I’m learning your fantasies, all of them. Sometimes, I know them before you do. I can see the naughty things that turn you on, the things that make you literally drip with desire. I want to fulfill those fantasies, each and every single one. Tonight, I’m going to give you one of the experiences you want. You only acknowledge it when I pull it out of you, when I get you worked up enough to tap into your deepest desires. But I know how wet it makes you. So, tonight, I’m going to watch you.

I’ve invited you over to relax for the evening, a quiet dinner, and a movie. At least, that’s what I’ve told you. You already know that I have so much more in mind, I’ve been teasing and flirting with you all day. To be blunt, I want you horny and dripping, almost desperate to be fucked. I’ve had to stay busy during the day to keep myself from getting too worked up. The anticipation of what’s going to happen tonight is driving me nearly insane.

Finally, my wait is over. You knock on the door and I answer it.

“Hi,” I say calmly. The smile on my lips and the naughtiness in my eyes let you know I’m anything but calm right now.

“Hey,” you say back. Your face is flushed and you’ve got the same naughty look in your eye. This is going to be an amazing night.

You’re dressed casually in tight jeans that show off your fantastic ass and a loose fitting blouse, your hair is wavy and almost unruly, and there’s a sparkle in your eyes. Without even trying, you look absolutely stunning. It takes a lot of self-control to keep from ripping your clothes off right then and there.

Instead, I close the door, pin you to it, and I kiss you deeply. The kiss betrays my excitement and desire as our tongues dance together. My body responds as I pull you into me, my hardness grinding against you. That’s all the encouragement you need. I’ve been toying with you all day, giving you a taste of the pleasures waiting tonight. It’s your turn to toy with me.

Your hands quickly find the button of my jeans. You undo and unzip them. Your hand wraps around my hardened dick. You break away from the kiss and give me a mischievous look before kneeling down in front of me. Before I can do anything about the sudden turn of events, your lips are on me and you’re inhaling my cock. You’re still between me and the door, but I’m the one that’s trapped. Any willpower I have left abandons me as my hardness reaches the back of your throat.

You milk me insistently, almost desperate for my cum. Your hands reach behind me to take hold of my ass and you pull me into you as you swallow my now raging dick. You slowly pull your head back, letting me slide out of your mouth as you suck with abandon. Once you reach the engorged head of my cock, you inhale me again, straight back to your throat. I won’t last long at this rate, I’ve been worked up all day myself. But I don’t need to last for tonight’s fantasy.

I let myself go. I’m totally consumed by the intense pleasure you’re giving me. Far too soon, I can feel my release building. Instinctively, I grab your hair with my hand, a clear sign of what’s coming. You swallow me whole one more time and it’s the final straw. I cum, hard, straight into your waiting throat. You milk me for it all, every last drop.

My spent dick slips out of your mouth with a pop. You look utterly satisfied and it strikes me that you can be so pleased with pleasuring me. But don’t worry. Your turn is coming soon.

“Ready for some food?” I ask. Then, with a smirk, I quickly follow it up, “some real food that is.”

“Of course,” you respond with a giggle. “I want whatever you have,” you say as you glance down to my still exposed cock.

I can feel myself twitch and decide it’s best to move things along before I get distracted again. I pull my pants up and straighten myself before leading you to the kitchen. We eat as we catch up on the last few days. The conversation is light, filled with jokes, flirting, smiles, and eye gazing. But underneath all of that, there's lust. We both know that a night of passion is why we're here.

You excuse yourself and head to the restroom as I put away the dishes. I'm nervous about tonight and completely aroused again by your presence. I need to keep my hands busy to keep them off of you.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch," I call out as I hear you leave the bathroom.

Once I'm sure you're not coming back to the kitchen, I reach for the phone. I clear my throat and dial the number I've been waiting to call. A part of me wants to call this off, enjoy you for myself. But no, this is your fantasy. Either way, the person I've called answers the phone and it's too late to back out.

"Hello," the person on the other end says.

I briefly wonder if they're as nervous as I am before simply replying, "We're ready."

"I'll be there in 10," the person says.

With that done, I join you in the living room. I've only got a few minutes to make sure you're ready. There's no time to waste. I stand in front of you rather than sitting with you. My face is filled with lust and intensity. I've got your complete attention.

"Unbutton your blouse," I tell you. This isn't a request.

You smile at me as your hands reach for the first button.

"What do you want?" I ask.

The first button comes undone as you reply, "You."

"What do you want, not who," I say as the next button joins the first.

“For you to fuck me,” you say as you undo another button.

“I’m going to, but not yet,” I warn you as the last button comes loose, letting your blouse hang freely and open. “Stand up,” again, not a request.

