His Preferences (Story 0003)
When: 08/28/2026
We are about halfway through dinner, sitting at the kitchen counter on the bar stools side-by-side. We have been chatting about each other's day so far, but now you are quiet. You're pushing the food around on your plate in the silence. I know something is on your mind. You always play with your food when you are thinking. I wait for you. I'm good at that by now."I've never asked anyone this before," you finally say. I am totally lost now; I have no idea what you are talking about. I wait a little more. "So I saw your laptop open the other day and I kind of was snooping," you say quietly. You are pretty embarrassed based on how red you just got.
I set my fork down. "Okay. What were you looking for?" I ask.
"I don't know it was an impulse," you reply. "I guess I was curious about what you watch on your own. You know, like what porn you watch. I kind of-- I don't know." Pausing now, not rushing to fill the silence. I am just watching your face in the candlelight.
"Look it is fine if you look. If you don't trust me that is another thing, but if it's something else ...?" I shrug. "Like what is your goal? I mean do you just want to know what I watch, like, and dislike? Or maybe you want to watch together?" I ask.
"I think I want to know what you watch and why. Uh, your likes and dislikes, I guess. It's not a trust issue," you add hastily.
I pause, "I mean, I've watched things alone. Obviously. But sitting down with someone and saying, 'This is what I think about when no one's looking'?" I shake my head, "That's different. That's ..."
You look up at me. "Is that scary for you too?"
"Terrifying," I reply, laughing softly. "But here's the thing. I've had fantasies, I'm not ashamed. It's normal as far as I am concerned, but it is also, you know, private." I reach across the table, palm up, in an invitation. "And then I met you. I would be happy to share it with you. There is nothing private between us," I finish. You slide your hand into my waiting palm. The candles flicker.
"What do you think it'll feel like sharing it?" you ask. "After. When we've seen everything."
I think about it. Really think. "I think it'll feel like ... I don't know, more open between us?" I question. Tracing your knuckles with my thumb. "That's what I want. The openness." You squeeze my hand, not letting go.
"Okay," you whisper, "show me your history." I don't flinch, I don't make a joke, I just tilt my head studying your face. My laptop sits closed on the coffee table in the living room, just a few feet away.
"Well can I think about it a little? It is kind of a big thing," I ask.
"Of course you can. Give me your answer when you're ready," you reply. We finish up dinner, clear the table, clean up and wash the dishes. A few hours later after the normal nightly routine you climb into bed besides me. I am in bed first, and I'm reading a book on my tablet. You snuggle up to me and I put my tablet down. We kiss. I start slowly, hesitantly.
"Um, I've been thinking," I say. You turn your head to look up at me. Waiting in the quiet moment for me to continue. "I want to share my history with you, but let's like, plan it. I mean I want us to have time to explore and be in the right head-space." You kiss me again, reaching up and holding my face.
"That seems fair. When were you thinking?" you ask.
"How about after work tomorrow? We can do it in my office on the big desktop computer, where it's easier to see on the bigger screen," I answer.
"That would be great baby. I'm looking forward to it. Good night," you say. We kiss again and settle into each other to sleep.
The next day.
You have been nervous about this conversation all day. Not because of what's in my history, but because showing someone your fantasies is scary for both of us. I am in my home office messing around on the computer. It is about 6 pm. My desk chair is a very comfortable recliner. You come bouncing into my office.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"Nothing much, just looking for porn," I joke. As we both know that is the whole point right now.
"Really?" you joke back. "Show me what you're looking for," you say. Climbing into my lap. You are kind of sitting side-saddle. Putting an arm around my neck, you start making out with me a bit. When you break the kiss, you ask, "Will you show me what you are looking at?"
"Are you sure? This does not seem like something you would care about," I reply.
"Why wouldn't I care about it? These are your fantasies and desires. It might make us closer. Plus there maybe some we could try," you say.
"Before we look at anything," I say. My voice lower than usual, "I want you to know, none of this is about what you're not. It's about fantasy."
"Then show me. It will be fine," you reply. "Like what is that one?" you ask, as you point at the screen.
"That is called a 'Free Use' fantasy," I answer.
"What is 'Free Use'?" you ask.
"Basically, it's where people are doing normal tasks, but are having sex at the same time. However, everyone is ignoring the fact that the sex is happening," I say.
"Do you like that kind?" you ask.
"It's not really my kind of video, but I like the girl in that one. It is okay if the girl is acting a little reluctant or hesitant at first, and then she gets into it later in the scene, but I want the girls to be into it. So ignoring the sex is not really my thing," I say.
You get a little smirk, "Do you want to 'Free use' my pussy right now?" You lift your skirt in a flirt just for a second to show me you're not wearing any panties. Now you are getting into it a little more, your curiosity getting the better of you. "Show me what you do like?"
"Well you know most of what I like, I love a petite queen, like you!" I exclaim.
"Okay, but that girl is not petite," you point out. "What makes you like her?"
I respond, "It is hard to say exactly. I am a face guy. It's kind of like ice cream. You like chocolate ice cream, right?"
"Yeah I love chocolate ice cream," you reply.
"Okay, why do you like chocolate ice cream over vanilla ice cream?" I ask.
"I don't know, I just like it," you say.
