MARIA KING
“Try this, Maria,” Raymond said, smiling and offering me a bite of decadent pasta. Obediently, I opened my mouth and let him feed me, then I slowly licked the rich, buttery sauce from my lips, savoring every delicious drop. As always, a dish from Raymond’s kitchen thrilled the senses.
“Spectacular, right?” he crooned, reaching out to stroke a honey-blonde wisp of hair away from my eyes.
I nodded enthusiastically. I might be a tad biased, but it seemed I wasn’t the only one of that opinion. That night, we’d offered an all-you-can-eat special at our restaurant. Every bit of food had disappeared—all except for the small plate of pasta Raymond had saved for me.
“When you finish that, there’s much more waiting—”
I looked at him quizzically. I’d seen the kitchen. We’d been completely cleaned out. “What do you have in mind, Ray?” I asked, my blue eyes narrowing.
“Chef’s choice,” Raymond said. “Put your appetite in my hands.”
Curiosity piqued, I agreed. Immediately, Raymond cleared away the dish, then lifted me up and spread me out on our largest wooden table in the center of the restaurant. I continued to gaze at him, taking in his auburn goatee and his sharply featured face, marveling at the way he managed to look so dashing, even in his chef’s whites.
Gently, Raymond ran his strong hands along my stocking-clad legs, sending instant tremors through me. “I thought you might enjoy a little all-you-can-eat fiesta of your own.” He paused. “Or, rather, an all-we-can-eat treat.”
His words—and his voracious expression—let me know precisely what he was in the mood for. I knew that he was going to dine between my thighs, and that I was in store for the best pussy-licking in the world. Raymond understands how to use his tongue, and I was quivering with anticipation. “You’re the one who’s hungry now, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Ravenous.”
“So what are you waiting for, baby?”
“Every good feast deserves to be savored.” He grinned, already in motion as he spoke, reaching underneath my skirt and sliding his warm fingertips against my panty-clad pussy. My juices had managed to seep through my peach-colored satin undies. I’d gotten wet quickly, and I knew this was partly due to the thought of fucking in our restaurant. In the past, we’d never taken our sex sessions further than heavy-petting marathons in the kitchen. But with the front door locked and the lights on dim, it was the perfect moment for an amorous adventure.
Raymond believes that a good meal deserves his total attention. To my great delight, he feels the same way about fucking. He never skips any important steps in the preparation. He says that I’m like a wonderful dish that requires constant attention in order to achieve the desired effect. And that night was no different. With a purposeful look on his face, Raymond stood directly in front of me and pulled me toward him. Leaving my stockings on, he bent down and kissed me, working his way up my thighs to the hem of my skirt. When he reached the split of my body, he pressed his face against the skirt and licked and kissed me through the silky material. I felt the wetness and the heat through my clothing, and it turned me on dramatically.
I moaned as he continued to rub his face against me, and then I made more urgent noises to let him know that I was desperate for him to explore beneath my clothing. Every rotation of his face against my pussy brought me up one notch higher on the pleasure scale. My impending orgasm was going to be fierce. As he pressed more firmly against me, my moans grew even louder. Finally, Raymond brought one hand under my skirt, and his fingers tapped a sexy code against my satin-covered pussy.
“Take my panties off,” I begged. “Take everything off.”
“Everything?” He was teasing me, hoping I’d spell out each spicy detail.
“If you don’t, I will,” I threatened.
Apparently, that’s what he’d wanted the whole time. “Then do it,” he teased. “Strip for me, Maria.”
Charged by the look of desire in my husband’s shining eyes, I stood up on the sturdy wooden table and provided him with a sexy striptease. First, my black mules came off, kicked clear to the corner of the room. Next, I unzipped the short black skirt and let it fall past the subtle curves of my hips. With a nudge of my toe, the garment disappeared over the edge of the table. I was getting more and more into the moment, enjoying every shimmy of my performance.
Slowly, I peeled down my inky-black nylons. I could see myself in the oval-shaped mirror hanging behind the bar, and I knew I looked good. My heavy spill of deep-blonde hair shimmered past my shoulders. My well-toned legs looked enticingly long as they disappeared under the hem of my crisp white top, which was still buttoned primly to the collar. With one firm tug, I had the whole row of buttons undone. I tossed the shirt away and then removed my bra, winging it overhead the way a real stripper might do.