You stand, just out of my reach. I close the gap and look hard in your eyes. You blush when you recognize the intensity on my face. My fingers reach for your jeans, repeating what you did to me earlier, but only partly. I unsnap them, then pull my hands away. I take you in. Your eyes show your need. Your rapidly rising chest shows your building desire. The slight dampness at the crotch of your jeans shows your arousal. Your blushing face shows that you’ll do whatever I say next. I have you.

“So beautiful,” I say before leaning in for another kiss.

This one is tender and slow, just our lips vying for sensual dominance. But we already know who’s won that right for the night.

“Will you please me tonight?” I ask after reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“Yes,” you respond, your eyes still half closed.

“Will you let me please you tonight?” I ask, my voice is slightly shaky.

“Oh, yes,” you reply, focused only on me.

Our eyes lock and I wonder if you have any idea of what’s about to happen. I don’t get to ponder the thought long. A knock at the door interrupts me as I stare into your eyes. I step away to answer the door but turn to look at you again to judge your willingness. I see passion and lust and desire, maybe a little confusion. But there’s no fear. That’s enough.

“Let me do this for you,” I say before turning back to the door.

I open the door and invite the person in. You recognize him as he enters the room.

“Do you remember Eric? He’s going to help me tonight. I’ve already told him exactly what to do,” I say to you.

You begin to realize what’s going on and your eyes widen. “I don’t know if I…” you begin to say before I interrupt you.

“Yes you can,” I interject, “let me do this.” It’s somewhere between a command and a question. “You want me to watch you. I want to watch you.”

Your face goes red, your breath catches for a moment, your eyes show the conflict waging inside of you. Give in to the night or back out now? I step to you before you can decide. I take you in my arms and kiss you. This kiss is all desire, passion, and lust.

I pull away from the kiss and look you dead in the eye. “Be my slut tonight,” I whisper, “let me do this for you.”

Your eyes close for a moment as you lick your lips. When they open, you return my gaze and say simply, “Yes.”

You reach for me, your hands going behind my head to pull me to you again. You kiss me this time, returning all of my passion in kind. As the kiss breaks, I reluctantly pull away and move to a chair where I can watch the show unfold. Once I’m seated, I look to Eric and nod. It’s such a simple gesture, yet, it means that tonight will be the night we fulfill one of your deepest fantasies.

Eric slowly moves towards you.

He’s unsure of himself and nervous about the situation. We all are, but my mind is made up, your mind is willing, and your body is ready.

“Kiss her,” I say to break the silence of the moment.

He looks to me. Then to you. He tentatively leans into you. You both pause for a moment. Then your lips meet. The kiss is slow. His hands come to rest on your shoulders. As the kiss deepens, he slides your unbuttoned blouse off of you. I can see it all.

His lips begin to move to your neck while his hands lower the zipper to your jeans. He lowers your jeans as much as he can while still kissing your neck. His hands move to your ass and begin to slowly and deliberately massage each cheek.

I’m openly staring, completely enthralled by your sensuality. Your eyes open and catch me in the act. Your eyes lock onto mine and a deep breath you didn’t even realize you were holding escapes your lips. I’m watching you. And it’s making my cock hard as steel.

Eric pulls himself from your neck and spins you around while stepping behind you. He’s placed you between him and me. He quickly undoes your bra and you let it fall, exposing you to me before he sees you. He leans down and slides your jeans the rest of the way down your legs. You lift each leg and let him remove them completely.

You’re standing before me, with him behind you, in nothing but your panties. Your juices are running down your leg. You’re biting your lower lip. Your eyes are heavy and sultry. You can see my dick straining against my own jeans, but I’m doing nothing for myself. Not yet.

Eric embraces you from behind. His hands explore your breasts as he returns his lips to your neck. One of his hands begins to slide down your stomach, slowly and deliberately reaching for the top of your panties. His fingers begins sliding underneath the last barrier to your soaking pussy. Your eyes screw shut and your mouth opens wide as his fingers enter you. A moan escapes your lips as he brushes against your clit. I barely stifle my own groan. I want that to be me doing these things to you, not him. But I’ll get my own chance soon enough.

I’ve instructed Eric well. He’s going slowly, tenderly and methodically. I’ve told him that’s what you want and all the little spots that make you melt. I know you want to be fucked. You want it hard and rough, to be taken. But that’s my job. His job is to fulfill your fantasy.

You open your eyes to catch me staring at you once more. In truth, my eyes never left you. They couldn’t even if I wanted them to. No longer content to be passive in this experience, your hand reaches behind you and wedges itself between your ass and his crotch. I can’t see what you’re doing, but I know exactly what’s going on. You’re rubbing his dick through his jeans while you stare at me and he fingers your dripping pussy.

