I had called her voicemail three weeks ago asking if she could make some time
and see me. I wasn't sure what her response would be, if any at all. The last
time I had been with her seemed like a hundred years ago, far away but at the
same time it was a recurring memory. The memories are nice, but a memory and a
jerk off don't even fit in the same galaxy as spending time with this creature
of lust. So know I was pleasantly surprised to get her note in my private mail.
The date had been ten days away but I had cleared my calendar and counted the
moments until I could see her. Ten days seemed like an eternity. But the
anticipation fueled my hunger and kept me going. The neighborhood was upper
middle-class, lots of Accords and Mini-Vans lined the driveways. Most of the
lawns were well manicured, with shrubs and flowers brightening the view. Cozy,
safe. The sun glared brightly through the windshield. I squinted and pulled down
the visor further to block the irritation. I peered at the address marked on the
curbside, two more blocks. I spotted the address, the house blended with the
neighboring theme...suburbia. A few well placed planters on the front porch, a
park bench painted white sat next to the front door. I parked discretely several
houses further down the street and began the walk to the address on the card.
The handwriting on the card was graceful and feminine. The card was obviously
from the local Hallmark store, from one of those feelings series, but the
cryptic message inscribed was more than enough to get my attention. I caught the
faint trace of a familiar fragrance wafting from the card. I closed my eyes and
smiled. As I approached the front porch I heard the wind chimes sing a peaceful
refrain, there was an envelope tacked to the front door with my name on it. On
the bottom left hand corner of the envelope it was that same graceful
handwriting saying "Open Now..." I did. It read "The key is under the mat, let
yourself in, I'm in the back of the house..." I bent down to the woven mat and
there was the key...with a red ribbon tied to it. I let myself in. The smell of
vanilla filled the cool air, the breeze from the air conditioning felt like an
electrical charge. The house had an easy going energy, much like the muted, soft
daylight that filtered in through the lace curtains on the windows. Nice, soft,
comfortable. There was soft jazz playing on the stereo, not too loud, just
enough to compliment the rest of the scene. Very relaxing. The furnishing were
modest, not shabby, but tasteful. You could see the effort and care in the
handicrafts and artwork all around. There was a large portrait of her over the
fireplace, the artist had done an excellent job, she looked like a princess.
Enchanting. My pulse began to speed up. I turned to start down the hall, my
mouth was becoming very dry... I ducked into the bathroom to wash my hands and
rinse my mouth. The water didn't seem to help the cotton-mouth, my heart beat
harder, I headed towards the back of the house. My heart was pounding now as I
reached for the bedroom door, I couldn't tell whether I was scared or excited.
Maybe both. As I opened the door...A sweet voice called out to me... "Hi
Honey...I been thinking about you a lot, I missed you." It took me a few seconds
to adjust to the candle light. She had draped the windows in such a way that all
sense of daylight was blocked, in fact nothing in the world existed outside of
this room at this moment. The scent of vanilla was gone, replaced by her
alluring perfume, the same one on the card. She was a vision, her hair piled
high, with little tendrils on both sides, just wisps framing her face. She knew
all my little turn on's... the pearl choker, the dangling earrings, the black
demi bra which cradled and presented her fabulous breasts...her nipples were
shinny, she had spread that pina colada gloss on them. The rest of her ensemble
was equally stunning. The open palm lace gloves, the stockings and garter belt,
the fuck-me high heels, and those killer panties. They appeared to be
crotch-less, but they had little ribbon ties, little bows keeping her treasure
veiled, with larger bows on each hip. Just a little tug and they would fall
away. Her lipstick was perfect on those bee stung lips, along with the rest of
her. Her smooth, flawless tan skin, her little ears and perfect nose. "Would you
like something to drink?" she asked all the while pouring from the sweating
bottle she had in the ice bucket. "Thanks"...I mumbled. "You look fabulous, as
usual, but really....stunning. You seem to grow more beautiful every time I see
you" "Your so nice..." she replied. "Relax, get out of that coat and tie. Here
let me help you..." and before I could answer she had undone the knot of my tie,
and opened my shirt to my waist. I looked down into the depths of her brown doe
eyes...she looked up at me and her lips brushed mine. Her tongue flittered
across my lips and they parted automatically for her. We kissed, slow, feeling,
the room started to spin, I had kissed her countless times before, although not
in a very long time. I didn't expect the kiss. As I was adjusting to it's impact
she whispered those words. I don't know where she learned them or whether she
says them to all her men, but they always have the same effect on me. "I need to
take something from you..." She didn't wait for my response, her hands deftly
undid my pants and they were around my knees in a blink. She took me in her
mouth and the feelings of joy radiated from my cock to all my extremities. She
had mentioned when I first me her that she was famous amongst the men she knew
for her oral abilities. She was not a braggart, she was the best I'd ever had. I
have a nickname for her "Suck Queen" although I have never told her. She might
be proud or she might be pissed...so I never mentioned it. She crawled forward
as she took more of me, her hands around my ass, walking me backwards towards
her bed. Her web, her lair, her power place. As I fell backwards onto the bed
she let me slip out of her mouth and busied herself removing my shoes, socks,
pants until there was nothing between her and my hard on. She leaned forward and
kissed me again, and I could taste my pre-cum on her lips. She let her Satin
robe fall and I leaned back onto the stack of pillows. Her eye contact never
stopped as she knelt between my legs and held my cock upright. "You have such a
beautiful cock...it's very schlongy...and it's dripping sweet stuff, I love it."
