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back of my head, but not so firmly that I couldn t move, and
he would feed me his dick an inch at a time. I loved to watch
his facial expressions. He wasn t ashamed to moan and let
me know what I was doing felt good to him.
Byron ate a healthy diet, so I knew his release would be
sweet, and my mouth would get extra wet in anticipation of
bringing him to an orgasm. I could feel him pulsate on my
tongue as I locked my lips around the head and slid down
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the length of his shaft until he pressed against my tonsils. I
loved giving him head while he was standing because I like
being on my knees, and it was almost comical watching him
try to keep his balance while I looked up at him from my
position. I would stand him in the middle of the floor, away
from anything to lean or hold on to, until he begged me to
let him lie down or get in the bed. Sometimes, I would even
let him cum on my face and give me a pearl necklace like
the guys did in the porn movies we often watched. I did
anything to please him, and he would do anything to please
me. It was just like that with us.
Most women I know liked when a man surprised them
with a new pocketbook or pair of shoes, maybe even a new
dress. Byron did all of those things for me, but my favorite
gifts were the new toys he brought home to play with. He
was gone a lot, doing his duty for our fair nation, and he
always wanted me occupied and not stray. I often expressed
to him that I would never allow anyone in his honey jar, and
he believed me. He also knew how much I loved a good
orgasm so, whenever he could, he would stop and get me
something I didn t already have to enhance our time together
and satisfy me when we were apart. He wasn t ashamed to
use any of the toys he brought home and, sometimes, he was
even more excited than I was to test our newest gadget.
Byron s fortieth birthday was approaching, and I wanted
to do something special for him. He had a healthy appetite,
and usually wanted a three-course meal whenever he was
home for dinner. I had it all planned. Candles were set, as
well as the expensive china that he had surprised me with
after one of his trips.
I had been in the kitchen all day preparing our meal.
The appetizer was pecan encrusted salmon salad with light
vinaigrette dressing, served with a chilled peach zinfandel.
The main course was stuffed mushrooms and tilapia over
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a bed of wild rice with grilled sliced tomato. For desert, I
blindfolded and made him keep his hands to himself as I
removed everything from the table, then put sliced fruits
and dipping sauces on it. I removed my sexy little sundress
and climbed on the table directly in front of him. I moved the
fruits and sauces directly in front of me, between my legs,
so that he could easily devour both the fruit and me. By the
time I d allowed him to remove his blindfold, I was topless,
wearing only crotchless panties, thigh high stockings, and
heels.
The look on his face was well worth the hard work. His
eyes were brighter than a child s on Christmas morning,
and his dazzling smile made me grin. I loved and would do
anything to please him. I had a real gift for him later, but,
for now, we would feast and fuck all over the kitchen until
we were too exhausted to move.
Byron started out by plucking a big juicy strawberry
from the bowl and dipping it in warm caramel. A naughty
look spread across his face when swirled the warm gooey
topping all over my pulsating clit. The strawberry felt good
and cool compared to my dripping hotness, and forced a low
groan from my slightly parted lips. I looked at him through
heavily hooded eyelids, hoping he would taste me next.
Byron liked being in control, and he knew what I wanted.
Instead of obliging me, he made us move at his pace. Next,
he took a handful of frozen grapes and pushed them inside
of my warm opening, one at a time, until no more could fit.
I clenched my walls against the frozen treats to hold them
in as long as I could. The cold was almost painful inside of
my tight pussy, but I held on despite it.
Byron had a pleased look on his face. He picked up a
few slices of kiwi and dipped them in chocolate. He ate a
slice, and then fed me one as I struggled to keep the grapes
locked firmly inside of my pussy. He was enjoying his little
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game. Eyeing the juices oozing out of my tunnel from the
defrosting grapes and my own juices, he stood up, leaned
over, and placed his mouth over my opening. He siphoned
one of the grapes from my opening, chewing it thoughtfully
as he licked caramel from my clit. I gripped the slippery fruit
tighter as my clit hardened under his control. His tongue was
daring me to push out the fruit, and then cum right behind
it. His large hands cupped my breasts, and his agile fingers
squeezed and taunted my nipples until I begged him to stop.
One grape slipped from my grasp and landed on the table.
I watched Byron s face closely as a frown spread across
his lips, and I wanted to pick it up and stuff it back in. Damn.
I was so close to an orgasm it was killing me, and I really
wanted to push out all the damn grapes and fill the voided
space with his thick dick. But it was his birthday tonight,
and I knew the rules.
My baby is ready to explode, huh? Byron said in that
sexy baritone voice that turned me all the way the fuck on.
I couldn t wait to feel his mouth on me. Knowing Byron,
I guessed he would start at my toes and work his way up.
The squirming would undoubtedly make another grape
pop out and give him the right to torture me longer. It was
cool though. I d get my revenge when it was time for me to
please him.
Finally, he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, and
sucked me into his warm mouth. I stayed propped up on
my elbows for two reasons. I could watch my man work
and it was easier to control my pussy that way. The slurping
sounds he made as he drank the honey from my jar made me
moan my appreciation. With his wide tongue, he pulled the
now defrosted grapes from their extremely wet prison one
at a time, then fed me one of the tangy fruit. I counted aloud
at his request as he released my captives, relishing the fact
that I was able to hold five more grapes than the last time
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we d played the game. His fingers replaced the fruit, and I
lied back on the table and opened up wide.
Using my tight muscle, I squeezed his fingers as my
juices poured, begging him to give himself to me. At this
point, all the fruit and sauces were scattered on the table
and I was on the edge, begging for a good dick thrashing.
He ate me until his heart was content and, finally, when I
didn t think I could take anymore, he stood up over me and
dangled the prize between my legs.
How bad you want it? he asked while teasing my
opening with just the head. My pussy was a snapper, and
was greedily trying to suck him inside of me. I wanted him
all the way in until he couldn t push anymore.
Instead of responding, I grabbed him around his waist
with my legs and pulled him deeper, screaming when the
head of his dick hit my g-spot. The grip I had on him made it
impossible for him to pound into me the way he wanted to,
so we performed a slow, nasty grind that caused us both to
prematurely ejaculate. He pulled out and tried to sit down,
but I slid off the table and made him stand in the middle of
the floor where he couldn t reach anything while I sucked
his flaccid dick back to its full-grown rock-hard length.
Once he was where I needed him to be, I stood up and
bent over, holding my ankles so that he could penetrate me
from behind. Admiring my shoes as I waited for him to slide
into home plate, I stiffened as he grabbed me by my hips
and inserted himself into my ass instead. I almost lost my
balance as he slowly pushed and pulled himself in and out
of me, surprised that he would even consider doing such
a thing. I had been trying to talk him into anal sex for an
eternity. I felt like he was cheating me out of a gift. I was
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