"Exactly, I am a face guy. I'm into what a girl's face looks like. If I like her face the rest is all good. I tend to look for girls I like and then watch all their stuff," I explain. "So if a girl I like does a 'Free Use' video I watch it and see if I like it. Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't." You are very interested now and feeling even more flirty. You flash your skirt up again and then French kiss me.
"What else do you like out of these?" you ask, pointing at the screen again.
"Well there is a very sexy one of a girl in a sheer apron doing chores in the kitchen. See here," I say, and point out the video to you. "Here is one with a shower scene, you know I love being with you in the shower," I continue.
"What is that 'Gonzo' category?" you ask.
"Gonzo is basically just straight to sex, no story," I say.
"Do you prefer Gonzo?" you ask.
"No, quite the opposite. A lot of the time I find the story and dirty talk to be hotter than the sex part. I tend to like seduction stories," I reply.
"Maybe I can seduce you right now," you purr. This time when you pull up the skirt you leave it up and rub my head with your finger-nails. When you are done rubbing my head you put the skirt back down again. Now you ask, "Do you only watch couples? These are all couple videos. Do you like multiple people, like threesomes or even more?"
"For the majority I watch couples, but there are some things threesomes and foursomes can do that a couple can't. Like with a foursome of two couples, the two girls can sixty-nine each other and the guys can fuck them, but when they pull out the girls can suck their dick. A girl/girl/guy scene, the girls can kiss and lick each other after the guy cums," I reply. You still want to know more.
"What is that girl doing with her face?" you ask.
"She is doing 'Ahegao', it started in illustration and is used a lot in anime. Where the artist draws the girls making cross eyes, sticking out their tongue, and drooling when they are having sex or an orgasm. Since I like faces I think it can be hot sometimes--"
You turn to face me, "Like this?" You pull up your shirt, cross your eyes, and stick out your tongue. Then giggle and start making out with me again.
"Nothing beats a naked giggly girl in your lap," I say. You pull your shirt back down.
"Okay, finish what you were telling me," you order.
"Mm-mm I think you are a little overexcited, but I like this game," I reply.
"No. Finish what you were saying. Don't try to distract me," you say.
"I was saying, a lot of girls combine ahegao with cosplay. Cosplay is dressing up like the comic book and anime characters," I finish. We continue talking for about an hour total and I explain as much as I can about what I watch and why. You keep stopping and seducing me as we go. We also review loads more categories like: morning seduction, massage scenes, office encounters, real-estate fantasies, delivery drivers, can't make rent payments, and tourist stuff just to name a few. You finally seem satisfied and get up to leave. "Where do you think you are going?" I ask as I grab your arm.
"What do you mean? We are done," you reply.
"Oh no we're not, we have only had half the conversation!" I grumble.
"Huh, only half the conversation? What do you mean?" you ask again.
"I mean we haven't talked about what you like!" I reply, exasperated.
"Oh," you giggle, and you sit back down on my lap. We start talking about the things you like. "First thing I like to watch solo girl stuff. I mean seeing a woman playing with herself with her fingers or a toy is something I can picture myself doing. I can put myself into her place and kind of masturbate together. I also really like real amateur sex tapes. Seeing real people in real life is kind of like spying. It seems kind of wrong even though it isn't. It is a turn on to see into their lives. The thing is they have to have chemistry. If there's no kissing, no eye contact, they just look like they're running through positions, that ruins it for me. I need them to look like they'd climb on each other even with the camera off. That tension is what makes it a turn on."
I am stroking your thigh, while you are running your fingers through my hair. This whole conversation has been a pretty big turn on. Knowing you want to know what I like and don't like is pretty hot, and now I get to learn what is in your head too. I am adding some squeezes on your thigh along with the strokes. You have started rubbing and scratching my chest with your fingernails.
"Go on, what else do you like?" I ask.
"Well girl on girl can be nice. It is kind of like soft and sensual and romantic usually, and I like that. Plus girls are all soft and curvy which is nice too. If it is a professional boy/girl scene it needs to be sensual. Again, I need to see that connection. If it just looks like they are 'doing their job' it ruins it. If they get that connection right, watching a guy eat out a woman is super hot. I can imagine myself in her position and pretend it's me in the scene," you say.
As you have been talking, we have been touching each other more and more. You have been rubbing my chest, and now that you have paused, you are kissing my neck. I have been playing with your hair, caressing your face, rubbing your arms, grabbing the back of your neck with little massage squeezes, and brushing your nipples each time I change my hand positions. Your nipples are hard, and it feels so nice when we make contact.
Now you continue telling me what you like, "Seeing a guy manhandle a woman is sometimes really hot. When it is not rough or painful. Like throwing her on the bed, grabbing her and pulling her in quickly, and maybe a little hair pulling if it is just right. Seeing her being 'taken' where he is in control, but she is melting into it."
"Okay, and what is your number one? The one you like the best?" I ask.
"I like to watch a girl taking care of his cock, worshiping it. Like doing everything to and for him. Hand-jobs, blowjobs, kissing it, talking dirty to her man, in general behaving like an obedient girl. It is the starting point of a superb sensual scene usually," you reply. By the end of the conversation, we are both kind of worked up. We start making out again. When you pull away, I am looking into your eyes.
"Baby girl, thank you for sharing yourself with me," I say.
