The sound of my alarm woke me from a restless night of sleep. I was alone in my bed with the top sheet covering me to my shoulders. As I rolled over, the twinge of pain from the welts on my back reminded me of the powerful sex Ginger, and I shared the night before.
I slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats. As I entered the hall, I called out, "Ginger, are you here?"
"I'm in the kitchen," she replied.
I entered the kitchen and found her standing in front of the counter. She was wearing one of my white dress shirts, the tail reached below her sexy ass, and she'd rolled the sleeves up to mid-forearm.
"Morning, sexy," I said as I moved toward the kitchen table.
"I made coffee," she announced.
"Great, I could use a cup," I answered.
After filling two mugs, she turned and walked to my kitchen table, placing our cups on either side and gave me a good morning kiss on the cheek. "I couldn't find any milk," she said.
I walked past her as I answered, "I have some non-dairy creamer."
As I opened the cabinet to grab the creamer, Ginger saw the welts on my back resulting from her nails and said, "Oh my Allen, those look awful."
"I'll survive, but I'm not looking forward to a hot shower this morning," I answered.
I placed the creamer and a spoon next to her coffee mug and sat down across the table from her. She had me at a disadvantage, having time to brush out her hair and splash some cool water on her face.
"You look sexy in that shirt," I commented.
"Hope you don't mind me borrowing it," she answered.
"No problem," I replied.
As Ginger stirred her coffee, she smiled at me and said, "Last night was amazing,"
"Kay certainly lived up to her end of the deal. She's a master of seduction, and it looked like Mike enjoyed himself," I said.
"I couldn't agree more, but the most amazing thing was having a chance to enjoy being with you again, Allen," she answered.
"You're an extraordinary woman," I said.
She took a sip of her coffee and then reached across the table, placing one delicate hand on mine before saying, "I'm sorry about the welts."
"No need to apologize. We all do things in the heat of passion. "I should be apologizing for slapping you so hard," I replied.
"Allen, I have to admit I enjoy that kind of pain," Ginger said.
"It's a side of you I haven't seen before, and I confess it took me by surprise," I responded.
"I often fantasize about rough sex," Ginger said.
I wanted to hear more, so I asked, "Tell me about your hottest fantasy?"
She grinned at me before saying, "If I tell you, you'll have to promise to turn my fantasy into reality."
"That's a promise I'm sure I'd enjoy keeping," I answered.
She sat back and began, "It involves me and two men, one that I know and one who I've never met."
I assumed I'd be the one she knew.
"I'm dressed in some very sexy lingerie, black silk open crotch panties, and a matching bra that has slits to expose my nipples." Ginger described.
I didn't respond since I knew there was more to her fantasy.
"Black, thigh-high stockings and a pair of ankle-high leather boots," she continued.
"Okay, that sounds very sexy, but I'm sure there is a kinky side to your fantasy," I suggested.
"Absolutely, I'm wearing a very tight-fitting black leather hood that zips up the back, a pair of black-out goggles that makes it impossible for me to see anything, and I have a gag toy strapped over my mouth. Unlike a ball gag, this toy is shaped like a cock and extends three inches inside my mouth," Ginger explained.
"That's a pretty kinky image," I remarked.
She smiled, then said, "It gets even hotter."
"Go on," I answered, wanting to know more.
"I'm sitting alone in the middle of a room, my wrists are velcroed to the arms of the chair, and the two men enter the room," she explained.
I had a feeling where her fantasy was going but didn't say anything.
She continued, "The leather hood makes it hard to hear, but I sense when they approach. One begins by caressing my tits and then starts playing with my nipples, while the other uses his middle finger to entice my clit before dipping into my moist cunt. I can't move my hands, but I spread my legs wider so he can finger fuck me,"
"I'll assume they get you off," I stated.
"After switching several times, the first guy to finger my cunt slips a couple of fingers inside me. His fingers are thicker and longer than the other guy, and he uses them to bring me to an incredible orgasm, leaving me dripping wet," she said.
I could tell Ginger was getting turned on describing this fantasy, her erect nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt. "Tell me more," I said.
She continued, "My wrists are released, and I instantly move my hands to their loins, finding two fully erect cocks behind the fabric of their slacks. One cock is noticeably thicker and longer than the other. Somehow I'm able to draw both zippers down, and using my sense of touch; I begin exploring these two sexy cocks."
I listened intently to her description and remarked, "This is so fuckin hot."
She continued, "I'm able to draw the smaller cock back through the opening of his slacks, but the more massive one is trapped beneath his slacks until he opens the clasp, releasing his mammoth length and girth to my touch.
"You've thought a lot about this fantasy," I remarked.
"Yes, I have, and since you've promised to help me fulfill it, you'll need to recall every detail," Ginger stated.
"I'll do my best," I answered.
"In my mind, I know that soon enough, I'd be sucking each one, and my mouth begins to fill with moisture. If I could have spoken, I'd have pleaded for them both to fuck my mouth," she said.
"I'm stroking two rock-hard cocks in unison and becoming more and more aroused, which is enhanced when I feel the Velcro behind my head loosen," she explained.
"Jesus Ginger, you should write an erotic story about your fantasy. You could post it on the internet using a nom de plume or possibly have it published and sold." I said.
She just smiled and continued with her tale. "As the three-inch cock gag toy is withdrawn, a flood of saliva cascades from my mouth, dripping off my chin and soaking my tits. I'm finally able to speak, and my first words are fuck my mouth. They take turns with my mouth, the smaller of the two easily sliding across my tongue and into my moist throat, but the larger cock stretches my lips wide and fills my mouth. I flood with saliva, and it continues to cascade over my lips, dripping down to coat my chest."
I was amazed by the detail of her fantasy and asked, "Are you finally able to deep throat the bigger cock?"
"We tried, but every time he forced his mammoth cock against the back of my throat, I gagged. His cock was just too fucking big to spread my throat open," she explained.
"Oh well, at least the smaller guy could tickle your throat," I remarked.
"Yes, and I love sucking them both," Ginger said.
"So, what happens next?" I asked.
