Friday
It was late spring, night had fallen and covered the peaceful, quiescent, streets of a suburban neighborhood in tepid twilight. Inside an average two story home; the door to a spacious bedroom opened and in came an attractive twenty-four-year-old. I was reposing on my bed, resting from work when this happened. I stared at her and she stared back me.
“Finished cleaning?” I asked Maria.
“I just finished.” She sighed tiredly.
This was not some random beauteous woman, or hot housekeeper, but my girlfriend whom I had been living with for the last five years. She was a loving partner and a hardworking, struggling, writer. Although one could barely tell she was the respected author of the daily newspaper articles and an editor for a small publishing company from the attire she currently traipsed in. She was clad in short white pajama shorts, a clingy pink tank top, a pair of black flats and a pink bandana strewn across her head to keep her long brown hair out of the way. In her right hand, she held a dirty dustrag.
“I could sure use a hot shower.” She commented.
“That reminds me...” I suddenly began.
Underneath the queen-sized bed, I picked up a small, rectangular, pink box capped with a matching bow. I ambled over to my girlfriend and handed her the surprise.
“It’s especially for you.” I said.
She didn’t ask what it was and simply took the box and flipped its lid. Inside, her chocolate brown eyes laid sight on a small slender remote control attached to a long cable that lead to a one-inch, smooth, pink vibe.
“It’s remote controlled. How about we try it right now?”
There was a small pause from her. It was natural she was hesitant, after all, she had spent the entire day doing laundry, vacuuming, cooking, washes dishes and a host of other housewife chores.
“Well.... I could use a massage. And I guess I have time before a shower.”
The amenable brunette dramatically threw the dust rag she held and ripped off the bandana on her head.
She shook her head from side to side and her voluminous, shiny, pomegranate scented hair flowed down her shoulders and down to her back. The long bangs of hair framed the pretty face that housed her long eyelashes and her pink lip-glossed lips. Indeed, Maria was no sex prune, but a sexually willing peach. Despite dusting, sweeping and mopping the entire house, she was horny enough to muster up some extra energy to satisfy her womanly urges. I reached into the box she held, scooped up the remote in my right hand and placed the vibe in her mouth. She lubed it up with her spit and expelled it back out.
I took the slimy pink vibe and slithered my hand down her shorts and panties. I found her vaginal entrance and pushed the vibe into her slit with one finger. She let out a small breath of air from the insertion, but remained calm. My hand was pulled back out and I addressed the horny babe in front of me. We started off kissing. Her luscious lips were soft and inviting as always.
It was like a slow sensual dance. Our lips took their time savoring and enjoying the sensation of the other. In the meantime, my hands went to her slim shoulders to gently brush her soft fair skin. I traveled to her hourglass waist and stealthily crept toward her plump rear where I caressed her gorgeous bottom. Gradually our slow saltation grew to a heated passionate battle. We each fought to get more kisses in, to dominate the other.
Neither of us was letting up. Our tongues wildly slithered in and out of each other’s mouth. There was an opening for me once I flicked the switch on the remote I held. A muted buzzing was barely audible, but the vibrator had undoubtedly begun to massage Maria’s vaginal walls. She let out a small gasp on the vibe’s initial start up and was visibly adjusting to the device sending waves of pleasures through her pussy. She brought her curvy, silky, legs together as close as possible to intensify the stimulation by allowing her velvety walls to tightly press up against the vibe.
Holding the sex toy’s remote control, I knew I held the upper hand and proceeded to passionately french kiss the pleasure stricken brunette. She stood motionless with quivering legs, enjoying the kisses falling on her lips and the rapid shuddering deep in between her legs. I eased my kisses across her cheek and along her jawline. Shortly traveling down her neck and collarbone. Her skin was delectable, her warmth soothing and the perfumery scent of her hair arousing. My hands glided up to her shoulders and gently pulled down the thin shoulder straps of her pink top.
She withdrew her arms out of the loops and half of the taut shirt rolled down her chest, exposing her beautiful breasts. They weren’t super sized double D melons, nor were they mosquito bite boobs. They were a perfect match for her petite size figure, cute supple B sized tits with pointy raspberry colored nipples, small acerolas, fair skin and the ability to be easily cupped. I didn’t mind that they weren’t a bit bigger because they were real, adorable and more importantly, all mine. My lips eagerly kissed across her chest, making their way to her right breast, while my left hand playfully fondled her other tit. I arrived at her lovely orb and showered its smooth soft skin in gentle kisses.
I worked at covering every inch of her breast with my lips, and journeyed to her nipple. I stuck out my tongue, traced the circumference of her acerola, and flicked her raspberry teat a few times before sucking in as much tit into my mouth as I could. The suckling was light at first and increased in pressure over time. I glanced up at Maria to see her eyes closed and be positively swept away by the pleasure of having her tits sucked and massaged as the vibe within her pussy continued to induce waves of ecstacy. Thirstily, I suckled on my girls breasts like there was no tomorrow. Only stopping on occasion when suction was lost; I took the opportunity to give her nipple a few licks and then resumed nursing.
Content after another few minutes, I gave her tit a last kiss on its nipple and switched over to her other breast to repeat the same process. Ultimately departing in the same method, I traveled back up her chest and neck to meet her lips once more. In the meantime, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As soon as our kiss ended, she squatted down and pulled down my jeans and underwear. She promptly gripped the shaft of the throbbing dick in front of her and pulled back the foreskin. Her tongue licked the head of my cock clean of pre-cum and gave it a few teasing laps.
“Tasty.” She playfully commented and smacked her lips.
“I hear it’s your favorite.” I replied smiling.
“Then you heard right.”
Her hand skillfully ran up the length of my cock and twisted on the way down. The slow hand strokes induced a pleasurable sensation that ran through my rod and was meted out to the rest of my body. In the middle of jacking me off, Maria glanced up at me.
“So where would you like to cum this time?”
Immediately I began to debate the spot on my girl where I would enjoy relieving myself.
“On my face?” She asked.
“On my pussy?”
“Or in my mouth?”
Her teasing hand strokes increased in speed with every question and the queries were further serving to arouse me. She was in total control of the situation and appeared to be fully adjusted to the sex toy embedded in her pussy.
“How about your tits?” I replied.
“Good choice.” She grinned
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I honestly didn’t think there was any bad place to choose from when I was cumming on the young and sexy brunette, and at the moment, I was particularly enamored with her cute boobs, so the decision was easy to make. She gave my rock hard cock a few last fast tugs and slid it into her warm mouth.