Tell me about it

“Tell me about it,” he said.

“Really?” I asked, my heart jumping into my throat, even after all these months of blogging. It’s still new to me. “Will it turn you on?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. I could see his cock already beginning to strain against his boxers.

“Okay,” I agreed. I laid down on the sofa and put my head in his lap, close to but not touching his cock.

“I want to fuck another guy, from behind. I want him to pound his cock into my pussy until I’m moaning. I want him to press my head down while he fucks me. I don’t want to be able to move.” I’m squirming just thinking about it.

“Mmhmm,” he says, smiling a little. “What else?”

Of course he knows there’s more.

“I want you to watch. I want you to like it a lot. I want to see you stroking your cock in front of me.”

He starts rubbing his cock through his boxers, two inches from my face.

“When you can’t wait any longer, I want you to lift my shoulders so I’m on all fours. Then I want you to hold my head and rub your hard cock all over my face.”

“Yeah?” he asked deeply. He pulls down the front of his shorts and takes his cock out, rubbing it against my face in reality.

I want his cock in my mouth so bad I can hardly speak.

“I want you to hold my hair while you fuck my face, so I’m getting fucked two times at once. I want you to really, really enjoy it,” I say in a loud whisper and start licking his cock, which he’s holding tight by my mouth.

After a few moments I pause. “And when you’re ready, I want you to come all over my face.”

“You are so fucking dirty,” he says as he shoves his cock into my mouth. “I bet you want me to watch him shoot his come all over your back, don’t you?”

He’s good.

One comment

  1. Hubman says:

    Need someone to be that other guy? 🙂