You turn a little more into me. "You're the one that started sharing. I mean some guys might be embarrassed by their watch history. You just opened up to me, which is fucking hot as fuck." You pull your shirt off over your head. Kissing me again. I lower my face to your breast and start sucking on your nipple. Your hands are in my hair and rubbing my neck. You are also using your nails again to scratch my head playfully. I am really turning you on with my sucking and rubbing your boobs. Your head scratches are sending waves of tingling through me.
You stand up and open my pants. Going down to suck my cock, while standing with your feet together. That slight downward angle of your upper body makes a sort of ramp up your back to your ass from my point of view. It is a very sexy sight. The blowjob is really just meant to get my cock wet. You suck it a few times, and then you turn around and sit down on my cock in reverse cowgirl. Your ass looks so hot with your feet still together. As you sit down on my dick your ass cheeks spread to receive it. The way this position makes your ass look while you are half standing and riding me with your pussy. Your ass bouncing in my face is driving me wild. I love just looking at your ass when you spread your cheeks with both hands. We were just talking about how this is one of my favorite positions, and now you're fucking me in it.
Now you turn up the fantasy by starting to talk dirty to me between your moans. "Do you like watching my ass? Yes, you feel so good inside my pussy. Give me all your cock. Keep going! Yes, give me more. Is my pussy tight? Keep fucking me. Yes!" You are unleashing a constant stream while you moan and ride me. I sit forward on the edge of the chair now so I can reach around and playing with your tits and nipples while you ride me. You continue talking dirty to me, "That feels so sexy. Keep playing with my tits. Yes! Push your cock deep inside me. You are so fucking hard," you exclaim.
I stand up keeping my dick inside you as I stand. I bend you forward and grab your arms pulling them behind your back. Using your arms, I start pulling your whole body forward-and-back on my dick. "Use me baby, I am your fuck toy. Yes! I want to be your little cum slut. Cum all over me. Fuck my tight pussy," you continue the stream of dirty talk. We are getting pretty sweaty, it is warm in the room. After fucking you standing up like this for a while it is getting slick holding your arms.
I want to change positions again so I release your arms, pull out of you, grab you and spin us around putting you on your back in the chair. "Wow! That was so sexy throwing me around like that," you say panting. "Take me again now. Fuck me some more. Please!" I oblige your request and stick my dick back into your pussy, your legs up in the air against my shoulders. I lean forward bending your legs back even farther to get deeper into you. "Yes! That is so deep. Fuck me!" You are loving this. I am thrusting down into you. You are grinding your hips against me. We are looking into each other's eyes. I can see the desire in your face. "I want you to cum inside me. Please fill my pussy with cum," you beg. "I want you to kiss me when you cum. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth while you fill me up!" you insist.
That has done it, your dirty talk has brought me to the point of cumming. I spread your legs so I can lean forward between them and start kissing you. Darting my tongue into your mouth as I pump my cum into your pussy, filling you up as you insisted. I draw my mouth away, still pumping slightly, so I can look into your eyes again. "That was so perfect," you say.
"I am so happy we did that," I reply. I help you to your feet. We kiss some more and I stroke your hair. It is a tender moment after we shared our deepest desires with one another. That trust coming out at the end, standing in each other's arms.
A few days later.
I entered the kitchen. You are standing at the counter with your back to me. To my surprise, you are wearing a totally see-though pink apron tied at the back and nothing else. "Hi, I thought we might try one of your fantasies," you say. The ends of the built-in lace tie-ribbons are hanging right down the middle of your ass. They are covering exactly everything I want to see. It is a very sexy tease. The anticipation of the moment is exciting, but I realize it must be even greater for you. You must have planned this, ordered the apron, and been thinking about it for days waiting for it to arrive. I walk up behind you and put my left hand on your belly pulling you back. You rub your ass on me.
"This is so sexy, what made you want to do it?" I ask.
You turn your head, "I was just thinking about the other night. When we were talking about the things you like. I was thinking we could try some of them."
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yeah I want to turn you on, I mean we are a couple after all. You shared all the personal stuff with me. Why not, it will be fun. Come on, I know you are turned on. I bought this outfit just for this. Why don't you fuck me?" you reply. I pull out my dick and slide it in between your thighs. Rubbing it upward against your bare pussy. I start kissing your neck while you are grinding on me. The lace ribbons are actually tickling me a little with your movements. I turn you around and we start kissing. Your tits look amazing in that see-though apron. Your nipples are hard as they rub on the fabric.
You are stroking my cock with your right hand. You rotated your left hip back a bit opening yourself up to me. It has created the perfect angle for my right hand to play with your pussy. I start rubbing your clit. We are still kissing and you are still stroking my shaft. It is a very nice triple combination of pleasure. You start to go to your knees, but I say, "Wait." I grab your hips and lift you onto the counter. "Ohhh yes!" you cry. With a giggle, you spread your legs. I lean down and taste your pussy, then work my way up to your clit. You have both of your legs over my shoulders, but you have nowhere to really support your upper-body. It is a little awkward for you.
"Can we change positions?" you ask. I rotate your body so you are mostly parallel with the edge of the counter, and you can lay all the way back. Your left leg is now bent with your foot on the counter. I am holding your right leg straight up. Your pussy is half off the edge of the counter. I start rubbing it with the head of my dick. I push inside of you at a slight upward angle because the counter is just a little too high. This creates an amazing feeling in the head of my dick as it rubs against the top of your pussy. I have popped my right foot up, so I am on my toes on that side.
