After a no-frills Chinese take out dinner, Jack had to run out for a few minutes. I knew when he returned that we’d make love, but we both had experienced long days and were tired, so I figured the sex would also be a no-frills event. As is often the case, however, I had this sudden urge to make something ordinary extraordinary, even if it was last minute and there was insufficient time to do so.
Having showered before dinner, I changed into a sexy little white lace baby doll (like this one) and matching thong, started lighting candles around the bedroom, including one under the lavender oil burner, made a couple of drinks, and believe it or not, grabbed the laptop and our fortune cookies from dinner. I had an idea! I carefully opened one cookie, tweezed out the fortune, and cut out a small piece of paper from another sheet. On it, I wrote, “There’s a blow job in your future.” I carefully placed the fortune in the cookie and the cookie back in its wrapper, then placed it on the bed in Jack’s spot, leaving the other nearer my side, so we would open them together.
Jack returned and found me and my laptop in bed. LOL! He headed for the shower with a big grin on his face, not knowing what I had in mind, but also not distracted by the sight of the laptop.
Typically, I blog without fanfare, no one over my shoulder, no edits, and no one approves. Jack once mentioned he’d like to watch the process, which, frankly, I think is pretty boring if you’re not actually inside of my head. But he thought it’d be hot to re-live the moments in my version of the play-by-play. Well, this was his chance, as long as he didn’t become over-the-shoulder editor, he’d get to watch.
After his shower, he crawled in the bed beside me, naked, smelling fresh and clean, the grin still on his face. He reached for his fortune cookie, opened it, and said, “I guess I have no future – no fortune.” Knowing what I had done, I said, “Are you sure?” looked over at his barely cracked cookie, and said, in a smart-ass tone, “You have to actually open the thing, Honnnneeey!” He did, laughed because there was indeed a fortune there, and read, “There’s a blow job in your future.” And it didn’t even phase him. Surprised by his lack of reaction, I said, “What? It doesn’t say that – you tell me the doctor tells you that you need more blow jobs! What does it really say?” And a light went off in his head like, “Wait, fortunes are never that good!” and asked, “Did you do that? THAT’s how you knew I had a fortune!” Then realizing that I would be sucking his cock tonight, his grin widened.
I turned to my laptop and began the entry called “Mission Accomplished.” “We had so much to do that day that getting ready for the club …” By the second paragraph, his hands were roaming, and, as I started remember the experience of which I was writing, I felt the tingling between my legs. “One Lucky Lady was leaning back in a high-top chair, legs spread and sans panties …” I had the notes I had prepared during “Big Trucker on I-95” and they were well done, so I was going about it pretty quickly. Jack’s hand found my breasts and began playing with my nipples. I typed. “The guys each started playing with her perky breasts …” I glanced at Jack’s cock and it was growing. I paused and he threw out a suggested word. I backspaced and typed again. We went on like this for a while, and he was being a very good spectator, having left his editorial persona elsewhere for the evening. His hands were grazing, my fingers typing, light chatter between us, candles flickering, and the scent of lavender filling the room. I could feel my moisture building. His cock was rock hard. “I knew the Mission would be accomplished tonight, but not yet.” I really wanted this entry completed. I really wanted JACK’S entry!
I typed. As I neared the end, his hand – Jack has great hands – slipped to my thigh. My legs spread ever so slightly. I typed (such self-control). “Fondly yours, Jill” and clicked ‘send.’ I put the laptop aside, and my face went right for Jack’s now rock-hard cock.
As he was lying ‘properly’ in the bed, and I had been sitting near the head of it, I leaned forward and stretched out so that my knees were near his head and my face fell right to his crotch. I dove right in and took as much as I could in my mouth, knowing this instant engulfment would strike him full force like no other sensation would have. He groaned loudly and I saw, in the mirror, his head sink into the pillow. I pulled back so that I could see his beautiful cock and feast on it with both hands and eyes. I leaned in and sucked just the head – softly, then firmly. He attempted to thrust it down my throat, but I was ready, and pulled back in order to tease him and make this last. I smiled at him in the mirror and he smiled back.
