"Ramone,” I whispered as I reached into my nightstand drawer and took out my imaginary lover, this night in the form of my vibrating dildo, “Come make me feel good. I need you."
"I am here, che'rie,” he responded as I lifted him to my body.
I reclined on the bed and kissed the top of his soft molded head. He was the perfect penis, patterned to look like some big name adult movie star's cock, right down to the blue veins, flawless shaped head and wrinkled balls. A small, attached box held a battery that would make him pulsate.
"The children are in bed and my husband is asleep."
"You are in need of my company?” he asked.
"Yes, very much so."
"You make a monk of me, my sweet,” he said, “It has been so long since you had need of me."
"It's only been two nights,” I replied. “I've just been too tired. I'm sorry."
"No need for apologizes, my love,” he whispered. “I am here for you now. Let me please you."
"I'm not sure what fantasy I want tonight."
"Take off your nightgown and let me see your naked breasts,” he told me, “perhaps then you will be able to decide."
I laid him on the bed momentarily and pulled my nightie over my head. Lifting him in my hands again, I kissed his head.
"Mmm ... very beautiful, che'rie,” he hummed, “now turn my vibrator on low and rub me over your titties."
"They're called breasts,” I corrected him.
"No,” he refused, correcting me, “tonight, they are titties."
I moved him as he willed me to, easing him quietly over my breasts, listening as he hummed around my nipples, making them harder. He massaged my large nubs and watched as they tightened into pink pencil erasers. He smiled, looking pleased with himself.
"Now, my sweet,” he continued, “take off your pretty panties."
I blushed.
"But then you'll be able to see everything."
"Yes I will, my love,” he reminded me, “and I will be able to feel and touch everything as well as see it."
I bit my lower lip.
"Everything?"
"Yes,” he said, “everything ... your clit, your cunt, your ass."
"No!” I said quickly.
"Yes,” he responded calmly, “tonight you need for me to make love to you everywhere. Tonight, I will massage your clit and I will fuck your cunt and you will orgasm on me and you will love it. Tonight, you need to be my slut."
"You talk so dirty to me, Ramone,” I whispered shyly.
"It is because you need me to be this way, my sweet. My words are your thoughts,” he whispered back. “With me, you are neither the wife, nor the mother, nor the caretaker, nor the cook. With me, you are only a lover and I respond only as you need for me to. Now, take off your panties and show me that sweet cunt that I have fucked so many times before."
I again laid him on the bed so I could remove my panties, and again I kissed his head when I lifted him. I could feel him smile.
"You have such a pretty little slit,” he breathed as he looked at it. “Put me close to your sweet clit and let me smell it."
I eased him between my swelling pussy lips until he was almost in reach of my puffy little nub. He sniffed at it as if I were a bitch in heat and hummed his approval.
"Mmm ... I love the delicate fragrance of a woman when she is aroused,” he whispered. “Turn on my vibrator and let me taste it."
I flipped the switch and heard the motor purring.
"You know I come so quickly when you lick me there,” I told him.
"When I lick you where?” he provoked.
"Between my legs."
"You have to say the words,” he teased, still not yet touching me. “I want you to be my naughty slut tonight and say the words."
"My vagina,” I murmured.
"That's not good enough, che'rie."
His closeness was killing me. I could actually feel the vibration from an inch away.
"My pussy,” I said a little louder.
"That is still not good enough."
My body was starting to twitch. I needed to come so badly.
"My cunt!” I screamed at him as I took his head in my hands and buried it in between my thighs, “Lick my cunt, you little bastard!"
My body began to convulse with the orgasm the moment his vibrating head touched my clit and I had to turn my face to the side, biting into the pillow in the attempt to not scream out. It felt like a thousand little tongues on my swollen button and my juices flowed over his talented little head.
I lay quiet for a minute afterwards, waiting for the ceiling fan to cool the perspiration that had formed between my breasts. He began to want more and nudged me.
"Are you all right, my love?” he whispered.
"Yes, Ramone, I'm fine."
He nudged me again, touching one of my puffy lips.
"I am hard for you, my sweet."
"Give me just a moment to cool down."
"Very well, che'rie,” he responded, “I will just nestle here between your thighs to keep warm."
I felt him moving in between my pussy lips.
"That's not my thighs, Ramone."
"My head is damp from your juices,” he replied. “I'm just going to put my head inside you to keep warm until you are ready for more."
He pressed in a little more and I began to moan.
"See, my love,” he continued. “It feels so good. Your sweet cunt wants me there."
"N ... No,” I stammered, “I want to cool off."
"It is you that is pushing me inside, my sweet,” he informed me, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is take your hand away."
My fingers pressed him deeper and a groan escaped my throat.
"Tell me what you want,” he provoked again.
This time, I could not take the teasing and shoved him in as deeply into my pussy as I could get him. His plastic balls hit my ass.
"Fuck my cunt,” I hissed, “Make me come."
"Oh yes, my love,” he said as he began to jack-hammer the pink wet folds, “I will fuck your sweet cunt with pleasure."
