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Introduction:

Okay, here goes............
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If I may digress a bit about our relationship, you have to remember that Val and I don’t fuck. She feels it would be cheating on her b/f. My other Sugarbabies and I do EVERYTHING, but not her and I, yet we do everything but fuck, which may be why our “thing” trips my trigger so much. Joeie and Toni Lee, Jamie, and the two or three others I see from time to time all know that to keep their “Daddy” happy, they must give it up to or risk losing my sponsorship. It gets real intense and is very sexual and sensual between them and me.

But that’s not what Val and I do. Instead, we keep a kind of low key seduction going on, always dependant on HER mood, with the only penetration happening by way of my fingers, a vibrator, or on certain blessed days, my tongue. It’s odd but I seem to reward her more than the girls I fuck. Maybe that goes to the old saying that the best sex takes place between the ears, and not the legs. Valerie is definitely the best cerebral sex I’ve ever had, mostly cause one never knows where it’s going to end up.

And then there’s dress-up days; lots of pole and lap dancing, plenty of hot, sexy pictures, and her solo videos. She loves to parade around naked in front of me, and if you saw some of the smoking hot masturbation scenes she’s done for me as I video taped her, you’d swear she was a seasoned porn star. With Val laying across my bed, gasping and moaning as she pummels her snatch with her twisting, rabbit vibrator, the device buried deep into the folds of her slobbering labia, set to a backdrop of the sounds of a sloppy, soaking pussy swallowing every inch of it. And then there’s her intriguing inclinations surrounding her butt. Valerie’s very anal and has strong, enthusiastic orgasms in her ass. Since “dick-boy,” my nickname for her boyfriend, is grossed out by butt-play other than his drunken journeys into sodomizing her by force, that leaves it to me to satisfy her there. I do so happily. You’d think with all this that we were lovers, but sadly, for me, we’re not, at least in the usual sense.
Which brings me back to my story………….

There she lay in front of me, flat on her tummy, with her cute, round little bum lifted up by my knee under her pelvis, her cheeks spread slightly open revealing her tiny hole. I swear she smells like vanilla and flowers. Even there. And I can’t see a stray hair anywhere near it, save for the soft and fine, dark-blonde, peach-fuzz that seems to cover her all over. My babygirl sure shaves everything clean and smooth. I wish you could see just how hot she fuckin’ is.

While I have fantasies of tying her down and taking her asshole roughly with my fingers, and yes, we’ve discussed that, I have to go about this as gently as I can. It goes to her trust issues. With the thumb and first two fingers of my left hand, I spread her open even more. She moans a little. Quietly.

Smearing the ointment around as I encircle her spincter, she lifts up a bit, like she’s begging for the penetration to begin. I slip the tip of my index finger in and she gasps. Pushing further, I work it in up to the second knuckle.
“Use two this time,” she insists.
“Okay.”
Sliding my middle finger in just a bit, I spread the two digits while bending them at the knuckles, which gently opens her up. She moans again and reaches down under herself and begins to rub her pussy. I listen for that sound I long to hear, the one that tells me she’s getting into the moment and getting wet at the same time. There’s the slightest whisper of a “slurp.” She’s there.

I keep my fingers in her ass but let go of her cheeks and slip my own left hand down her ass to her secret place. Her cunt is wet, and getting wetter. It takes no effort to push three fingers into her drooling box and I start churning them around in the slick warmth. She breathes out loudly and sucks in more air.
Ah-h-h-h.
“Is it good, Babygirl,” I whisper.
“Yeah. It’s good!”
“Say it again,” I insist.
“It’s good. Really, really good!” she moans.
“Good Girl,” I reply.

With her cunt all slippery and drooling onto my left hand, I renew my gentle assault on her bum with my right. Pushing my two fingers deeper into her body, I spread my fingers further apart, stretching her rectum open even more. It hurts, if her wince means anything, but it must be a good kind of pain, if her deeper moans are telling me anything more.
“Aw-w-w,” she purrs. “Do it deeper. Hurt me if you want to, just don’t stop.”
“You want me to hurt you, Val, ‘cause I will. I’d love to make your little bum so sore you’d have to think about me and what I did to you, tonight while you’re laying next to David.”
“I don’t care what you do. Do what you want to me. Just don’t stop till I say, okay?”
“Okay, Babygirl!” I drive the fingers of both hands in harder and deeper.

She yells, lifts her ass up toward me even more, then reaches back and spreads each cheek even further apart, like she’s needing me to drill her even more roughly.
My head is spinning. She’s moaning even louder, squeezing the fabric of my jeans, twisting it into balls in her hands, sweat oozing from her pores, the scent of it filling my mind with thoughts that are becoming more depraved the hotter she gets. I want to know her every way that I can. I want to taste every square inch of her sweet little frame. I need to know what she feels like deeper inside, how her sweat and piss and ass taste and feel and smell. I want to hear her scream with lustful agony as I force orgasm after pulsing orgasm into, across and though her body. I’m drunk with desire for her.

“Bring your ass up to my face, Babe,” I order her.
She does that and I bury my face deep between her cheeks. My lips taste her. I feel my fingers pumping her ass as they brush against my nose. She’s still moaning, only louder. Her spunk oozes down my chin, its sweetness like a nectar from Nature’s own table. I stay at it, feasting like the glutton for Valerie that I am. Somewhere, like a voice far off, I hear her say that she’s afraid she might pass out.

I stop what I’m doing.
“We can quit,” I say.
“Okay. For a little break, okay?” she says.
“Sure.”
“I gotta go pee. Come wipe me when I’m done, okay?” she asks, sounding for all the world like a little girl.
“Sure will, Sweetness,” I say, and get up to survey my face in the mirror, as I wonder if today signals a new era in our sexual relationship. Or if it’s just one more adventure that, despite its intensity, won’t change things all that much in the long run. As it turned out, the latter was the case.

“I think you started my period,” I hear her say, her voice set to a backdrop of the muted sound of her tinkling in the toilet. I look at my face. She’s right. It’s covered from my forehead to my chin with a scary looking smear of tan ointment, her own fragrant spunk, and her own bright red blood. I taste the fingers on my left hand, which are also covered. She’s delicious.

Earning my red wings, a local-ism for going down on your girl when she’s having her period, doesn’t bother me, as long as she’s clean about herself. And Val is. I walk to the bathroom where she’s waiting obediently for me on the toilet. She laughs at my smeary face as I tear of a hank of tissue and kneel in front of her open legs and wipe the piss from her dripping pussy lips.

“Wanna a re-match?” she giggled.
“Yep, I do, Kid,” I reply.
“We’ll have to see. Either way, today’s really gonna cost ya.
“Who didn’t know that?” I answer. And lick my lips again.
2 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-24 01:04:49
kind of a silly story, they do everything but fuck........... if she is so concernedc about cheating on her shitty boyfriend why deos she come to him at all unlesds all she wants is for him to clean her after the boyfriend abuses her............ this guy is definatly a strange one dor putting up with her

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-02 06:38:28
not sure I like this story, if her husband or boyfriend treats her l;ike shit why dose she stay and not live with this other guy who treats with such tendernes and respect

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