It all started normally. We were sitting on the couch, relaxing, enjoying eachother's company when he pulled me in to a kiss. It very quickly evolved from kissing, to our hands roaming, and before long I was topless and his dick was in my hand.

As I've done hundreds of times I got on my knees and began to give him a blowjob. As he's done hundreds of times he complimented me, and told me how good I looked with his dick in my mouth. I always appreciate hearing that.

He went further this time, though, expressing how he wished he could have seen the way I gave his friend a blowjob. It's a story from a previous post if your curious. It surprised me to hear that considering how much we both regretted it happening. I asked him why he'd bring that up now of all times.

Well it turns out that Andy had been thinking about it frequently. He wasn't happy that it happened the way it did, but he found the idea of me giving another man a blowjob a turn on. I continued to slowly suck on him for another few minutes wondering where this was going, and then I had an idea.

I popped off his dick and asked him if he was going to ask me to give other men blowjobs. He gave a little moan as I teased his dick with my fingers. He wasn't sure, and admitted that the idea was hot, but he wasn't sure how he'd really feel about it. I gave his dick a few soft kisses and then reminded him that I do love sucking dick. I was trying to lead his thoughts a certain direction.

Andy moaned some more and complimented me again by saying that I was also very good at it. I took his dick back in my mouth, all of it, and held it there while he slowly bucked his hips. His moans were so intense, but I wasn't ready for him to finish yet, I wanted to see just how far I could push this fantasy of his.

I slowly lifted my head off him, and continued stroking him. I asked him how often he thinks of me blowing other men. It took him a bit to answer, but he admitted that it was almost every time he jerked off, ever since I did it to his friend. Again I paused my questioning by kissing his dick all over.

I decided to take a risk, and tell him some lies. I gave him one long lick from his balls to the tip before starting to jerk him off. I told him that I couldn't stop thinking about it either. His eyes went wide. I told him after having a dick in my mouth other than his I wanted more.

I took him back in my mouth so he couldn't even speak, just moan. I bobbed my head a few times, but then he pulled me off by my hair, gently, and asked me directly, moving the fantasy forward.

"What did your do?" He was almost desperate.

I have him a few slow strokes before I answered. I told him I was sorry, but I just had to do it again. He was stunned, but didn't stop me from pleasuring him.

He asked me who it was. I told him it was a man from work who always flirts with me. In truth there is no such person. I went down on him again, taking his whole length once more before continuing.

I told him I couldn't help it, I kept thinking about it, and when my coworker asked me to lunch I went with him. I did it right there in the car.

"What did you do?" He asked, half moaning, and half yelling.

I hesitated. Looking him in the eyes as I kissed and licked his twitching dick. "I sucked his cock." I finally admitted.

He threw his head back, and shouted that I was a "fucking slut."

I took him back in my mouth and sucked him hard, all of him, bobbing my head up and down fast. He moaned and growled and called me a slut again. I popped off his dick, kissing it up and down, and with my lips still against him I told him I was sorry, but I needed to do it, I kept thinking about sucking cock and had to.

I took him back in my mouth before he could speak. He was gripping the couch hard, and grunting. He was trying not to cum. He finally asked me when I did it. I knew I had to drive the fantasy home now.

I lifted off his dick, and continued jerking him off. "Everyday. I suck his cock everyday." I moaned as I said it, accentuating how much I enjoyed doing it.

He couldn't handle it after that. He started to cum. It was like a fire hose. The first of it went over my head. The next serval spurts hit me in the face, hard. It went on for so long and I continued jerking him, loving the feeling of his hot cum spraying my face and boobs.

When it slowed and began to leak onto my hands, I dove forward, swallowing his dick and sucked hard to get every last drop. I bobbed my head on him for another minute or so before he pushed me off.

He looked so pained and hurt, but as soon as I caught my breath I asked if he liked that fantasy. He was confused at first, and asked me if that's all it was. I explained that I made it all up as I scooped his cum off my face and licked my fingers clean. He watched as I did it, and I told him it never happened.

He was convinced, and then he pinned me to the floor, ripped my jeans off and ate my pussy until I was begging him to fuck me. Which he did, hard, and fast. We both orgasmed together.

I'll have to make up more little fantasies to tell him. I'm absolutely obsessed with making him cum that hard now. Especially if it's going to be all over me.