He moved in and out in a continuous thrusting motion, now shoving his rigid hard-on fully inside my wet flesh. He was relentless, never stopping or slowing, and groan after groan began to leave my throat. I could feel him smile. He began pounding my pussy and the reaction was immediate. I could hardly get my breath and my head was spiraling. I loved being his dirty little slut.
"Stroke your clit while I fuck your cunt,” he whispered, “I want to feel you come all around me."
The fingers of my left hand went to my swollen little button as Ramone shoved himself all the way up inside me, and the orgasm that followed was the hardest I had ever experienced in my life. I threw my head back and moaned, praying that I had not been heard outside the room.
The eruption left me exhausted and breathless and I let my hands fall to my sides. Ramone stayed inside me for a moment then began to slip out with each contraction of my pubic muscles. At long last, his cock head emerged from my body and he lay quietly between my thighs.
"Che'rie?” he whispered.
"Yes, Ramone?"
"I'm cold."
I smiled and reached between my legs to pick him up.
"Lick your juices off of me, please,” he begged.
I began to suck, tasting my cum on his shiny little body. He purred softly as I cleaned him with my tongue.
"Che'rie?” he whispered again.
"Yes, Ramone?"
"May I sleep with you tonight instead of going back into the nightstand drawer?
I smiled.
"If you promise to behave and let me get some sleep."
He wiggled happily in my hands and came to rest between my shoulder and the pillow.
"Since you are the one that controls what I do, my love,” he said quietly as he snuggled against my neck, “it will be totally up to you."
A dreamy smile crossed my face. I had a feeling I was in for an all-n
ighter.
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SEDUCING MRS. SIMMONS
I loved working outdoors. I loved everything about it ... the sun, the fresh air, watching the things I plant grow, flourish, and make their surroundings more beautiful. Being outdoors kept me in good physical shape too and the lonely, neglected wives in the ritzy neighborhoods I sometimes worked in seemed to appreciate it.
It was like that as I worked in the backyard of Mrs. Simmons's house. I had worked for Mrs. Simmons before and had caught her checking out my biceps and my ass. She had tried to be inconspicuous, but hey, the ladies know a nice hunk of man when they see one.
Mrs. Simmons was a blonde bombshell; built like a brick icehouse, with the most incredible set of C-cups you had ever seen, not to mention that fine, round ass. She looked good whether she was coming towards you or walking away.
As I put down some new sod in the corners of the privacy fenced-in area by the swimming pool, Mrs. Simmons came out on the deck. When I looked up, I thought my eyes would have a coronary. There she was, this astonishing beautiful woman, dressed in one of the skimpiest yellow and white string bikinis I had ever seen. She looked over her sunglasses and waved at me, her boobies jiggling under the two-inch triangle material of her top.
"Hi Jimmy,” she called out, “the yard is looking real nice."
"Thanks, Mrs. Simmons,” I replied and doing my best to keep my dick from jumping up to say hi too, “all in a day's work."
"I'm going to make some lemonade. Would you like some?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Mrs. Simmons."
She went back inside through the glass door and I watched her fine ass sway from left to right with every step. Watching her walk was just like watching a Barbie doll come to life. She returned a few minutes later with a pitcher and two glasses of ice and put them on the patio table.
"Come get it before the ice melts,” she called out.
I stood up from my kneeling position on the ground and looked her over again. Damn, that bitch was gorgeous. I was almost afraid to get too close, thinking that the heat from that body might make my dick melt. She was pouring the glasses as I washed my hands off under the garden hose and then walked up to the table.
"I hope you don't mind me being a bit dirty,” I said.
"Nonsense,” she replied, “everything here is washable.” She smiled and then exhaled a breathy “and I mean everything."
I sat down in a folding chair under the umbrella table and took a few big gulps of my drink. She sat on the chaise lounge chair across from me and sipped hers, her eyes roaming over me carefully.
"Are you hungry, Jimmy?” she asked. “Can I fix you something to eat?"
"No ma'am, I'm fine, thank you,” I replied. “I was just getting a little thirsty, that's all."
"Well, you are doing a fine job in the yard,” she told me. “You always make my yard look so pretty."
I watched her mouth as she talked. Her lips were so full and wide that she could probably get them around a foot long horse dick.
"I'm glad you're pleased, ma'am. It's something I enjoy doing."
I could hardly take my eyes off her tits. She had one of those deep well-types of cleavages, so deep you could put a cup of coffee in there to keep the coffee warm and still have room to heat a pop tart.
She finished her drink and put the glass on the table.
"I wonder if I might ask a favor of you,” she began.
"Let me guess,” I teased her, knowing how many times she had changed her mind about the yard, “you decided against the tulips in the corners and want to go back to the roses."
She giggled.
"No, I'd like to stay with the tulips."
"Okay, so what else can I do for you, Mrs. Simmons?” I asked.
She picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion from the small table beside the lounge chair.
"Would you mind rubbing some sun tan lotion on my back?” she asked, holding the bottle out to me. “It's terribly hard to get to it by myself and I don't want an uneven tan."
I swallowed hard, feeling my Adam's apple rise and fall in my throat.
