Briefly going over some things written in previous chapters, Sara looks like Laura Cover, if anybody wants to visualize what Sara looks like. This is a "take me" role playing scenario where her husband Sean is called Sir, Sara's name is Toy, and Sir will be referring to Sean/Sara's husband as LB (Lucky Bastard). Italics are Sean/Sir and normal type is Sara/Toy.
I pull Sara/Toy up into a sitting position and hold her in my arms, and it feels incredible. This whole evening of stroking her with a feather, touching her, and kissing/licking her suddenly feels like it was lacking, and just feeling her body against mine and her head nestled into my shoulder, actually feels more intimate than everything before. I was going to wait for a while longer before freeing Sara/Toy's arms, but as good as it is holding her I want even more for her to hold me. I reach down and untie one of the knots of the material binding her wrists, and she quickly raises her arms and puts her arms around me. Heaven! I can tell that the orgasms she's had have tired her, but she still holds me firmly. We stay in this pose for several minutes, but there are a couple more things to be experienced in this fantasy, and I find that I want us to go back to being Sean and Sara and leave Sir and Toy in our memories.
"You feel good in my arms Toy, I dreamed of moments like this back when you were playing with me, always expertly giving me hope that you'd be mine someday. But you're LB's now, he was the one who earned your love. The evening is almost over, but there's still two things for us to do. The first one is to taste you, find out if the lubrication that's been seeping out of your pussy all night tastes as good as it smells. What do you think about that Toy, do you want me to lick your sweet pussy and bring you to some more orgasms?"
"I am Toy Sir, yours to play with as much as you want. I'm not sure my body can experience too many more orgasms, but that's what I thought earlier and you proved me wrong. I want to feel your lips and tongue on me, I want my body to betray me again and again by receiving pleasure from your touch."
"Yes, that's what I want to do Toy, to possess you for this one night, and leave you wanting more in the days and years to come, but doing without. And after I've brought you to a few more orgasms the only thing left to do then is to fuck you!"
Sir pulls slightly away from me and starts gently kissing me, soft little caresses of our lips. It's wonderful to finally have my arms freed and to be able to hold Sir to me. I feel him start to lower me back down onto the bed, my arms still holding him to me tightly. We stay like that for a while, his body pressing down lightly on top of mine, and then he pulls away and begins kissing and licking his way down my body. He stops at my breasts for a while, kissing both nipples softly, then continues down my stomach to my center. My hands move up to cradle his head, the fingers running through his hair. He stays there poised above my center, seemingly studying my pussy, memorizing its every fold and bump. My anticipation builds up, and I feel disappointment when his heads moves down slightly more. "Please Sir, please put your mouth on me, I want you to lick my pussy," I beg him.
He begins placing short little licks onto the inside of my thighs, building up my need for his tongue on more intimate flesh. I feel his teeth on my thighs, opening wide to take as much of my flesh as he can into his mouth and then slowly closing it, the skin slowly being squeezed out. Placed between each bite are soft kisses, and sometimes I can feel his lips purse and he sucks my flesh into his mouth, then pulling away, I can almost hear the pop as the suction is broken and my skin breaks free. I'm starting to writhe, and try to pull his head up to feast him on more tender flesh but he's too strong, Sir will do what he wants to do when he wants to do it.
So soft, so soft, the skin on the inside of her thighs is like the smoothest silk, my lips and tongue reveling in their feel. Gently biting her, I'm hoping I'm not too rough, I want this to make her want more, not make her want me to stop. It seems to be working, as her hands are pulling up on my head, wanting me to really start giving her pleasure. I make her wait for a little longer, perhaps not as long as I could have, but I want this too! Moving up, I stay poised over her body for a little while, looking at the feast before me. As much as I love her blonde pubic hair, the moisture glistening on it, I'm thrilled at her being smooth, it seems to be more inviting, more open to being explored. The labia swollen, wet with desire, the musky scent filling my nose. I blow softly on her, and even though it's soft she still feels it and a tremble stirs her body. I stick out my tongue and starting at the bottom, slowly lick my way up her labia.
Oh, it feels so good, feels so good! Just this slight pressure, one soft lick the length of my labia has my body wanting more. Sir gives me more of the same, and I raise my pelvis up, wanting him to press his tongue harder against my pussy, but he refuses to give me what I need yet. I move my right hand to the back of his head, trying to move his face more into the v of my legs. "Please Sir, please lick me harder," I beg him but to no avail. Moving my left hand up to my right breast I begin to squeeze the tit, pressing my fingers into the flesh with the intensity that I need from his tongue. I can feel in my palm the stickiness of the syrup left behind on the aerolae, and begin pinching that circle, flicking the nipple occasionally with my thumb. Finally I can feel Sir applying more pressure, and his tongue begins to slide between the lips of my labia and into the pink flesh inside. I begin to moan as I feel his tongue travel up my pussy only to withdraw just before reaching my clit. Over and over again, exquisite torture!
Raising my eyes up to look up Sara's/Toy's body I see her hand grasping her right breast, the fingers pressing themselves into the warm flesh. I begin increasing my tongues pressure and start entering her body. Long licks, a series of short licks, always delving a little deeper each time but always finishing before coming to her clit. Her breath is getting labored, the air leaving her lips sometimes as a moan. I keep this up until I sense she's ready, and on the next lick I push my tongue in a little more and a little higher and flick her hard little nub. Her body jerks, and both hands come down to renew their grip on my head, trying to get me to do more of the same. I oblige her, and my licks up the length of her labia now end with a short lick on her clit.
I hear myself begging again," Please Sir, please lick Toy's little button, make me come, I need to come!" I want him to pull back the hood over my clit and whip his tongue up and down over it, but he continues to tease me with these short little jabs on it. I feel his hand slide down my left leg, and he fumbles at the end of whatever it is that keeps my legs spread apart, and I feel one of my legs get free! Quickly I bring my knee up and press my thigh against the side of his head, and when he frees the other leg I bring it up and trap his face between my legs, my hands behind his head keeping him there.
He teases me for a little while longer, then I feel his arms going underneath my legs and up and around them, his thumbs coming to rest just above my pussy. He slowly pulls the hood away from my clit, and it sits there, exposed and hungry. He blows on it a few times, and I can't stop a loud, "Please!" from erupting out of me. He finally gives me what I need and begins flicking his tongue over my clit, and I quickly explode with an orgasm, my body goes rigid and my pelvis making up and down thrusting motions. It's intense and goes on too long/over too soon, and my body goes limp, and I quietly cry with my emotions overwhelming me.
