I’ve always had a fantasy about a young man who came to fix something, or deliver something, like a pizza, or Chinese food, or maybe even furniture.
I would be standing at the door, wearing only a thin, filmy negligee, waiting for him to deliver his goods. He would walk up my sidewalk and suddenly stop, looking at my near-naked body as he nearly tripped over his own feet.
If he was a pizza delivery guy, I would want him to be brown, like Hispanic or Arab or something like that. That’s because they have big, brown balls --- at least, that’s what I have always heard.
My negligee would be really short, barely covering my pussy hairs. As I took the pizza from him, I would have to look for money, like, somewhere on the stand beside the door. I would turn completely away from him and bend over, spreading my legs, letting him see my ass and my pussy lips, swollen and red, from behind.
I would fumble with the change, and then drop some on the floor, and bend way over to pick it up, letting him see my spread pussy lips and my ass hole. Then, I would turn, from my position, and look at him, and check out his crotch.
"I can’t seem to find enough change," I would say.
"That’s OK," he would say.
"Is there some other way I can pay for this?"
He would step inside, just inside the door, and reach out and touch my smooth ass, high in the air.
"Maybe," he would say.
I would turn around and close the door behind him, and still on my knees, I would reach up and touch the bulge of his hardening dick in his pants. Carefully, I would unzip his pants and pull out a big, fat, uncut cock, long and hard. I would unbuckle his pants and pull them down to his knees, and then move my mouth to his thighs.
I would stick out my tongue and move up his thighs slowly to his fat, heavy, brown balls, and begin to lick them, feeling the heavy, cum-laden orbs against my tongue. Then, I would move my tongue up to the base of his cock, flicking it back and forth as he moaned.
I would take his cock at the base, wrapping my fingers around it, and then lick all the way up to the bulbous, fat, mush-room shaped head, hidden by the smooth, velvety foreskin. I would peel the foreskin back very slowly, licking at the pre-cum with my tongue.
I would then plunge my mouth over the head of his cock, taking it into my mouth as far as it would go, and begin to suck on it. He would stand there and grab the back of my head and thrust into my mouth with his massive cock, and then shoot his load deep at the back of my throat. I would try to swallow most of it, but I would let it drip down my chin, and then I would look up into his dark brown eyes and say, "Fuck me!"
He would pick me up and carry me to the couch, tearing my negligee from me, and then pull his own clothes off.
He would suck my nipples, licking them till I was crazy to cum, and move his tongue down to my wet pussy. He would stick his tongue all the way into my cunt, and move it in and out faster and faster as I lay there, having orgasm after orgasm.
Then, he would mount me, sticking his fat cock into my waiting, hot pussy, shoving it all the way in, till I felt his balls pressing against me. He would bend down and lick my tits, sucking each nipple as he moved his fat cock in and out of me.
I would lift my legs and wrap them around his, and reach down and grab his muscular ass, and push him into me with every thrust. He would move in and out of me faster and faster, and I would come again and again, feeling his fat cock thrusting deep into me.
Then, he would suddenly pull out of me and move up, straddling my chest. I would reach out and grab his cock and begin to stroke it, pointing it at my face and chest. I would stroke faster and faster as his eyes narrowed to slits, and then, I would feel his dick suddenly jerk, and a huge load of cum would shoot out the head, and land in my face, followed by one on my tits. He would cum and cum, and then, I would let go of his hard dick, and he would reach down and grab it, wiping the few remaining drops of cum on each nipple.
He would stand up and look at me, and then bend down and kiss me deeply, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth.
He would put on his clothes slowly, waiting till the last second to hide his massive brown dick, letting me see it till the very end.
And then, he would stand there and say, "Keep the pizza, the fuck was worth eight ninety-nine," and then, he would head for the door.
But, that only happens in fantasies.