"But ... uh ... your husband,” I began to stammer.
"He won't be home until dark,” she said with a smile.
Without waiting for an answer, she plopped the bottle in my hands and turned over on her stomach, leaving me with little choice. I moved over to her chaise, sitting on the edge of it, and nervously popped the top of the bottle. Squirting some lotion in my hand, I rubbed them together and then began to rub the cream on her shoulders and upper back.
"You know,” she said, looking back over her shoulder and giving me a little grin, “I do hate tan lines. Would you mind unfastening my top so I can take it off, Jimmy?"
Would I mind? WOULD I MIND?! Was she crazy? I would pay to unfasten her top! I'd tear it off with my teeth, if she'd let me!
I felt my hands beginning to sweat a little and quickly wiped them on my tank top. She looked over her shoulder again and I realized she was waiting for an answer.
"No ma'am,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice under control, “I don't mind at all."
She settled back down on the chaise and folded her hands up under her face. I could see the sides of her incredible tits smashed against the material.
With shaky hands, I pulled the ties that held the top onto her neck and back and let them fall to the sides. If she lifted up at all, her tits would be in plain view.
Going back to my task, I continued spreading the lotion over her now bared back and then down to the top of the bikini bottoms. Being that close to her incredible ass was making my dick strain against my jeans. She felt me stop and looked back.
"Is something wrong, Jimmy?” she asked innocently.
"No ma ... ma'am,” I stammered as I resumed applying lotion to the sides of her hips and back of her thighs.
"Mmm ... that feels nice,” she said, spreading her legs a little bit and arching her back so that her fine tush was even closer to my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I was beginning to feel like Dustin Hoffman's character opposite Ann Bancroft's character in the movie ‘The Graduate'.
"M ... Mrs. Simmons?” I murmured.
"Yes, Jimmy?"
"Um ... are you trying to seduce me?"
I saw a slight smile cross her lips.
"Now, Jimmy, would I do that to you?” she asked with mock innocence.
I took a deep breath. It was now or never.
"Yes, ma'am, I think that you would."
She turned over and sat up and her big, bare, juicy tits were right in my face. I felt my eyes cross.
"Well, you know that my husband works a lot,” she began.
"Yes ma'am, I know."
My dick was turning into a tree branch.
"And you're such an attractive man, Jimmy,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders and pulling herself up to me.
Her face was inches away from mine. I looked down. Her titties were so close that I could count the freckles on them. At the ends of her boobies were the most monumental, succulent pink nipples I had ever seen.
"You know you want to touch them, Jimmy,” she said, a smile crossing her face as she saw me looking at them.
"I shouldn't, ma'am."
"But you want to,” she reminded me, moving her hand over the front of my jeans and rubbing her fingers against my crotch.
"But your husband,” I began.
"We won't tell him."
I moved my hand up to hold one of her tits and wrapped my fingers around it, giving it a little squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned and I felt her nipple harden in my palm. Reaching for my other hand, she moved it between her legs and rubbed my fingers through the material of her swimsuit bottom.
"Mrs. Simmons, you're being a naughty little slut,” I told her.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"Yes I am, Jimmy."
Her hand began stroking my dick.
"Little sluts ne
ed to be spanked,” I told her.
"Oh yes, they do, Jimmy."
She was sitting on the chaise beside me. She looked so delicious with her blond hair in disarray and her large breasts shaking with anticipation. Her nipples were erect, seeming permanently excited, and I could see the arousal beginning to dampen her swimsuit bottom.
"Bend over my lap, Mrs. Simmons."
"Yes, Jimmy."
She eased herself over my lap.
Mrs. Simmons's back was the most graceful back I have ever beheld. Even over my knee, she seemed to hold a perfect posture. Between her legs and her back were rounded hips and a firm bottom covered by her tiny swimsuit. It seemed it was just begging to be spanked.
I raised my hand and gave Mrs. Simmons a good hard swat on her right buttock. It bounced. It wasn't so much her buttocks, which were very firm, but rather a shudder. I gave her several more, alternating right and left, and she yelped each time that my hand swatted her ass.
"Ow! Ouch! Ow! Oooh, yeeeees!” she squealed, “That's it ... Owee! Owee! Yes, I need it!"
"Stand up, Mrs. Simmons,” I said, pausing for a moment. “I'm going to pull your swimsuit down."
"Oh, yes,” she replied. “Spank my bare bottom."
She stood and waited patiently while I tugged her bottoms down to the top of her thighs.
"I think you'd better get the hairbrush,” I told her, motioning to the one she had left on the patio table.
She groaned, so I gave her a little slap on her bare bottom. She hurried over to the table, looking so pretty with her naked ass glowing bright pink and her bottoms hanging just below it.
"Give me the hairbrush and bend back over my knee, Mrs. Simmons."
She bent over and placed her hands on the patio floor, making her bottom very round. Her big breasts were pointed downwards, their nipples like tight pink pencil erasers. I set out to give her a dozen swats with the hairbrush and watched as she kicked and squirmed with every swat.
Finally I could stand it no longer. I dropped the hairbrush and grabbed her ass.
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