She held the base of my cock tightly which caused it to get even harder, the
veins were bulging and the pre-come kept flowing, running down the sides. She
turned her head sideways and kissed me on the sensitive spot. She applied
suction with her lips and ran her tongue around in circles at the spot
simultaneously. My heart pounded, my head throbbed. She made a loud slurping
sound as she engulfed my cock in her lip lock. Immediately she took the first
three inches into her mouth and started nipping me with her teeth. Not too hard,
love bites. It makes me crazy and very hard. "Your cock is so big...do you have
something for me?" "You bet sweetheart...show me what you do best..." I groaned
to her. I didn't have to tell her twice, because in a heartbeat she swallowed me
to my balls. She started this soft, sexy moaning around my man-meat, which only
made me leak sweet stuff more copiously. The more I leaked, the more and louder
she groaned. It was as if my juice was necessary for her to live. Again she made
eye contact and held my cock with just her teeth. She gazed deep into my eyes
while she reached behind her to unfasten the demi-bra. It fell to the bed and
she cradled my balls in her left hand while stroking me with her right. Her
saliva was flooding my cock, and made a slick mess of the staff as she jacked me
rhythmically in a cadence she knew well. I swear, my cockhead flared to twice
it's size which brought a delightful moan from my little suck queen. She
increased the tempo, and her sounds got louder. You could hear her hand and
mouth sounds...separate from her moans as she expertly worked my cock. Just a
bit faster, just a bit firmer on her grip...Throb, Throb, Throb...the
contractions were starting deep in my prostrate. She kneeled closer to me and
started dragging her nipples on my thighs. I moaned my approval and scraped some
of our mutual slime off my cock and rubbed it into her nipples. They stuck out
from her gorgeous breasts like pencil erasers. More of her eye contact, she
batted her lashes at me and dove in for more. Mmmhhhhppppphhhh.......mmmmmmmmm,
louder, faster, as I responded her sounds got higher...uh huh..............uh
huh........Yes.....uh huh, mmmmm,mmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMM and I saw stars. The first
jolt came from my toes, lights flashed in my brain, my hearing and vision became
acute. Throb.....juice.....throb....juice....throb....juice.. I must have
spurted six or seven times compared to my normal three. She let my cock slip out
of her mouth for the last two spurts and let them land on her tits. I love her
breasts, even though she claims a doctor ruined one. Her tits are exquisite, but
probably because the are hers. I remember her natural ones, they were beautiful,
but her fabulous figure could carry more....and it's more she now has. As my
cock slipped away, it still stood straight out, you could see it throb in sync
with my heartbeat, each beat causing a little jerk and a bit more deflation.
"Come up here" she beckoned. I slid into her arms where she kissed me deeply
exchanging saliva and my seed. I didn't mind, I never minded anything with her
in bed. She rolled me onto my stomach and proceeded to massage my neck and back.
I was spent, and my body wanted to sleep, however my brain wasn't going to miss
one second of our encounter. It was like cutting a record. Every detail, every
touch, every sound, every smell was burned into my brain cells. My mind wondered
if she was the same with all her men, how much of this was a well rehearsed act,
but frankly who cares. She was giving me what I so desperately needed...a
reprieve from the stress of my regular life, an entire vacation in just a few
moments. Memories to last a lifetime. She worked her way down my back with her
trained hands. Everywhere she touched glowed. The waves of relaxation washed
over me. I felt her hot breath on the cheeks of my ass, then her hands spreading
me open. Her talented tongue slipped between my cheeks and wet my asshole. I
groaned my approval and she went in for more. She fucked my ass with her tongue
like a teenage boy with his first pussy. It seemed like each plunge took her
deeper and she started that groaning and moaning again...which of course made me
crazy. She was relentless in her pursuit of my ass. She reached her hand around
my waist and grabbed my schlong. My cock was like steel, just like a morning
piss hard-on. You'd never suspect I had come my guts out only moments before.
