The week was such a long one for me. My desk was running over with client files, my calendar was full of back to back meetings, my office was a mess and not the mention the a/c was down for a day in the building...in the middle of August. All I could think about on Friday was getting home, showering, curling up with a glass of sangria and doing absolutely nothing.
Since you own your own medical practice, your office is closed on Fridays. When I walked in the door, you took one look at me, wrapped your strong arms around me and told me, "everything will be ok". I believed you. I told you I was going to take a shower and that I would be back downstairs in a few. After spending 20 minutes washing away the week's worries, I returned to the den where you had a glass of sangria waiting on me. I kissed you softly on your lips (I love your thick lips) and curled up under you for the evening's movie. 3 glasses later, I could barely see straight, let alone walk straight. You carried me to our bedroom and pulled the covers over me.
At some point in the night, I felt something poking me in the face. At first I thought it was our dog, Jack, but he was outside for the evening. Due to one too many glasses of wine, I was still groggy and way too weak to move. Whatever this was kept poking me in my cheek and it was annoying. I opened my eyes and there you were...dick in hand. If I didn't you know your silhouette, I would have thought I was being robbed but it was you. I tried to raise my head to ask you what was going on, but you pushed it back down into the pillow. You rubbed the head of your dick across my lips and then slowly pushed it inside. You started moving your hips back and forth while I sucked your dick. You know how much sucking your dick turns me on and I wanted more but you wouldn't have it. Everytime I tried to raise my head, you would push it back down. I teased you as I twirled my tongue around the head just the way you like it. You started getting into it and pushed your dick further into my mouth. The head of your dick hit the back of my throat like a juicy cherry exploding in my mouth. Your pre-cum tasted delicious, but I wanted more.
You allowed me to lay on my back as you straddled my face. Then you proceeded to fuck the shit out of my mouth. So much so that I knew the actual fucking was going to be the thing dreams were made of. You made love to my mouth so good that I think my throat came. Eventually you had your share of throat-fucking me and decided that pussy was the next thing to go. But like surgery, you like to prep your patients before the main event. You devoured my pussy like it was the last supper. You ate Sheba (your pet name for her) like you were a starving child in Africa. You basically raped my pussy with your mouth...and I loved it. Every.single.delicious.moment.of.it. Just when I was on the verge of cumming, you shoved your dick inside of my throbbing pussy and I swear I saw the creation of the universe. The Big Bang. You slowly and steadily stroked my pussy and stroked it well. You would fuck me to the verge of climax and then pull out. Over and over again you would do this to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I threw you on your back and slammed my dripping pussy down on your dick.
When I saw the whites of your eyes, it was on. I rode you, and rode you hard I did. I screamed for you to cum with me and with that last stroke, we both released. I squirted all over your stomach and you came again. You always did love it when I squirted, but you also knew that meant I had at least one more in me. This time you flipped me over on my knees and slammed your dick into my ass. Oh my goodness it felt wonderful! You wore my ass out while you finger fucked my pussy. I came again and collasped on the bed. You pulled your fingers out of my pussy and my cum was running down your arm. You pulled me unto your chest and we went to sleep.
My work weeks are always the same (busy, hectic, and full of drama) but I know come Friday night, I have a glass of sangria and a good fucking from you waiting on me.
Since you own your own medical practice, your office is closed on Fridays. When I walked in the door, you took one look at me, wrapped your strong arms around me and told me, "everything will be ok". I believed you. I told you I was going to take a shower and that I would be back downstairs in a few. After spending 20 minutes washing away the week's worries, I returned to the den where you had a glass of sangria waiting on me. I kissed you softly on your lips (I love your thick lips) and curled up under you for the evening's movie. 3 glasses later, I could barely see straight, let alone walk straight. You carried me to our bedroom and pulled the covers over me.
At some point in the night, I felt something poking me in the face. At first I thought it was our dog, Jack, but he was outside for the evening. Due to one too many glasses of wine, I was still groggy and way too weak to move. Whatever this was kept poking me in my cheek and it was annoying. I opened my eyes and there you were...dick in hand. If I didn't you know your silhouette, I would have thought I was being robbed but it was you. I tried to raise my head to ask you what was going on, but you pushed it back down into the pillow. You rubbed the head of your dick across my lips and then slowly pushed it inside. You started moving your hips back and forth while I sucked your dick. You know how much sucking your dick turns me on and I wanted more but you wouldn't have it. Everytime I tried to raise my head, you would push it back down. I teased you as I twirled my tongue around the head just the way you like it. You started getting into it and pushed your dick further into my mouth. The head of your dick hit the back of my throat like a juicy cherry exploding in my mouth. Your pre-cum tasted delicious, but I wanted more.
You allowed me to lay on my back as you straddled my face. Then you proceeded to fuck the shit out of my mouth. So much so that I knew the actual fucking was going to be the thing dreams were made of. You made love to my mouth so good that I think my throat came. Eventually you had your share of throat-fucking me and decided that pussy was the next thing to go. But like surgery, you like to prep your patients before the main event. You devoured my pussy like it was the last supper. You ate Sheba (your pet name for her) like you were a starving child in Africa. You basically raped my pussy with your mouth...and I loved it. Every.single.delicious.moment.of.it. Just when I was on the verge of cumming, you shoved your dick inside of my throbbing pussy and I swear I saw the creation of the universe. The Big Bang. You slowly and steadily stroked my pussy and stroked it well. You would fuck me to the verge of climax and then pull out. Over and over again you would do this to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I threw you on your back and slammed my dripping pussy down on your dick.
When I saw the whites of your eyes, it was on. I rode you, and rode you hard I did. I screamed for you to cum with me and with that last stroke, we both released. I squirted all over your stomach and you came again. You always did love it when I squirted, but you also knew that meant I had at least one more in me. This time you flipped me over on my knees and slammed your dick into my ass. Oh my goodness it felt wonderful! You wore my ass out while you finger fucked my pussy. I came again and collasped on the bed. You pulled your fingers out of my pussy and my cum was running down your arm. You pulled me unto your chest and we went to sleep.
My work weeks are always the same (busy, hectic, and full of drama) but I know come Friday night, I have a glass of sangria and a good fucking from you waiting on me.
Enjoy this as you read.......
4 comments:
WOW! WOW! WOW!
Ouch!
I read this after Ruby's Blue excerpt & it sounds like Ruby could grow into the type of woman in this post... whew...
hotness!
This is strictly a grown woman. I don't think little Ruby needs to come aware near this one. LOL
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