Ideal Situation:
My ideal encounter:The evening unfolds slowly at your place, the low lights casting a warm glow over everything while the open bottle of wine sits between us. You greet me at the door in that soft, loose outfit that clings just enough to show the natural sway of your breasts and hips. We talk for a while, voices low, the tension building with every shared glance until the pull is too strong to resist.
You draw me in first, but soon I guide you down onto the couch, spreading your thighs as I drop to my knees. My hands glide up your legs, parting them wider. I press slow kisses along your inner thighs, breathing in your scent before my tongue slides out to trace your outer lips. Long, deliberate licks part your folds, tasting every inch as I suck gently on your clit and then lap at your entrance, drinking the wetness that gathers.
I shift lower, circling the tight ring of your ass with my tongue, licking and pressing until you moan and push back. I alternate between your dripping pussy and ass, switching from deep hungry licks to focused attention on your swollen clit. My fingers spread you open, holding you steady while my mouth works you over. Your thighs tremble around my head, your breathing turning ragged as I keep going until you're right on the edge.
Only then do I ease back, chin slick, asking if you want to come on my tongue. When you give in, I stay right there, licking you through every pulse and aftershock until you're spent.
I rise to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself, but the night has more in store. Another man has been watching from the armchair across the room the whole time, his eyes fixed on us, his cock already hard in his pants. You notice him too and the air thickens with new possibility.
I move to him without hurry, sinking to my knees between his legs. You join us nd your hands free his cock, and you feed him to my wet mouth, sucking slowly at first, my tongue swirling around the head before I slide down to take more. He groans as I work him, my lips tight around his shaft, saliva glistening as I bob my head up and down, up and down in a steady rhythm.
You are watching us, touching yourself, before you beg me to fuck you. So, I step behind you. I lift the loose fabric, exposing your ass and pussy, and slide my cock into your wet heat in one smooth thrust. You now bend over and take him into your mouth and suck his cock as I fuck you from behind, my hands gripping your hips, moving in long, unhurried strokes that let you feel every inch. The three of us find a rhythm, your mouth on his cock, my cock buried in your pussy.
I build steadily, thrusting deeper until I pull out and stroke myself over your pussy, shooting thick ropes of cum across your ass. I stay hard, my cock still throbbing, and drop to my knees behind you to bury my face between your legs. My tongue laps at the mess I made, licking your cum-covered ass clean, I reach down further and begin sucking your clit and tasting the mix of us while you continue sucking his cock above me.
My erection never fades. Once I've cleaned you thoroughly with my mouth, you turn your attention back to me. You release his cock and crawl over, taking my still-hard length into your mouth, sucking the taste of your pussy and my cum from me while he watches. You work me slowly, your tongue and lips drawing out every sensation as the night stretches on with more to explore.