Dinner With Him

Why don’t you come in and put your bag down?    
   
Relax… stretch out… that’s such a sad frown.    
   
Did your day not go as planned?    
   
Come here lay your head in my lap, I understand.    
   
Let me stroke your hair.    
   
As tender as can be.    
   
I need you to relax to appreciate,    
   
What is going to be.    
   
I see your eyes closed,    
   
And your breathing is steady.    
   
You're wearing too much clothes.    
   
You will soon be ready.    
   
“Do you want a drink, maybe a sip?”    
   
All the while I want those lips on my tits.    
   
You nod yes and I rise and mewl.    
   
Making sure you see my ass.    
   
You do have a good view.    
   
I  get two glasses,    
   
And a chilled bottle of wine.    
   
You open your eyes.    
   
Feasting on my legs, not the wine.    
   
I bend over and give you a brush on the lips.    
   
I am not rushing so I give you no tongue,    
   
Not one bit.    
   
I poured only one glass, the other was a spare.    
   
I straddle his ass, wedging him in with care.    
   
I took a sip of wine letting him watch    
   
My throat move.      
   
I took some more and kissed his parted lips.    
   
Sharing the sweet grape between our lips.    
     
You deepen the kiss and suck on my tongue.    
   
I grind just a bit, enticing what’s to come.    
   
I broke off the kiss and looked him in the eyes.    
   
“I need a straw. The one between your thighs”    
   
I rose to stand and he helped a lady out.    
   
Handling it with care, until I take it in my mouth.    
   
I dripped a little wine on the head that was slick.    
   
I took the straw deep and sucked it back up to the tip,    
   
Looking up, I could not help the smile    
   
Taking him to the back had not happened for awhile    
   
The suction was an extra bonus.    
   
Any harder and his nut would leave its harness.    
   
A light pull because I did not want to hurt him tonight    
   
I need him stiff and ready when I take that flight.      
   
His hand was in my hair, pushing me down without care.    
   
I played and squeezed and hummed a little song.  
   
I felt it was time to move this along.    
   
“My pussy hungry. Are you not going to feed it?”    
   
Swollen lips breathing warm air on the tip.    
   
Lifted up      
   
legs are parted      
   
thong removed    
   
Fingers darted    
   
Inside the warmth of my concavity    
   
Preparing the way for his depravity    
   
“Wrap your legs around”    
   
Grabbing my ass with a smacking sound.    
   
Prompted to hold his shoulders quick.    
   
Shoving inside with his dick.    
   
Was there a rhythm to this insane beat?    
   
Feeding my pussy so much meat.    
   
Mouth to mouth    
   
Tongue to tongue    
   
Ass all out    
   
Dripping with precum    
   
Harder he thrust until there was pain    
   
Hitting the back walls, without restrain.    
   
I was close, trembling thighs.    
   
He was close, closing his eyes.    
   
Once it hit. I did not know what came over me.    
     
I sink my teeth in his neck trying not to breathe.    
   
I felt his shudder as he came.    
   
Coating my insides staking his claim.    
   
Wave after wave of after-shock    
   
Thick coating of cream marked my spot    
   
When senses returned and earth came into view    
   
“Honey, I hope you like dinner. It’s beef stew.”