I am taking slow strokes inside you. Still holding your leg while I watch you play with your clit. You are moaning now "Yes. Keep going. Right there." I increase my speed just a little, I am really enjoying the angle with you on the counter. Looking down on you with your eyes closed and moaning is so sexy. You are really getting worked up now "Keep going. That's it. Don't change anything!" With that last statement I am now concentrating to maintain my pace and not throw you off, I know this is exactly what you need to cum. It takes just a few more strokes and your orgasm hits. You are shaking with the pleasure running through your body. Still rubbing your clit while I keep fucking you.
When you finally finish you are panting and looking up at me. "That was so perfect baby, but I thought this was supposed to be your fantasy? Why don't you fuck me in the ass now?" you ask.
"Wow! You just saying, 'Fuck me in the ass now,' is my fantasy. Of course, I want to fuck your ass." You hop down from the counter and then drop to your knees. You start sucking my cock. Not only that, but you are getting really sloppy. The wet noises and drool visual is getting me even harder. You are directing the drool as much as you can down onto your tits. The apron is soaking wet and clinging to your breasts. "Open your mouth and hold still, so I can fuck your throat," I say. You do as a good slut should and comply. I start to pump my hips thrusting my cock in your mouth. You gag and choke, and the drool comes even faster now. Now I am ready to fuck your ass. I pull out of your mouth and reach out a hand to help you to your feet. You stand up and we kiss.
"That was so hot. With you fucking my throat like that," you say. I am caressing your soaking wet tits though the apron. We kiss some more and when we pull away, I am gazing into your eyes. You look up at me, with a cute little smile, "What are you going to do to me now baby?" I walk you over to the bar stools at the counter and spin the back rest of the stool around so it is on the counter side.
"Climb up and give me your ass," I order. You straddle the bar stool, your arms hugging the back rest to your chest with your ass hanging over the edge of the seat. It is perfect anal access for me. This is also a really sexy view. I decide before I fuck your ass, I want to enjoy the view and finger you some more.
I start rubbing your pussy from below. Watching your asshole dance with my movements. You are winking it at the same time. It is an eye-popping show. My fingers are inside your pussy now, rubbing and grinding as you moan. I stroke the wall between your asshole and pussy watching your ass pucker while I do it. Licking the fingers on my other hand, I start lubing up your asshole with my spit. I insert a finger in your ass. While I am double penetrating you with my fingers you reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks.
"Fuck both my holes, just like that. I can't wait to feel your cock in my ass. Make me your anal fuck toy!" you cry out. I love when you talk dirty to me.
"My dick is now aching to be inside of you," I say.
"Yes, fuck my ass now. My ass is aching for you to be inside of me too!" you reply. You have rolled your hips back so that your asshole is pointing slightly down. The perfect easy access slut at heart. I place my left hand on the small of your back. Using my right to guide my cock into your asshole. You are still spreading your ass cheeks with both of your hands. The view is amazing. I love looking at your ass from above while I am ramming my cock in you. We start fucking. The motion is too much for you to hold on to your ass cheeks anymore. You have to grab the back rest of the chair again. "Fuck my asshole. I love your cock in my ass. Keep fucking my asshole!" you moan. The chair is moving around on the floor a little. The legs squeaking on the floor with the movement. I am really getting into it now. Fucking your ass is all I am thinking about.
"I love fucking you. I am going to cum so hard. You are my fantasy girl," I say. Finally, it is too much. I cum inside your ass while pumping furiously. When I am totally spent, I pull out of you. My cum running out of your ass, down your pussy, and dripping onto the floor. You climb down from the chair and kiss me. Then bend down and suck the last drops of cum out of my dick.
"Did you like my apron? I bought it just for you," you ask.
"Thank you, baby. I loved that so much!" I exclaim.
A few days later.
You come into the living room from the bedroom after dinner. You're wearing a beige zip up pullover cable sweater and some ripped-up casual cargo pants. Standing right in front of me, you place both your hands on my knees. Spreading my legs, you use your arms to support your weight sinking to the floor. You fold your legs under your body as you sit. Your body starts to ripple from the waist up. Like you are a snake, and I am the snake charmer. "What is happening right now?" I ask. You don't say a word. I fumble with the remote, turning off the TV, I can't keep my eyes off you.
You unzip the sweater and pull it off over your head. You are wearing a sheer red fabric bralette. The top has a thin white silk ribbon sewn into it with a wider white silk ribbon bow in the middle. You are making little "uhmm" moans now as you rub your tits, squeezing them, pushing them together, and playing with the sheer fabric. Your nipples are hard and look amazing while you are doing it. Next you unbutton and unzip your pants. You open them and pull them down to your hips a little. Showing off your red g-string panties that match the bralette. You pull up on one side of the g-string, pulling it into your pussy and showing your beautiful lips through the fabric. All the while you are still making that same little moaning sound and maintaining eye contact with me.
You lean slightly forward, placing your right hand on the floor in the middle of your body. The little lean brings your face in just a little closer to me, drawing me in like a magnet. Your left hand is playing with your tits again. Pulling the sheer fabric away from them or pulling it down in the middle, teasing me with flashes of bare flesh. You slide your middle and ring fingers into your mouth. Your "uhmm" moans getting a little louder. Your tongue sliding around them, between them, sliding in and out of your mouth with them. You work your fingers around, a little drool escaping down your lips. You run your fingers down your neck leaving little trails of your drool behind.
