"On or off?" she asked, slurring her words.
How she had been able to keep that glass in her hand without spilling any of its contents was a mystery. With the lack of his response to her question she had decided to pull down her panties and suggestively open her legs. He heard her words but his brain couldn’t process them. All he could focus on where her smooth lips, gliding back and forth against the leather of the chair. A trail of her juices had formed and the more she slid over that chair the more there seemed to be.
All they had planned was one drink while getting ready. One glass had turned into two and two into a bottle and a half. Before they knew it they were running late and their pick up had come and gone. Now she was sitting in front of him teasing him with her oozing pussy. He could tell she was getting more turned on by the way her inhibitions began to fall away and the words coming out of her mouth became more creatively dirty. Wine had that effect on her, giving her roaming fingers and a filthy tongue.
He stood there, glass in hand, watching her make a mess of his favorite chair. His mouth was half open and she could see his erection straining against his pants. He seemed to be hypnotized and unable to move. Clearly he had to be nudged along. Usually she didn’t mind him watching but right now she needed him to participate. And she knew just what to say.
"Put down the glass and come over to lick my wet pussy," she said looking at him as she slipped a finger between her soaked lips.
Smash. The glass left his hand and crashed to the floor. He didn’t even realize what had happened. He couldn’t take his eyes off her disappearing finger. Within a couple of seconds he was kneeling between her legs on some broken pieces of glass, sucking the juices off her finger. He could smell her. Oh, that scent that was so distinctively her. She looked at him mischievously with her alcohol infused smile and opened her lips for him. That time he definitely got the hint.
With one slow, long lick he moved his tongue over the surface of the couch lapping up the fluid she had left like a trail to her needy pussy. This wasn’t a time to be sensitive and to tease. He dove his tongue straight into her, wanting to drink as much of her as he could. She snapped her head over the back of the couch and let out a long moan. Grabbing his head in both hands she pushed him firmer between her legs. She wanted to cum hard and she wanted to cum fast. No more time wasting.
The sharp bits of glass cut through his pants and into his skin but he couldn’t feel it. Or at least he didn’t pay attention to it. He pulled his tongue out and looked at her. Half his face was covered in her juices. He wiped some from his lips with his fingers and reaching up pushed them into her open mouth. It drove her wild when he did that to her. And him even more. As she hungry circled his fingers with her tongue, sucked on them and gave him a preview of what would happen to him later, he pushed two fingers from his other hand into her desperate pussy. That made her bite his fingers and him push harder into her. So, that’s how you like it.
"Make me cum now," she pleaded.
Her words were like a red flag to a bull. He returned his face between her legs and with her lips still parted began to lick her swollen clit. Her fingers dug harder into his hair as she pushed her hips forward into him. This horny woman needed to cum so badly. His tongue pressed firmly onto her clit just the way she liked it when she was close to cumming. Hard and fast and without stopping. Whatever you do, just don’t fucking stop right now, she thought. And he didn’t. She wouldn’t take long anyway. She wriggled all over the chair but his tongue kept going. The more she pulled at his head, the firmer his tongue became. Until she let out a moan for the entire neighborhood to hear and came all over his face. Yelling, cursing, pulling at his quickly disappearing hair. Finally she let go of him and collapsed back into the chair, making him drop to the floor in exhaustion.
"Now come over here and take care of your man," he instructed after a couple of minutes, taking the shaft in his hand and pointing his precum oozing cock in her direction. Fuck, I need to get you drunk more often, he thought as he watched her lick her lips and crawl over to him.
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(Source: an-erotic-gentleman, via salacious-musings)