She sits on my bed while I watch her from my arm chair. Her cream sweater, yeah, the ridiculous one she wore to the mall, and bra are already off, and she is only in her dark blue jeans. I thought she’d act nervous somehow, but she isn’t. She’s beautiful beyond my wildest expectations.

Her hair is exactly the way it was that first day I met her. A hot, sexy mess, as if she just got out of bed. Her eyes are painted with pink eyeshadow and lined with brown liner. They look like cat’s eyes. The gold flecks in them glow under the light from my bedroom lamps.

She wants to get down on her knees and suck me off, but I tell her I want a slow, deliberate reveal. I want to draw out and capture every delicious moment. So she leans back, sensuous as a cat, and opens the button of her jeans. She brings the zipper down. Slowly.

“Are you wet?” I ask.

“Soaking,” she replies, biting her bottom lip. Seductive. Very seductive.

Fuck, I’m so goddamn hard, I hurt.

With a secret little smile, she lifts her bottom and wriggles those skin-tight jeans out from under her ass and down her legs, while I watch her fascinated. She is wearing one of her boy’s shorts again. I’m used to women in lacey thongs, but hell, nothing is sexier than Dakota in boy shorts.

“Open your legs,” I order.

She obeys, spreading them nice and wide, and I see the wet patch in the crotch of her panties.

“Lightly scratch your clit through the material.”

“Like this?” she asks innocently. There’s something dirty about a woman scratching her clit through her panties.

“Exactly like that. That’s it. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

She moans and arches her back, lifting those ripe breasts. Oh, beautiful.

“Keep scratching baby. Keep scratching that clit. And keep your legs spread open.”

“Mmmmm…” she moans.

“Now push the material aside and show me your tight little cunt.”

She obeys instantly.

I like this Dakota. No back chat. No pig-headed objections. Just a wonderfully responsive submissive sex toy. She hooks a finger into the side of her panties, pulls back, and exposes her pink pussy to me.

I fist my swollen cock and lazily pump myself.

She watches me masturbating. Her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Now get up. Take the panties off and come to me.”

She comes to me completely naked.

“I want you to bring your pussy as close to my face as you can. Yessss…like that. I can feel the heat coming from your pussy.”

I smell her scent and it’s like electricity in my brain. I’ve been starving for her. I start stroking my cock faster and faster.

“Fuck, I need to taste you. Guide my head to your pussy.”

She lifts one foot over my head and rests it on the chair back, so I get a better view of her swollen folds. I stare mesmerized at her open pussy. It is dripping with her arousal. Gently, she thrusts her pussy towards my hot willing mouth. I bury my mouth in her open sex, and I eat that sweet pussy.

Her hands grip my head. “Yes, yes, yes,” she hisses, her voice is thick with lust.

I push my tongue deep into her entrance. Her voice becomes guttural. She’s almost there. I can feel it in the blood throbbing in her clit. Suddenly, she moves her pussy away from my mouth. I stare at it, only a few inches from me.

I stare hungrily as she swirls her clit with her fingers. Hell, I need to be inside her.

“You like that?” she asks.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Wannna watch me fuck my pussy?”

I nod. I never expected her to talk like this. But it works. She watches me as she slides her fingers into her own greedy sheath. Her juices drip over her fingers as they flutter in and out of her own pussy.

Jesus, I’m really close to coming. I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

She positions herself above my cock and inch by inch, sinks her tight pussy over it. “You’re so fucking big it hurts,” she whispers.

… and just like that I come. My body convulsing, as hot streams of seed that should have shot into her womb, fountain up and splash over my thighs and stomach.

I stand up.

A fantasy is all it was…It’s been a long time since I’ve jerked off to the vision of a woman.

I shower and lie on my bed. A cool breeze blows in through the open window. I’m still too full of food, my blood feels heated, and unsatisfied. I could jerk myself off again, but I know it won’t help.

I toss and turn all night, restless, and needy.

I want her for real.