You stick one finger in your mouth closing your lips around it. Sucking it like you would my cock, your lips puckered out around it as you withdraw it from your mouth with a little pop. Then you stick your tongue out and lick your two fingers again. Now you put both fingers back in your mouth sucking them both in and out several times emulating a perfect blowjob. Once again you stick your tongue out licking your fingers, one then the other, then both, then in between them. The movement is sensual and sexy and slow. Your spit shining on everything as you play with your mouth. Still moaning, still gyrating your waist, still maintaining eye contact. In and out, in and out, over and over you suck, lick, moan and drool. Building more and more, watching you is making my cock harder and harder all the time. You still have not said a word you are just seducing me with your fingers and mouth.
I can't take it anymore, I open my pants and slide them down to the middle of my thighs. I pull my dick out and start stroking it while I watch your fingers playing in your mouth. I am stroking it in time with your fingers going in and out of your mouth. Now you pull your fingers out of your mouth, they make a slight sucking sound as they exit. You kiss them, just a simple kiss and it is incredible to watch. I am so turned on by you right now with just this simple show and your eyes locked on mine. Now you lean back again sitting upright. You lick your lips as your hands play with your tits and bralette once more. You feel that you have turned me on enough, I am still stroking my cock.
"Ok baby, I am ready to worship your cock now. Can I please worship you?" you ask in a sultry voice. As I hear the words: 'worship your cock' I realize this is your fantasy. You have decided to act it out with me for real. I am still stunned by what I have seen and heard so far. It has been incredibly arousing, and we have not even touched each other yet. You slide your body forward arching your back and kissing the inside of my left thigh. I can see down your back to the top of your ass where your pants are down around your hips and your red g-string is peaking out. You pull my pants down to my knees. You swing to my right thigh kissing the inside of it and pulling my pants down to my ankles. Leaning back again, you grab my pants by the cuffs and finish removing them the rest of the way.
Tossing them to the side. You stretch all the way forward with both hands up to my hips, pulling yourself forward and kissing my stomach. Then using my thighs as leverage, you pull yourself up to a standing position. Quickly you snap yourself around facing way from me, the quick movement throwing your hair out, it cascades down your shoulders and back as it settles. You place your hands on the belt line of your pants, bending forward and slowly shimmying them down as you pop your hips backward toward me and lean forward at the waist. Your pants inch down slowly, I can see the curve of your breasts, as your g-string is being more and more exposed. Your pants are down around your thighs now, and I can see the tiny strip of red fabric barely covering your beautiful lips is moist with your pussy juice.
All the time you are moaning that same little gasping "uhmm" moan. You drop your pants and kick them off to the side joining mine on the floor. You are rippling your body again gyrating like a sexy snake. Turning around looking at me like you are going to devour me, which is exactly what you intend to do. You place both your hands on my knees and bend into me kissing the head of my cock. Pulling away my pre-cum stretches between my head and your lips until it breaks away. You lick it off your lips moaning a little louder.
"Mm-mmmm, you taste good," you purr. You lower yourself to your knees between my legs again. Reaching out you start stroking my dick now. "I love to watch you grow in my hands," you say, and then you moan again. You start stroking me slowly and consistently playing with the head on some of the up strokes. Switching hands or using both hands as you go, "I'm such a slut. I'm begging you. Please. I wanted to come here and tease the hell out of you." Kissing the head and then stroking it more, "I hope you love feeling it just as much as I am going to love sucking it. Can I get it wet?"
You take the whole thing in your mouth one time, spitting on it as it exits your mouth, getting it nice and sloppy now. It starts to make that wet squishing sound as you stroke, "Oh, fuck. I love that sound. You are getting so hard for me right now. I knew you wanted this." You can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter as you worship my cock. You reach down with one hand to play with it, stroking my cock still with the other. "It just makes me so wet. I want to milk all of this cum out of here. And keep stroking. Oh, fuck. I just want to put my pussy on your cock so bad," you say.
You have worked yourself up into quite a state not to mention what it is doing to me. "Fuck, I'm so turned on right now. Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh, my mouth is just watering." Now you start sucking my dick. You are still moaning, and I can feel the vibrations though your mouth on my dick. Each time you come up for air you talk to me some more. "I want you to think about me putting my tongue all over it. Oh, I made such a mess. I promise to clean it up after. I am such a good girl."
Back in your mouth your tongue licking the underside of my shaft. At the top of your stroke you lick around my head. "I love sucking your dick. I've been thinking about your cum on my face for so long now. Do you like my little titties? Have you been thinking about shoving your cock between them?" you ask looking into my eyes. Then you immediately drop back down on my dick sucking and moaning and making slurping noises. The visual and sounds are as incredible as the feeling. You come up one more time your drool shining on my cock. Closing my legs so you can straddle me, you climb up on my lap now.
Your pussy is hot against my cock, nothing separating us except that thin piece of sheet red fabric that is soaked with your pussy juice. Grinding your pussy against my cock you whisper in my ear, "I just want to feel it in my pussy so bad. Please. Can I just rub my pussy on it? I won't put it in. I promise, I won't put it in. I just want to be your little cum slut." Sliding your panties to the side you start to slide your pussy up and down the shaft of my cock. Rubbing me with your pussy lips and getting your cream mixed with your drool from the blow job.
