Suzanne Portnoy

‘I want you to sit in your armchair, blindfolded and get yourself nice and wet ready for my arrival.’

I could hear the clock tower down the street strike 9am. That was the signal that soon I would hear the opening of the front door, his footsteps up the stairs, clothes dropping to the floor and, finally, my bedroom door opening.

For over a year now we’ve had the same monthly ritual. It works perfectly so why change it?

I sat in the armchair, wearing only a black and white lace suspender belt, a pair of navy blue sheer stockings, black platform boots with 5″ heels, black lace bra and a fuschia and black blindfold. My vibrator in my hand, I rolled it around my clit, my breath quickening as I heard his familiar footsteps. I was so close to coming, I was worried I might before he even touched me.

Then the door opened and I could hear him approaching. Soon, he pulled my face towards his cock. Soon it went hard. ‘Oh fuck,’ I heard him say. My mouth filled with saliva as he grabbed the back of my head, forcing his 9″ down my throat. I gagged. He felt so good. I had forgotten how fucking horny he always made me feel.

His hand reached between my legs. I was already dripping wet.

Then he pulled my legs quickly, repositioned himself so he was between my legs and thrust himself into me. I gasped, temporarily forgetting about the vibe and concentrating on the rhythmic movement of his cock sliding in and out of me.

‘Oh fuck,’ I said. ‘That feels so good. It has been too long. I forgot how good you feel inside me.’

‘Turn around,’ he said. I stood up, temporarily disorientated. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, guiding his cock to the tip of my pussy. I guided the vibe to my clit, feeling so close to coming but not wanting to come. He had only just arrived.

‘That’s good,’ he said.

We fucked for another 20 minutes or so, me coming on top grinding down on his cock. Then, like every other time, he jerked off, my index finger pressing down on his perineum while my mouth sucked on his balls. His spunk covered my face.

‘Good morning,’ he said and we both laughed.

‘Good morning.’