: Strawberries and Cream
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It had been a long day, and the sight of the familiar driveway was a long awaited relief for John. Working long hours was taking it's toll on him in more ways than one; he was constantly tired, lacked a decent appetite and regardless of the bags that had begun to form beneath his blue eyes, he was becoming somewhat of an insomniac.
As he steered his car wearily into the drive and came to a stop in front of his newly painted garage door, he sighed to himself. Another Friday night spent watching non sensical comedy programmes on television, maybe reading a book or staring into space thinking about Monday, when he would be back in that wretched office, fighting with the medieval photocopier and taking orders from someone he was apparently in charge of.
Getting out of the car and stretching his legs, John sighed, watching the cat, watching him from it's seat in the window as he trudged up the path and unlocked the front door. The house was dark and silent as usual, and again he sighed loudly and walked slowly up the stairs and entered the bathroom.
In front of the large mirror, John studied himself carefully, leaning in a little to get a close up of what appeared to be a fine line on his brow. Turned out to be a stray hair, and laughing to him self, he walked out of the bathroom, across the hall and into his large bedroom, where he flopped onto the king sized bed. Letting his mind wonder a little, John closed his eyes and thought about Tess, the only thing worth turning up to work each morning for. The thought of his colleague had him instinctively reaching for his crotch, and idly stroking his stirring cock as he pictured her rounded hips, large breasts and long dark hair, and the teasing, flirty way in which she brushed past him in the office, or bent over to "check the ink cartridge on the printer". She knew dam well that he was watching her every flirtatious move.
Probably even knew he was erect behind his desk as she brazenly bent over yet again revealing her supple upper thighs and the tiniest peek of a white g-string. Laying on his bed now, his penis semi erect, John wondered what it would be like to come up behind Tess and slowly, wordlessly, slip her panties down and enter her hard, fucking her right there in the middle of the office. His penis went rigid beneath his hand at the thought of it. Just as he began to lower the zipper of his trousers, the telephone rang, bringing him out of his fantasy, into the reality of his lonely house, and reluctantly he got up to reach over the night table and answer it.
“I will be there in 10 minutes”, said the woman’s voice.
“Ok”, John replied, smiling to him self as he loosened his tie eagerly. He just had time for a quick shower, so without saying another word, he replaced the receiver, and got up, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aimlessly onto the floor and kicking off his shoes, not particularly aiming anywhere. 8 minutes later, he was standing in his huge kitchen, alone, sipping a glass of Claret, wearing only his dressing robe, when the doorbell rang. His heart jumped a little as he set the glass down upon the workbench and walked towards to front door. Opening it, he grinned wildly, ogling the beauty that stood before him. She was worth every penny. Long dark hair, rounded hips, and large breasts…. Perfect!
Stepping inside without an invite, she turned to look at him as he closed the door, his own eyes not moving from her ample cleavage. She smiled, revealing pearly white, even teeth, and full, soft red lips that he immediately imagined around his shaft. The thought stirred him. In silence, she followed him, across the hall and straight up the stairs, where he led her into a huge bedroom that easily housed the king size bed that was made to perfection. He turned to face her.
“So, what do you think, miss”? He asked, reaching out and gently tracing the line of her cleavage that showed above the low cut blouse she had chosen for tonight.
She smiled and looked at the bed, reaching up to release his hand before walking over and sitting down on the edge of the mattress. She bounced on it delicately.
“Nice and soft” she whispered.
“But I have to say I much prefer HARD”
John smiled again, and walked towards her as she sat there looking up at him. The front of his dressing gown already jutted out, revealing is excitement, and straight away, her fingers began to explore beneath the loosely tied robe. John moaned quietly as she took hold of his penis and in one movement, pulled back on his tight foreskin. It felt fantastic.
He watched her as she leaned forward to move aside the gaping front of his robe, to release his erection from its restraint. Another moan escaped from his lips, which were now very dry. His cock was only an inch from her mouth as she untied the belt which held his robe closed, and he gasped when she flicked her tongue out and licked the tiny tear of precum that had threatened to escape him.