There are little wet sounds coming from the contact, and they blend with your moaning, creating a symphony of sexy sounds in my ears. Your tits are in my face your hot breath on my neck as you keep playing with me. "I think you're liking it. Your dick seems to tell me so. My pussy really wants it in me. I'm such a tease. Oh, my pussy is so tight. My pussy doesn't have much room, but I'll make room for you." You slip my dick inside your pussy, sliding it all the way in to the hilt. You let me soak inside of you for just a minute. Then you pull it out again. "I bet you wish you knew what my pussy juices tasted like. Too bad, because I'm going to clean them all up. No one is ever going to know." You go back down to your knees spreading my legs open again.
You lick all up and down the shaft getting every bit off your cream off my dick. Then you suck it some more. When you come up again you look into my eyes stroking my shaft, "Oh, fuck. Your cock is so hard. I just want to taste it so bad. Please. Please cum for me. Please. Oh, fuck. I've never wanted anything so bad. I just can't wait to see all of that cum come pouring out." I am getting close to exploding. You have been: teasing me, sucking me, stroking me, talking dirty, and moaning all to worship my cock. It is so sexy that you are so into it, making it all about the interaction. The mutual pleasure because you are compelled to satisfy me during these acts.
My pleasure has become our pleasure through your worship. Now you are sucking in earnest with one final goal in mind, cum on your face. "When you get close baby, stand up, I want you above me so you can shoot your load all over my face. Cover my face in your cum." I am super turned on by you, the command to cum on your face is just the thing I needed. I stand up, you drop your body down sitting on your feet. Still stroking my cock with your hand and sucking it with your mouth. I am ready to burst, I pull my cock out of your mouth and start stroking myself. "Are you going to cum? Please, are you going to cum for me?" I blast the first shot of cum on your face. "I'm begging you. Please. Please. I just want to do it over and over again. Cum all over my face. Oh, Fuck. Yes. Cover me!"
I expel every drop I can all over you. "Do you like how I look with your cum all over my face? I bet I look prettier than ever. Thank you for your cum." You are playing with it now, rubbing it with your fingers, drawing it into your mouth, playing with strings of it. Moaning as you go, enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm. I sit back down totally spent with a simple smile on my face looking into your eyes as you lick my cum off your fingers one at a time. "That was so much cum. It was really sexy worshiping your cock. I am so happy we could do that," you say.
A few days later.
I walk into the master bathroom. You are sitting in your makeup chair legs spread wide open, dressed up in full Harley Quinn cosplay. Including the red and blue pigtails, full face makeup, the "Daddy's Lil' Monster" cut off skin-tight white cotton top, and the two-tone red and blue booty shorts. You even have a leather Puddin' collar and an inflatable baseball bat resting over one shoulder. "Hi Puddin', you got some wood for me?" you ask, patting the space between your thighs. "Come sit," you command, pulling an ahegao face.
Those ridiculously tight shorts are already damp at the seam, you've been sitting here touching herself through the fabric, waiting for the sound of my footsteps. You grab my wrist and press my hand against the wet cotton between your legs. "Do you feel that? That's what happens when you leave me alone with a fantasy, Puddin'. I get ... creative." Your hand snakes up the back of your neck, fingers twisting into your pigtails. "Been thinking about your cock since I pulled on these shorts. Thinking about how hard you get when I dress up for you. Now stop making me wait!" you pout.
That cheap white cotton shirt is already clinging to your tits from sweat. You hook both thumbs under the hem and peel it up slow, inch by inch, letting the fabric drag across your nipples as they come into view. The shirt catches for a second on your leather collar looped around your throat. You laugh, a low, breathy 'Harley' sound, before yanking it the rest of the way off and tossing it away to the floor. "There," you say, bare from the waist up except for that leather Puddin' collar. Your tits rise and fall with your breathing, nipples hard in the bathroom air. One hand drops to your crotch, pressing in hard. "Now it's your turn to play with my pussy," you demand.
I move in, my hands land on your hips automatically when I bend forward into you. You lean in thinking I am going to kiss you. Instead, I pull you out of the chair like you are light as a feather. I set you on top of the bathroom counter, knocking everything into the sink, clanking and bouncing out of the way. The power of hauling you bodily up onto the counter feels like gravity shifted under you, it is intoxicating. Moving my hands around to your back, palms pressing into your skin, standing between your legs brings you back down to earth. Your hand slides over my erection, thick, throbbing against the thin fabric of my boxers. My breath leaves in a sharp exhale, every muscle in my torso tightens at once as you bring my body to attention.
I swallow hard. I don't say anything, your fingers pulling down my boxers and curling around me. Pulling you closer, one hand sliding up your spine, feeling the heat radiating off your bare skin. I lean in to actually kiss you this time. Then you move into me, your breath hot against my ear, whispering "How sweet, Puddin', you missed me." You're not just talking about this role-play. You're talking about every time you looked at me and wanted me and never said it out loud. My dick twitches against your hand before my brain even catches up to what you are saying.
My hands drop from your back to your ass, grabbing hard enough to leave fingerprints, yanking you forward until you are on the edge of the counter, and you have to brace against my chest to keep from falling. One of my hands leaves your ass, wraps around your wrist, and presses your hand harder against my cock. Not guiding. Demanding.