With Raymond so clearly fascinated by my every move, I wriggled out of my panties and let them drop to the table’s edge. He quickly snatched up the discarded garment and brought it to his face. I felt a shiver snap through me as I watched my husband breathe in the darkly seductive scent of my arousal, which was lingering on my panties.
“Down,” he hissed after inhaling the aroma. “Get down on the table, now.”
I waited one beat longer, just to taunt him, but Raymond had tapped his reserve of patience.
“Lie down again, sweetheart. Please. I’m so hungry.”
“Good,” I cooed, as I obliged his request. I was enjoying Raymond’s game now. “We have a special available tonight: an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord.”
I hadn’t even finished speaking before Raymond’s face was between my legs, his hands cupping my ass and effortlessly lifting me up to his greedy mouth. In a second, I felt his whiskers tickling my naked skin and then his tongue parting my pussy lips, searching out the treasure of my swollen clit within.
Raymond paused and then breathed lightly against my tender skin, letting me stew in my own juices for several seconds until my own breathing started to speed up and my fists clenched and unclenched uselessly at my sides. Next, he pinched my lips open using just the right level of strength, holding onto me firmly even though I was so slippery wet. I was at the point of screaming with need when he finally let me feel his tongue, once or twice, in gentle, caressing strokes. He was careful to not go too hard or too soft. Then he massaged my pussy thoroughly with his whole mouth, not leaving any area wanting. He understands that I ultimately require a more focused touch to achieve climax, but at the beginning I’m more than satisfied to be treated to a full realm of sensations, and he’s happy to deliver them.
As I grew more turned on, Raymond traced his tongue in random designs up and over the whole exposed region of my bare pussy—first this way, then that. He made delicious heart shapes in various sizes and smooth round circles that grew smaller and smaller, as if honing in on the bull’s-eye of my clit until I was on the verge of swooning with pleasure. He pushed me up to the crest of climax again and again without letting me fall over the top until he was ready.
Raymond licked up and down once, quickly, as if to gauge how excited I was, and then he settled into a slower pace, using his tongue in meandering movements, electrifying every part of my sopping-wet sex. Each knowing flick of his tongue brought forth a flood of juices, and I imagined that Raymond’s mouth was getting shiny wet, that his whole face might be coated with evidence of my pleasure when he was through. That vision turned me on so much that I groaned and raised my hips upward.
Immediately, he spoke into my pussy, telling me to calm down.
“So good,” I told him. “It feels so fucking good.”
His tongue flicked over my clit in a wordless answer that left me spinning. He gave me several quick licks in a row, and I grabbed his thick hair with both hands and pressed him even more firmly against my body. Raymond wriggled easily out of my grip, showing me once again that he was running this show. Resigned, I lay back down and let him work.
When we’re apart, I make myself climax by mentally replaying the way Raymond pleases me with his lips and tongue. But this time was even better than previous encounters. That night, I found myself on the receiving end of the most amazing session of true oral worship I’d ever experienced. Around and around went Raymond’s tongue before thrusting deep inside me to touch and stroke my most hidden and powerful points of pleasure.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my hips starting to beat out a rhythm on the wooden table. “That feels delicious.”
“This is only the appetizer,” he insisted, inserting one finger deep into my slippery wet cunt. Then he flicked my clit with his thumb before going back to the job with his open, hungry mouth.
He wrapped his lips around my hard button and gave me long, wet kisses. I lost myself in the satisfying feeling of his strong hands caressing my ass, his warm skin against my body, his hot, wet breath playing over my clit like a sexual melody created just for me. I was getting blindingly close to orgasm, and the words were right on the tip of my tongue, when Raymond murmured, “I know you are. I know. Relax, Maria, just let it happen.”
I felt weightless in his embrace as ribbons of ecstasy radiated out from the very center of my being. When he made me come the first time, I brought my legs around his neck, sealing my pussy against his face. There was no thought to my actions. I had to get as close as possible to his mouth. I slammed myself against him, holding on tight as he continued to trick his tongue up and down, devouring my clit and giving me every ounce of the pleasure I so desperately craved. My body worked without any commands from my brain as I tumbled into orgasm.
“Oh god,” I sighed, my voice hoarse. “Oh, Ray. That’s amazing.”
