NATASHA'S DESIRE
NATASHA’S DESIRES
My Jack will return tonight, and I am ready for him…
I am wearing his favorite all black outfit: strapless bra, garter belt with sheer stockings, and stiletto, high-heel shoes...no panties. This is Jack’s desire. Clothing: sophisticated and sexy. Me: available and compliant, yet also hungry and aggressive in sex.
My love, my Jack, wishes all these things from me, and I submit.
I am waiting for him, relaxing on our favorite golden, silk sheets. I drink red wine and am sipping from a large glass. He favors single malt scotch, so a decanter and an empty, cut-glass tumbler is on the table next to the bed.
One glass of wine leads to another—a sultry jazz singer spins her tale of love and desire over the speakers in the room. The bedroom is only dimly lit. I am lying on my back, head against the padded headboard, my eyelids heavy, closing…
I feel the bed move, a pair of large hands on my breasts, a pair of lips brush mine. I keep my eyes closed and pretend I am asleep. My Jack enjoys when I play helpless. A hand trails down my taut stomach and slips between my legs.
“Ahhh, my love, my Jack.”
He answers by sliding one finger into that special groove--gently, but with purpose. My legs open. I am wet for my Jack, have been all evening. A long, thick finger slips easily inside me.
“Mmmm… yesssss…”
Innnn… and out. Innnn…and out. The pace at first slow then gradually quickens and then a second finger joins the first. When it curls upward to glide across that special spot, I let out a soft moan and a whispery. “Gasp”.
I feel another hand reach behind me, release the closure on my bra and pull it away. Lips envelope one nipple and then the other. My full breasts are so flushed, my nipples so hard; even his gentle tonguing is painfully arousing and makes me hoarsely cry out his name, “JACK”!
My pussy is now weeping into his hand. I can stand it no longer and open my eyes.
Not my Jack! A blonde-haired, handsome and mature man. Before I can move, a powerful hand encircles my throat. His two-fingers grip my puss, and he pins me to the bed. I struggle but then look into his eyes.
Eerily in the dim light, his eyes glow a pale blue. Like falling into a deep well, I am powerless to stop my descent. They envelope my mind in a warm blanket of desire and engulf my body in a torrent of lust.
That complete control of my mind and body fuel my passion. I crave this powerful, naked man sitting on the bed between my wide-open legs. And he feeds this desire with his fingers continuing their steady stroking.
His smile widens and his hand tightens around my throat. I gasp, “Who are you!?”
Those blue eyes twinkle; lips twitch up in an impish smile. In a deep vibrant voice he says, “I am your Lust’s desire.”
I take in the strong nose and square jaw…then the heavily muscled chest and stomach…then his full erection. Long, large-girthed, and cut--just like my Jack’s. His balls and shaft are shaven but a thick furry thatch is above it.
He pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hard-muscled thighs beneath my buttocks. He slides us along the silks sheets until my back is once more against the headboard. Then he parts my legs further and presses the purple, glistening head of his cock against my sensitive pussy lips.
“Ahhh, you sweet, lusty man, yes…yessss….”
He rubs it slowly against me and up against my clit.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I feel him press inside me. He slides halfway in.
“Fuck!”
His hands reach down, and he separates my folds to reveal my hot, swollen clit. He pushes his shaft deeper and places one thumb on me...a bolt of current runs up inside me from my clit all the way to my nipples.
He stops, and I almost scream at him. But he looks to the right. So do I. Another man stands next to the bed beside me.
Latin, smaller in build, fully shaven—no hair on his chest or genitals. His penis is large but limp, balls swinging full and free. I almost never see Jack like this. Jack is always hard by the time he is in my bed.
My Lust’s desire is now fully stroking in and out of me with his long, hard cock.
I query the other man, “Who are you?”
In a soft Latin voice he says, “I am your Heart’s desire.”
He pours himself a full glass of scotch, takes a long draft and sets the glass half empty on the table.
I reach up and take his penis in one hand and lift it into my mouth. My other hand snugs up between the base of his cock and his hanging balls and gently pulls down, stretching… stretching.
His cock is warm in my mouth. I rub my tongue along the underside of his stiffening member. Thick, so thick and smooth. He swells and lengthens as I bob my head up and down. I can feel the veins in his thick shaft as my tongue runs along its length.
I pull his balls further down with one hand while squeezing and rolling them together with the other. His shaven sack is soft as glove leather in my palm, the balls firm, but I feel them squish as I grip hard and roll them between my fingers.
