Charlee rushed home from work. It was later than she wanted, and the tardiness wasn’t leaving much time to get ready before her man came over. He was a fifty-ish guy she’d met at a bar recently, and he’d definitely captured her attention — there was a lot of positive sexual tension between the two of them.

She jumped in the shower to freshen up. The warm water felt good on her skin, reminding her of the heat her man gave off whenever he was close. When his arms were around her, her whole body felt it.

Once her shower was done, she raced to her closet to put something on. No sense in getting fully dressed, she thought. I’m hoping he takes me upstairs quickly.

She did want to surprise him, though. She’d seen an ad for a piece of jewelry on a porn site and decided it would drive him wild — a pair of nipple rings for non-pierced nipples. It was the reason she was late; she’d driven all around town to track them down. He better fucking get off on this, she thought, or I’ll cut his balls. She laughed.

She opened the package and read the instructions, pinched her nipple, slid the ring on, and tightened it. The pinching sensation was erotic, and the now mounted piece of jewelry looked really hot on her. She did the same to the other nipple and admired herself in the mirror. It was turning her on, and for a second, she considered masturbating right there to enjoy her new accessory alone.

She cupped one breast and pushed it up toward her mouth, bending her head forward, tongue just long enough to reach the tip of her nipple. The wet touch of her tongue sent a tingle to her clit. She flicked both nipples a bit and felt her pussy warming, imagining how her man’s mouth would feel on the newly adorned nipples. Enough of that, she thought. Let’s get to business.

She went to her lingerie drawer and pulled on a purple satin negligee, loving the slippery smoothness of the fabric against her skin. She was thankful her man had a thing for high-end lingerie — her collection was constantly growing because of it. Once it was on, she noticed her nipples were erect and pointing out more than usual. This’ll totally get him to come in two strokes, she thought.

She rushed downstairs toward the door. She could hear his footsteps approaching, and like a Pavlovian response, her clit began to throb. She opened the door before he could knock, skipped the greeting entirely, grabbed him, and forced her tongue into his mouth, gripping his ass as their tongues thrashed together. Blood rushed to his cock; she could feel it hardening against her abdomen.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him in, slamming the door behind him. “You have no idea what I went through to find something to please you, so you better make me feel good, or I’ll chop your balls.” She laughed. Something clicked in her head — what she really wanted tonight was to be in full control. She dragged him upstairs. She was in full control.

She pushed him onto the bed, startling him, then took off his belt, unzipped his pants, and ripped off his shirt. He was breathing hard, obviously turned on — his nipples were hard, his cock bulging.

She leaned down to kiss his chest and take his pectoral muscle in her mouth, licking and sucking the small erect bud at once. She thought to herself that maybe she’d like licking another woman’s breasts too. With that thought, she closed her mouth and grasped the nipple lightly between her teeth, pulling away until it slipped free. “Ahhh,” he let out — but she wasn’t worried. He liked it. His precum was a telltale sign.

She got off him and pulled off his pants, then climbed back on top, this time with her ass facing him. He lifted the bit of lingerie covering her tight ass, grabbed her ass firmly with both hands, and buried his face in it, licking, sucking, and gently biting her cheeks all at once. She began to rock on top of him, moaning in pleasure.

She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, her pink anus right in front of his mouth. He slid his tongue over it, and she could feel the hot, wet muscle massaging her hole — it tickled at first, quickly replaced by pleasure. Her breathing quickened, her pussy soaking. She let go of her ass and pinched her own clit with one hand to calm the throbbing — she didn’t want to come just yet. After all, she was in control.

She turned around and straddled his abdomen. He grabbed her waist as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy against him. With each motion, her clit got squeezed and rubbed, sending electric waves to her nipples, already at maximum sensitivity. The waves combined with the gentle rub of the satin fabric felt amazing, generating repeated waves of ecstatic pleasure. She was on the precipice and needed to regain control.

He looked at her and said, “Your nipples are sticking out more than usual. How come?”

She looked at him with a devilish smile and took off her negligee, revealing the rings around her nipples. “Surprise,” she said. “They’re so sensitive right now. Make them scream.”

