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Imagine if you will, there is a knock on your door. You peek out the peephole to see who it is. You’re pleasantly surprised! There’s a hunk of a man standing far enough back from the door to reveal his lean torso, and oh-so-handsome face. He is wearing a smile that causes your insides to quiver. He holds up an envelope in his hands so you can see it.
Your curiosity gets the better of you. You open the door, and he hands you the envelope without saying anything. You take the card out of the envelope and it reads:
Congratulations! You are a winner in the “Your Wish is My Command” contest.
Please accept this Grand Prize, and all the benefits that are rightly yours to enjoy as the winner of the contest.
Know that if you refuse, all prizes become null and void, and he will leave.
If you accept, know that all of your sexual desires will be fulfilled.
You look at the man, who smiles at you. You re-read the card and look back at him. Your mind is racing so fast at the possibilities, you can’t think straight. What to do? Should you let him in, or shut the door in his face? He’s really, really good looking, and from the size of his package under his snug jeans, he’s well-endowed.
“You’ll do anything I want?” you ask.
“Yes,” he answers.
“Anything?” Your heart begins to beat faster.
“Yes, anything.” He looks into your eyes in a way that makes you want to invite him in before you change your mind.
“Please come in,” you say as you step out of his way to watch him as he walks past you. His ass rides above two well-muscled legs.
He stops and turns to face you. You motion for him to sit down. He chooses the couch and pats the cushion next to him for you to join him. Hesitating a bit, you throw caution to the wind, and sit on the couch, but not too near him. You watch him as his gaze wanders over your body.
“What would you like?” his asks. “How about a nice shoulder rub to begin with?” he offers.
How could he know that just last night, you were wishing for someone to rub your shoulders? It sounded innocent enough, and a good place to start.
“Okay,” you answer as you turn your back to him.
His hands are gentle on your tight muscles. You can tell he’s in no hurry and you allow yourself to relax. It feels so good that you lean back against his chest. His hands move to massage your neck. He leans forward and breathes in your ear, nibbling the lobe.
His hands are now on your arms, dangerously close to your breasts. You don’t care and arch your back, presenting them to his waiting hands. He captures your breasts and kneads them gently. Your head falls back and you kiss his cheek. He turns his head to kiss you deeply. You break away from the kiss and move to face him.
“Anything wrong? Aren’t you enjoying this?” he asks, appearing concerned.
“Nothing’s wrong. Everything is right, perfect in fact,” you reply, hoping the desire in your body isn’t showing in your eyes. You want him, but you aren’t going to rush this along.
“Good. What shall I do now?” his smiled as he answered, a twinkle in his eye. It was obvious that he was enjoying his work.
“I’m not sure. I wasn’t prepared to have a man give me whatever I want today,” you reply, shrugging your relaxed shoulders.
“You could remove your shirt and I could continue with my massage,” he suggests. “In fact, why don’t you lie down on the couch and get comfortable?” He reaches to unbutton your shirt and remove your bra. You let him.
He places a pillow to support your back. You lay back. Any thoughts of stopping him from further physical contact with you fly out of your head as you give in to him completely. His hands grasp your breasts, and his tongue teases your nipples. He’s kneeling on the floor and you reach down to touch his bulging crotch. You feel his hard manhood under his clothes. You want to touch it.
“Take your pants off,” you command. “I want to touch your dick.”
“Your wish is my command,” he answers and stands up. As his pants hit the floor, you sit up and grab his cock in both hands. Stroking it, you wrap your lips around it, and circle the head with your tongue. He moans and you slide your mouth down his hot shaft until your nose is tickled by his pubic hairs.
“I thought I was here to pleasure you,” his voice is low and husky.
“You are. I’m enjoying sucking on your shaft,” you mumble, your mouth full of his big cock.
He removes your hands, and then the rest of your clothes. You spread your legs so he can lick your wet pussy. He’s slowly kissing his way up your legs. You grab his head to move him closer as you want his mouth to pleasure you now. He spreads your lips for access to your throbbing nub. His tongue flicks and his sucking makes you hotter and hungrier.
“Oh, yeah! Eat me. It feels so good,” you pant.
You feel the tension rise in your clitoris. You know your climax is near, but he pulls his face back from your hot snatch.
“Why are you stopping? I’m so close!” your eyes beg him to continue.
“I know. I’m giving you a moment to cool off a bit. There’s no need to hurry this.” His hands reach to caress your breasts again.
His hot cock presses against your thigh. Its hardness causes your pussy to demand some more attention. You are no longer in control of your body or mind. You are hot, hungry, and you want him deep in your cunt. You can’t stand the delay of your satisfaction any longer
You say, “I want you now!” as you grab his dick. He flinches a bit at the strength of your grip.
“Okay, okay.” He moves over your body, spreads your legs and slides his long, hard manhood deep into your waiting pussy.
“Oh, yeah. That’s what I want. I need you now!” Your body has completely taken over, and all you can think about is how much you need him to take you to orgasm.
His strokes are deep and makes you so wet. His dick feels so good inside your cunt. You want to feel your sweet release.
“Harder, harder. Fuck me, you stud!”
His ramming cock is driving you crazy. You're beyond caring. You wrap your legs around his back, urging him on. He’s giving you everything you need and your orgasm explodes, shaking your whole body. Plunging deeper into your throbbing pussy, he comes, his boiling juice filling you completely.
Whimpers of satisfaction are all you can manage after the intense pleasure you just received. It’s hard to catch your breath. You notice that he's breathing hard also, and his heart is pounding. Time has lost all meaning, and you don’t know how long you’ve been joined with this sexy man. Sleep takes over as you feel him roll off of you.
You mumble “thank you” as you fall into a deep slumber.
The light of the sun shining into your bedroom wakes you from the best sleep you’ve had in a long time. You stretch out in your bed, slowly coming awake. Was that a dream you had? Your recollections of what happened are fuzzy. What happened couldn’t be real. It must have been a dream, you think, nothing more than that.
Rolling over, you notice a red rose on your nightstand lying on top of the card.
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