The Taste Of Him…

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It is difficult having pillow talk when your lover is “virtual”…. but we do. On one particular evening a conversation developed based around her fantasy of seeing me with another man. She would be present… watching… masturbating. It was a wonderful intoxicating conversation… with both of us highly aroused. I suggested that it might be exciting for her to select one of her followers from her instagram account to be the “chosen one”.

I was a little apprehensive at first, but I was intensely aroused at the thought. Especially if they were to know that they would be part of the story I have written here. It wasn’t easy… my muse has many suitors! In the end the story wasn’t based around any specific individual… but there were one or two who intrigued us both, and I am sure our adventures will involve them at some point…

Please enjoy

I was a little apprehensive at first, but I was intensely aroused at the thought. Especially if they were to know that they would be part of the story I have written here. It wasn’t easy… my muse has many suitors! In the end the story wasn’t based around any specific individual… but there were one or two who intrigued us both, and I am sure our adventures will involve them at some point…

Please enjoy

I sat at the foot of the chaise longue, dressed in torn Levi’s and a loose white silk shirt, barefoot. You sat in a chair to one side… outside the cameras view, watching everything. He stood behind the camera, set on a tripod, capturing my every movement… the artist at work.

I was anxious, not accustomed to modelling. I knew what you wanted… what you had fantasised. He was an experienced artist and reassured me as I posed… posed and undressed beneath the all seeing eye of his lens. Strong sunlight flooded through the windows, casting long shadows…

I looked towards you… dressed in that beautiful button through dress which flattered your figure so perfectly. Our eyes met. I saw that unmistakable fire… intense desire. Insatiable lust that I craved…

I began to slowly unfasten the heavy leather belt of my denims… my fingers trembling at what I was doing. The belt released, I unbuttoned the jeans. The camera stealing every moment… that tantalising glimpse of the black lace you insisted that I wear… the artist’s eyes are transfixed on what I reveal…

He moves towards me and reaches for the leather belt, moving it slightly aside… it is impossible for me to conceal my arousal… he sees and is silent. Slowly he returns behind the lens. I proceed. I stand before my audience and teasingly start to slide my jeans down, the shirt only partly concealing…

My hardness clearly visible through the lace… I am aware of you shifting in your seat. My mouth is dry. This is new to me, but intoxicating. I know I am being provocative… and it excites me. I know it excites you… and I know he must feel the same, because you had told me that he would…

I sit back down and unfasten the shirt… every button reveals more flesh. The final button undone, the material falls away… the contrast of flesh with the smooth white silk and the delicate lace… the rough denim… the obvious masculinity and yet the gossamer like femininity of the lingerie… the taboo

He moved… I watched. His dark features…  his dark thoughts… This time he stood before me. I looked up into his eyes… for the first time. There was a sensitivity… but a hunger… I could see what had charmed you. His dark unkempt hair… unshaven. His coolness. This artisan. I turn my head to you. Your eyes imploring me to do what you had asked… I do…

Still watching you I reach for him… my fingers stroke… where you said I should. I feel the firmness beneath the smooth fabric of his black trousers… the swelling of his manhood. Your eyes watch… taking every movement in… every delicate touch. My other hand finds his zipper… sliding it down… so very slowly…

The impressive bulge in his trousers grows… my hand finds it and holds him firmly through the fabric…. I hear you let out a gasp… I know you have dreamt of watching me do this.  Slowly I stroke him… ever so slowly… ever so firmly…. He groans. I look up at him… he smiles a wicked smile and looks over to you…

You look into his eyes… and begin to reveal for him. Slowly opening your dress… your breasts fall under his gaze… encased in the lace of your bra… I can feel him grow in my hand as he sees… I slide my hand inside the opening and find him… you see my eyes light up… I know you are watching as I discover his concealed rewards…

My other hand releases his belt… his trousers drop a little… I slide inside his underwear and grasp him… his thick meaty cock is in my hand… not yet hard… but swelling… I release him… he swings free in front of me… my eyes devour him… beautiful and heavy… his large balls full… shaved and pristine….

