I’m stepping out of my shoes, out of my pants, out of my boxers, and in no time I’m completely naked and stroking my increasingly hard cock as Sara rubs her clit, grinding her hips up into her own hand. She oozes sex. She knows she’s beautiful, knows she’s every man’s wet dream, and she owns it, which makes her ten times sexier. I can’t get enough of her. “Come on then, baby. Kiss me better,” she purrs.
I retrieve a small, silver vial from the pocket of my pants, and then I pad barefoot across the room, buzzing with the knowledge that this is going to feel fucking amazing. Sara knows what’s in my hand, and her eyes are already rolling back into her head at the thought of what comes next. Dropping to my knees, I’ve already began unscrewing the vial. I tap a tiny amount of the white powder inside out onto my fingers and then I slowly, slowly, slowly start to rub it into Sara’s pussy.
I’m not really into drugs. Coke’s pretty fucking nasty—I’d sure as hell never put it up my nose—but it does have its uses from time to time. For starters, when you put it on a girl’s pussy, it’s a total game changer. She’ll be writhing and screaming in a heartbeat. She’ll come over and over again until she’s begging you to come, to stop so she can stop, except you can’t because it’s also had the added effect of numbing the ever loving shit out of your cock and you can fuck forever like goddamn superman.
It’s not my habit to put something on a woman before I’m going to eat her pussy, but I’m feeling a little wound tight myself today. Disposing of dead bodies and meeting surprise sisters has that effect on me. Sara’s whole body is trembling by the time I stop massaging her clit with my fingers and I use my tongue instead.
The coke hits me hard and fast, mixed in with the sweet taste of her pussy. It’s addicting, makes my head spin. My dick was already hard, but it goes from erect to rock solid in the time it takes for my heart to pump the drug around my body once, twice, three times.
My pulse is deafening in my ears as I lick and suck at her, fire racing through me, surging over and over again, as I feel good, then great, then amazing. When I slide my fingers inside her pussy, stroking them up against her g-spot in a come here motion, I’m fucking flying.
Sara’s panting like a wild animal, head hanging off the side of the sofa, arms thrown up over her head as she loses herself in the drugs and the sensation of me laving at her perfect pussy. Her robe has slipped away to reveal her small, pink nipples that are already drawn into tight little buds. She has fantastic breasts. I reach up and knead the supple flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples at the same time I lick her. She begins to hyperventilate, the muscles in her legs shaking as the tension builds in her body.
She comes, and when she does she floods my mouth with the sweet tasting evidence of her orgasm. She grinds her pussy up into my mouth, fingernails suddenly digging into the skin of my back, and a wall of heat sears through me making my head spin. I love this. I love making her come. It’s possibly my favorite pastime.
She makes soft moaning sounds as I continue to stroke her swollen clit with my tongue, and soon she’s beginning to pant once more. I don’t make her come with my mouth again, though. Instead, I pull back and grab hold of her underneath her thighs, pulling her roughly toward me.
The seductive, hazy look she gives me as I slide my hard cock inside her has me slamming myself into her really hard. She loves it like this—as hard as you can give it. She loves to feel like she’s riding a force of nature, and that’s what I am right now: unstoppable, untameable, insatiable. She screams as she comes for a second time. When I spin her around onto all fours and slip my fingers inside her ass, her voice is hoarse as she comes for a third time.
I feel awesome as I continue to fuck her, but I know I’m not going to come. The drugs won’t let me. I pull out eventually, ready to concede, ready to go pour myself a whiskey and go smoke that cigar, but Sara has other ideas.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby? You’re not done.”
I laugh, because she has no idea how numb my dick is at this particular moment in time, but I stop laughing when she drops to her knees and begins to suck. A blowjob from Sara is a religious experience. She’s incredible. The things she can do with her tongue would make a porn star blush.
Turns out I was wrong. I can come. After four minutes with my cock in her mouth, my hands are buried in Sara’s hair and I’m thrusting deep into her throat, feeling like my spine is about to snap as I’m tipping my head back and roaring.
She. Is. Amazing.
I can still remember the first time she made me come like this. Cameron was sitting on the very sofa we’re sprawled out over, and I was lying on my back while Sara kneeled over me, running her wet, delicate tongue around the tip of my cock. It should have felt weird having her husband watch us. I’m sure some people would have been highly freaked out. Not me, though. I was so turned on by the experience that she made me come twice in five minutes.