My Future With Mr White

By: J A Fielding



“Baby....I want you,” she moaned. He looked at her and ran his finger down the side of her face.

“Not yet,” he said. Natasha wanted to scream out. Why would he do this to her now? This was torture but she knew a thing or two about torture. She flipped him over so that she was on top and smiled down at him.

“Fine. Then we’ll do things my way,” she said. Mitchell was intrigued as he watched her crawling up to his waist. She did not waste any time as she simply lowered her mouth onto his throbbing cock and began licking his highly sensitive glans. Holding his cock in her hand, she began sucking on him as she stroked him hard. She then kissed the length of his cock and ran her tongue on either side before she finally lowered her mouth onto his cock, taking most of his length inside her mouth. Mitchell’s breathing had been reduced to gasps of air as he struggled hard not to moan out loud. The last thing he wanted was awkwardness at the dinner table later on that evening. She then pulled away, getting his cock almost out of her mouth before taking in the entire length again. This time it was too much for Mitchell. He let out a loud moan and Natasha pulled away from him.

She pulled herself up and kissed him softly. "Keep it down baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves,” she said before going back down on him. He closed his eyes as he felt her warm lips engulf his cock once more. He could barely contain his groan as she sucked him, especially when her hand found his sac. Mitchell could have sworn she was on a mission by the way she was sucking him. She had never gone down on him like this. He was always the one with mad oral skills, not that she did not have a number of skills up her sleeve but this, this was unlike any other thing she had ever done to him.

Mitchell put his hand on her head as she bobbed up and down on his crotch. He raised himself up to look at her and that was enough encouragement for her to pick up the pace, slamming her face onto his raging hard-on.



"Tasha....don’t....oh shit...baby,” he moaned giving her the warning she so much needed. By this time, she was breathing hard through her nose as she held him in her mouth, taking all he had to offer until she felt his orgasm dangerously close. She let his cock out of her mouth and looked at him. He was panting and finally ready for her. She looked at him as she straddled him. She closed her eyes as she slowly worked her pussy onto his wet cock. Mitchell exhaled loudly and held her by the waist. Her mouth was good but her pussy was even better. She began working herself up and down his cock, slowly and teasingly. By this time, Mitchell wanted to cry out and just slam himself into her. He held her tightly and begun thrusting into her with long slow strokes, but given the way she had just worked him, long slow strokes were not going to cut it. He suddenly pulled out of her and in one move turned her over and entered her from behind. He knew Natasha must have been surprised at how he managed to turn the tables on her so quickly. He spread her legs and positioned himself in between her knees. The first stroke was a long deep one, almost as if he was making her pay for the long oral torture he had just endured. He entered her again before finally holding her by the hips and worked her over in long hard strokes.

He was mesmerized by the way her pussy seemed to cling to his cock with each stroke. He spread her cheeks and let his finger flick her now fully engorged clit while nudging his cock into her. He slowed down and released her cheeks and then reached for her breasts. She moaned as she felt him slowly working in and out of her. He knew that by now she was not only exhausted, but also almost at her very end. He grabbed her hips and leaned over her, driving into her, filling her. He could feel her wetness grasping at him as her orgasm approached. She turned her head and looked at him.

“Do it, please,” she begged.

Mitchell did not need any further bidding. He slammed his full weight into her, unable to resist the urge any longer. It was not very long before he erupted inside her. Almost immediately, she cried out loud as her own orgasm ripped through her body. She shivered over and over again and the tightening muscles in her pussy forced his now limp cock out of her. The two collapsed on the bed, exhausted and panting.

“God, I had missed that,” Natasha said gasping.

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