Margo and I have always enjoyed exploring. New experiences, new places, and new ways to please each other. The latter is always on my mind. Often it is all I can think about.
We love brainstorming different ways to push each other’s sexual and emotional boundaries. Some things that were quite taboo when we first got together are now common for us. One of these is that I’ve always wanted to watch her fuck herself with the cute little vibrator I got her when our last one died. It fits perfectly between her lips, and it is so erotic watching her work it.
While on my last work trip, she sent me a video of her playing with the caption, “Thinking of you!” during a meeting. If this was a record, I would have worn it out quickly. I just put it on repeat. So erotic watching her cum while I’m at work. It feels so naughty. And in this case, it made the meeting much more enjoyable.
This sparked something deep inside me. I want to be used in the same way. Watching how she positioned her toy against her while hearing her moans and heavy breathing in the background made me twitch hard. I instantly put this idea on our joint bucket list and dropped a few hints while away on this work trip.
She didn’t lead on that she was picking up on the hints which kind of surprised me a little bit. She is one of the most brilliant women that I’ve ever met and it is always odd for her to not pick up what I’m putting down.
The whole flight back home, all I could think about was Margot using me for her pleasure. While at 30,000 ft and my mind firmly focused on this new concept, I could begin to feel my cock swell and press against the lap belt. The thought that I could be pressed against her hard clit the same way that night drove my desire. The lap belt was intensely uncomfortable yet quite pleasurable at the same time. The pressure building up inside my cock and the feeling of the restriction made me cinch the belt down just a little bit more. Safety first… of course.
I ubered home and walked in the door not knowing what to expect. Margo greeted me in a black silk robe and with a glass of Malbec in each hand. Her hair was light brown like those beautiful eyes of hers. She had it pulled back a bit exposing her neck which is just how I like it. Her curvy 5-foot-1-inch frame showed nicely through the robe highlighted by the deep V of her DDD chest.
“Welcome home, my love,” she said with a devilish smirk and then moved in for a kiss. Her perfume was intoxicating as it always is for me. And just like Pavlov’s Dog at the sound of a bell, I could feel myself getting hard at her scent. The moment our lips touched, I felt my heart begin pounding harder which was also felt in my tight jeans due to the pulsing of blood rushing through my cock.
I tasted the red wine on her tongue as it swirled gently with mine. But there was something else. A sweet flavor that I recognized immediately. Margo had been playing right before and used her clear sweetness as lipstick knowing that I would taste it on her. I went back with renewed vigor and sucked every bit of it off of her as I took her bottom lip in my mouth. She smiled again knowing that her plan to have me going insane for her had worked.
Margo ran her right hand up my inner thigh and traced the outline of my hardness. She could feel me pulsing and said, “That’s my good boy. I need you to stay this way for what I have planned.” My eyes went in and out of focus when I heard those words come out of her mouth. Had Margo picked up on the fact I wanted her to use me? She was so direct and confident. There’s nothing sexier than when she goes on a mission to get what she wants.
Margo guided me over to our L-shaped sofa in the living room where the fire had been going for a bit. The lights were turned low and the gentle glow coming from the fireplace was very sensual yet erotic. She positioned me in the corner of the sofa where the two sides met and told me to strip. I obliged as quickly as I could. She sat me down and stepped backward one pace and then dropped her robe very slowly, exposing that amazing chest of hers first. She was wearing my favorite black and green set. Her bra cupped her chest beautifully and the emerald green outline drew my eyes to the intricate lacework that held her. Her bra was filled up perfectly with a small pillow being raised up at the edge of the lace as if the bra couldn’t adequately contain her.
As her robe slipped down her body I looked up casually to her eyes which were firmly glued to mine. Margo knew how much I was enjoying this short strip tease and loved that she was far enough away that I couldn’t touch her. She dropped the robe to the floor exposing the matching garter belt to my favorite bra that she was wearing. The garter belt framed her beautiful hips perfectly and the site of the garters running down to her black thigh highs with lace trim sent me reeling.
But she had forgotten one thing: the matching panties. This exposed Margo’s stunningly beautiful and freshly waxed pussy. Truly a work of art. Neat, tidy, and smooth. And she knows how to use it.