Suddenly, you turn in his arms. You pull him to you for another kiss as your hands free his cock. In the process, you’ve turned both of you so that I’m watching from the side. You want me to see this. You lower yourself to your knees before him. You pull his jeans down to his ankles. One hand reaches for his balls and the other encircles his hardness. You begin to slowly stroke him and play with his heavy balls. His head falls back as he enjoys your attention and the pleasure you’re giving him.

You lean into him and slowly lick the head of his penis, his body shudders at the contact, before sliding the first few inches of him into your mouth. I watch you as engulf his cock. I see you take him all the way to your throat, but you never let him enter it. That’s for me. I receive your message loud and clear and want nothing more than for that to be my dick nestled against the back of your throat. It will be soon enough.

Your head bobs back and forth on his dick. The sound of a sloppy blowjob grows louder as the spit builds in your mouth. You’re still toying with his tight balls. I know he’s in heaven. Apparently, too much heaven.

Without warning, he leans down and grips you by your arms. He pulls you up to him and guides you to the couch. He gently sits you down and leans you back until you’re half laying and half sitting with your legs spread. Your panties are so completely soaked.

I’m not the only one who notices. He takes hold of them and pulls them away, exposing your pussy to both of us. He leans down to you and inhales sharply, catching a large whiff of your scent. He drops to his knees, reaches for your hips, and pulls you to his tongue.

You cry out as he begins to explore your inner folds. Your hands fly out and grip the back of his head, pulling him even further into your crotch. You stare at me with eyes wide open as I watch you getting eaten. My cock feels like it’s about to explode.

He takes his time lapping away at you. Your body is writhing at his touch. Your breath is becoming louder. But your moans are kept to a minimum. I love it when you’re loud, when you’re begging me to fuck you, or telling me exactly what you want to do to me. You know this all too well. Staying silent is another message just for me.

But not for long. A single moan escapes your lips as you feel your orgasm building. He takes this as a sign to increase his tonguing of your pussy. That drives another moan. Then another. Your body goes stiff and your eyes screw shut. You cry out as you cum on his tongue, your hands clutching at the couch cushion, your hips shoving your crotch into his face.

Once your body stills, Eric stand before you. He removes first his shirt, then his shoes and socks, and finally his jeans. Standing before you completely naked, he’s ready for more. So are you. You scoot yourself back onto the couch, lying flat on your back, your legs open and ready. You want his dick. You want me to watch you take his dick.

He climbs on top of you and takes hold of his own cock. He lines it up with your flooded pussy as you turn your head to stare at me. I watch the pleasure on your face as his dick slides into you, one long and slow stroke, until he’s buried inside of you.

He holds himself above you and slowly withdraws from your pussy. Just as slowly, he enters you again, all the way inside of you. You so badly want more, but you’re letting him control the pace, saving the rest of what you want for me.

In and out he continues, never altering the pace that is driving you nearly insane. You wrap your legs around his waist to increase the pressure his dick applies to the walls of your pussy as he strokes into you. Your hands move to his chest, hoping the increased contact will spur him on. It does, but only slightly. His movements pick up in intensity, but not speed. He continues to slowly thrust into you. You continue to watch me watching you.

As you stare at me, I mouth the words to you, “I want you to cum.”

You understand me and move your own finger to your clit. You work yourself as he slides his cock in and out of you. Your mouth is wide open, the lust consuming you.

“Cum,” I mouth to you again.

Your body stiffens under him once more. You claw into his back and tighten your legs around his waist. Your eyes force themselves shut. Then it happens. You convulse around his dick. He buries himself into you one more time to force your orgasm. You cum, hard, much harder than you could imagine. The eroticism of taking another man’s cock while I watch you is overwhelming. Your orgasm is long and slow. Your pussy pulses over and over until you finally begin to calm down.

“I’m so close,” Eric warns you.

“Cum on me,” you tell him. You only want one man’s cum in you tonight.

He pulls his dick out of your pussy. He takes his own dick in his hand and begins to jerk himself off as his eyes glance between your pussy and tits. You reach down with one hand and cup the head of his purple cock while your other reaches for his balls. You work the mushroom head and his balls over while he strokes himself. He throws his head back one last time and, with a grunt, cums into your hand.

Ropey strings of cum spray out from your palm. Most of it ends up on your stomach as he completely drains himself onto you. My dick has never been this hard before. I need to fuck you. Now.

Unsure of what to do, he picks himself off the couch and gathers his clothes.

“What now?” he asks.

“Now, I’m going fuck the shit out of her,” I respond bluntly.

He gets the clue that his work is done and quickly dresses. He awkwardly says goodbye and lets himself out. Finally, it’s my turn.