Lisa Had a Bad Day by redpleasure,redpleasure

Lisa’s mouth made a loud sucking noise and a sensation rippled through him causing him to cry out. She took her mouth away to catch her breath, licking her lips and groaning affirmatively at his pleasure. He’d been lost in a daydream and had only just noticed that she’d stepped things up a notch. He looked down at her and saw her head bobbing up and down on the hard pole of his cock, her eyes staring downwards in concentration. Her right hand held the shaft and moved in sync with her head whilst her left arm held her body balanced at the perfect height above him. Her lips looked as good as they felt and were beginning to shed Ferrari Red all over his cock. Now it was his turn to moan helplessly.

“Oh fuck!” He followed this with a strained vocalisation which sounded to Lisa liked he’d stubbed his toe.

It was these kinds of noises which made her fall back in love with giving head. All too often in the past she’d not gotten this kind of enthusiasm making her presume she just didn’t have the knack. That and the feeling of it being over prioritised by lazy partners who didn’t seem interested in anything other than being sucked off. Morgan, of course, gave as good as he got; and his pleasure was fascinating to her. Each time she sucked him, she knew she was creating a moment that he would treasure. And that was a hell of a thing.

She took the cock from her mouth and held it against her lips so that she could breathe against it erotically in between large spit-drenched licks.

“I love this cock,” she said in an uncharacteristically low voice, almost a shudder. This she followed with more spit and more licking, followed in turn by gently pulling down his foreskin to run her tongue all around his pulsating head. Morgan’s breath was in the back of his throat.

She let out a loud “Mmmmmmmmmm” which vibrated the flesh of her mouth onto his cock. “Love my baby’s cock,” she purred. And it was true. His cock was a good length, nothing monstrous. Pretty was the word she thought of whenever she was face to face with it. She just found his hard cock very attractive. He was always well groomed and his hygiene levels were impeccable. Occasionally she found herself wishing he would just be naked about the house more often, but they’d get nothing done, she supposed. It was absolutely no chore to fellate him and she would make no objection to him shoving it in her mouth if he walked in the room with his hard-on in his hand; as on a couple of occasions he had.

Now Morgan growled affectionately at the pleasure, his eyes meeting hers. It was time to mix it up again, she realised. Her lips smacked again as she pulled up from his cock. She climbed astride him with silent grace, sliding her pussy down onto his raging hard cock with a sensual ease that her spit and their cum had combined to permit. He took hold of her by the ass as she gently settled on top of him. Lisa emitted a pained and almost silent utter from her open mouth as she brushed hair back behind her ear, the look in her face turning serious as the pleasure of his cock overwhelmed her.

He held her lovingly by the ass as she slowly rode his cock; that openmouthed expression constant and her eyes locked on his as she peaked and lowered against him. What wasted years his life had been before she’d come along. Could one even claim to be alive if they could not feel this woman in their grasp? Surely the universe, if it had any meaning at all, was in existence to bestow such pleasures upon its inhabitants? He brought a hand to her face and offered the bent tip of his thumb to her mouth. Her pace was still steady. She brought her hand to his as she sucked lightly and lovingly on his thumb, her eyes closed, the gorgeous sensation of his cock filling her pussy beautifully.

“I love you,” Morgan said matter of factly.

Lisa, her eyes closed and pace unbroken, nodded emphatically as she responded “I love you,” in agreeance, the words only slightly muddled by the thumb in her mouth. Like his cock, the thumb tasted of her vagina, something which only heightened her connection to the man she was astride.

Morgan allowed himself a moment to take in the scene. This woman, undoubtedly the love of his life, knelt upright over him, barely able to utter the words I-love-you through her pleasure as she consumed his dick over and over again. It was almost too much yet simultaneously the most natural thing in the world.

She took the thumb from her mouth and he automatically replaced his hand on her hip, holding her properly with both hands again. She continued to bounce sensually on top of him, moving her hands slowly down to her belly again which she stroked erotically, centring the collective sensation of sexual pleasure within her. Morgan got the sense she was less and less aware of her own actions and was becoming lost in the moment.

Lisa began to “ooh” and “ah” more, her face beginning to look more pained. Morgan noticed this. He would have a few more moments of pleasure and then would take over. He presumed that she wanted him to make good on the work they’d done preparing her to be penetrated in the ass and so far that was a him-in-charge operation. Oh well, if I must, he joked to himself, full of disbelief at his good fortune.

He sat upright to meet her and began kissing her, signalling he was ready to take over. Lisa opened her eyes, waking from her stupor. She surprised him by moving quickly and grabbing his wrists again, wrestling him back into a lying position once more, and falling forward until their bodies were parallel and horizontal.

“I want you to cum in me,” she said decisively in his face. He nodded in response as he kissed her. What the fuck was she expecting? He always came in her. There had only been a handful of occasions where his semen had come to rest anywhere externally on her body. “My pussy – I want you to cum in my pussy.” He just nodded, unable to argue. Unwilling. Given his current state this woman could ask him to stab himself in the hand and he probably would not question it. “I stopped taking my pill. I want you to get me pregnant.” This caught his attention. Her rhythm broke finally and proceedings came to a halt as they stared deep into each others eyes. She touched his face gently and asked, “would you like that?” Not a single one of his exes had ever spoken of pregnancy as anything other than unwanted, to be avoided. “Would you like another little Jeanie? Because I wanna have your baby. I wanna carry your child. Nothing would make me happier than to walk around with your baby in my belly for nine months; and for us all to be together. A family of us.”

He felt the need to explain that they couldn’t possibly be any more together. That a biological child could not possibly be loved any more than he already loved her first child. That he didn’t need to own a human being to love the way he already loved. But fuck! He was so horny!And this dirty bitch was clutching the tip of his cock with her tight lips so sweetly that his need to cum had rendered him speechless. He managed an aggressive nod accompanied by a grunt of desire and affirmation.