He told me to come over
It was a casual text. -wyd -nothing much -pull up if you free -cool I’ll call you when I’m on the way
Nothing about this conversation prepared me for the night. I took my sweet ass time getting ready. We just chilling right. Oversized T-shirt and leggings. No makeup. And was sober as a nun. I honestly thought we would chill sleep and roll over on each other the next morning.
I was wrong.
When I walked up to the door, I heard music playing. I was smiling because he was playing Sir - ohh na na.
Nothing was out of the ordinary about his behavior or tone.
I sat on the couch and watched him play video games as I always do. Small talk and a little Hennessy to knock the edge off Monday blues.
I was tired of hearing him talk shit into his headset so I got in the bed to lay down. This was normal for him to play the game for hours so I figured go to sleep now so that I can be refreshed and ready to fuck in the morning.
As soon as I got in the bed the apartment turned dark and quiet. He went to the bathroom and I could see him aggressively washing his hands. He then clipped his nails. He came to the bed with a file and asked me to shape them. We talked about our day while I filed and shaped. When I was done with one hand, he attempted to scratch my leg to check for sharp edges. I continued to file the other hand. I even oiled his cuticles.
Unbeknownst to him, I really enjoyed servicing him. Especially knowing I would be rewarded with dick . He washed his hands again then returned with a jar of coconut oil. He wanted me to massage his hands. A weird ass request but physical touch is my love language. I just love skin contact. I told him that he must return the favor and rub my feet. He had a look of horror on his face. He hates feet. He stared at me and said he would think about it.
I immediately was annoyed so I just sat quietly rubbing his hands for 2 seconds. He could sense my slight attitude because he snatched his hand back and finished rubbing it in. When he was done, I raised the blanket up so that he could get in but instead he snatched the entire blanket off the bed. I was looking so confused. -Baby what you doing it’s freezing.
He simply looked and said, “I've been waiting on you for weeks.” Before I could respond, my legs were open and he kissed my pussy like it was my face. He took a long breath then closed his eyes. Every movement from his mouth served a purpose. He took his time and paid attention to every moan and movement. Even though he was doing everything right I still couldn’t get there. My mind was set on fucking. I prefer to come from penetration. I kept trying to get him to come up but he was so focused. He then looked at me and asked me if he could use his fingers.
Yes please.
The same hands and fingers that I just groomed were now the best damn sex toy ever invented.
He slowly inserted a finger all while humming and blowing on my clit, 30 seconds later I was laying in a puddle of secretions and saliva. My body was shaking uncontrollably. I could see stars and I was sweating like crazy.
What started out feeling like ecstasy now felt like a diabetic shock. My sugar was dropping and I had not a drop of energy to even tell him how I was feeling. I felt drained, fatigued and slightly scared because wtf was happening.
Somehow he knew something wasn’t right. I couldn’t even talk, I was just laying there with a small tears dropping from my eyes. Strangely he didn’t freak out, he went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He went to the kitchen and came back with sliced mangos and coconut water. He fed me then picked me up to take me to the cold shower. He stepped in first to block the cold water from touching me immediately. He then took a towel and started to whip me down. During this whole time he never said a word, not even a simple are you ok. But he knew exactly what I needed. After a few minutes I felt brand new. I had energy like an athlete.
Standing in a cold ass shower watching him clean me off was so damn arousing. I asked him to turn the water back to a warm shower temperature. When he turned around I just started kissing his back and rubbing his ass with soap. He let out a big breath. I reached around to stroke his dick while my other hand was still rubbing his ass. Slowly letting my hands go down the crack to test his limits. Deep down I really wanted to see if he would let me milk him. Twitter be having my mind running in overdrive. All I could think about was bending him over, licking his ass while stroking his dick.
I was too nervous to ask so instead I just continued with slow movements, lots of kissing and whispers in his ear thanking him for taking care of me and how I wanted to return the favor. As I massaged his balls I slowly rubbed his gooch. Every time I rubbed it his eyes would roll to the back of his head. That was my cue to go for it. I turned him around and whispered, please trust me.
His eyes got wide and he slightly turned his head and said, "do whatever you want to me."
My super pleasure pussy power was activated. I continued to scrub and rub him down and asked him to open his legs wide enough for me to thoroughly clean his ass. He laughed because he said he felt like a baby getting his ass cleaned by someone but he let me continue. Once we was finished, I dried him off and rubbed the coconut oil all over. When we got on the bed, we noticed the mess I made earlier. I didn’t want to kill the vibe so I just laid a towel down.
I didn’t want to immediately tell him to bend over so I made him lay on his back. I kissed him for what felt like eternity. His lips were so juicy and so damn soft. The more we kissed the wetter my mouth got and the harder his dick became. I didn’t want to abort the mission but I just needed to feel him inside me just to knock the edge off.
The moment I shifted my body his dick inserted me like a magnet. The first few thrust had my pussy snapping. I immediately got carried away and started riding him faster and deeper. He said my name so loud it snapped me back to the moment. I knew to stop otherwise he would be no good for the main event. I hopped off and saw yet another mess I made but this time it was all over his dick. I happily sucked and licked him clean.
Now it’s showtime. I started licking his balls while he slowly started to open his legs. I couldn’t get to his gooch like I wanted to so I whispered, "turn around."
He first laid flat on his stomach. I told him I need you bent over. He was hesitant but he slowly got into position. I ran to the bathroom to get the coconut oil so I could stroke him without chaffing. It’s finally about to happen and I had a point to prove to myself. I went straight to it. Kiss his ass cheeks, licking his balls all while stroking. His ass was winking at me so I knew he was ready. I let all the saliva released from my mouth starting at the top and watched it leak down. I took a long lick. I could still smell the peppermint soap and Dove soap. That gave me momentum to go full throttle. I lick, sucked, slurped every piece of his ass all while keeping an even pace while stroking him. Hearing him moan and squirm made my pussy clinch.
For me it’s the sexiest thing in the world to see a man receive pleasure. Especially when it’s because of me. I wanted to put my finger in so bad but my nails were extremely long. So I just used the tip of my finger to apply pressure. I heard him mumbling but couldn’t make out what he was saying. So I stopped and started rubbing his back. I heard him say, "Don’t hold back!" I knew exactly what that meant. I drugged my nails across his back and asked him if he was sure. He nodded yes. I’m honored that he trusted me to do it but I was terrified of ripping him. I lathered my hands with coconut oil and started with my pointing finger.
I knew to take my time. I was going slow and steady. One hand for his ass. One hand to stroke his dick. I heard my name mixed with moans. My mouth mixed with my finger took him straight to paradise.
I kept my stroke steady and melodic like the song that was playing. The Weeknd - Thursday. Wrong day of the week but it’s still fitting. I was dedicated to finishing him. I decided I wanted him to finish in my mouth so one finger in his ass and my mouth on the tip of his dick. Out of nowhere, he fed me the best meal.
He nut tasted like honey flavored milk. Some I swallowed the rest I let fall on my titties and neck. He was shaking uncontrollably and eventually fell flat on his stomach. I felt so damn proud.
Instead of immediately getting a towel. I rubbed his back with my nails and kissed his shoulders and neck. He passed out. I couldn’t wake him up for shit. He laid lifeless in the middle of the bed, limbs stretched out and was snoring loud as hell.
That was my cue to leave because loud snoring is an absolute no-no for my beauty rest. I left a note on his refrigerator post board that read, Don’t forget about Puma.
I never heard from him again.
