Whats For Dinner 10

You pull in the garage after another long day. A little exhausted, but proud. You're really good at what you do, and helping others makes it all worthwhile even if it's a bit tiring sometimes. As you exit the garage for the back door I see you walking, but don't catch your eye through the kitchen window before you're out of sight to the side of the house. I love to watch you walk when you're feeling confident, and you had that kind of look in the few seconds you passed by. I was glad you looked that way, because I need you to be confident for what I have planned.

You walk in the door with a half smile. "Hi, babe," you greet me.

I ask, "hi, how are you?"

After a quick kiss, you walk past me into the dining room to set down your bag and purse. "Good, today was busy. I worked hard."

I had no doubt that you did. After 20 seconds of "massage" my fingers are already tired. I don't know how you do 3-4 hours a day. I suppose that's one area where training, school, passion, and experience all pay off. But tired or not, I had things we were going to do and was hopeful that you were up to the task. "Why don't you take a few minutes and change out of your work clothes? I'll be back in the bedroom to rub your shoulders in a minute." You shot me a look that said you knew I was up to something since I'm not much of a "massager", but you went down the hallway without protest. After a few minutes, I follow behind and found you sitting on end of the bed, still in your work clothes and petting the cat. Not exactly what I'd asked of you, but we could address that another time. For now, I'd work with the situation at hand.

I passed by you and over to my side of the bed, open my side table drawer to pull out the magic wand and plugged it into the outlet. You didn't turn around, but I knew you heard what I was doing because you shoo the cat off the bed and tell him "you have to go, now." You are still in your work outfit and start to pull your shirt up to change. "Stop, leave it on" A smirk across your face precedes a snarky "don't tell me what to do" but you leave your shirt on as instructed and stand there by your side of the bed.

I issue two words with quiet confidence, "turn around". Without a reply, you rotate your feet around two quarter turns so you are facing away from me. "Now bend over and take off your shoes and socks."

Damn, I love watching you bend over. It never fails to get a little rise out of me. I think that maybe sometimes you do it in front of me because you know that it does, but I have ever asked. Now that I'm instructing you to do so in front of me, there's probably less room for doubt. I enjoy the view while you untie and remove your shoes and socks.

More directions follow, "unbutton and unzip your pants and take them off." You are still facing away, so I got to see if the back of your underwear holds any message for me today. Today's pair doesn't have any fun words or sayings, but they are cute and on your ass so of course, I like them. After stepping out of your jeans you hook your thumbs on the top of your panties as though to pull them down next. "Stop, leave them on." You keep your mouth shut but turn your head around and shoot me the look that says, "don't tell me what to do." And still, you remove your thumbs from the waistband and put your hands by your side. You have on your panties, shirt and bra, but I am still fully clothed so you won't get distracted. By now, I have climbed onto the bed and had spread my legs. I invite you to join me, "come sit here, up against me." You turn around and crawl over my leg and manage to get comfortable in between my legs, resting your head on my shoulder. I know you are aware of what's coming next, and that you know our rules for this position.

Rule #1: keep your legs spread

Rule #2: tell me when you're getting close to cumming

I pull the wand over from my side and turn it on it's slowest setting. I'm not even sure if you're aware of it, but you gasp ever so slightly this time when it clicks on. Your legs aren't quite spread enough for my taste, so I set it down and give you a reminder with my hands of what I expect. I put my right hand between your legs and already I can feel the heat from your pussy. The wand is running and ready, so I pick it up and place it between your legs on your clit. Within seconds, I can feel a tiny amount of stress melt right out of your body. I wouldn't say you feel relaxed, yet, but you're definitely ready to sink into what is coming. I find what feels like a good position to build up some steam and let the wand just sit there for a few minutes. Your breathing gets much deeper and almost plaintive. But I leave things just so for almost five minutes. The second I get the impression that your brain or body is getting a little impatient, I turn off the wand and pull it away.

"Stand up." You groan a little. I'm guessing partly because I turned off the fun, and partly because you'd been comfortable on the bed for a bit and now were being instructed to move. But without a look back, you slide off the bed and stand up, this time facing me. "Take off your shirt, I want to see the parts of your outfit that are for me."

I thought maybe you were somehow going to wrestle your bra off at the same time, but you decide to follow the directions and just pull your shirt over your head. It messes your hair up a little on the way over your ears, which only serves to make you look even sexier. How am I going to last through everything I had in store? I guess I'll find out. You stand there, looking at me awaiting further instruction. "Now take off your bra first, and then your panties. Then come back here and sit just the way you were." You remove the rest of your clothing and crawl back onto the bed and between my legs. As you lean back, your legs spread in anticipation of the return of the wand. Far be it from me to deny you what your body is craving, I switch it back on, turn the intensity knob just a bit up, and place it back directly on your pussy right under your clit. This time, the gasp isn't so slight and is accompanied by a slight whimper. I can tell that your body is starting to want more, but rather than build things up quickly I just let the wand sit right where it is. I won't keep you from moving, but if you want a change in the sensation in the near future it's going to have to come from your own body movement. For the moment we're going for the slow build. Once I feel like you've gotten pretty comfortable with the position and speed, I rotate the wand just a bit so it changes the way the vibrations hit your clit. With a slight grunt, your body twitches and you inhale loudly.

I start to rotate the wand up and down, putting a little more pressure into your clit. Your breathing is now getting shallower and quicker, and this sexy kind of moan/whimper accompanies some breaths. I can feel my cock growing behind your back, and can't wait to have it released from my pants. But for now, I'm focusing on you. After a few minutes of rotating the wand up and down, you start to pat my right hand with yours. "What?" I ask. Your patting gets more insistent but you say nothing. "Tell me."

