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Introduction:

Let me tell you about one of my incredibly erotic and recurring dreams. One of my girlfriends suggested I offer it to a porn flic producer. In real life I am Vanessa, with an almost insatiable sex drive, always fantasizing about new and erotic ways of giving and receiving sexual pleasure. The characters in the story, Steve and Emma are loosely based on two of my casual lovers.

Steve had never forgotten how lusciously erotic Emma was, once she took off her clothes. It was a few years since he had last seen her naked, she had learned how to dress in that time but had lost none of her voluptuousness. There was not an inch missing of Emma’s ripe, heavy tits, and her plump inviting ass was as round and creamy as ever.

She was wonderfully quick to attain her orgasm, coming as soon as he started to touch her clitoris, even before he entered her. Even then Emma insisted that he fuck her just as ruthlessly and quickly as he chose, urging him on with well chosen four letter words, and unmistakable movements, her body juicy and ripe.

After a brief period of rest and relaxation, Emma suggested to Steve, dry mouthed and a little apprehensive. “Turn over on your stomach.”

“Huh, What.”

“I want to look at you. And please you.”

He did as she asked and trance like Emma straddled his waist so she could run both her hands down his back. She trailed her fingertips over the tenderness of his sides, drifting over his smooth skin. As she did so she could hear the tempo of his breathing increase.

Emma traced a line of light fire very slowly from his waistline to his coccyx and back. He moaned and shifted on the bed, lifting his ass quickly and spreading his legs apart before he lay back again. Emma slid down so she was sitting on his calves, taking in the sight of his equipment between his legs. His cock was already rock hard and had risen up under his stomach, but the heavy globes of his balls lay on the mattress between his legs. Recklessly Emma bent forward and hovered over them, her mouth dry as she realised how completely he trusted her.

Finally with a wide open mouth, she began to puff little teasing breaths just above his balls, warming them and and watching the clenching of his ass muscles as he cried out in wordless desire.

“Now turn over,” Emma whispered as she released him from the weight of her body. Steve obeyed, lying utterly exposed, his eyes closed, all of his taut, thick, throbbing cock revealed to her.

Emma had intended to tease him some more, by touching his most sensitive parts, his nipples, inside his thighs, and all the places men like to have caressed, but when she saw the size and quality of his throbbing erect, cock she quickly abandoned the idea.

“I want your big cock in me me again. Right up me. Right now,” she said moving lithely, flinging one of her legs back over his body and balancing on the bed on her knees while she held his huge erect cock in both her hands and started to guide into herself.

Steve watched fascinated as she nuzzled the tip of his cock against the wet, aroused lips between her legs. He didn’t stir as Emma gradually pushed eased every last bit of his throbbing erection deep into her, until he was enfolded deep into her flesh.

Emma lay forward on his chest so that her head was pillowed in his neck. He allowed to set her own pace, loving having her on top of him, pleasuring herself on his erect cock, as she rose and fell above him, for what seemed 8 or 9 inches, using his cock as her plaything, her very own possession.

He held himself back brutally and gave himself utterly to her, delighting in the increasing rapidity of her movements, avidly watching the purposeful, building tension of her body as she drove herself closer and closer to the orgasm she wanted desperately, after which there was no turning back. As Emma finally threw her head back in sightless ecstasy, her whole body shuddered uncontrollably, gasping until she collapsed back onto his chest, pulsating in the still spasmodic aftermath of her orgasm.

Only then did Steve lift her in his powerful arms and turn her over onto her back, only then like a man possessed, did he smoothly slide his huge cock back into, right to its hilt, and with exquisite concentration, give her another orgasm before he finally emptied himself into her.

The next time they met was a year later, almost to the day. This time Emma had only one thought in mind. This time he was going to have to beg for it. She was sexually frustrated to the point of masturbation, this afternoon, especially listening to the noise last night from the next room in the hotel, where a couple had obviously fucked each other silly for most of the night.

After a chance meeting and lunch in a restaurant overlooking the harbour, he had invited her back to his room. Sitting in the restaurant he had taken her hand and pulled it under the table cloth and placed it on the top of his leg, then onto his flaccid cock. Always one for the dramatic, he started to say, “Do you know how much I have wanted to fuck you again? To give you pleasure. To have my cock in you,” at the same time stroking her hand over his growing erection under the table.

Emma, almost blushing, but intent on teasing him, wrapped her manicured fingers around the huge cock she remembered so well.

“I’ll see,” she smiled taking her hand away and starting talking about her work.

An hour later they entered his hotel room, Steve locking the door as she unpinned her hair and let her long blond hair fall to her shoulders. He took her in his arms and kissed her mouth, as she felt the quickening rhythm of his heart. His tongue was gentle, tentative as it touched the inner rim of her lips, moving slowly before the inevitable invasion.