I leaned further forward and licked his balls. I took each in my mouth, in turn, and licked them generously. I returned to his cock and began licking his hard shaft while he watched me in the mirror as I enjoyed my real dessert. As is always said, it doesn’t take long after eating Chinese that one becomes hungry again!
I interchanged long strokes with short ones, sucking just the head with deep-throating and gently licking his balls with firm sucking. I looked his way occasionally to confirm he was enjoying the show, which he definitely was! His hands were roaming all over my legs, ass, and back, seemingly lost and without purpose, as he was so distracted by my tongue, lips, and hands roving about his great body.
Slowly, my tongue and I slid down his left inner thigh, licking all the way. As I approached his calf, I carefully maneuvered so that I was now facing him, and reversed my trek, up his right leg this time. When I reached the top of his thigh, I avoided his throbbing cock and licked my way around by way of his hip. I tongued my way to his navel, up the center of his abdomen and to his left nipple. I looked him in the eyes while I teased his nipple with my teeth and tongue. He could only take it so long before he closed his eyes and pushed his head back again. My mouth made its way to the other nipple, licking, sucking, and gently biting, while my fingers played with the first.
Since Jack had taken an extra long shower in anticipation of play, I decided I would give him a very special treat in return. I left his wonderful chest to kiss him – to make sure that I had his full attention – and began my way back down his torso, my tongue, teeth, and lips leading the way. I gently licked his cock without touching it with my hands, then slid my tongue to lick his balls.
A masseuse once told me that one of the keys to a great massage was never leaving the client without the sense of touch, so they are trained to always keep at least one hand on the client’s body. Otherwise, the client can become distracted and disconnected. This is a philosophy I hold dear when I’m giving the ultimate sexual pleasure to another.
I moved my hand to Jack’s cock and massaged it as I rolled onto my back, lifted his right leg slightly, and placed my head between his legs to access his balls from beneath. I took each in my mouth, one at a time, and licked and sucked. He moaned, loudly this time. He knew what I was doing, where I was going. This is what he had hoped when he took that extra long shower. I licked his perineum -- the spot between his balls and anus -- with tiny little flicks of my tongue. Another moan, longer this time. My arm was wrapped around his thigh and I used my shoulder to lift his leg a little higher. I flicked my tongue at his anus. Another moan, louder yet again. He bent both legs at the knee, to afford me better access. I moved in further so that my torso was perpendicular to his legs, reached for his cock with my left hand, which was noticeably throbbing, and began massaging it, while I licked his asshole and perineum, which had the distinct, fresh scent of Irish Spring.
If I angled myself just right for a second, I could see in the mirror that he was playing with his nipples, head back, eyes closed. This wasn’t going to make him cum – only my mouth or pussy on his cock would do that -- and that was okay. This was entirely about tantalizing as many of his most erogenous zones as possible at one time and, for me, hearing those guttural sounds. Being responsible for such carnal pleasure makes me so very hot!
I licked it all more firmly and much like I would lick a pussy, continuing to massage his cock, and graze at his balls randomly. I thought of one particular pussy I made cum on another occasion, and my own pussy throbbed. I’m not sure even Jack realizes how much I enjoy this. I stuck my tongue ever so slightly into his asshole, and he spread his thighs further apart. I slightly adjusted my position, let his cock go, and eagerly licked, sucked, and teethed at his balls, perineum, and asshole, and put just the tip of my index finger in his asshole. His moans were coming closer together and sounding more out of control.
As I was sort of folded at a 90-degree angle, Jack was able to reach my pussy fairly easily, and did so at this point. The anticipation of this moment had made me wetter than you can imagine. As he placed a couple of fingers in the general area of my pussy, I let out a moan which reverberated from my tongue to his balls – which was where my mouth was at that second – and made him moan again. As he easily slid one finger to my hole, I heard, “Oh my God, you are dripping wet.” Hell, yeah, I was, and I was ready for a serious O!