Standing up, she moved the material over his shoulders and off, until he stood before her, totally naked, cock so erect it was painful. Looking down at himself, he could see each and every vein in his cock, imagining the fast, furious flow of blood that had made him this hard. He closed his eyes and rocked on his heels a little. A warm, wet sensation suddenly overcame him, and his eyes shot open to reveal her on her knees in front of him, her lips engulfing him, working more and more into her hot mouth, inch by inch. His balls throbbed against her chin as she took him in completely and he didn’t resist the urge to fuck her mouth, his hands pulling gently on her long hair as she pleasured him.
It was all he could do not to just cum there and then…fill her pretty mouth with his cream. But he didn’t. She had other ideas. Knowing instinctively when he was close to cumming, she stopped, and stood up, delicately wiping her hand across her mouth, before reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra, than tantalisingly removing her blouse. Her bra fell to the floor along with her blouse. John stood there and gaped at her breasts. So large, yet pert…perfectly formed erect nipples that he reached out to flick with his thumbs.
She moaned. He loved it. Taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched on them, watching them redden with blood as they became as hard as little bullets, and then leaned in to devour them with his mouth, wishing he could fit them both in at the same time. He watched her pleasure as he sucked on them in turn, her head tilted slightly to one side, her mouth parted so slightly and her breathing hastening somewhat. He could taste the soap that lingered on her smooth, white skin. Detect the faint aroma of flowers from her subtle perfume, and another scent, of which he was now sure was her sexual arousal.
His tongue danced frantically over and around her breasts, stopping now and then to pinch them hard, enjoying the little squeak of pleasure that she made. John began to kiss below her breasts, leaving tiny wet marks where his tongue had tasted her skin, downwards, until he reached her navel. He stuck his tongue in. She giggled, and grabbing his hair roughly, brought him back up to eye level.
Taking him by the hand, she turned and walked from the bedroom, out into the landing and down the stairs into the hall, where she continued into the kitchen. Being naked, the coldness of the quarry tile floor made him jump somewhat, and he wondered what she had planned for him. Letting go of his hand, she looked at him and smiled a devilish grin and reached out to open the refrigerator door. “I’m hungry, baby,” she said, licking her lips.
“I need filling”! And she hiked herself up to sit on the work surface where her long slim legs swung to and fro as she watched him. Taking the hint, John looked in the fridge to see what culinary delights he could find for her, and straight away picked out a bowl of straw berries. He set them beside her on the worktop, and then delved back into the fridge to retrieve some fresh cream he had bought especially the day before. Closing the door, John turned back to her, loving the freeness of her magnificent breasts, and reached out again to caress them. The strawberries were tantalisingly red and he plucked one from the bowl and held it to his lips in front of her. Biting into it, the juice began to trickle from the corner of his mouth, and he laughed, not bothering to wipe it away. She licked her lips again. Holding the fruit in his mouth, John reached forward and pushed her skirt up, right up to her hips, revealing she wore no panties, and he groaned.
She parted her legs teasingly for him, and immediately he saw the glisten of her moist lips as she spread her legs further for him. Just a small line of pubic hair covered the area above her wet slit, the rest she had taken great care to make smooth and hair free. Taking the berry from his mouth, John moved between her legs and placed it against her slit, slowly beginning to run it up and down, smiling at the pink, wet trail it made on her already wet lips. She giggled and squirmed a little, probably from the chill on her skin, then moaned when he pressed the fruit into her, and gave it contact with her sensitive clit.
He twisted it against her bud, and watched as her hands gripped the edge of the worktop in pleasure, her eyes closed tightly; savouring the sensations he was giving her. This was new, and she liked it, he could tell. Between thumb and forefinger, John squeezed on the strawberry, slowly squashing it against her, until it was pulp, and holding her legs open, he moved his mouth to where his hand had been and began to lick and suck the juices from her.