Margo stepped in between my knees and looked down at my shaft that by now was covered in shiny precum. She raised her right foot up and over my right leg and used the middle finger of her right hand to trace her inner thigh from the garter belt down to the top of the lease thigh high and then back up. She observed my eyes tracking her finger. She then got to her clit that by now must have been throbbing. Her beautiful lips concealed her clit nicely and all you could see was the line made by her lips coming together. She took her middle finger and slid it between those beautiful lips and then back out, exposing her finger which was drenched with her wetness.
She moved closer and put her left hand on my shoulder, then whispered in my ear to open my mouth. She slid it in against my tongue and I sucked that finger clean with the same intensity that she had while going down on me. She whispered again, “You are my toy tonight. And my toy isn’t allowed to cum until I’ve satisfied myself.”
This was it. What I have been burning for all week. What I needed.
I twitched and felt more precum roll down my stiff shaft. Margo straddled my hips with a knee on each side of my thighs. I could feel her hot, wet pussy just an inch from my cock. Closer and closer she got but still not touching me. She put both of her hands on my shoulders and then I could feel it. That smooth pussy gently grazing the underside of my shaft. Ever so gentle were her rhythms that I got lost in the feeling. She focused her hard clit on my frenulum just a bit to get me harder – as if that was even possible at this point. But knowing what she was stroking me with somehow made me do what she wanted.
Margo pressed a bit more and soon I felt my shaft cradled by those beautiful pussy lips with my head resting on her clit. With a few swirls of her hips, my entire shaft was drenched in her. She could finally get to work on what she wanted now that I was adequately lubed. She ran her clit up and down my shaft and at the apex of her strokes, I could feel her clit run up the underside of my head and then press firmly against it once passing that ridge of my head that she loves so much. This was driving me wild. Her clit rubbing the underside of my head was so erotic. I felt like I was going to explode. Margo kept this rhythm up until I could feel her getting close to cumming. The whole time our eyes never left each other. Gazing deeply into each other’s soul. Our foreheads met and she cradled my face with her hands. Still, the rhythm was getting more and more aggressive. The feeling of her hips beginning to buck uncontrollably with my shaft firmly between her lips and her clit pressing hard against my head made me wonder if I could hold out long enough.
I couldn’t help but grab that beautiful chest of hers to help keep her in position. And then it happened. She let out a primal moan and with one swift movement, she slid her hips up and buried my whole cock deep inside her. She leaned back to take me all in and I could feel the walls of her pussy clenching and releasing repeatedly as she came. I felt like I was holding on for dear life because I had not been given permission to cum yet.
She then positioned herself so that my cock hit her g-spot just how she wanted it. She took her hands and put them on my knees for support, then kept moving those hips so that the head of my shaft was firmly pressing against her g-spot with each stroke. I didn’t dare move my hips and I just let her take me how she wanted. She knew what makes her cum.
Her eyes firmly locked onto mine again and I could feel the intensity building up. I took my hands and lifted her breasts out of her bra and pinched each erect nipple gently rolling them between my fingertips. Margo’s facial expression changed to an almost euphoric state, and then she gently whimpered, “Cum in me, now.” Her head rolled backwards and her elbows became weak as I felt her pulse and tighten once again around my shaft. Watching her nearly collapse in ecstasy pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hips and drove so deep I thought I hit bottom when she was pulsing hard.
Margo threw her arms around me and placed her forehead on my chest. Her breathing was deep and needed. She let out a little laugh between breaths as she always does when she cums hard, her still-exposed chest rising and falling against me as she took these deep breaths. She raised herself off my still hard shaft and a gush of our mixed cum covered my shaft and ran down onto my balls. It was warm and glorious. The sight of our mess in the glow of the fireplace looked like pearlescent lava which was almost poetic.
Margo dropped to her knees and licked me clean of both of us with with the same intensity as a kid does a melting ice cream cone. It seemed she just could not get enough. She crawled up my body and gave me a deep kiss. I could taste us on her lips and tongue. A gourmet mixture of passion and eroticism.
Margo again put her forehead to mine, closed her eyes, and said, “I will never get tired of this new toy.”
With that said, I was ready for round two.