I was certain he’d let me slide slowly back to reality after that, where I could catch my breath as I basked in the glow of my pleasure, but he didn’t. Without saying a word, he continued, using a gentler touch. Paying particular care to the regions around my clit, he employed the flat of his tongue to make large, looping circles that reached all the way up to the ridge of my pubic bone, not approaching my pulsing clitoris at all. I floated in a sea of sexual sensations. My pussy was alive with mighty shudders that reverberated all the way to my fingertips, to the pulse point in the hollow of my throat. I started rocking my head back and forth, not telling him no, not believing that I could be experiencing this type of euphoria right after such a spectacular climax, as if my orgasm were being extended from seconds to minutes.
Then Raymond changed his tactics. He realized that I was ready, and that I wanted it. I wanted to feel his mouth back where it belonged, pressed exactly to my demanding pearl. I came even louder the second time, and then I collapsed as if liquefied on the center of the table. But I realized, even in my haze of happiness, that something was definitely missing. I was the hungry one, so ravenously hungry that I couldn’t wait another minute.
“I need your cock,” I told Raymond, my voice husky with want. “I mean, I need it bad—”
Desperation must have been written on my face, because in an instant Raymond had stripped out of his clothes and pushed himself up on the table, with his knees close to my head. With a graceful gesture, he swiveled his hips so that his erection was poised perfectly over my parted lips.
I sighed with satisfaction. It was my turn to reciprocate, and I was more than ready to do so.
I slid my tongue along his shaft, and I felt his dick growing even larger. Raymond groaned urgently, but I wouldn’t be rushed. I bestowed a long, slow, wet kiss upon the head of his cock before drawing in his rigid length. It felt wonderful to have my throat filled with his organ. I knew how turned on he was, and I understood exactly what he wanted me to do: to eat him from top to bottom, to devour every single inch.
It was my pleasure to do so. I swallowed around his girth, so that he could feel my throat’s embrace, and then bobbed my head up and down, first slowly, then increasing the speed. I cradled his balls with one hand, and then used the other to work the spit-slicked shaft as I continued sucking.
I was dripping from having his hard cock in my mouth, even wetter than I’d gotten during my own two climaxes. I squirmed around impatiently as I swallowed him, and I thought about what it would feel like when he ultimately entered my cunt. He’d find an ocean of wetness and would swim in my juices with each plunge—but not yet. At that moment, it was all about Raymond’s cock, which was consumed entirely by my hungry mouth.
After several minutes, I let Raymond work at his own rhythm, fucking my face, moving rapidly to catch up to me. I moved my hands to his hips and let him take what he wanted, which was my lips pursed around his shaft, his body pumping, moving ferociously as he felt the pleasure growing.
His cock seemed to swell with each forward thrust of his hips. I relaxed my throat as much as I could and used my tongue in a dragging motion along his shaft when he pulled out. Then, I used back-and-forth zigzags as his dick slipped back into my mouth.
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, “your mouth is heavenly.”
The compliment urged me onward, and he let me take control again, rocking up and down on his cock with a ferocious intensity rarely seen outside X-rated movies. It was my goal to make him feel completely conflicted—I wanted the pleasure of my actions to be so great that he didn’t even want to come, that he’d want to remain in that ecstatic state of almost reaching orgasm for as long as he possibly could. When he sighed even deeper and said, “I can’t hold off much longer,” I really went to work, getting the entire length of his powerful prick all gleaming wet and slippery.
I understood how urgently he wanted to come, and I was ready to give him that great prize, letting him reach the dramatic heights he’d taken me to already. That was my plan—suck him right, suck him hard, make him feel so much pleasure he thinks he’ll explode—then make him actually explode. I wanted to drain every drop of his sweet juices and then get him hard and do it all over again.
I was so fixated on my work, and the intensity was so great, that I didn’t immediately realize when Raymond moved and brought his mouth back to my pussy. Suddenly, I felt his hot breath on me, his tongue making those knowing circles on my tingling sex. I cried out, with my voice all muffled by his cock, and came in a sudden wave of vibrations on his tongue. At that same moment, he climaxed as well, filling my mouth with his milky semen.
I couldn’t remember any sexual experience ever before being so intense. It was almost as if I lost consciousness for a second, but I came back around as I heard Raymond whispering, “So, do you think we should keep this item on the menu?”
My mouth was too full of his cock and come to respond verbally, but I nodded my agreement. This concept was definitely a winner: the indulgent decadence of all-you-can-eat nights—and all-you-can-be-eaten nights, too. I’d definitely be coming back for seconds.