He began rubbing the hood over my clit up and down in my own juices while I continued to enjoy his forbidden zones. If it was possible, I was getting wetter. He thrust a finger into my pussy and finger fucked me, smoothly and rhythmically for several seconds, then returned to my growing clit, rubbing its hood up and down, then changing to a circular motion, and then up and down again. Periodically, he finger fucked me, keeping his fingers moistened in my own juices, and returned to my sensitive clit’s covering, rubbing, firmly, but gently, and by chance touching the clit itself randomly. All the while, I was nearly uncontrolled between his legs. I licked harder and more eagerly, moaning all the while, and sticking my finger partially in his asshole from time to time and finger fucking it.
He somehow twisted himself so that both hands were at my pussy. With one hand, he placed a finger in my pussy and another at the opening of my own asshole; with the other, he was rubbing the area of my clit. My hips surged toward him, I spread my legs as far apart as possible, and we both knew I was going to cum. After several strokes of both hands in unison, I exploded. Instinctively, I released his sensitive parts from my hands and mouth and latched on to his thighs, my nails digging but trying to be cognizant of any pain I may be imparting. My head whipped backwards, as I moaned loudly and thrust my hips upward, his hands keeping pace with my movements. He rubbed more firmly, hitting my clit with each motion. The cum and my moans flowed freely, until, finally, I squeezed my legs together, and he knew that I was at that too-sensitive place and couldn’t take his touch any longer.
The very best thing after an amazing orgasm, in my opinion, is the feel of Jack’s hard cock fucking me, and, since he’s always loved watching, feeling, and hearing me cum, his cock was like granite! I climbed on top to straddle him and slowly glided onto the Monster until his shaft hit the back wall of me. Oooooh, the feeling of that first entry! I leaned back, resting my hands on his knees, and letting the full effect engulf us both. I glanced toward the mirror and saw him watching me enjoy the moment. He smiled and blew me a kiss. I brought myself forward and kissed his mouth eagerly while my hands found his nipples. I felt his cock jump inside of me. I sat up, continuing to play with his nipples while he grabbed my tits and began playing with them. I was supporting myself with my hands on his chest and began to ride him – slowly, to make it last and because my legs were weak from my own orgasm.
I don’t know how he does it, but he has this move where he lifts me with his arms, effectively moving his cock in and out of my pussy and these are pretty much the only two body parts touching. He did this now, as I steadied myself and attempted to make myself as weightless as possible by supporting myself with my arms. We changed rhythms, slightly changed positions while I remained on top, and continued like this for a bit. What I really wanted, however, was to fuck – hard – in my favorite position. So I smiled sweetly and asked, “Doggie? Please?” to which he smiled.
I repositioned so that I was facing the mirror at the edge of the bed and stuck my ass up high and my shoulders down low and looked into the mirror, waiting for – anticipating -- Monster. He grabbed my hips and his cock slid into me, gently at first, and then he slammed! I all but screamed, “Fuck me, Baby! Please fuck me!” and he did it again, and again, as I met each thrust. Most women say they like doggie because of the control it affords them; I love it because of the feeling of Jack’s balls hitting against my clit. He played with his nipples as I watched in the mirror. What a beautiful, erotic sight! Jack has the most attractive chest and biceps … and his cock is fucking amazing!
I can’t even tell you how long we engaged this way, but I was loving every second of it. I reached for my clit and began slapping it – not too hard -- between his thrusts. The changes in sensation, the sights, and the sounds – they were exploding in my head. He leaned in and kissed my back while squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. He smacked my ass and kept thrusting. “Tell me how you like it, Baby.” “I like it hard! Fuck me hard!” I felt that familiar, sudden growth of Jack’s cock inside of me, and heard the husky sound of his orgasm. He took my hips and slammed himself into me several more times before I sank into the bed and he settled on top, still inside of me. I heard myself say, “Thank you,” and all he could manage was, “Uh huh,” but I heard a smile behind it.
Fondly yours,
Jill
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