“Ahhh…. Ahhh….ahhh…” I hear his pleasure as he fully hardens to my sucking and pulling and rubbing.
My Lust’s desire continues to stroke me long and slow and deep inside my now cream- gushing pussy. His one hand is rapidly rubbing my clit, his other gently pinching first one and then the other stiff nipple.
My Heart’s desire is no longer still. He grabs my head and begins to ram it down on his cock. His cock is so thick, my jaws so wide, that they ache. I gag on each sharp thrust. I feel him tensing.
Both my Heart’s and my Lust’s desire are fucking me like a disobedient whore they want to teach a lesson: painfully hard, without mercy. My body responds back with all its strength, bucking my hips upward and my head down. I will not be fucked senseless without a fight.
I feel their excitement and their readiness. There is a sweaty animal scent in the air.
My own sexual arousal is growing. Deep inside I feel the heat building. My clit is sore with pleasure, my nipples hard. I am hot, sweating, flushed from my breasts to my cheeks to the tips of my ears. I feel like I am glowing, a furnace of sexual energy radiating into the room.
My legs tremble, my pelvis jerks upward and my womb clenches in a wrenching, shaking, rolling orgasm. I am bucking on the bed, cunt and mouth stretched full of cock.
In that moment of ecstasy I feel my Lust’s desire’s warm fluid flood my pussy, hot liquid dripping down the inside of my thighs. I feel my Heart’s desire shoot stream after stream of cum into my mouth, spilling down my chin and neck. It is thick and salty and a bit sweet, and I swallow to stop from gagging.
My legs are shaking, my thigh muscles rippling. I am trembling, covered in my own steaming sweat and sitting in a pool of cum and pussy juice.
I close my eyes to take in a few slow, deep breaths to slow the pounding of my heart and then hear, “Natasha I’m home!”
I open my eyes and see Jack stride into the room wearing a business suit. As he tosses his leather overnight bag on the bed, I panic and look around.
No one. It all must have been a dream.
He smiles at me. “You look gorgeous. You are always my beautiful Natasha.”
I smile back and blurt out, “Always for you, my sweet Jack.”
As he undresses he looks at the table to my right. I do as well. On it is a half empty glass of wine…and a half empty glass of scotch.
…Maybe it had not been a dream…
My Jack will return tonight, and I am ready for him…
I am wearing his favorite all black outfit: strapless bra, garter belt with sheer stockings, and stiletto, high-heel shoes...no panties. This is Jack’s desire. Clothing: sophisticated and sexy. Me: available and compliant, yet also hungry and aggressive in sex.
My love, my Jack, wishes all these things from me, and I submit.
I am waiting for him, relaxing on our favorite golden, silk sheets. I drink red wine and am sipping from a large glass. He favors single malt scotch, so a decanter and an empty, cut-glass tumbler is on the table next to the bed.
One glass of wine leads to another—a sultry jazz singer spins her tale of love and desire over the speakers in the room. The bedroom is only dimly lit. I am lying on my back, head against the padded headboard, my eyelids heavy, closing…
I feel the bed move, a pair of large hands on my breasts, a pair of lips brush mine. I keep my eyes closed and pretend I am asleep. My Jack enjoys when I play helpless. A hand trails down my taut stomach and slips between my legs.
“Ahhh, my love, my Jack.”
He answers by sliding one finger into that special groove--gently, but with purpose. My legs open. I am wet for my Jack, have been all evening. A long, thick finger slips easily inside me.
“Mmmm… yesssss…”
Innnn… and out. Innnn…and out. The pace at first slow then gradually quickens and then a second finger joins the first. When it curls upward to glide across that special spot, I let out a soft moan and a whispery. “Gasp”.
I feel another hand reach behind me, release the closure on my bra and pull it away. Lips envelope one nipple and then the other. My full breasts are so flushed, my nipples so hard; even his gentle tonguing is painfully arousing and makes me hoarsely cry out his name, “JACK”!
My pussy is now weeping into his hand. I can stand it no longer and open my eyes.
Not my Jack! A blonde-haired, handsome and mature man. Before I can move, a powerful hand encircles my throat. His two-fingers grip my puss, and he pins me to the bed. I struggle but then look into his eyes.
Eerily in the dim light, his eyes glow a pale blue. Like falling into a deep well, I am powerless to stop my descent. They envelope my mind in a warm blanket of desire and engulf my body in a torrent of lust.
