” he demands while downright worshipping my ass. He kneels behind me and starts to kiss my butt until his tongue finds its way to my asshole.Everyth...ng get’s a little blurry from pleasure and I don’t know when that happened but suddenly I realized fingers massaging my clit. I can’t remember ever having been that wet before. “Whoever you are, please don’t stop!” I ask with a shaky, excited voice. And just like he wants to confirm he understood his fingers slide inside my soaking wet pussy. I woke from one such dream to hear a loud creaking from my bedsprings and the sensation of a weight lifting off of me. Looking down, I saw my cock standing firmly at attention, glistening in the glow of the street light as if wet. I reached down with two fingers, wiped some of the wetness off and smelled it.It didn't have the sour smell like when I masturbated. It smelled sweet. Trepidaciously, I touched my fingers to the tip of my tongue. It tasted like strawberry ice cream.I don't know if my. I loved being able to bring him such pleasure while doing so little. It’s not like it was hard work to talk dirty and give him a handjob.At first, I took my cues from the Penthouse stories. I re-read a few of them and pulled other details from memory and worked in the stuff that seemed the hottest. Of course, it didn’t take long to learn what turned him on the most.He loved the idea of another guy making me cum. He’s never had any trouble doing so, but he still got so excited at the notion of. Ever since the first day she started working at the telemarketing firm I was at, I looked at her as the object of all my sexual desires. She would walk past my cube and I would start to stiffen with sexual excitement, and if I didn't know better she was feeling the same way. We were always flirting and bantering when we had our breaks, looking back it must have been fate the we had the same break and lunch schedule. After a while we would always sit in the caf and have lunch together, just.