Waste Not, Want Not: Where Are My Panties? Part 2 of 3

Mystery Boy is stirring in bed. I should probably peak my head out of the bathroom door to make sure he is still asleep. The Z’s are still pouring. Sitting back down I’m realizing my pussy is dripping wet. I slide my hand under my skirt and begin to massage my clit. I want to remember more…

As he stands up from the couch, I notice that his pants had disappeared at some point. His bare legs look strong. You can see the muscles work under the bright red fleece of hair that thickly covers his thighs. His thick cock is stiff. He delightfully grabs and tugs at it, as a small child would do absentmindedly at the dinner table. My eyes travel from his proudly presented bouncing erection upward to his chest and face, which are drenched in the juices of my pussy. I laugh nervously, and he licks his fingers. “Damn, can I get the recipe” he inquires with a smile. He reaches out his hand to help me up, but instead I lean forward to grab a hold to his dick and comfort it within my rapidly watering mouth. 

My sudden move knocks him slightly off base; he takes a small step backward to steady his footing. His breaths deepen every time his cock reaches the back of my throat. His movements are slight but his tightly squinted eyes, firmly balled fists and viciously curled toes, make it seem as if his entire soul is pouring into the shaft is his still swelling cock. It’s funny how stiff his body is. I start to speed up and he loses balance completely, we fall back onto the couch, his now pulsating prick still in my mouth. 

He is silent, except for sharp breaths, until a grunt sneaks out. Now every exhale is paired with increasingly savage grunts. Suddenly he wraps both of his hands around my head, holding it still, and begins to fuck my throat. I like the savage behavior he is suddenly showing. His whole body begins to shake and I know he is going to cum. His hands jerk to move my head, which is unnecessary. He falls deathly still and silent. I can taste his salty, sweet cum as his dick opens fire on my throat.

After a long pause, he finally moves, inhales, and exhales with a giggle. I kneel back and gladly swallow his cum, no use in letting it go to waste. He leans down, gently kisses my lips and whispers “thank you.” I stay on my knees, as he recovers, playing with his still swollen cock. It jumps with his heartbeat and I begin to follow his pulse, letting it bounce on my tongue.

Now that he has recovered both of our Hypnotiq hazes are waning and the curtain of sleep is dropping faster than my panties on our spinning heads. He leads me to the bedroom; I lie down on the deceptively soft all white linens and find my swiftly drifting away. I awake moments later to one of his hands on my shoulder and the other offering me a glass of water. I take it willingly, knowing that the next morning will be an aspirin filled fiasco if I don’t. I finish the water quickly and set it on the dark, wooden bedside table. Mystery Boy then leans forward to kiss my forehead. He then, surprisingly cartwheels over me onto the bed. We share a laugh. He lays his head on my titty and casually swirls the nipple with his tongue as we melt to sleep.