Pizza Pie

I’m so excited. She’s going to be here in about twenty. I’ve done all I can do to get ready. So, now I just wait. And pace.                                        
                                       
I met her online in a swinger’s chat room. I haven’t been with that many women and to be honest, I much prefer fucking men, but there’s just something about her. Aside from being beautiful, we have a lot in common. Over the last few months we’ve grown a bit closer. Texting and talking on the phone, along with the occasional video chat always has me wanting more. We both agreed that if we don’t end up playing, we would remain friends. I’m supposed to play with her and her boyfriend, but we haven’t had the chance to meet up. Then the other day she told me an appointment she had was cancelled and she happened to be free. Without giving it too much thought, I sent an erotic video of two women playing while at work in response. It was hot AF. She responded with a heart and a fire emoji.
 
She arrived at my door looking relaxed and beautiful. I hugged her and let her in. She was wearing the most heavenly perfume, her sex. I caught a whiff immediately. I couldn't contain my smile. I think we're going to be more than just friends. “Do you mind if we stay in and just make a pizza? The weather is crappy, and I’ve been letting the dough rise already. It should be done in about forty,” I asked as I checked her out. Her long raven hair cascaded in ringlets down her back, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it or grab it fistfuls as I yank her head back for a kiss. She was thinner and taller than me and I found myself start to seep as I was picturing her naked. She told me she lost a significant amount of weight and needed the surgery to correct the skin hanging at her waistline. She seemed a bit nervous to tell me. She looked so beautiful that it didn’t matter. I don’t judge, I appreciate all beauty. Besides, I liked her character. A lot. So, her beauty and her body were an added bonus. “I love homemade pizza. Yes, let’s eat in,” she said, and we both laughed. Now that was funny, because that’s exactly what I planned on doing.                                        
                             
“What do you have to drink?” Besides you, I thought and laughed to myself. “Captain Morgan and Coke, Peach Crown, some gin that a friend of mine likes, I have no idea what it tastes like, red wine and coconut tequila. I mix the tequila with pineapple juice. It’s perfect for a refreshing drink in the summer.” “You trying to get me drunk?” She laughingly asked and I just chuckled. No sister, I want you sober enough to play and remember today.
 
I mixed the tequila and pineapple, turned up the music a bit and we sat at the kitchen table and talked. I learned that she and her boyfriend were going to Bike Week near Myrtle Beach and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re never going to believe this. My sister owns a few condos in Myrtle Beach, I’m going to be there that week. Maybe we can hang out.” She looked at me and smiled. I want today to work out, I really would like to see her again. At this point I’m not even thinking about playing with her boyfriend. All I can think about is ravishing her, which is unusual for me. When I’m with women I’m the submissive type. We haven’t even played yet, and I could tell this was going to be a fruitful relationship. She's gorgeous and we have so much in common. And those black booties she is wearing are sexy. I’m going to have to remember to ask her where she bought them.
 
The timer went off for the dough and I got out the toppings. “I’ve never stretched dough before.” “Would you like to? I’ll show you how.” “No, I want to watch your hands,” she said confidently, as I looked her up and down. “Girl, you’re going to have your eyes closed, you’re not going to be able to see anything.” She gave me a dazzling smile and sipped her drink. Fuck, I was wet. I spread the flour and asked her to grate the cheese. There was flour all over the table and some got on her black sweater. “Here, I’ll get you an apron." “No, I got this,” she said, as she took off the sweater. Her luscious breasts were encased in the silkiest lilac bra. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate on making the pizza now? This thing better not burn…                                        
                               
After we ate and three drinks later, I asked her if she would like to sit in the living room. The couch is definitely more comfortable than the chairs in the kitchen. She never did put that sweater back on. My eyes traveled from her face to her breasts and back to her face the entire time we sat at the table. I just had to touch her. Her breasts looked perfect in that bra, and I wanted to see if she had on matching panties. I thought about the sexy selfies we exchanged the other night. It was the first time we were so bold with each other. We were both clothed, but the photos were so erotic. She wore a lime green panty set, the waistline a bit high. It hid her stomach and accentuated her hips. All I could think about was diving into her pussy and being surrounded by her sex. I wore a red and black lace nightie that accentuated my nipples. My main guy loves my nipples and now all my lingerie is just for that purpose. I hoped she approved and when she smiled and said she wished her breasts were as big as mine, I assured her that she was a queen, deserving of all the attention a person could give her.
 
We talked for a few minutes, and I leaned in to kiss her. It soon became apparent that this was my show. They were light, soft kisses that left me aching and wanting more. Needing more is more like it and my kisses soon became aggressive and hungry. I sucked and bit on her bottom lip every now and then, imagining it to be her pussy lip and put all the passion I was feeling into the kissing. She pulled back to look at me and I nodded. Then she reached behind her back and took off her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. Full breasts with small areolas and tiny nipples that were standing at attention begging to be sucked. Without hesitation I took one in my mouth as she leaned into me. I began to unzip her jeans and she kicked off her boots. This raven-haired beauty was my dessert, and pizza or no pizza, I was still hungry.
 
She stood up and I hurriedly pulled down her Levi’s. She did have matching panties on, and I could see the damp spot between her legs that was generating the intoxicating scent I caught earlier. I tore down her panties, pushed her back into the couch and took them off her. But before I plunged into her pussy with my tongue that was now begging for her sweetness, I stopped and lightly kissed her stomach. I wanted her to be reassured that it didn’t matter to me that she had extra skin there. I actually found it sexy. Fuck, everything about her was sexy and I wondered what it would be like to treat her body like a playground, to just have my way with her. She parted her legs and sighed.
 