He was careful not to press too firmly with his tongue, avoiding direct contact with her swollen clitoris that he could now see had gone hard, but instead licked up and down the slit, before pushing inside her to mix the sweetness of the strawberry with that of her own cream. Finally he focused on her clit, the tip of his tongue jabbing at it, causing her body to shake and buck in ecstasy. She was so wet now and her moans were becoming louder, her grip on the work surface getting stronger, and John knew if he kept this up for much longer she would cum right into his mouth. As much as he wanted to taste her climax, he didn’t want it to end just yet, so he stopped pleasuring her and stood up again.
Her eyes almost pleaded with him to continue, but instead of granting her wish, he plucked her from her seat, and stood her up. Walking to the kitchen table, in one swipe John cleared it of its contents, and grabbed her, forcing her down onto it, where she lay, her skirt still thrust up above her thighs, her eyes watching his every move, a wry smile playing upon her gorgeous lips. Retrieving the tub of cream, John went over to her, and opened it.
Without a word, he poured the cold white liquid onto her naked body, making her gasp in shock at its icy touch. With both hands he smeared it over her skin, over her breasts and down between her slightly parted legs. Then he began to lick. Wanting her to remain as wet as possible, John slid two fingers deep inside her as he licked the cream from her chest and tummy, twirling them round, delving in and out, fucking her with his fingers while she writhed on the table beneath him. Moving closer in, his cock was rigid, and close to the side of her face, and she turned her head to face him.
Pushing his hips forward slightly, John pressed himself against her mouth and she began to suck hard on his throbbing cock, which his precum was now flowing freely from. It was all he could do not to stop his own actions and allow himself to cum, but he gained so much pleasure in making her cum that he didn’t stop, and agonisingly continued to lick the cream from her, while she orally brought him closer and closer to the edge. Forcing himself from her mouth,
John fingered her faster and harder, all of the cream now gone apart from that between her splayed legs, and moving down her body, he pressed his lips against her painfully swollen clit, sucking it right into his mouth and holding it there while she squealed in delight. He could taste the cream mixed with her tangy juices, more and more of it flowing over his fingers as he rammed them into her. “Fuck me, just fuck me” She whimpered, lifting her ass off the table at him, willing him to replace his fingers with his cock, and with no further pause,
John moved round to stand between her legs, his cock poking at her sodden slit. In one hard thrust, he entered her. They both cried out, and faster and faster John fucked her, his hand coming up to press his thumb on her throbbing clit, rubbing harder than before on it, this time wanting her to cum. And she did. He felt her body go stiff; his cock was suddenly gripped in a vice like hold by the muscles inside her as she came, but he didn’t stop pumping.
She screamed his name, and bucked wildly, her breasts bouncing madly, and he soon felt his own orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. He slammed as hard as he possibly could into her, over and over again, her own cum making his entry easy and slick, and within seconds he came. His knees went weak, and as the first shot of cum escaped him, he cried out, digging his fingers into her thighs as he held them apart. He kept cumming; more and more of it filling her spent pussy, trickling out and down to settle in a small pool at the base of her ass on the table.
She was still panting, gasping his name, and gripping the edge of the table as he ground his spasming cock into her. Finally, he began to calm, and slowly, he eased himself from within her, a stretch of sticky cum visibly locking them together. Reaching down between her own legs, she wiped it with her hand and then brought her fingers to her mouth to lick the juice from them. She smiled. Reaching forward to take her hand,
John helped her up from the table, and steadied her a little when she stood. He leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips, his hand brushing away the hair on her face that was matted down with sweat. Her face was radiant and flushed.
“Happy anniversary, darling”, she said, returning his kiss and holding him close to her.
“Same to you baby”, John, replied to his wife.
Tess grinned and without another word, walked from the kitchen and up the stairs to wash the evening’s fun from her tired body.
Somehow, the prospect of Monday didn’t seem so bad to John after all.
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