He sat at his desk trying in vain to complete the research he was working on. But these distracting thoughts kept running rampant in his mind...SHE was working on him again. That wicked vixen who seemed never far from his musings. Lately, all he could think about was the last time they made love. Because that's what it was, making love. When he closes his eyes, he can not only see, in his mind's eye, the way She looked then, but he can still imagine the scent of coconuts from the body cream She wore. As he drifted farther away from his work and deeper into his imaginings, a fantasy started to unfold and he began touching himself as he pictured a different scenario from the one that actually took place...
:..He hungered for her. He had such pent up desire that every time she crossed his mind today, he felt his cock begin to twitch. It was a powerful and empowering urge. He just HAD to have her...to take her. So he was waiting & listening for the sound of her car as she pulled into the garage after arriving home from shopping. When she walked in the door, he was standing right there and he took her bags & tossed them on the table as he pushed her up against the door. She gasped with surprise, but he cut off her protests with a hard, long kiss as he pressed his body against hers. The fingers of his left hand were tangled tightly in her hair. With his right hand, he reached down and stroked the up & down her thigh and ran his fingertips under the tops of her stockings. She was beginning to moan against his mouth when he turned her head to the side and began licking and sucking on her neck...just behind her ear, down the column of her throat, against the pulse there. Her breathing started to get jagged, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her as the right hand moved upward and brushed against her panties. He felt that moist spot there & knew that he had gotten to her. He took a few moments to tease her by stroking his fingers just under the band & grazing her pussy lips, making her moan even louder. Her moans & panting incited him and he hooked his fingers on the panties and jerked them downward. She gasped again and then nearly groaned with pleasure as he thrust two fingers into her wetness and pushed them in & out. God he was crazed with lust & just wanted to fuck her right then! But first, he had to see more of her. So he pulled back a short step & used his left hand to rip open her blouse. She was wearing a skimpy lace number in the same dark green as the panties now resting around her knees. He could see her hard nipples pushing through the lace as he roughly grabbed one breast & kneaded it in his hand. She was beginning to writhe against him now...her reactions driving him crazy. She protested when he removed his fingers to open his fly. And then he yanked her skirt up and lifted her hips to impale her on his raging hard on. She was always so invitingly wet & the hot, tight wetness nearly made him lose it right then. He whispered incoherently as he banged her right up against the door, all the while thinking "yes...this was just what I needed"...:
he was so intent on his fantasy and the ecstatic feelings he was having from stroking his cock, he never even heard Her walk in. he was startled from his reverie when She slammed the door and he looked up to see Her standing there with a stern look on Her face & hands on hips. She demanded to know what the hell he thought he was doing, touching himself without Her permission. he stammered out some lame reply about a daydream and how he had been fantasizing about Her. She walked over to him with her back turned and her legs slightly spread. Then she bent over & flipped her skirt up so that he had a perfect view of her ass & thin strip of her lace panties. "Is this what you were fantasizing about? Or was it this?", She asked him as She slid the panties aside and exposed Her pussy to him. he was still so insanely horny after Her interruption that he nearly stuck his tongue out to lick her, taste the nectar, but he knew She would really punish him if he fucked up like that. so he just mumbled his assent and gazed at Her sweet pussy. She stood up & ordered him to strip down and lie on the bed. as he obeyed Her command, he wondered what was in store for him. She looked at him as She began slowly unbuttoning Her blouse, teasing him with just the barest glimpse of the tops of those luscious breasts. and when She peeled it off, he was gazing at the same lace bra and hard nipples from his fantasy. then She turned Her back and unhooked the bra. She watched him over Her shoulder as She reached back to unzip the skirt She was wearing. he could feel himself get even harder as she slid it ever so slowly down across her hips, exposing that fine ass of Hers. when She turned around and slid the panties off, he almost shivered with anticipation. then She climbed onto the bed & straddled him, wearing nothing but the stockings and high heeled boots that She favored. he felt almost as if he'd died and gone to heaven as She pushed Her ass onto his face & over his mouth and nose, and began teasing his cock with her cool fingertips. he was nearly intoxicated by the scent of Her...that exotic smelling coconut he remembered so vividly. all the while She was telling him what a bad boy he was for touching without Her. She spent such a long time that day "smothering" him and Queening him. he was "forced" to indulge Her every whim with the ass worship and lick her pussy until she came over & over. he knew that his punishment would be orgasm denial. and She proved him right by bringing him to the edge many times, only to stop!
would the partial fulfillment of his fantasy be enough to "exorcise" the demon of her from his mind? doubtful!
LOL