It Was His Idea

The sun poured into the room and Matt, already with a morning hard-on rubbed her shoulder to wake her up. “Hey sleepy girl.”

Gayle stirred from the crook of his arm where she must have moved up to in the night. “What time is it?”

“Morning! Now let’s go shower.” He popped from the bed and took her hand. “C’mon.”

She let herself be tugged to the bathroom where they stood naked together in steamy watery bliss. Matt soaped her up and seemed to love getting under her slippery boobs. For her part she reached back and stroked his semi-erect cock. She couldn’t get her fingers around it but Matt didn’t seem to mind. Just as quickly he took her back to bed and laid her still dripping body down. He knelt down with her legs pushed back and pushed his face into her sore little pussy. His tongue was gentle though and he took his time. Gayle began to purr under his care. He lapped at her labia and pushed in a solitary finger, strumming the nerves of her spot. Gently he rubbed but vigorously he licked until she was panting her excitement. Gayle reached behind her knees and pulled her legs up higher. Matt sucked her whole pussy before standing up and gripping her ankles. Her whole was drenched and open, so he shoved that fat dong to it. His body pressed on top of her and his cock hit the back of her wall. She spasmed around him but it hurt. Too big too soon.

“Please.” She implored. “It hurts.”

“Hurts?” His chocolate eyes looked down at her.

“You fucked me so hard last night.” she meekly said.

“You didn’t like it?” still he was inside of her.

She shook her head, “I loved it,” she cooed, “but now I’m sore.”

Slowly Matt pulled out of her and sat next to her on the bed. with his legs spread wide. “Get on your knees.” There was that commanding voice again and she obeyed.

He looked down at the adoring blonde between his feet. Her eyes looked to his, waiting.

“Suck me,” he put simply.

Gayle moved forward and began by caressing his cock with her face. She ran her cheeks along his stiff shaft and gave soft kisses to it. She moved her hands to his hanging balls, but her eyes looked to him for a sign to stop. She was a loud to touch him and she did. She lightly fondled his hanging sack and kissed the underside of his cock. Slowly she moved her hands up on each side, like a petitioner praying at the altar of her savior. She worshipped his cock with her kiss, her tongue and her hands. She would look up and his eyes were approval and pleasure. He liked being pleased and, she had to admit, she liked pleasing him. She took it finally to her open mouth and slowly dropped her head, working that fat cock to her throat like last night. She let it press in, the thick head into her airwave and massaged by her muscles. She would come up gasping only to hear his praise.

“Oh, very good, little girl. Go again,” and she would swallow him whole.

She sucked him and deep throated him, her hands cupping his hairy balls until he was so close. She felt his hand on her forehead, pushing her back until just the head was in. She looked up, wondering what was wrong.

“Stroke it.” He ordered. “Make it cum, little girl.”

She smiled at the pet name and grasped it with both hands. She pumped his slick meat, fast, wanting her treat, her reward. She jerked him off and sucked on the head. Her tongue tickled the piss hole waiting for it to explode. Suddenly it did. It smacked to the back of her mouth, his cum filling her mouth and starting to overflow. She was going to swallow, but felt his hand at her throat, making her look up.

Matt shook his head, “Not yet.”

She collected his cum obediently until he was drained.

“Swallow.” The word came, and as if she had always done it, she obeyed.

Matt watched her dress and took her to breakfast. Gayle called her husband and told him she had met Matt and was intrigued, but wasn’t sure yet. They smiled across from each other. She liked having this little secret from him, even if David really wanted this. She was in control of him in a way and Matt was in control of her.