I grip your hip with my other hand, dragging you closer, so there's nothing between my shaft and your pussy except the thin fabric of your tight booty shorts. I grind into you, just once, rough and impatient. Letting you feel exactly how hard you made me. Your legs slide off the counter, "I want you between my tits right now." The marble is cold against your ass, you slide off the counter onto the floor getting my cock between your tits as you go. No slow exhale, no romantic pause, you open your mouth, and take the head.
I grab your pigtails and use them to my advantage. Saliva drips down the sides of your lips onto my balls. You squeeze your tits together around the base, trapping the spit inside the cleavage between them, and start pumping up and down. Every time your mouth can reach my cock you suck it more, and more drool flows down your body. Wet slapping sounds echo against your wet flesh. Each stroke leaves more lubrication pooling in your cleavage. A low, broken sound starts in the back of your throat, not pretty, not performed. The kind of moan that comes from somewhere deeper, somewhere you didn't plan. It vibrates through your chest and into my cock, you squeeze your tits tighter with every upward stroke.
Spit drips down to your belly button. You don't wipe it, you don't care. Your eyes roll half-shut, and your mouth hangs open, wet and slack. "Fuck. Fuck yes," you aren't even saying it, it is just need coming out of you. Crossing your eyes, sticking out your tongue, and letting the drool flow. You find your voice again three strokes later. "Harder. Please. Use my tits. Fuck them. I want to feel your cock between them when I breathe," the begging spills out with your moans and joy. Your hips grinding in the air against nothing, your whole body rocking into the rhythm you set. One of your hands leaves your tits to grab your own ass, nails digging in, pulling you forward. "Come on. Ruin me. I've been thinking about getting railed since I put the costume on," you beg.
I pull you up and flip you onto your stomach across the counter. Cold marble against your cheek, ass in the air, that tiny pair of shorts stretched across your ass. You can feel my dick against the curve of your ass. I yank them down, no romantic pause, no ceremony, just the way you took the head of my cock. I gather both of your pigtails in one hand pulling, your chin rising slightly off the counter. I drive into your pussy from behind in a powerful stroke. "You begged for my cock," I growl out loud. "Take it!" I order. Your palm slams onto the marble, knuckles whitening. That stretch, that sudden invasion, takes away your breath, and you exhale ragged and broken.
No screams just yet, just pure shock and pleasure mixed together. Then it hits, "Oh yes. That's it. Right there. Fill me up." I release your hair, holding your hips steady while I bottom out inside your pussy over and over. Your breathing finally catches up, shallow and rapid, and you grind back against me, taking my cock deeper into yourself. "Don't stop," you plead, your voice thick with desire. "I can feel every inch," you gasp. With your head sideways looking back at me, you pull another ahegao face. Your thighs tremble beneath me, muscles clenching around my dick, and that vibration travels straight up your spine.
Every thrust pulls a broken noise from your throat, half-gasp, half-whimper, your forehead pressed hard against the cold marble, eyes squeezed shut. Sweat beads form at your temples and trickle down into your face. "More," you beg, your voice shredded now from the primal screams and moans. "Deeper. Right there!" A small silver ring gleams in the vanity light, the tail of your butt plug disappearing into your ass. Barely noticeable except when you contract. Not distracting, just adding pressure, reminding me you're filled up everywhere.
Your hips rock back against me again involuntarily, chasing that friction between my cock and your butt plug. Your inner walls flutter against me, pulsing in waves that tighten around every thrust, milking me almost without meaning to. The plug presses deeper into your ass with each shove, filling you from both directions, and your eyes squeeze shut tight, tears leaking out of the corners. "Fuck," you sob into the marble, "Both holes. Everything." You are not even making sense anymore.
I keep on pounding you. Looking down on that tiny silver ring winking up at me from your asshole, I'm loving it. You are focused, fully into it, concentrating on fulfilling my fantasy is getting you off. You start to have an orgasm, starting in your asshole. Somehow the butt plug has triggered it from the anal side. I feel the orgasm closing your body tighter around my cock. You moan and scream, "Fuck Yes." The orgasm washing through your entire body, racing away from your asshole in a rush.
I get even harder now, I want to trade places with your butt plug. My thumb finds the loop of the plug, pressing down on that silver flare, and your whole body goes rigid. "Yeah?" I moan against your ear, pulling it out just a little, the widest part stretching you open. Holding it there a moment longer, then the sudden release as it comes free. Cold air hits where warm metal had been. Your asshole gapes for a heartbeat, empty and twitching, and you make a sound you didn't know you had in you. A desperate little whine at the sudden absence in your asshole, which now needs to be filled with my cock.
Then the blunt heat of my cock head presses in where the plug just was, slick from you own wetness running down your leg, and I don't ask. I don't need to. I just feed it in slow, inch by inch, letting you feel every ridge, every vein. The stretch is totally different to your metal butt plug, hotter, thicker, alive. Your knuckles go white on the edge of the counter where you grip it for all you are worth. "Oh fuck," you choke, "Oh fuck, that's--" but the word dies as I bottom out, balls-deep in your ass while your pussy clenches, dripping cream down your thighs.
That little silver plug rolls off the counter. Before it can hit the tile, my hand catches it midair. "Oh No," I say, and I press the butt plug into your fingers. They curl around the slick metal. You know what I want without being told, good girls always do. You bring it to your lips, that little silver plug still warm from your body, and wrap your lips around it.