Gradually he felt her own tongue respond, little by little her reserve diminishing. Removing her earrings he sucked her ear lobes like nipples, tonguing and nibbling. As he returned his kisses to her mouth Emma could feel his growing erection rubbing against her thigh. As he kissed her neck Steve began to undo her blouse from neck to waist, slowly freeing her braless, gorgeous succulent tits, remembering the way he had made her large nipples harden and respond in the past.

He led her easily to the bedroom, still fully dressed apart from the unbuttoned blouse, and lay on it, pulling her on top of him, and positioning her on her knees above him so he could devote his entire attention to her swelling tits. Taking one heavy tit in his hand, he vowed not kiss her nipples until she started rubbing her legs together, at the same time clasping and unclasping them until Emma was entirely focused on his fingers kneading her tits. She arched her ribcage, not realising that she was beginning to move her hips.

When he felt her tensing her thighs, Steve allowed his fingers to move from her tits to her mouth. She heard him licking the tips of each of his fingers before he began to caress her nipples with such a discreet touch that their wetness made it almost unendurable. She wanted his mouth on her nipples desperately, yet he still used his wet fingertips, all five of them gathered together to surround each nipple with a circle of painful sweetness until the tips were pointed, fully erect and dark pink with blood.

Gauging the moment to perfection, Steve finally bent his head and took one nipple into his hot mouth, listening with delight to the sigh that escaped her, he sucked, increasing the pull of his mouth and the strength of his plundering tongue. She pushed her tits together with her hands, as if she wanted him to take both nipples into his mouth at once, but her tits were far too big for that., and he devoted his attention to each in turn, always leaving one before it had been stimulated to its peak, so that she was never satisfied but kept hanging on the brink of the full blown sensation of being suckled that he knew she wanted.

This isn’t about what she wanted he thought, as he felt her tits swell and grow even fuller under his torment. Steve got off the bed and arranged a pillow under Emma’s head. He fell to his knees on the carpet, still fully clothed and removed her skirt and tiny lace panties, so that she lay fully exposed to his gaze, her only clothing the blouse that still clung to her arms. Her eyes were half open so that she could see the look on his face when he saw her body, the body she knew was so ripe for sex.

Steve still kneeling, inclined his head between her legs and soon she felt the brush of his lips on her pubic hair, just a whisper of a touch as the skin of his subtle lips barely made contact the soft fine hairs of her blonde triangle. As his lips became more insistent she felt herself becoming engorged with desire, she knew her cunt lips were becoming more visible as they grew pinker and more prominent, but she held herself rigid, wanting as much of his tongue as she could get.

Her eyes closed as he slid the point of his tongue deeper into her core, leaving a wet trail. Over and over his tongue retraced its path, her lips pouting in expectation. Emma would not allow herself to move her legs, although she felt like screaming when the tip of his tongue went even further into her, parting her lips with the utmost care, its heat travelling moistly between them as he licked and lapped at her, feeling her mounting tension, as he moved up to her clitoris.

Emma took his head in both her hands and pushed her clitoris up into his mouth, relishing his attention. As she neared orgasm she looked disbelievingly as Steve took her in his arms and turned her over so that she lay face down on the bed. He began to explore every part of her back, as remembering her earlier promise to herself she refused to speak, or to lie still long enough for his tongue to lick the full ripe cheeks of her arse. Using his strength he took the cheeks of her ass in each of his hands and pressed them together, then apart as he licked and kissed them, becoming more excited as he did so.

She kept herself resolutely unclenched, knowing that her wetness was moistening the bed. As he took his tongue away she could feel his middle finger between her legs, pressing toward her tumid, aching lips.

She turned her head away from him, so he would not see the agonised desire written on her mouth and in her eyes, especially as he lifted her stomach and ass high off the bed so that he could push his head between her legs. She was burningly distended, and as open as she had ever been, as she let Steve suck her clitoris deeply into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue, without a sound of satisfaction or desire.

Emma neither resisted or responded until, insane with with her taste and her smell he turned her over on her back, ripping off his clothes in frantic haste.

“Ask for it,” Steve said.

“Never.”

“Ask for it.”

She used all the muscles of her strong legs to push them together, so forcefully he was that he was unable to keep them apart with one hand.

“You ask,” Emma whispered, putting her fingers over her tautly swollen clitoris and rubbing it with flickering expertise, seemingly absorbed in the pleasure she was giving herself, watching him grow more avid as her rhythm quickened. Helplessly Steve saw her approaching an orgasm without him.

“Stop that!”

“Ask me nicely,” she panted without stopping.

“You win, you bitch!,” he gasped. She took away her hand, opened her legs and tilted upward so that he could enter her immediately, both of them so consumed with each other and so inflamed by their long duel and foreplay that they gripped each other and used each other more brutally, than they had ever used another person.

They came together ferociously, in racking spasms that happened too soon, but lasted and lasted until they were weak and totally drained.

“Can you reconcile with anyone in that story?,” I asked Dan, one of my casual lovers. “Is there anything I can do for you? Have forgotten how lusciously erotic I am? Then ask for it.”

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