A Tired Afternoon

After a long day of running around town, the muse and I retired to our hotel room to rest before going out for the night. "I'm too tired for sex," he told me, sprawling on the bed and flipping on the television.

"That's ok," I answered. It wasn't. When I'm around him, I get extremely irritated if he doesn't fuck me every few hours. Between the 6 hour drive the day before, staying overnight that evening with friends, and then spending the whole day out in the city, we hadn't had sex in about 36 hours. I was getting pissed off.

I laid on the bed face down next to him in a t-shirt and leopard print satin panties and pretended to watch football. "I'm not trying to seduce you," I said, "I just needed to get out of those pants and lay down for a while." It was a blatant lie and he knew it. I made a point of adjusting the way I was laying repeatedly so he would have to watch my ass bouncing around. This went on for 10 minutes before he stood up by the edge of the bed and looked at me.

"Get over here then. On your back," he commanded. I turned over and around so that I was laying face up with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. I looked up at him standing over me. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his rock hard cock, which he immediately slid into my already open and waiting mouth. I sucked him happily, reaching back to grab his hips and try to pull him closer. But I didn't need to. He cradled my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth, battering the back of my throat. All I could do was hold on to him and try to breathe.

Just when my eyes began to water he took his cock out of my mouth and tossed me to the middle of the bed. He kicked his boxers off entirely while I yanked off my panties and then he climbed on top of me, sliding his cock easily into my now completely drenched pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him. He was pounding my cunt so hard that the bedspread was starting to chafe my skin. It was exactly what I needed and I came for him almost immediately, hard, soaking his cock even more.

He stopped and kissed me while I was still shaking. "Better?" he asked, smiling sweetly. I was so breathless I could only nod. "Good," he said. He pulled his cock out of me and moved up to kneel over my face. "Now suck my balls." I took his balls in my mouth and sucked, rolling my tongue around them as I did and tried to watch him as he stroked his cock less than an inch away from my face. But he wasn't having that and he ordered me to close my eyes. I settled for running my hands up his legs. Every once in a while he'd pull back from me a bit to slip his cock into my mouth for a few seconds, holding me still by my hair and then pulling back out again and stroking it some more while I licked and sucked at his balls. When he pulled back from me the last time I knew he was ready and I opened my mouth for him without having to be told. I felt his sweet come hit my tongue as he emptied a full day's load into my eager mouth and I moaned happily. I swallowed and sat up, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him. "See?" I said. "I knew you weren't too tired."