Her walls dripped with decadent nectar calling forth the men who wanted nothing more than to devour ever inch of this seductive girl. What she lacked in seduction, she made up for in sensuality. Sitting on the opposite side of the glass, she was what was referred to as a coin operated girlfriend. Not human, but completely receptive to the needs of a man. Put the money in the slot and the show begins.

Beneath the dim glow of neon signs and the hum of arcade machines, she stood—Gypsy, the beautiful coin-operated goddess. Encased in glass, her mechanical hands rested on her pantyhose covered thigh, her dark eyes shimmering with an almost unnatural knowingness. People came and went, dropping quarters into the slot, listening as her recorded voice whispered seductive wants and needs that she knew men craved.

“Hello there stranger. I’ve waited all day for you to come home to me. Do you love the feel of these silky smooth pantyhose?”

The dolls voice almost hypnotic as she spoke. Men standing in front of the machine with their jaws falling into an awkward gape. Lips painted in a crimson red, her teeth tugging the bottom one as she awaited his response.

“I love them. Cross your legs back and forth,”

Gypsy sits elegantly on a velvet chaise, her glassy blue eyes shimmering under dim candlelight. Her dark curls cascade over her delicate shoulders, framing a mischievous smile. Dressed in a crimson corset and lace-trimmed skirt, she moves with eerie grace, crossing one slender leg over the other. The sheer black pantyhose clings to her olive skin, emphasizing every delicate curve. With a slow, deliberate motion, she adjusts the seam, her tiny fingers tracing the smooth fabric. The room hums with an air of mystery—Gypsy isn’t just a doll; she’s watching, waiting, an enchantress of a mans dreams.

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“Fuck! Those God damn dogs are barking again!”

Every morning at 6:45 am the neighbor’s dogs yell like the hounds of hell searching for a victim. Sitting straight up in bed, Gypsy covered her ears for the millionth time this month. Until a month ago she could sleep until 8, but the day that damn moving truck showed up everything changed.

Edging her body to the side of the bed, she grabbed a soft pink robe on an oversized Queen Anne chair. It was time to confront the problem, or at the least, yell at the mutt so the owner could hear her anger. It was still dark out for Christ’s sakes. Shuffling through the hall, the moment Gypsy opened the back door she screamed at the top of her lungs, but the last of her words stuck tight in her throat.

“Shut the fu…..”

Across the yard there stood what had to be a 6ft 5-inch male with no more clothing on than the day he was born. Stark naked, his body that of a Greek God, the man turned to the sound of the voice. He never even tried to hide it. Holding a coffee cup to his lips, peering over the brim of the cup, Gypsy could see the amusement on his eyes. Was he fucking smiling? God dammit, that man shook her to her core. Sure, she had seen plenty of naked men, but this one ripped her soul apart without even touching her body.

“Sorry about the noise. Rosco is just saying good morning to the neighborhood,” laughed the male.

Not once did this man even attempt to cover himself. His cock hanging, he didn’t even blink at being caught naked outdoors. Her mouth gaped open only seemed to amuse the man more. His laughter a booming chuckle, he turned to the door and disappeared inside along with the dog.

“What the fuck was that?” Gypsy asked.

She stood there for a moment or two before walking back into her own house, but now she couldn’t unsee it. His perfectly chiseled chest, tight abs, and well, that cock. God damn, if that was soft, she couldn’t even imagine it in an erect state. She had seen a few cocks in her days, but well, that one was impressive.

“How dare that man come outside like that. I could call the cops for indecent exposure,” she laughed.

Instead, she pushed the button on the coffee maker and honestly thought about a cold shower. Her cheeks warm, she placed a hand on one, shivering from the contrast of her hand and face. She was sure he saw her expression. His laughter when he left was downright cocky. Tapping her fingers on the tile counter, hoping to make the old pot drip faster. She had a Kerig on the other side, but there was something about that drip and gurgle of the old machine. Plus, it was seasoned with layers of past pots of that black gold.

A cup poured, she brought the steamy liquid to her lips, shivering the moment her eyes closed. All Gypsy could think about was that man standing there with coffee in his hand and his dick hanging long and proud. He had gotten into her head, and she needed to remove him as quick as he came.

“Alright, enough. Cold shower. Now!” she laughed.

