Page 40 of Perverted Fantasies

“No,” Madison said. “I’m good on wine.”

“O-kay,” I said, drawing the word out. From her tone I figured I’d missed my chance and now the night was going to come to a quick end. As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“So what now?” I asked. “Do you want to watch some television? Listen to music?”

“Actually, I’m feeling pretty dirty,” Madison said, standing up. “I think I need to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

I was caught completely off guard. But I managed to say, “I’d love to,” without sputtering and hopefully without too much surprise showing up on my face.

“Then let’s go,” she said, holding out her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet then led me down the hall.

She led me into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a huge shower, at least ten feet long, with two heads, each on an opposite wall.

As the water warmed up, Madison slipped out of her black dress, revealing nothing underneath but a beige g-string. As I stood staring at her, mesmerized by her ridiculously tight body, she dropped to her knees, right there on the tile floor of the bathroom. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my cock in her hand shortly after that.

After jerking me off for a bit to get me hard, she smacked my cock against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside of my shaft, beginning near my balls and making her way towards the tip.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it as she worked my cock, torturing me by moving slowly and gently over it with her tongue, paying attention to every centimeter of it, in no hurry at all.

“Holy shit that feels good,” I said under my breath.

Her eyes lit up and I could see she was smiling, even as she continued working my cock. She was obviously enjoying herself, although I suspected she just enjoyed torturing me.

Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she dropped her head further down and started working on my balls, sucking on them one at a time while she continued jerking me off with deliberate hand movements.

I took another deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to control my breathing. It was only moderately successful.

After playing with my cock and balls for a little while longer, Madison slowly climbed to her feet, kissing my stomach and chest as she made her way up. With her hand still grasping my rock-hard cock, she turned around so her back was to me and smacked my cock against her ass a couple of times, her upper body turned towards me so she could watch my face as she messed with me.

“I think the water’s hot enough now,” she said in her sexy, throaty voice. “Do you think you can help me get my panties off?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement coursing through my veins.

I hooked my fingers around the waist of her g-string and bent down, dropping to my knees, slowly peeling her panties off as I went. Once I had them off, her amazing, impossibly firm ass was right in front of my face.

I couldn’t just let the opportunity pass me by, especially after what she’d already done to me. So I gently pushed her legs further apart, them put one hand on each of her asscheeks, spread them wide, then buried my face in her ass.

“Oh my,” Madison said, still sounding in total control, as she had all night. “That was unexpected.”

Smiling at her reaction to my little maneuver, I went to work on her pussy with my tongue, running it up and down her snatch, increasing the speed with every pass. Once she was good and wet, I pressed my face forward, burying my tongue inside her.

With my tongue deep in her pussy, I looked up the length of her body to see how she was reacting to my intrusion. Due to her lack of vocalization, it was difficult to tell.

From what I could see with my limited point of view, her arms were locked out against the wall and her head was thrown back, spilling her hair down over her shoulder and down her back. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. So I forced my tongue further inside her.

This got a reaction from her, in the form of a gasp and a low moan. Plus she pushed her ass further back against my face, forcing my tongue even further inside her pussy and practically smothering me with her flesh.

As the water rained down in the shower, waiting for us to enter, I held my face against Madison’s insides, unable to breath but not caring in the least, tasting her sweet muskiness as she grinded her ass against me.

At some point—I’m not sure how long; time is funny when you’re face is buried in a woman’s ass—I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to get some air into my lungs. So I pulled back and took a deep breath.

I was just about to dive in again when she grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. Turning around, she pulled my shirt off then pressed her body up against mine, her small, firm tits pushing against my chest and my cock rubbing up against her stomach.

“Thanks for that,” she said, smiling up at me, our eyes locked together. “You caught me off guard a little bit.”

“What? You didn’t expect that from me?”

“I don’t expect that from any man,” she said. “At least, not after just one date.”

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