He grabbed each breast in his hands, and she could feel the heat of his palms against her soft skin. He squeezed and fondled them gently; she moaned with pleasure. He brought his mouth slowly closer to her nipples, the anticipation making her even wetter, until he finally took one in — she could feel his warm breath first, then his tongue flicking the tip, making her tremble, the sensation almost too intense. He sucked and massaged one nipple, then moved to the other, alternating between the two for several rounds.

Her clit was now begging to be satisfied. She climbed up toward his head and pressed her soaking mound against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took her in, shoving his tongue inside her, and she pushed down, willing him to find her G-spot and work it. He pulled his head back a bit and stretched her lips apart, revealing her glistening pink folds, then stretched them further so he could see her clit fully erect, peeking out from its hood. He flicked it with his tongue, and she began to tremble. She was soaking wet, his saliva mixing with her own wetness until it covered his face; she could feel her ass completely drenched. She loved being wet and making a mess of him.

He took her clit into his mouth. She grabbed his head between her legs and began to thrust as he sucked on her clit.  She imagined her hard bud a throbbing cock, getting blown by him. I bet he could give good head, she thought.  She could feel her orgasm build — an intense tingling at the tip of her clit, matched by an equally intense tingling in her nipples. She let out a moan and convulsed with each contraction of her vaginal muscles, gasping for a deep breath. Without pausing to come down from the high, she stood up and got off the bed.

She stood at the side of the bed, her man lying there, his erect cock pointed toward her. “Now what am I going to do with you?” she said. With that, she pushed him and lay down at the side of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. She reached over to her nightstand, opened the top drawer, and took out her vibrator. “Fuck me on the side of the bed,” she commanded.

He positioned himself between her legs, lifting her ankles onto his shoulders, and stared at her hot, wet, smooth pussy — the pink folds, the inviting hole. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip against her still-swollen clit; it was intense, but she liked it. He slid it back and forth a few times, coating it in her wetness, and she put one hand on his cock, feeling it slide between her palm and her clit.

She gently guided his glistening cock toward her hole. He slipped the tip in, only partially, then began working it in and out. “Fuck,” she let out in a half-frustrated scream. “Put it in deep!” she ordered. He slid the full head of his cock in and held still. She could feel her muscles contract around the throbbing head and tried to thrust forward to take him completely, but he resisted, pulling out again, teasing her. This time, she grabbed his cock hard and shoved him into her pussy, thrusting her hips forward to take him as deep as she could, his tip butting against her cervix. She squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could around his shaft, and he could feel the walls of her vagina contracting. It felt so good. He didn’t want to move — he wanted the feeling to last forever.

She slid a finger inside herself, between the walls of her pussy and his cock. He began to thrust, slow and deep, and she could feel him sliding in and out against her finger. She pulled it out, satisfied now that his cock alone was doing exactly what it was meant to.

She reached back for her vibrator, turned it on, and placed it against her clit, starting on a low setting — it was intense after that first orgasm. As she adjusted to the stimulation and started to feel an orgasm building again, she cranked her vibrator up to the max. He could feel the vibrations through her pussy and onto his cock, an intense sensation, like the inside of her was humming all around him.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He gave in, and his cock began to pump. With each contraction at the base of his shaft, he felt his cum travel the length of his cock and shoot out the tip, making her even wetter. Feeling his contractions against her walls, she started into another orgasm, throwing the vibrator aside — the intensity on her clit finally too much. She convulsed as he came inside her, and when his cock slid out, a gush of cum and slick fluid oozed from her pussy, leaving her ass completely drenched in the hot, slippery mess of cum and her own juices.

Without taking a breath, she got on all fours, ass facing him. “Lick my ass clean,” she ordered. He set to work, sucking up the mess, leaving her ass not just wet but now slicked with his saliva too. Not letting him finish, she rose to her knees on the bed, now level with him, reached over, hugged him, and kissed him passionately, tasting the mixture on his mouth.

She pulled away and said in a soft, comforting voice, “Come to bed beside me, please. I want you to hold me. I want your warmth to surround me.”

He snuggled in, and they gave way to their tired bodies.  Their breaths finally coming down, their aflame nerve endings beginning to diminish, their consciousness beginning to fall back down from the high of the intensity of their orgasms. Their bodies tightly fitting into one another, they began to drift into the pleasure of each other’s company.