve into the clear liquid, and then carried it out to the dining room. “Here you go, hon,” Nan said, and set the glass on the table.
Chris took a sip and made a slight grimace before setting it back down. “Do we need to change the filter on the sink tap?”
“I don’t think so. Why?”
“It just tastes a little odd,” Chris said, and then took another sip.
“Maybe they used more of one chemical today,” Nan replied as she moved the food around on her plate. She was too nervous to eat. She didn’t want her plan to blow up in her face by his figuring out she’d given him a sedative.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, just not very hungry. I munched too much when making dinner.”
“Silly,” he replied, and then started talking about what had happened at work. When he was done eating, he finished off the water in one go. “That was great, babe. I’m gonna go watch TV in bed for a bit; I’m starting to get sleepy for some reason.”
“Oh, okay hon, I’ll come check on you in a bit,” Nan said as she brought the dishes into the kitchen. She put the leftovers into the fridge. Maybe later, after her plan was completed, she would be hungry. While Nan waited for him to fall asleep, she cleaned the kitchen and worked on her homework assignment.
After about 45 minutes, Nan sneaked upstairs to check on Chris. He had fallen asleep fully dressed. Nan picked the camera off her bedside table and took a picture of him sound asleep. She carefully undressed him, moving slowly so as not to wake him up, and then she used the restraints they’d bought a few weeks ago to tie his hands securely to the headboard.
Nan took a few more pictures of him, from different angles, and then undressed herself. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers lightly tracing up and down his flaccid cock. He twitched but didn’t wake as he slowly got hard. When he was most of the way there, Nan leaned over and sucked gently on just the tip.
“Ohh,” Chris moaned and his eyes fluttered open. He tried to reach out and caress her but discovered he was tied to the bed. “Babe?”
“Hi, sleepy head. Just lie back and enjoy,” Nan said, and then went back to sucking on the tip. She lightly caressed his balls as she let more of his cock slip into her mouth, watching his face through her hair.
“That feels good,” he said as he lifted his hips up to push more of his cock into her mouth. “Take it all in, babe.”
Instead, Nan sat up and smiled at him. “You’re not in charge, darling,” she said as she ran her fingers over his stomach and up his chest. Nan caressed his nipple then leaned over and gently sucked on one as she teased the other with her fingers.
“What… ohh… what are you going to do to me?”
“Fulfill one of your fantasies,” she replied vaguely.
“Which one?”
“You’ll find out,” she answered with a mischievous grin. “Scoot down a bit.”
Chris did as he was told and watched his girlfriend pick up the camera. “What are you doing with that?”
“Starting a scrapbook,” she teased, as she took three pictures of him. She set the camera down, and then crawled along the side of his body and kneeled next to his head. “Ready?”
“Uh, yes?”
Nan smiled down at him as she moved so she was straddling his face. She lowered her pussy towards his mouth, pausing when she was just out of reach of his lips and tongue. He tried to lift his head to get closer but couldn’t.