That complete control of my mind and body fuel my passion. I crave this powerful, naked man sitting on the bed between my wide-open legs. And he feeds this desire with his fingers continuing their steady stroking.
His smile widens and his hand tightens around my throat. I gasp, “Who are you!?”
Those blue eyes twinkle; lips twitch up in an impish smile. In a deep vibrant voice he says, “I am your Lust’s desire.”
I take in the strong nose and square jaw…then the heavily muscled chest and stomach…then his full erection. Long, large-girthed, and cut--just like my Jack’s. His balls and shaft are shaven but a thick furry thatch is above it.
He pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hard-muscled thighs beneath my buttocks. He slides us along the silks sheets until my back is once more against the headboard. Then he parts my legs further and presses the purple, glistening head of his cock against my sensitive pussy lips.
“Ahhh, you sweet, lusty man, yes…yessss….”
He rubs it slowly against me and up against my clit.
“Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
I feel him press inside me. He slides halfway in.
“Fuck!”
His hands reach down, and he separates my folds to reveal my hot, swollen clit. He pushes his shaft deeper and places one thumb on me...a bolt of current runs up inside me from my clit all the way to my nipples.
He stops, and I almost scream at him. But he looks to the right. So do I. Another man stands next to the bed beside me.
Latin, smaller in build, fully shaven—no hair on his chest or genitals. His penis is large but limp, balls swinging full and free. I almost never see Jack like this. Jack is always hard by the time he is in my bed.
My Lust’s desire is now fully stroking in and out of me with his long, hard cock.
I query the other man, “Who are you?”
In a soft Latin voice he says, “I am your Heart’s desire.”
He pours himself a full glass of scotch, takes a long draft and sets the glass half empty on the table.
I reach up and take his penis in one hand and lift it into my mouth. My other hand snugs up between the base of his cock and his hanging balls and gently pulls down, stretching… stretching.
His cock is warm in my mouth. I rub my tongue along the underside of his stiffening member. Thick, so thick and smooth. He swells and lengthens as I bob my head up and down. I can feel the veins in his thick shaft as my tongue runs along its length.
I pull his balls further down with one hand while squeezing and rolling them together with the other. His shaven sack is soft as glove leather in my palm, the balls firm, but I feel them squish as I grip hard and roll them between my fingers.
“Ahhh…. Ahhh….ahhh…” I hear his pleasure as he fully hardens to my sucking and pulling and rubbing.
My Lust’s desire continues to stroke me long and slow and deep inside my now cream- gushing pussy. His one hand is rapidly rubbing my clit, his other gently pinching first one and then the other stiff nipple.
My Heart’s desire is no longer still. He grabs my head and begins to ram it down on his cock. His cock is so thick, my jaws so wide, that they ache. I gag on each sharp thrust. I feel him tensing.
Both my Heart’s and my Lust’s desire are fucking me like a disobedient whore they want to teach a lesson: painfully hard, without mercy. My body responds back with all its strength, bucking my hips upward and my head down. I will not be fucked senseless without a fight.
I feel their excitement and their readiness. There is a sweaty animal scent in the air.
My own sexual arousal is growing. Deep inside I feel the heat building. My clit is sore with pleasure, my nipples hard. I am hot, sweating, flushed from my breasts to my cheeks to the tips of my ears. I feel like I am glowing, a furnace of sexual energy radiating into the room.
My legs tremble, my pelvis jerks upward and my womb clenches in a wrenching, shaking, rolling orgasm. I am bucking on the bed, cunt and mouth stretched full of cock.
In that moment of ecstasy I feel my Lust’s desire’s warm fluid flood my pussy, hot liquid dripping down the inside of my thighs. I feel my Heart’s desire shoot stream after stream of cum into my mouth, spilling down my chin and neck. It is thick and salty and a bit sweet, and I swallow to stop from gagging.
My legs are shaking, my thigh muscles rippling. I am trembling, covered in my own steaming sweat and sitting in a pool of cum and pussy juice.
I close my eyes to take in a few slow, deep breaths to slow the pounding of my heart and then hear, “Natasha I’m home!”
I open my eyes and see Jack stride into the room wearing a business suit. As he tosses his leather overnight bag on the bed, I panic and look around.
No one. It all must have been a dream.
He smiles at me. “You look gorgeous. You are always my beautiful Natasha.”
I smile back and blurt out, “Always for you, my sweet Jack.”
As he undresses he looks at the table to my right. I do as well. On it is a half empty glass of wine…and a half empty glass of scotch.
…Maybe it had not been a dream…
3ヶ月前