Tongue flat against the flare, tasting yourself, musky, salty, the residue of your own arousal smeared across the metal. You suck it clean like it's my cock, hollowing your cheeks, eyes fluttering shut, a pornographic little moan vibrating around the metal. This time I grab handfuls of your pigtails in each hand. I watch in the mirror, your reflection is obscene: mouth full of plug, ass full of me, your shorts pulled down and still stretched between your knees. When I thrust, the plug muffles your screams into something wet and desperate, drool already gathering at the corners of your mouth.
You can't form words anymore, just these gagged, pleasure sounds every time I bottom out. The plug bouncing around against your tongue and cheeks. Then I find that angle, the one that hits somewhere deep and devastating, and your jaw goes slack. The plug slips past your lips that little silver plug rolls off the counter again, this time tinkling as it hits the tile floor. You are cumming again, this time from my cock in your asshole not the butt plug.
Cumming so fast after the first one seems to have compounded the pleasure. Your legs go limp quivering on their own. Your body sags against the counter, you have no strength left in the glow of the orgasm. It has taken over your mind and body, it has transported you somewhere else. I keep fucking you though, I am not done with you yet. I still want to complete the fantasy. You are coming back now, you can feel your legs again, you can hear me talking to you. Now you want to give me the same joy you just experienced.
You are able to focus on my voice again, I am saying: "Where should I unload my cum? In your ass? Back in your pussy? In your mouth? Where it all started, on your tits? What do you want right now?" I ask in succession. Your head snaps up from the marble, eyes wide and glazed from the tears, pupils wide.
"Mine," you rasp. "Cover my tits and mark me as yours," you beg. You push me back, so you can turn around and face me, squatting down. One hand pulling my cock straight out of your asshole and into your mouth while the other starts playing with your pussy again like when you started without me. Your multicolored pigtails swaying, some of the hair plastered to your skin sticking to the sweat. The makeup is messy now too. It is completely missing around your mouth, where we have rubbed it off.
In between strokes as I come out of your mouth just a little, you cross your eyes, tongue out, and drooling more and more. Between the cosplay and the ahegao faces you are really getting into it. It has opened your mind to something new, fun, and exciting. You can tell I am getting close now. Grabbing my hips with both of your hands and pulling me toward your chest. You direct me, "Right here baby," you want the cum to paint your chest. Want me to paint your tits with it, so you can imagine it for days. Each and every time you look in the mirror for the next few days you will remember exactly who claimed you. "Cover me," you whisper, guiding me to your cleavage. Your tongue already tracing your lips in anticipation. "Make me beautiful. Make me yours," you moan.
Your fingers dig into my hips, nails scraping skin, anchoring me as I stroke myself and erupt. The first jet hits right between your tits, hot and heavy, splattering across your pale skin. Another follows, coating your sternum, dripping down into the valley. You don't blink, you just stare into my eyes, your eyes still glassy, watching my face spasm as I pump myself dry onto your chest. Catching a stream of cum with your palm before it hits your belly, you spread it slowly across your left nipple, smearing it upward, painting yourself with my essence.
Your other hand cups your breast, kneading and working my cum into your skin until your whole torso is slick and shiny with a combination of my cum and your drool. Your skin glowing in the bathroom light. You bring your left palm to your mouth, dragging your tongue along the curve of your hand, lapping up the cum, scooping handfuls of it from your chest into your mouth. Then sucking your own fingers clean. Then you grab me by the shaft, guiding me to your mouth, and swallowing all that you can get out of it. Eyes locked on mine the whole time.
"Harley and Puddin' as we were meant to be," you sigh. Still licking your fingers, scooping up cum, and teasing me. Still looking up at me as you do it.
"Baby girl, that was so fantastic, what made you pick this fantasy?" I ask.
You reply, "I always thought Harley Quinn was sexy from the movies. Then that one girl was doing it in your video history, she was so sexy too. I had to try it, it looked like so much fun. Okay time to clean up, take a shower together, and then off to bed after that. We had our fun, now I want to snuggle with you and bask in our glow."
I follow you to the shower. "Maybe we can order some matching glasses for your next cosplay. You know how sexy I think you are when you wear your glasses," I say.
The next morning.
We are laying in bed as the sun is coming up after an amazing fantasy role-play with Harley Quinn and Puddin'. You roll over into me, grabbing my waist and pulling on my body playfully, indicating I should come to you. I hip thrust a few times scootching over to close the gap. Our mouths meet, and we start to kiss passionately. The cosplay is still fresh in our minds, and we are still radiating heat from the sex. You are rubbing the side of my waist with the hand that pulled me over, and I have my arms wrapped around you.
"That was so fun last night. It was like being someone else with permission to do anything we wanted," you say.
"I know, it was really cool. We should think of some other cosplay we can do, maybe I can dress up for you next time," I reply.
You smile. "Well, since we are doing your fantasies at the moment, how about we do some gonzo right now?" you ask.
"Oh, so now you know what gonzo is, huh?" And with a giggle you decide to show me what else you learned from our little: "porn history lesson."
Author's note.
Inspiration for this story came from an Instagram model's like 3 min video cutting an apple in nothing but a sheer apron.
That was the basis of the apron scene and then it grew from there.