Damn, she was loud. Louder than me, if that's possible. As I was getting intoxicated on her fine wine, I had a fleeting thought that my neighbors might hear her. Then I remembered that nobody here knows I’m bi, so they would probably think I was just watching a sexy movie, something I do often. Her moans and cries were exciting me further as I was feverishly ravaging her. Her pussy was delicious. I couldn’t get enough, but I wanted to lay on the bed and languish between her thighs, so I stopped, pulled her up and took her by the hand and walked her into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and turned on my tv. My sex playlist songs are on YouTube, so I found the list i liked best as she sat naked on the edge of the bed.  
 
“What about you?” What about me? I was trying to figure out what she meant when she stood up and pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head. Then she smiled  
and hugged me while taking off my bra. I held my arms over my head and waited. My double D’s were released and I heard her sigh. Yes, they’re huge. Most men get lost in them. I thought it might just be a man thing, but apparently not. She cupped one breast, as if weighing it in her slender hands and then sucked on the erect nipple of the other. The goosebumps appeared immediately. I lowered my arms and began to caress her tresses as she suckled. Damn, I’m going to also have to ask her what she uses on her hair. Her curls are soft and bouncy, exactly how I want mine to be.
 
I stopped her and pointed to the pillows. I was peeling off my jeans and panties as she was crawling on the bed, and I looked at her ass. I could see her glistening, gorgeous vulva and I put my hands on her ass cheeks to stop her from moving. Then I got on the bed, lowered my head and began to lick. She arched her back, sticking her beautiful ass higher in the air to give me more access, and I began to lick from her clit to the back of her pussy, stopping just before her other entrance. I licked everything. Her thighs, her outer pussy lips, her inner lips, her clit. I could do this forever. If I had a fortune I would give it to her, just to get her to stay longer.
 
She came in minutes, moaning and soaking my face. She didn’t tell me she was a squirter. I’ve only had one other woman that squirts. The first time was also a surprise, but the tarp should have been a dead give away. I thanked God for that woman at this moment because she taught me how to make the torrent never end. I motioned for her to flip over, and she obediently obliged. Then I reached under the pillows and grabbed the glass dildo I had there. It was waiting just for her and as I watched the surprised look on her face change into one of delight, I went to quick work. Normally I keep my glass dildos in the refrigerator, the feeling of a cold glass dildo in my pussy feels so damn good, and I knew she would appreciate it as much as I do, but I didn't want to have to stop to go get it. I wasn’t worried about the bed. My mattress cover is thick, I had the foresight to put a tarp underneath it and the linens can be laundered. My new mission was to recreate Niagara Falls.
 
I began rubbing the dildo on her clit, applying pressure as it went side to side. Her hips instinctively raised, I pressed one hand just above her mound and pressed down while using the dildo on her slick clit and lips. I could feel the tension building within her and in seconds her essence squirted in the air. I opened my mouth and drank her love juice as she soaked my face. The first time I tasted the juice from squirting I was pleasantly surprised. It was not as I anticipated; it wasn’t half-bad. It was the act itself that aroused me and knowing how much pleasure she was having that got me off. It rained for a total of twenty minutes. Damn, this girl never stops. Even my hair was soaked. How much does she have left in her? It doesn’t matter. For the moment she’s all mine and I’m going to get drunk on her.
 
“You’re turn,” she said breathlessly, and I wondered if she had the strength. I mean, this woman could barely move. But once we switched positions she got down to business. She took both hands, spread my lips and lightly licked. It was like I was zapped by a lightning bolt. The hair on my face stood at attention and I instantly began to sweat. It was heaven. Her soft, moist tongue danced on my lady parts and my hips ground into her face. We immediately developed a rhythm as if we’d been together forever. She didn't seem to mind my large pussy lips, I think it got her off. Normally, it's just a Black guy thing, White guys don't seem to be into large pussy lips, but she loved them. She was moaning and the vibrations on my clit were driving me wild.  
 
I love bi women. We get the best of both worlds. I think we learn to be the aggressor from our male partners, and I love to be dominated by a woman. But today was different. I was the aggressor and as she lapped, lightly bit and sucked, I told her what a good girl she was, and I caressed her hair. Each time she raised her head a bit and looked into my eyes as if seeking my approval. I was on a power trip, heady from her beauty and the scent of her, and even though I was enjoying being serviced in the most pleasurable way, all I could think about was getting back into her juicy, warm and tasty pussy. Just as I was imagining the taste of her, she changed up the rhythm and my thighs began to shake. I instinctively grabbed my ankles, widened my legs and she let go of my lady parts. I was spread open and lathered in my own honey. Immediately my world eclipsed, and I was screaming. Fuuuuuuuck!                                  
                                   
Afterward, I held her in my arms and whispered, “I’m not usually so aggressive with women. I don’t know what came over me.” I was spent. I could barely move. She rocked my world and almost left me for dead. It was taking all of my strength to just hold her. As I was slowly stroking her gorgeous tresses, she looked up at me and said, “a good dominant knows when to let a sub take control. Good girl.” My breath caught in my throat as I was looking down at her. She was looking up at me with the most satisfied smile on her face, just like the Cheshire Cat.