After a week of living out Michael's last fantasy the next few days seemed pretty bland. Our lives went on like normal filled with work, mundane daily tasks, and snuggling up at night to watch a movie. I loved our life together, but I already missed the excitement of the previous week. Last week I couldn't wait to get home every night to tease him and I was excited all day thinking about what I was going to do to him that night. Our daily normal life, while great, just didn't have that excitement.
So by Thursday I had decided, while I didn't want to pull out another fantasy from the box quite yet, I wanted to keep delving deeper into Michael's fantasies and I knew just how to do it. Some time ago we had watched a porn movie together and Michael had mentioned he had quite the collection saved from over the years. I didn't think much about it then, as I'm sure most guys have some porn saved, but I got to thinking that Michael's was probably about his fantasies and not just your normal screwing a hot girl.
That day at work I slid into the bathroom and took a sexy picture of the cleavage spilling out of my top and sent it to Michael. He can't get enough of my tits and I knew that would get him going. He responded with "Wow!! Hope I can see more of that tonight!" A little while later I told him if he was good that maybe he would but that first he would have to send me a picture or a little video from his favorite porn collection. The kinkier the better.
He didn't respond for awhile, but about a half hour later I had a couple *dings* on my phone and saw he had sent a text message along with a photo. I read the text first. "Ok, I'll do as you ask, but please tell me if you don't like these kind of images. These are called captions and I may have a mild obsession with browsing them on my Tumblr."
I opened up the image he had sent to see an attractive brunette laying on her stomach in bed with the tip of a cock in her mouth. She was looking up at him wide-eyed, her right hand gripping the base of his cock, and it looked like she may already have some cum across her face. The guy looked attractive at least from what you could see, nice flat stomach and a decent size hard cock. He was completely shaved I had never seen a man shaved in person.
There was a caption in purple on the top right of the image and I zoomed in to read it better. "Time for your annual blowjob. I suck you off as hard and as fast as possible. For every minute you last you get to have one orgasm this year. Oops, did you cum already baby?"
I sat staring at the image for a full minute, reading the caption over and over. A coworker walked into my office and I quickly put down my phone. She asked me if I felt alright and said I was looking a little flush. After a minute of small talk she left and I pulled up the picture to look at it again. My panties were damp. Was this really what he was into? He wanted the torture he went through last week all the time? I had to know more.
I sent Michael a text thanking him and telling him that I really liked the image. I told him if he sent me two more before I got home that he could cum tonight. About an hour later my phone beeped again a few times. "I'm glad you liked it, I was scared to send it to you. As you asked, here are two more."
I opened up the first image to see a topless woman with large breasts lying down on a bed. She was wearing black sheer panties, a black garter belt, and black stockings. In her hand was a big thick black dildo, about the size Michael had been using on me the week before, and a measuring tape stretched down it's length. It measured about nine inches the way she was holding it, but looked like it had an extra inch or two at the base.
It's caption read "I can't believe you bought me this 9 inch black dildo. Remember when we measured your cock and it was just over 5 inches? Now you want me to try and take this black monster? Aren't you afraid it will satisfy me like you never have? It will touch places I've never felt with your little dick. Not only that but it's at least three times thicker than you."