She rolled me over onto my side, never stopping her oral probing of my ass, only
now she was jacking me off in perfect rhythm to her oral thrusts. It kept
getting better, and better. I suddenly rolled away from her....I couldn't
control it any more and I wasn't ready to give it up again. She looked at me
with puzzlement and disappointment in her bedroom brown eyes. "My turn" was all
I said. My vision focused on those fuck-me panties as she lay back into the pile
of pillows on her bed. I saw the four little bows that held the crotch closed,
but as I dove in I went for the bows on each hip. I wanted nothing between me
and her essence. I untied each bow with a bite and a twist of my head. As the
wispy garment became free I pulled it out from under her with my teeth. She
lifted her hips to assist me, which was acknowledgment that she would allow me
to worship her pussy. I was glad that I had shaved just before leaving, because
I wanted to be smooth and soft if I got this opportunity. I knew in the back of
my mind that she also liked girls, and I didn't want to be rough, but I wanted
to pleasure her as she had done for me. She is always the giver and seldom
allows her men to pleasure her this way. She saves that for her boyfriends. This
was a very good sign. Maybe she was feeling a bit melancholy, remembering the
good times and the universal connection we used to share. There remains some
untold bond between us, that she never acknowledges. She's always saying that
she wanted nothing more than for me to be happy, and she was making me very
happy today. I gently spread her perfect butterfly and moved in to start the
slow love licks. She didn't respond at first. But then I detected the slight
motion of her pelvis. The smooth rocking was very subtle, but the repetitions
continued as I swabbed her clit in my saliva. Her juices began to run, and her
tempo lost it's subtlety. "Oh yea....oh yea...lick it....yea....lick it...oh
that's the spot....get it.....get it......eat my hot cunt. Lick it, eat it" she
demanded. I focused on not pressing too hard, keeping it light, little steady
licks. Her approval was obvious. "Ughhhhh, ughhhh.....I'm cumming, cumming" she
squealed in her little girl voice. Her hips tensed and seemed to vibrate then
the release. She gave me her syrupy gift which I savored. It was like nectar
from the God's. She sat upright and her lips met mine..again we exchanged and
shared the gift. "I'm so horny...fuck me....please" she spoke at barely a
whisper...but she rolled onto her stomach and that fabulous ass presented itself
for harvesting. I could see her glory hole...she had trimmed her pubic hair so
that her lips were bare. The milky fluid leaking from her indicated her
readiness. As I started towards her...she handed me a condom..."These are time
of being safe..." she reminded me. I didn't care, I just wanted to be inside
her. I took a moment and rolled the rubber over my cock. I was rock hard and
beyond ready. Actually, I was glad she made me use protection, I was hot as a
firecracker and ready to pop on contact....but I wanted this to last, and the
condom decreased my sensitivity enough to keep me from going off right away. "Yesssssssss
she cried as I entered her. This was always one of our favorite positions. She
pushed her torso up by straightening her arms and I reached around to caress her
wonderful breasts. I know how ultra sensitive her nips get so I used the flat
palms of my hands to work over her tits. I reached between us to get some of our
goo to lube her tits and she responded with "uuhugh...yea....that's it" My
pelvis pushed my cock in and then some, it was as if I were trying to get my
whole package, nuts and all inside of her. "Oh....your too big.....ohhhh.....too
big....nnnnnnnn" "Want me to stop?" I asked as I started to pull out. Her body
thrust back at me....rendering my withdrawal moot. I didn't move... she was now
fucking me. "Comming....yessssss......comming...yea...yea" she bellowed. I
thought the neighbors must be able to hear....but fuck em...who cared.
Bam....the lights in my head flashed....thunder and lightening in my brain...and
my cock started to pump out it's seemingly endless supply of my fuck juice.
Throb....and pump....throb and pump. I thought my prostate would explode, but it
was only me who kept exploding. My body went limp and I lay on her, trying not
to crush her with my body weight. I lay my cheek on her back only to feel the
wetness of her perspiration. I started to lick her back...so salty...so good. I
lay there and glowed. Something about her, her energy, her acknowledgment to the
universe of her sexuality. She was truly a sexual animal...a descendent of
Aphrodite. A goddess whose purpose was to please men. I knew that I could never
possess her as a man possess a partner, but was grateful that she chose to let
me in to share her carnal delights. She rolled me over to my back and
asked...."Would you like an E.V.?" I could barely speak....so I nodded my
approval. She padded off to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. She
expertly removed the condom....I stared at her as she lifted it to her lips and
drank it's contents. What a fucking turn on. This woman is something else. She
wrapped the warm cloth around my cock and treated it as if it were a treasure,
as if it was a living being on it's own. She knew. She seemed to know everything
a man wanted, desired and held secret. She was an expert, but unlike her
sisters, she was a safe place for me to escape to. Maybe it was our past, I'm
really not sure. I just know how it is. "I really have to get going, I have
another appointment soon" she cooed, and she was off to the bathroom again. She
closed the door and I tried to get up. I was dizzy from the excitement still. As
I got dressed, I looked around at the tapestry's and candles in the room. Her
femininity was reflected everywhere. I walked over to the dresser and reached
for my wallet. I pulled several new hundreds and placed them under her
hairbrush. "My love gift to you sweetheart" I muttered as I left the bedroom. I
smelled the vanilla candles again as I walked to the front door. I ran my hands
through my hair to compose myself as I prepared for reentry into the stress and
harsh realities of every day life. As I walked down the street to my car I
couldn't help but feel the pulling in my cheeks and acknowledge that the smile
on my face would last a very long time.
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