"I'm close, I'm close!" you struggle to get out in time. I immediately pull the wand away and turn it off. You breathe a heavy sigh that's a mixture of relief and frustration. You know I want you to wait to cum until I say so, and are a little glad that you didn't get too far. But also, damn... can a girl just cum already? You think I'm going to give you a few minutes of relaxation to come down, and just as you start to take a calming breath you feel a bare hand grab you hard. Your breath steams out between your teeth as you bite your lower lip. I slip a finger from my grip and search for the opening to your cunt. I follow the heat and wetness and find it easily. I take the finger and press it inside of you. But I'm not staying there, I pull the finger right back out and bring it up to stroke the side of your clit for a minute. There is no rest, I'm just changing the sensations to keep you on your toes. You are now actively grinding against my finger, a bit lost in the sensations. I can feel what you need, and my cock is at full attention. But I need to shift my focus back to you and not worry about what's happening to me. I place the wand back against your lips. "Hold that there," I tell you. You grab the handle, and as you do I dial up the knob some more. It's not on yet, and I want to give you a jolt so I turn it on while it's held against you.

"FUCK!" Yeah, that's the reaction I want. I grab the wand back from you with my right hand and go right back to the up and down rotation that I can tell gets you rolling. With little break, you fall right back into the shallow and quick breathing. With my empty left hand, I reach around your left side and grab your breast. I try to match my squeezes with your breathing, and this seems to work well. Shortly after this starts, you start to pat my right hand again. I know what you're trying to let me know, but I want you to say it. So I ignore your hand and keep going. You pat harder, and finally get out a hurried "I'm getting close."

"Getting close to what?" I ask. You ignore me, and the dance continues. Your right hand is now almost hitting me with quick little slaps. "Getting close to what?" I ask again. You somehow find it in you to take a deep breath to muster a very frustrated "I'm getting close to cumming". Every word uttered carefully as though hurrying through the sentence may get you beyond the point of no return. Well, now... we've made progress. I move my left hand from your tit to your throat and whisper aggressively in your ear, "so fucking cum, then."

"OH, FUCK. SHIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHCK!!" Your body immediately tenses and you blur the line between human and animal. I give the wand more pressure into you and you can't hold back any longer. It probably only lasts 10-15 seconds, but it feels like minutes to us both. Your body racks up and down to get the most out of the vibrating wand, I hold you tightly with my right hand pressing the wand into you and my left hand and arm wrapped around your neck and shoulder to let you know that you. are. mine. This orgasm is my gift to you at this moment, and I want us both to appreciate what's happening.

You finally give me a few taps to let me know that you have reached your limit for the moment. And today I'm being nice, so I pull the wand away from you, turn it off, and set it next to me. My left hand leaves your throat and I begin to gently stroke your shoulder. With the sensations removed you start a little bit of your post-orgasm laugh, interspersed with "woo"s and "hoo"s. Some of my favorite sounds. I place my right hand back between your legs, but with no aggression at all. I just gently massage you and try to get some of the "buzzy" feeling out. After a few minutes, your breathing has calmed down and you ask, "what's next?"

"Stand up," I state again. This time, as you do I follow and stand with you, face to face. "Undo my belt, and take off my pants." Neither of us is still quite accustomed to my giving instructions like I have started to do, but I know I think it's hot and you haven't yet told me that you don't like it, so I continue. You unbuckle my belt and then tug at my jeans. Your thumbs are looking for the waistband to my boxers, but you find that I'm not wearing any. You slide my jeans all the way down to my feet, and I step out of them and kick them away. I sit down on the bed. You look at me, wondering what I'm going to direct you to do next. And what you hear is something new, "kneel on the floor, and take care of this cock." I was expecting some version of the "don't tell me what to do" line or look, but you obediently kneel before me and then gently push my upper body back onto the bed. I close my eyes and await your next move.

It's been a few minutes since sensation for both of us, so my cock is not fully erect. I feel you lick the head slightly, which feels nice and cool after the heat I'd been experiencing for the last half hour. And then you unexpectedly take my entire cock in your mouth. I can feel your warm tongue on the underside of my shaft, and my cock begins to grow. Quickly. You waste no time getting into a rhythm between your mouth and hands. My eyes are still closed so I can focus only on the feeling of a warm, wet mouth. I pull a pillow under my head and open my eyes to look.

Your eyes are closed, and you look very focused as you take it in and out of your mouth. A few times you put as much in as you can fit, and this creates even more wetness as your mouth is watering all over my cock. You pull it out, a mixture of drool and precum hanging from your lips to the tip of my cock, and you open your eyes. I'm looking right at you. A small smile crosses your lips, and you dive right back in and go to work. Faster strokes up and down on my cock with your mouth and hand. You get a little too far down for the moment, and you back off with a small cough. Thick ropes of saliva keep us connected, and you spit more of your drool mixture onto my cock to make things even wetter. You begin stroking with both hands, the saliva providing just the right amount of lube and your hands providing the right amount of heat. My breathing is getting more intense and my hips are starting to buck slightly. You smile a little and point my cock right at your face. Not knowing if you're aware of how close I am, I struggle to get out a warning, "I'm... going to... cum." You stroke harder, and I can't hold back any longer. fuckfuckFuckFUCKFUUUUUUGGGGGGCK!! One, two, three, four cum blasts shoot out of my cock. The first two hit your cheeks, and the others your chin and tits. As my erection subsides, you clean the cum off of your cheeks and into your mouth. You rub the drops into your tits, leaving nothing to mop up later.

You lick the head of my cock a little, emit a little laugh, look at me with your pretty eyes and ask, "so... what's for dinner?"