I know you have seen him before… because he told me… he told me you had asked to see him… in those conversations when you planned this… but now you can see him for real… with me. Just as you had fantasised… in front of you… your dark fantasy is unfolding…

I hold his beautiful cock… examining every detail… the thick veins… pulling back the foreskin… that wonderful head, like a ripe plum… swollen and angry… I squeeze the shaft… a silvery bead of precum forms… his arousal is taking over… proud and hard… ready.

I lean closer… and delicately  touch the shaft with my tongue… his maleness fills my nostrils… my tongue runs along his length… so very long… so very thick… so very hard… I feel him tremble as my tongue circles the head. His precum flows freely from him… I taste his bitter sweet juice…

I see you… your dress opened… exposed… his eyes all over you… every sensual curve of your body. He has seen you before… he has told me… as he talked to you… you had shown him… but not like this. Never like this… beyond his wildest dreams. The object of his fantasy before him… her hand inside her panties… pleasuring herself as I knelt before him…

My tongue swirls around the smooth head… gathering up his nectar… feasting on him… coating my lips with his taste. I take him fully in my hungry mouth… I know you are in heaven. Your dark fantasy to watch me pleasure another man before you… as you plunge your fingers deep inside you…

I feel his hands hold my head… guiding me… controlling… fucking me… I hold the base of his cock… his full balls… I take him from my mouth and admire the beautiful manhood… he steps back… his trousers slipped down… I sit on the edge of the chaise longue as he drops down and crouches between my legs…

He drags my jeans down and reveals me to his eyes… my hardness in the beautiful lace… he strokes me through the damp lace… damp from my arousal… his fingers slip inside… taking me into his grasp… slowly milking me… I Iie back… I look down into his eyes as he takes me into his mouth…

I watch you… thighs parted… a vision of pure erotic lust… this is about us… pure freedom… our exploration… our sweetest taboo. You get up from the chair… walk towards us… your own fingers no longer enough… your dress falls to the floor… his eyes feast…

In one smooth movement… you crouch above me… your legs astride my face… he watches you… as you lower yourself… his mouth all the time working magic on me… you press down… your fingers pulling the lace aside… the heat of you… your wetness… I taste you… like a leaf you tremble…

My tongue deep inside you… your hands pull your bra down over your breasts… nipples hard… they sway above me as you grind down on my face… he watches… stroking my aching hardness faster… enchanted by you… my beautiful vixen… this moment I want to last…

You beckon him to you… he comes… his cock sways before him… hard and dripping… you turn to him… and take him in your hand… you have waited long for this… he told me so… because you told him… how you wanted to take him in your mouth… bring him ultimate pleasure… I watch

Your beautiful lips engulf him… smearing your scarlet lipstick along his thick cock… taking him all… as you told him you would… I bring my mouth back to your heavenly place… your thighs gripping me… you gaze up into his eyes… take him from your mouth… and milk him harder in your slender fingers… faster… your mouth wide… your tongue teasing… my fingers probing deeper as I lick…

Your ecstatic moans fill the room… your pussy aching to be filled… but so is your mouth… we are your toys… here to serve you… and we are… I know he is close… you know he is close… your eyes locked on his… his knees are shaking… I feel your pussy twitch… the velvet walls grip my fingers… your nectar flows…

And then he erupts… violently… thick jets of his cream… across your tongue… over your breasts… hot on the skin… fresh from him… your mouth takes him again… your hunger… wild abandon… your pussy lets go… you squirt heavily… drowning me in your femininity…

I lick my way up your body… taking all he has given… your breasts covered in him… I take it all… gathering it for you… he moves away… and you look deep into my eyes… we kiss… we share… we devour each other… and him… the only words spoken come from you to me… “Thank you”.

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