A cold shower was needed, but Gypsy was someone who couldn’t even touch the cold water without her skin aching. Turning the shower on scalding hot, she dropped the robe and walked into the falling lava hot water. That might not take the edge off the anger she felt, but it would shock her system back to some normalcy.

Leaning her head against the shower wall, her hand slid down her belly, not stopping until she reached the soft skin above her pelvis. A sudden flicker of electricity flowed through her entire body, causing a moan to escape. Breathing deep, Gypsy pulled her hand back, pouring a liberal amount of soap in the palm of her hand. A bright floral fragrance filled the shower as the bubbles built in her hand. Biting down on her bottom lip, she slid her fingers down, massaging over her swollen mound. The only thing in her mind was that man. God damn that naked man.

Cupping her pussy, Gypsy curled her little finger, parting her swollen lips. Starting at her tight opening, she slowly moved upwards. How could that stranger get so deep in her head that she found herself masturbating to his image?

“Fuck,” she purred.

Tapping two fingers against her clit, Gypsy felt her own heartbeat beneath the tiny swollen nub. She was soaking wet and not just from the soap on her fingers. Slowly closing her eyes, one hand on the shower wall, she rubbed small sudsy circles around that bundle of nerves. She would need to steady herself or fall to the shower floor in a warm puddle of unforgiving lust.

Imagining that her fingers were that stranger, she pushed three of them in her tight entrance, stretching the tight pink rim. It hurt, but the pain was worth it all. She wanted him to stuff her full of that hard cock and not stop until his seed was buried deep inside her throbbing cunt. At this point it wasn’t a beautiful little pussy, but a carnivorous demanding cunt. Never in her life had she felt this way. Gypsy prided herself on her control, but that was flowing down the drain along with all her self-respect.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged.

In and out her fingers stretched her tiny walls, each thrust bringing her closer to orgasm. She never came quick, but this time the blinding wave of fury rupture her entire being. She was cumming, and it was hard enough to drop her to her knees. God damn, that man burned a vision deep inside of her soul.

DING DONG

Scrambling to her feet, she balanced herself for a moment before grabbing her robe and wrapping it tightly around her. It was 7 am, and unless it was an emergency no one should be ringing her bell!

“What!” she growled, pulling the door open wide.

Standing in front of her was the very same man that had just made her cum. Wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt, the man knew the moment she opened the door what he had done. That shitty smirk on his face said it all.

“Hey, just wanted to apologize. Are you okay?” he asked.

Nodding her wet head, Gypsy stood in the doorway with sin written all over her face. Her cheeks flushed; she grabbed the door jamb to steady herself before speaking.

“Yes. No worries, just please,” she begged, breathless, “Wear some clothes next time.”

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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Standing in the window, Gypsy watched the whole show unfold in front of her. A man on his knees holding a box out to the gasping woman in front of him. She could almost here the screams of happiness coming from the girl. Holding the coffee cup to her lips, she snickered into the warm fluid. In what should have been the happiest moment of someone’s life, Gypsy found humor.

“Oh God, the man of my dreams,” Gypsy laughed.

Cynical by nature, she knew that in time the woman would understand what would become of her. Another female lost to promises of a wonderful life. Granted, he looked well to do, but there was so much more to life. That’s why Gypsy started the Harvest. A secret society of women that travel the world to take the seed of potent men. If they were to make a change, the would need to create their own clan. Dominate women and sub-servant men. Breeding their own inhabitants to form the perfect world for female domination.

As she watched the man take his ring and place it on the woman, a sigh rolled from within. She would need to save this girl before anything else. Give her the life that she deserved. That’s how it all began. The day she decided to arm other females with the gift of grifting. To swindle something small without the owner knowing or worrying because to them, it was needless.

Without forethought, Gypsy placed the cup in the counter softly. She was on a mission to save this female. Sitting on her bed was the only thing she would need. A dress so tight that some would say it came from the contents of a spray can, a pair of pantyhose, and her trademark red stilettos. Five inches from the stem to the base, it allowed her already tall stature to almost resemble a Giantess. Most women didn’t realize the power behind those shoes. A feeble minded man will drop to his knees and beg to be crushed beneath them for her pleasure alone. When she was done every woman on the planet would own an exact replica of her own.

As she watched her transformation in the mirror, no respectful woman would leave the house without her lips being tainted with her scarlet letter. Crimson red applied, she smacked her lips together in a satisfied smirk. There was work to be done, and before that happy couple left, she could make sure the job was complete. Flouncing her hair with the tips of her fingers, she was ready, but was he? Did it really matter? Not to a woman like Gypsy.

