Home, pt. 1

Another story that I'm working on. Perhaps Songbird will help and contribute to the rest of the story. Let's hope so, enjoy.


He waited for her to come home from work. Taking off his clothes, he made himself comfortable on their king sized bed. Looking at his watch, he knew that he had a few minutes to prime his cock by watching porn from his vast collection. I didn't matter what it was, he just needed to get hard and ready. As the watched some fresh young thing getting pounded by two guys, he heard the front door open. She was home earlier that expected. He couldn't wait until she came home, and neither could she. The door closed behind her as she walked towards the sounds of the young video vixen crying out loud, taking a thick cock between her pink lips. She made her way to the bedroom, and with out a word lifted up her skirt, and pulled her panties off. There was a hint of her musk as she flung her panties towards him. He looked at her. Expressionless, pumping his red-hot cock with his precum.
She made her way towards him on the bed, facing him, looking deeply into his eyes, now crawling towards his hand on his cock. All she could think of was how good his cock would feel inside her. How good it would feel to have his cock stretch her wet pussy open, hitting her deep in her pussy. How wet she had become since she hung up the phone after lunch. He told her that he wanted her to ride him, in that long slow way that she does. Her slow grinding of her hips, pressing down every time she rotated her self towards him. How she would slowly lift her self up and down, gliding on him, allowing the head of his cock to rub up against her G-spot. She came close to rubbing one out in the office bathroom, but decided against it, knowing that she would probably make to much noise as she fingered herself. From the time she hung up the phone until she walked in, all she could do was grind her self into her office chair. She could tell how wet she had become, feeling her wet panties on there lips.

Kneeling in front of him, she positioned her self to hover over the head of his cock. It was gleaming with his precum, red and hot. She let her skirt drape over them like a blanket, hiding her hand as she reached beneath her skirt to grab hold of his dick. Gently she took his cock and slid it between her swollen lips, up along her clit, rubbing it slowly, making her self wetter and wetter. She didn't want him insider her until she was ready to cum. His precum kept her clit lubricated. They kept each other’s eyes locked on each other. Her hand began to move faster, making her whimper with pleasure. Her hips rotated slowly, again never allowing his cock to enter her. He lifted his hips up towards her, sliding his shaft past her clit, causing her to gasp and moan.
He started to reach up and unbutton her blouse. Letting it fall off her shoulders, exposing her red satin bra. Sliding his hands under her bar, he cupped both her tits, softly running his fingers over nipples. Her back arched as he squeezed her titis. Her nipples began to harden. She pinched and tugged on them, again making her moan. All these sensations sent a shudder over her whole body. She desperately wanted to lower her self on his cock; it was all she could think of. Her pussy quivered at the thought of how good it would feel to be filled with his red-hot dick. Her hips began to move faster, as he continued to lift his hips up towards her clit and played with her tits. He was playing on her terms and he knew that. She was in control and he loved it. She was the one that need to be fucked like a slut, but still wanted to be treated like a woman. She felt her lips quiver again and moisture began to run down her lips. They both knew that they could not hold out much longer. One of them had to take the next step. Penetrate or be penetrated.