This story is about one particular Sunday when my relationship with Keith went to a very different level.
As Keith and I got settled in our relationship, Sunday became our fun day together. He was a big sports fan; football, NASCAR racing, golf, etc.; etc. and his sports always seemed to be on TV, on Sunday. We would invariably stay at his place every Sunday and enjoy sports on TV, junk food and each other.
Sunday was also the day I would dress up for him in whatever outfit he picked out for me. We had so much fun from Keith dressing me when we went to Gulfstream Park; he started dressing me every Sunday. It became our tradition and I looked forward in anticipation for every Sunday to see what he had in store for me.
I would usually come over to his place around 11:00 AM, if I had not stayed over from the previous night, and he would have something for me to wear laid out on his bed. I would dress in whatever he chose for me and that would be my attire for the day.
Some of the outfits he has chosen for me have been sheer teddies that were absolutely see-through, every variety of Fredrick's of Hollywood lingerie you can think of, his own tank top t-shirts that couldn't even come close to containing my tits, very thin, tight t-shirts with Daisy Duke type shorts and a couple of time there was nothing on the bed at all. The first time it happened, I said, "Keith, what am I supposed to wear today?" He replied, "Exactly what I laid out for you." I said, "There is nothing on the bed." He said, "That is exactly what you will be wearing today." So I was naked all day long, which is actually pretty fun, I must admit.
Not even once, did the outfit he picked out for me include a bra. He seems to love my big tits being unrestrained and accessible to him. I like that he likes me this way.
What also happen on Sunday, multiple times, are blowjobs. I love to give head, which I have mentioned in previous stories and Keith loves me to give him head, and Sunday has turned out to be the day we dedicate to this. The first BJ usually happens right after I put on whatever outfit he selected for me. I come out of the bedroom and pose in my "uniform." He will look me over and tell me what a hot bitch or amazing looking slut I am, (or something to this effect) and start feeling me up, and kissing me, and then he will lead me to wherever he wants me, pull his cock out of his pants and take me in the mouth until he comes; always in my mouth.
The first time each Sunday is definitely about him having his way with me and using me as a toy for his carnal pleasure and as a receptacle for his cum. I just follow his lead and let him do what he wants with me. It is my favorite time of the day and I often orgasm just from his reaction to me. Usually after he is done cumming and I am done swallowing it, he says something like, "Good to see you today Amber, how are you?"
After that, we alternate between watching sports and me sucking his dick, or as is often the case, he watches sports while I suck his dick. Keith gets himself comfortable on the couch and turns on whatever sport happens to be his fascination for the day. I like when it is football, but not so much when it is something else. (I still cannot fathom he thinks watching golf is interesting). I will either watch with him or settle in with my head on his lap or read a magazine on the couch beside him. At some point in time during the afternoon, usually several points in time, it becomes Amber time and my favorite sport becomes the center of attention once again.
Sometimes it starts simply by him getting up and pulling out his dick and telling me suck him. Sometimes he starts rubbing my tits or pussy and then pulls me toward his cock and has me suck him.
However is starts, I have two super favorite ways to suck him, which I think are his favorites as well. My most favorite way is to have him take his pants all the way off, sit on the couch or a chair, while I kneel in between his legs. I like my top to be off when I suck him this way because my tits swing while I am doing it, which he loves and I can occasionally move up and let my hanging tits rub each side of his cock, which drives him crazy. I also like that we can look each other in the eye when he is coming in my mouth, with is absolutely awesome. When I see the pleasure on Keith's face and at the same time feel his cock twitch and his taste his warm, salty semen on my tongue, I start cumming in wave after wave. Very intense!
My other favorite way to suck Keith is in a chair we have affectionately dubbed "Amber's chair." It is an old armchair with big fat, stuffed arms. I sit on the chair and Keith gets up and kneels on the chair facing me, one knee on one arm and the other knee on the other arm. When he is like this, his legs are spread and his cock and balls are right at mouth level for me. I like to put both my hands through his legs and cup an ass cheek with each hand and pull him into my mouth. When he cums I can feel every muscle in his body shudder and I feel like I am part of his orgasm as his semen pumps into my mouth. Again, I cum like crazy.
He has fucked me on Sunday occasionally, but for whatever reason our Sunday sex is 90% me sucking his cock. I guess it is just both our preferences. On average, I will suck him off usually three times during the course of the day, and a couple of times I did him four times. A guy has his limits he tells me.
I really look forward to Sundays. I take time to make my face up, paying particular attention to my eyes and lips. I try to look both pretty and slutty for him. I love dressing in the sexy clothes he picks for me. I love giving him head and swallowing his cum. Sunday is my day with him.
Which leads me to the day that is the focus of this story.
It started out like every other Sunday. I got to his house around 11:30. Apparently the Dolphins were playing some team that was pretty good, because Keith had been talking about this game all week. Laid out on the bed for me was something that halfway resembled a Dolphin cheerleader outfit.
The bottoms were coral (not orange) hot pants, similar to what the cheerleaders wear. The back of them was Brazilian cut with the bottom half of my butt exposed. The top was an aqua colored Dolphins jersey, but it was cut off half way down. When I put it on it barely covered my breasts; it covered my nipples, but the bottoms of my breasts we visible. My entire belly was exposed up to the bottoms of my tits. There was also a pair of white, coral and aqua stockings that pulled up to just above my knees.
'Oh Boy,' I thought, 'this is going to be an interesting day.' How right I was, but for reasons other than what I thought.
Just as I was coming out from changing, eagerly expecting to be ravished and start the day off right, the doorbell rang.
In all our months of Sundays, the doorbell has never rung.
"Hang tight, I'll get it," Keith shouted.
"Hey Man, how are you? Come on in. You ready for today?" I heard. "Let me introduce you to Amber." Clearly whoever it was, was expected and I was not aware of it.
By this time I had ducked back into the bedroom, as I was not dressed for company.
Keith came into the bedroom with a smile on his face. "Come on out, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine," he said.