The walk was short on that crispy Autumn day. Living across from a family own pumpkin patch had its advantages. As a people watcher she spent many days cackling at the happy families that forged their way through the place. Holding her hand out as she crossed the highway, cars came to a screeching halt, but the heat of the glares only fueled her fire. She was one of those women who had a stage presence no matter where she set up her show. A horn blew in the distance, but that didn’t effect the dark hair seductress. She simple turned, a placed a finger to her lips to silence the rage behind the female driver.

“Stupid bitch, I am here to help you. Shut your fucking mouth before I fuck your husband in front of you,” Gypsy whispered. No one could hear her but the woman, but then again, that was the only one who needed to know her fate.

With the highway now silent, Gypsy sauntered her way into the patch, nodding to the older female at the gate. She knew the truth about the Witch, but her lips would forever remained sealed. Her husband once a stout old man now sat on top of a tractor with his shoulders slumped as he pulled children through the corn fields. One sarcastic moment took away his manhood and left him an impotent little drone. Not that his wife cared. She now had the perfect husband. Obedient and caring to her every want and need. The way the world should be. It’s a woman’s world and one by one men will understand that their existence depends on their submission.

Some women get attention, and others, they command it. When Gypsy walked through the holiday filled courtyard, her pulse never wavered. A steady 66, she was as cool as a cucumber. Confidence is the biggest aphrodisiac a person can own.

Gypsy waited for the man to be alone. His fiancé now headed to wait in a line for the restroom, it was time to go fishing. Soft footfalls of her heels on the concrete, the male turned, watching at the stunning Goddess moved in for the kill. Not literally, but his balls would never be the same after a visit with her.

“Wow, damn girl, you look good,” he said.

Smirking, the whole thing couldn’t be easier. If a man was 30 minutes into being engaged, should he act like a horny teen on prom night? No, but this man was showing his intelligence the moment he opened his mouth.

“I do, and thank you. The name is Gypsy. You are?” she asked.

“The man of your dreams,” he spoke.

God, he was pushing the nails into that coffin with each word he lied. This one wouldn’t be just for fun. It was quickly becoming personal. His girl needed to know how easy a man could be led down a path of destruction, and when she milked him from every drop of his seed, Gypsy would open her eyes to the venom of the snake.

Fluttering her lashes like a school girl, Gypsy moved closer, her hand slowly moving to his testicles, squeezing lightly, “I thought you would say that. How about you come back to my place and show me how to be a real woman?”

With a gentle tug, the beautiful Goddess began the milking, but not to drain, not yet at least. His undivided attention was all she sought for the moment. Once she had that, there would be nothing left but to milk every drop of cum from his balls and own another unsuspecting soul. His fiancé would thank her later.

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Hello Darling. I’m an alter ego named Phyllis. When the black widow comes out to play, there is no Gypsy. She is tucked away for my personal pleasure. Sit back and enjoy my erotic journey into making sure married men enjoy cheating as much as I do. 

I’ve waited long enough for that man to come to his senses. William and his wife Jillian might seem like the perfect couple, but when you see the cracks, you realize how deep the problems are. When foundations are unrepairable, that’s where I come in.

Years ago I met William’s father after he was widowed. We became an item quickly, but truth be told, what I was really after was the young buck. His father had the money, but William would be the perfect victim for my cheating crimes. Plus his wife loved to spend more time away from him than a loving spouse should. I gave it two years after the death before clenching my well manicure talons around William. He was always a sucker for my nails, so now, it was time to put them to good use.

I waited a house away and watched as Jillian loaded her car and drove away from that long circular drive. She would be off on one of her many adventures, and by the look of the luggage, at least a few days. My target stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the little woman left. A man like William shouldn’t be left alone. Well, not by a real woman he shouldn’t. I would be the woman that put a smile back on his face. Believe me, I have millions of reasons why. The old man was loaded and I knew that William would get it all. Hence, I would get it all as well.

Dressed in a sleek blue dress, white heels, and my hair perfectly done, I knew all of that would be ignored. There was one part of me that William couldn’t resist. My hundred dollar manicure and soft petal pink nails. He always admired them, which in turn pissed Jillian off. Oddly enough, whenever I waved those talons at him, he became mesmerized by them.

