Nocturnal Chat #18

Cum On My Boots

I hear his car pull up in the driveway and set my stage. Black velvet teddy peeking underneath sheet. Never worn before boots tangled haphazardly between sheets. Hand propped conspicuously over one eye, and as the keys turn in the front door, my eyes close to feign sleep. I hear him greet the dog, drop his belongings, and make his way towards the bedroom. He makes a quick stop to check on the baby and I sneak a peek as he closes the baby room door. Standing at our bedroom threshold I hear his intake of breath, "Damn," he whispers.

I feel him pass me to his side of the room and hear him shuffle through his porn drawer. "Mm hm," is the soft murmur of his selected piece. He picks the remote off the bed and sets up some background entertainment. He passes me again as he makes his way to the bathroom and turns on the shower. I'm thinking: Thank God, cuz after a double shift and I'm all dolled up, I want a fresh man! (Terrible, I know).

Once he's out of the shower, I hear him come in and close our bedroom door. Next he's sliding into bed beside me and his hands find a breast and part my legs open. His lips and his tongue are causing electric shock waves up my back and neck, while his hands and fingers moisten my thighs and harden my nipples.

I'm floating on this unbelievable current of ecstasy when he pulls me towards him and kisses me. Moans escape my lips as his find mine. My hand reaches down and pulls his dick out of my favorite pair of sexy tight briefs. His tip is already dripping with anticipation. I make a decision but before I can act on it, he's already lowering my head to rest between his legs. Must be psychic. I drink in his head slowly followed by his shaft.

He wants none of the delicacies and rams his full length down my throat. I feel myself gagging and moan at the mere thought of swallowing my man whole. This excites him and now I can feel three and then four of his fingers thrust inside my walls. The tidal of fem juice to follow arches my back and I grab his balls for further intensity. "Easy baby," he coaches me back a bit but keeps his fingers dancing in me. He caresses my face and neck as I lick him from tip to nut, suck, repeat. He grabs the back of my head in agreement and I give him what I know he wants. Deeper and deeper I take him until his pubic hairs tickle my nose and his shudders of pleasure rolls my eyes to the back of my crown.

"Come with me," he says as he pulls me off the bed, pausing to look me up and down. "Damn". I follow him out of our bedroom, through the hallway, past the confused dog in the dining room where he sits me on the stairs facing him. He opens my legs and fingers me while pulling my mouth back to his hot spot. Now with seated leverage and the use of both my hands, I grab one of his ass cheeks, give a firm grip to his shaft, and proceed to suck on my delicious caramel lollipop.

Just when I feel him tense under my grasp, he roughly turns me over and slams his dick so far into my cunt I scream on contact. The velocity to which he is fucking me has me burning my elbows, slamming my head, and breaking a nail or two on our staircase. Tears of pleasure pain run down my face with each thrust. His right hand runs up the length of my ass and back and then grips my throat as he twists me up toward him for a barely breathable kiss.

The lack of oxygen has me cumming in ways I had never felt before, I manage a weak, "M-more...d-don't s-stop..." He obliges me for what feels like an eternity and then abruptly he stops. My body, not comprehending what has happened, is still thrusting to meet him in vain agony. He walks up past me on the stairs and reaches for my hand. "We're not done yet, I promise," he pulls me upstairs into the office.

I kneel before him to worship his dick some more while he rubs and flicks and pinches my clit. I'm almost blind from my euphoria. I can feel hot liquid cascading down my legs and pooling just past my ankles inside the boots. In the far recess of my mind, I'm thinking: Shit, I just ruined these bitches...but somehow I don't fucking care. I feel a finger tentatively probing my third eye and I hold my breath as the sweet sensation of being violated hits me. I slam my mouth down hard over his entire length suffocating in the fold of his leg and thigh. His hand holds me there as I gag and convulse against him.

"No, baby, no! Not yet!" In one motion he has pulled me up and on top of him. I'm riding him and trying to catch some semblance of breath. "Breathe, baby, I don't want you passing out, breathe." He slows the stroke down but the intensity of my clit rubbing against his shaft has caught what was left of my breath and I'm cumming harder than I've cum in a looooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggggg time.

His hands clasp my ass and I sink my teeth into his shoulder with an animal strength I didn't know I had. I taste blood but can't stop myself because he's screaming and cumming, and I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. I nearly black out with his final shudder but he yanks my head up and screams, "BREATHE NOW!!" It's as if I had forgotten, in racking, raspy billows I find my breath again. The two of us sputtering and shaking until normalcy reclaimed us.

He drew small circles on my back while I kissed and inspected his badly bruised and bitten shoulder. After a few minutes like this I sat up, looked down and sadly proclaimed, "Damn, baby, I've got cum all over my boots!"

"I love you too, honey."