Rip down his pants and do what comes naturally

You feel like a wanton whore but you don?t care. All you know is that there?s a cock in front of you that needs to be freed. You straddle his chest and rip off his pants in two seconds flat, springing him to life. It could be your imagination, but it looks bigger and thicker than ever, and is pulsing right there in front of you, just begging to be sucked.

Bending forward, you grab the base of his cock with your left hand and envelop him whole in one fell swoop. Rhythmically bobbing up and down on his meat, you take in the smell of sex that now permeates the kitchen. Your saliva glistens down his shaft as it slowly begins to darken from the excess blood coursing through it. His hands squeeze your ass in encouragement, as you ramp up the sucking noises, making you feel sluttier than ever. On cue, you feel a hand come down on your right cheek. Smack! In your highly aroused state, the light pain intensifies your lust. You moan in approval as he slaps you three or four more times.

Reaching back you rip open the buttons on his shirt so you can rock your ass on his bare chest. Leaning forward once more, you lick up the length of his cock, rubbing it against your face, taking in his scent. Cusping his balls in one hand, you point his hard penis straight up with the other. Slowly, you roll your tongue around the head, which sends him bucking straight into your mouth. Teasingly, you repeat this a couple more times as he squirm beneath you.

Always one to play fair, however, you concede when he grabs your hips and pulls your pussy right over his mouth. That familiar loss of control takes over again, as you can do little but jerk his cock with abandonment. Yet, you sense he?s not going to take you to the edge this time, so you pull forward and do the next logical thing.

Gripping him tightly, you straddle his hips and guide him into your warm depths. As he spreads your lips open, you gasp audibly, relishing the fullness inside of you. Already loose, it takes little effort to take him deep and immediately being bouncing up and down on his shaft. All he can do is lay there and moans words of encouragement.

?Oh, God, baby. Yes, fuck me!?

Crazy in lust, you take it another step. ?Yeah, you like me riding your cock??

?Oh, shit. Yeah, fucking ride me you slut.?

?Yeah?? you breath, taking him deep again. ?Your slut is going to keep fucking you. She?s going to sit up on your dick and slam back down again.?

?You need me inside you, don?t you? You need my cock.?

You contine the play-by-play. ?I love this thing.? You slam back down again. ?I love it inside me.? Again. ?I love how it opens me up.? Again. ?Oh, Alan, you?re so hard!? You keep pounding him, exaggerating your moans. Sweat drips down your back and your stomach as your breathing becomes raspy and uneven.

Your legs begin to tire and your thrust begin to slow. On an upswing, he pulls out, leaving you whimpering in desperation. ?What? No!? you plead. But he doesn?t leave you in need for long. Grabbing your shoulders, he thrusts you back down on the floor, pinning your knees beside your head. Quickly, he laps at your clit, sending pangs of ecstasy down your legs and back up again.

?You want me to fuck you? he says, almost like a statement rather than a question.

?Yes, please.?

?Say it. Tell me you want it.?

?Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock.?

No sooner that you have your pleas out does he slam himself into you again. You can barely breath as he takes a hold of your thighs and thrusts himself into your pussy again and again. Screaming out random obscenities, you practically cry it feels so good.

?I?m going to cum,? he shouts.

?Do it! Cum inside me. Cum inside your slut?

With that he arches back and explodes, filling you up with his slick fluid. He continues to move back and forth, now as slippery as ever. You?re hoping he can go another round, but before you can even ask, he collapses on top of you, nuzzling your neck. After catching his breath, he finally leans up and kisses you deeply, not out of lust this time but out of love.

Glancing over, you notice the clock. ?Oh, baby, I wish you could stay. And I couldn?t even feed you.?

He grins at you. ?Actually,? he says, ?I played sick before I left, so I should be able to call in and get the rest of the day off.? You can?t help but grin. ?So what?s for lunch??