Knock knock

As the door opened my smile radiated a warmth that I knew William could feel deep in his balls. Without him saying a word, I leaned in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his frame. What man could push a woman like me away?

“Darling boy, I am so sorry about your father. I know its been a little bit, but I am still saddened by his loss,” I cried.

William stiffened, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching the embrace. Finally allowing his body to rest, he returned the hug, but his face still showed shock.

“Phyliss, it’s been a few years, but thank you. He’s missed by all that knew him,” he said in a cracked voice.

I laughed, watching his eyes as my hand moved to the nap of his neck, dragging those nails over the flesh. That’s when I knew this would be a piece of cake. Scraping my talons over his neck, his eyes glossed over in a dream like state. William has such a weakness for my nails.

“Sweet boy, take me in. I know Jillian isn’t home. She’s never home,” I snapped.

William stepped aside, his mind now in a trance like state. It was those nails that he could never get off his mind. As they walked to the couch, sitting, he struggled for words.

“She’s a good wife, but yes, she is always gone with her friends,” he sighed.

I couldn’t help but be amused by this. Why was he sighing, but more so because he didn’t seem concerned over her absence. I reached out taking his hand in mine, my thumb nail softly caressing the top of his hand. Moving quickly was not my goal. I needed to take him hook, line, and sinker into my boat.

I was determined to turn William into a cheating man.

“William, you know that I am the only woman for you. I could see that in your eyes the day we met. Jillian was never good enough for you,” I whispered.

My hands now tangling in his hair, scathing my nails on his scalp. His body tensing and he moaned out, shaking in approval.

“William, it’s time I take my rightful place. It’s time for Jillian to go, forever. I have arranged that,” I laughed.

He simply nodded, knowing that Phyllis was right. Jillian did need to go and she would take her place in his life and his bed. How could he ever be with his wife again after all of this.

It was time for the fatal act of fully killing his marriage. I slid a hand beneath my skirt, allowing the dew to drip from my pussy onto my fingers. One push between his lips of that powerful honey and the Black Widow had taken another loyal man into her cheating web.

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A Foot Fetish Fantasy.

WISH LIST

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Spoil The Goddess

The first thing a man should learn is that IT’S A WOMAN’S WORLD and we only allow him to live in it. A giantess of a woman has the ability to take, use, and destroy any man at any time. Can you imagine the uses that we have for you? We can tuck you in a pocket for safe keeping, or use you as a human dildo. You better hope she doesn’t squirt little one. You might drown in a see of pussy nectar. What a way to go. I can think of worse ways, but you know, they could be a little painful.

Are you ready for giantess play?

Picked up by the back of the neck, held up to my face for a better view. “Aww look at that little thing. I will need to use ALL of you to get off. Crawl inside and wiggle around. Spasm if you will. You better hope I don’t clench to hard when I cum and shoot you across the room. Make the giantess cum hard and I will lick your entire body clean. Held over my mouth, dropped in, hold on tight tiny man. I have been known to swallow more than spit.”

Gulp, just kidding. I am one Giantess that keeps her toys. Lined in a drawer all the little men who have crossed my path wait for another turn to please the Goddess. Each one praying I let them grow back to normal size, but in all reality, size is a fuck of the mind, not the body. I am one woman that when playing with, size does count. The smaller the better for me. Rest in my hand for a bit. I will whisper the rest of your life is to be a tiny puppet and I am the marionette that pulls your strings.

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They called her evil because she refused to conform. A beautiful woman covered in diamonds and furs, but inside that little black bag, she held the death of many men. A black widow holds a deadly bite, but when it walks and talks, the body count will never end. Beware of the woman who can control a man like a marionette tugging his strings. She will use the same twine to wrap around his throat while she confesses her love for him as she looks for another victim to devour. Are you ready for your date with destiny? Or too scared?

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I’m a day late with this weekly announcement, but last week was a wild one. Incase you didn’t know, last Friday was my birthday, and I celebrated way too hard. I am not a drinker, but I made an exception when I was gifted a bottle of tequila. Some friends suggested we pre-game with some shots, and though it tasted wonderful, I am a big lightweight when it comes to drinking. My toes tingled after the first two. Thank God it wasn’t Gin. I’ve been known to strip and dance on the bar with too much gin in my body. I know that sounds hot, but the fall isn’t.

