Alexis was a cute but beautiful young woman in her late twenties. She'd always been what she considered to be sexually adventurous -- she'd been the happy student and teacher for long-term boyfriends, one-night stands and attractive and curious girlfriends. Henry was a fit, good-looking stud with an easy demeanor and silly wit. Just as adventurous and curious as his lover, he was a good sexual match for Alexis and her sometimes-insatiable lust.
They'd dated in the past but found that they weren't so compatible in a relationship dynamic but had always found themselves returning to each other in times of romantic drought. As Alexis neared her 30th birthday, she found her desires were ramping up. At all times of the day and night she'd find herself sopping wet, fantasizing about lewd acts and depraved desires. She'd search out videos and pictures portraying things she'd barely allowed herself to imagine, and she'd find herself in a masturbatory frenzy almost daily. One look at a particularly depraved video of a young blonde getting gang banged by a dozen guys, a picture of two grinning co-eds with a fist stuffed up one of their cunts and she's be on her bed with a selection of toys, pounding herself silly.
Eventually Alexis and Henry started text messaging each other again as they were wont to do, and their conversations quickly deteriorated to sex. Henry had a good memory of what Alexis liked from the dozens of times they'd fucked in the past, and seemed to know how far to push the conversation so that she'd participate and offer up glimpses of what was driving her lust-filled nights. He remembered how she liked to have him work two, sometimes three fingers into her pussy as he was preparing her for a solid fucking. He told her about how wet she got, how much it turned him on when he could see the honey literally dripping from her pretty little pussy.
One night their conversation aroused her enough that she thought she'd show him just how wet his words alone could get her. She was flushed and already dripping as she maneuvered herself in her armchair in the living room so she could get a good shot with some decent light of her gleaming little slit. Just the act of taking a close-up shot and sending it to Henry got her even wetter. She started lightly stroking the smooth gash, her fingers covered in sweet juice. She took a picture of that too, getting even more turned on when she could see the threads of juice on her finger tips leading back to her pussy. Soon her fingers weren't enough and she dug out one of the familiar toys she played with and took some shots of one in particular, every stage of penetration until it was buried to the hilt inside her.
Henry was beyond aroused when he looked at each photo in succession -- it was like he was practically right there in the room. The only thing missing was his ability to participate and the lovely sounds he could remember coming from her when she was aroused and working towards an orgasm. Eventually Henry got up the guts to send a photo of his own impressive member, a sight that nearly drove Alexis crazy. Before she knew it she was cumming all over her purple dildo, imagining Henry fucking her instead of it. To top off the night, she sent one last picture -- the dildo covered in her sweet cream as she pulled it out.
As the weeks progressed, Alexis and Henry kept up the flirty and sometimes shocking banter until both were at there snapping points. They set a date for a rendezvous in the near future with thoughts of a vicious romp in their minds. Henry, for one, had a very clear image of what he wanted to do to her, how hard he was going to make her cum all over his fingers. Alexis had mentioned some of the videos and pictures she'd been looking at and he had an idea that she'd love for him to try at least one of them. Since he couldn't very-well produce a stable of studs to pass her around to -- and he wasn't even sure that's what she wanted in real life -- he thought instead that maybe stretching that little pussy out with his hands and fingers would be a great start.
Come Friday night, late after he was done his shift at work, they were both well worked up for a visit. Almost as soon as Henry walked in the door to her apartment, she had his pants down around his ankles. She was desperate to have him in her mouth, knew from the past that he enjoyed a good blowjob. And something about the way he enjoyed it made it infinitely pleasurable for her too. She was on her knees in front of him, he was still struggling to take his jacket off, as she released his already rock-hard cock from his jeans. She was wearing an outfit chosen specifically for him; a short pleated skirt that barely grazed the bottom of her ass cheeks, a tiny, practically see-through white tank top, white knee-high socks. She'd thought about some pig tails but knew he loved her hair down so he could grab fistfuls of it when he was fucking her, or when she had her mouth on him.
She sat back on her heels and smiled up at him as she worked her petite hands down the length of his cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the head, playing. She held his gaze as she leaned forward and delicately licked up the underside of his dick, inhaling his scent, her mouth already salivating. As she got to the top of his rigid pole, she wrapped her hands around the base and slid almost the entire length of him into her mouth in one fell swoop. He had a gorgeous cock, perfect in width and quite long, so deep-throating wasn't a common experience. She'd never done it herself but certainly liked the fantasy, so she slowly and methodically worked his cock further into her mouth and throat, getting the shaft covered in thick saliva. She used her hands to rub the bottom of his dick as her mouth bounced up and down, moaning with desire.
Henry quickly started climbing towards his crescendo. He buried his hands in her long brown hair and started measuring her paces with them. She was squirming there on the floor, and his grabbing her by the hair just egged her on more. She quickly dove between her legs with one hand and started strumming her pussy through the white cotton panties under her skirt. Henry could see the skirt bouncing between her legs and the flash of her fingers as she stroked and teased herself. Her other hand had a vice grip on his meat as she continued to suck and lick him to the speed he was controlling.
