His Secret Pleasure

The scent of rain hung heavy in the air, clinging to the humid summer night as I stood nervously at the edge of the porch, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Just an hour ago, I’d said “I do,” sealing our fate with a simple, heartfelt exchange of vows. Now, I was waiting for him, for the fulfillment of a desire that had simmered beneath the surface of our courtship, a primal need that I’d both anticipated and dreaded. My friend, Sarah, had gifted me a few erotic novels, whispering tales of intense pleasure and uninhibited lust, describing his particular tastes in exquisite detail. Frankly, I’d been overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of it all, the blatant disregard for societal norms, and the promise of an experience unlike any I’d ever known. But here I was, ready to embark on this strange, exhilarating journey.

He emerged from the house, the porch light casting a warm glow on his muscular frame. He was even more breathtaking in person, his eyes holding a depth of passion that sent shivers down my spine. As he moved closer, the scent of his cologne, a musky blend of sandalwood and spice, enveloped me, further igniting the fire within. He reached for my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and husky, laced with an unspoken invitation.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "As I'll ever be," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible above the chirping of crickets.

He pulled me towards the bed, a plush king-sized affair draped in silk sheets. As we lay entangled, our bodies intertwined, I felt a surge of anticipation, a potent blend of excitement and nervousness. He began unbuttoning my dress, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of my collarbone, sending a delicious shiver through my body. The fabric slipped away, revealing the lace lingerie I had chosen, a crimson number that clung to my curves like a second skin.

He then reached down and gently pulled down his own shorts, exposing the magnificent specimen that awaited my attention. It was impressive, a thick, powerful shaft, easily seven inches long, with a head that seemed to pulsate with anticipation. The thought of possessing such power, of being the one to ignite his pleasure, filled me with a strange sense of dominance.

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, my eyes locked on his, my gaze unwavering. I began to lick and suck the head of his penis, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious blend of warmth, moisture, and raw desire. I found myself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving me. My hand struggled to wrap around the entirety of his length, but I pressed on, determined to give him every inch of satisfaction.

As I continued my assault, a primal instinct took over, urging me to draw him closer, to feel every inch of his body against mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned softly, responding to my advances, pulling me closer still. The scent of his arousal mingled with my own, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. He had mentioned a fondness for oral stimulation, a desire to be thoroughly coated in his own seminal fluid. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I reached for a small, plush teddy bear from the nightstand. Gently, I placed it on his head, pulling it down over his face, effectively blocking his view and adding a playful element to the experience.

He let out a muffled cry of pleasure, his body arching as he thrust deeper, his movements becoming more frenzied. I continued my ministrations, my hands and lips working in perfect harmony, intensifying the pleasure he was experiencing. It wasn't long before I felt my own body responding, my muscles tensing, my breath growing shallow. The anticipation built within me, escalating into a full-blown orgasm, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that washed over me.

As I reached the climax, I pulled the teddy bear away, revealing his face, now flushed with excitement and exhaustion. He reached for me, pulling me closer for another round of intense pleasure. The cycle continued, each session more passionate and intense than the last.

Later that evening, after our initial frenzy, I decided to indulge his peculiar preference for having his penis dipped in my bra. I slipped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, emerging moments later wearing a low-cut, mesh demi that barely covered my nipples, paired with a pair of silky white panties. I found him sitting on the bed, patiently waiting.

He slowly retrieved his penis from the bathroom, immersing it in the lace of my bra before rubbing it across my nipples. The sensation was both stimulating and slightly uncomfortable, but I didn’t mind. It was a unique form of intimacy, a testament to the depths of his desire. As he continued to pleasure me, I realized that this wasn't just about satisfying his physical needs; it was about sharing a connection, a shared experience of pleasure and lust.

Throughout the day, I continued to fulfill his desires, both public and private. There were times when I would intentionally come out of the bathroom dressed in my demi and panties, just to watch him take pleasure in the sight of it. And on occasion, I would even allow him to jack me off, letting him shoot off in my bra while I went about my daily routines, knowing that he would be waiting for me with anticipation.

By the end of the day, I was completely spent, both physically and emotionally. But as I lay beside him in bed, wrapped in his arms, I knew that I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. We had embarked on a journey of intense pleasure and uninhibited lust, and it had left us both breathless, exhilarated, and completely satisfied. The rain had stopped, and the moon cast a silvery glow over our room, illuminating the remnants of our passionate encounter. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration of pleasure, a continuous cycle of intense desire and unbridled satisfaction.

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