I had some great calls all week. Some of my favorite men played with me. Oh, and there was one woman too. She was naughty as fuck. It’s the second time I have had a man invite another woman into the call. He was the lucky one. She was there with him and he reaped all the rewards. He got two mouths on his cock.

I posted the real story of one of my funniest calls. Make sure you go read the Elf story. It was a good one. Now, I have a question for you all. What kind of erotica would you enjoy reading? I want to share what I like, but honestly, I want to know what you like as well. I am thinking also of doing another erotic book, so help a girl out. Tell me what you like to read, and if I can, I will get to work on a erotic series.

I love giving weekly announcement updates.

What I am writing now is a vampire based book that focuses on the coming of age, and changes to a boy once he meets and very seasoned vampire. There is no erotica planned for the book, but it will hit on some sexual undertones. Let me know if you want me to share before it’s published. I love feedback.

So, how was your week? As you can see, my weekly announcement was wordy, but a lot happened. Love you all, and we will talk soon. Remember, I am just a phone call away.

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“He’s expecting you. The other guests have arrived, but you are to meet him in the office. If you will follow me!” Little did I know I was meeting the God of Oral Sex.

Straight to the point, the Butler spoke in a heavy British accent. He was about 5o, grey hair, and slender. He looked like he could have fallen from a James Bond movie and landed right here. In my head, I had named him Jeeves.

“Gypsy, so nice to see you. I trust you got everything you needed?”

In awe, my head shook a little. I was standing in the same room as this man whom I had fantasized about so often. His voice was that of an angel, but I knew he was no saint. He was a pure devil. All the tabloids confirmed he was one of the biggest assholes in Hollywood. Right now, though, he was perfect. Biting down on my bottom lip, I needed to pull myself together. This was no way for a grown woman to behave.

“Of course. The flight was nice, and the room, well, it’s beautiful.”

After a 3 second internal fight with my common sense, I was back. There is no possible way that I want to be a star gazing little fool. He enlightened me about the party going on. It was a new album release. Living the life he did, it wasn’t profitable for him to settle with one woman. Since he wanted sex later, I was a sure thing.

As the clean crew worked diligently on the house, the two of us retired to the pool. Clothing dropping on the cement patio. I love sex in the water. Shocked, he was well endowed. So much so that I gasped a bit, giving him the ego boost he was seeking. Every man likes to know he can pleasure a woman. He would please me repeatedly with that monster cock.

“Lay back on the edge of the pool. I haven’t had a pussy I wanted to eat in years. Yours is magnificent.”

I swear I blushed. I have never had my pussy complimented like that before. Doing as told, I laid the towel on the concrete. My legs remained in the water as he spread me open. How can you prepare for this? He was, well, who he was, and I was a whore. Starting at my toes, he suckled each digit into his mouth, his tongue tracing them in a seductive dance. I will admit that I love this. It’s erotic the way he played each little piggy. He was making love to the perfectly manicured little tootsies. He sucked each one as though it was my clit, and he was trying to make me cum. Honestly, I almost did a few times.

He promised me intense oral sex.

One foot, and then the other, his mouth worked its way up to my heated center. By now, there was a delicate trickle of liquid love trailing from my pussy. He blew softly, his air enveloped my wet lips, sending shivers up and down my spine. Between the night air, and his mouth, I was on the edge of explosion. It was too soon to come. I didn’t want to ruin this. A swirl of his tongue over my clit, I had to reach down and grab the pool’s edge to stop myself from riding his face. I’m sure he would like it, but I didn’t know his boundaries yet.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Whimpering, my voice called out like a beacon. Being a vocal lover, I know that most men love when a woman encourages them. The actions of his tongue proved that to be true. Dividing my slit with the tip of his oral muscle, my clit throbbed the moment he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves. My shaking couldn’t be sedated. The talents of his oral skills had a flood of fluids dripping down my crack, pooling beneath my ass.

A hand crept down my body, tangling in his hair, I fed him my sweet entrance, lost each time his tongue dipped into my tiny pink rim. A circle drawn around my precious little peach, I heard him sucking the sweetness from my honeycomb. He was slurping from the fountain, my pussy squirting into his mouth. I drenched his face with my sweet, liquid love. Cumming was a surprise. I had the moment he pushed the tip inside of me. The tip of his tongue that is. His dick would come soon, but right now, the waves of rapture cascaded through my veins, and heaven found. I love oral sex.

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