Submitting Again: Part 3

Lou Reed Perfect Day

After several a week of meditating on this fabulous day, I find that I both want and need more...

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At the end of the bed, on the floor, and on all fours, I can feel his legs on mine as he begins to straddle me. His knees are bent as he slaps my ass and lower back, back and forth. I arch my back in pleasure. As I tilt my pussy upwards toward him, he slides his cock into me again. The angle is pure pleasure, the angle is one that I try to find when I am masturbating and close to orgasm. He brings me close and then abruptly pulls out. "This is what you get when you are good and listen." I giggle. Then he smacks my ass hard and tells me to walk.

He still has a tight grip on my hair as I slowly crawl through the house. As I crawl, I sway my hips left and right, making sure I have my wet and ready pussy directed up toward him. Within a few steps he tells me that I am naughty because he has to fuck me. He does... and I cum. With another slap we are walking again and in the bathroom. He has me stand in the shower, still blindfolded with my lace panties. He asks me to touch myself. I masturbate to a massive orgasm. My legs are shaking from the intensity and I can hardly stand.

He then takes me out of the tub, puts me up against a wall and fucks me up the ass. He feels so good as he grabs my hips and pushes into me. I know he is watching his own cock sip in and out of my hole. Abruptly he stops, takes off the condom and makes sure he is clean, takes off my blindfold and walks me to the bed.

He lays down, his cock against his leg. I know what I get to do next. Taking his dick in my hand I go down on him. The taste of latex still on his cock I go down the length of his shaft. Next I lick the bottom from his balls to his tip. After some of this I push his legs up in the air and rim him. I hear him moan in pleasure and his cock gets harder. I move back up to his cock, swirling my tongue and stroking him with the wetness of my mouth I bring him to orgasm. I swallow him cum and we lay there; spent.

After conversation and laughter we dress and head out the door. For the next couple of hours we spend our time talking and laughing over a light (an very late) lunch and a bottle of chilled Tocai. The air felt as if it were a part of our bodies, not too hot and not too cold.

This was a perfect day.