Knowing he had taken good care of me and provided an out of this world orgasm, Hoagy rested his head upon my big puffy pussy as if it were a little satin pillow. Every once and awhile he kissed it as if it were an after thought until we finally fell asleep.
Later that morning around noon I awoke to find a delicious brunch prepared by Hoagy just as he had promised. He had used his calligraphy skills to pen a handwritten menu on parchment paper. It read:
Scrambled Eggs, Home Made Bread Toast, Crisp Bacon, Orange Juice, and Coffee combined with (1) Unlimited
Kisses (2) Harvard Crimson Daily News.
I looked up to see Hoagy standing in the doorway
with a towel over his arm and a chef's hat on his
head. His image made me laugh and I heard him
tell me in a mock French accent:
"Has Madam Babebuilt had the opportunity to study the brunch menu and decide what is her pleasure?"
"Madam has, bring me a small portion of everything.
I will have you for dessert along with a bottle of Sparkling Cold Duck."
"Ah yes! And Madam may have the dessert portion anytime up to 4 PM!"
Our brunch was delicious and so were Hoagy's kisses.
After a second cup of coffee I decided I had better
get up and face the bathroom mirror and try to
look as good as possible for my new sweetie as
well as myself.
Hoagy helped me into the bathroom and left me alone.
Favoring my sprained ankle I limped into the shower and over to the bathroom sink to try and retrieve what I could from my cosmetic bag that I keep stashed in my brief case along with with black silk undies, stockings, a mini vibrator, sheet music, digital recorder, cashews, vitamins, water, business cards
and current important papers.
Calling to Hoagy I could use his help, he brought the
wheel chair over to the bathroom door and helped
me get in to it. Once in, he lovingly examined my ankle.
Frowning he looked up at me and said:
"Babe, we need to get you into emergency. I think you
may have more than just a sprained ankle here."
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Within an hour I was at Massachusetts General
Hospital where a Harvard Medical School Intern was
soon examining my ankle. Turned out I had a
slight fracture and had to have a walking cast
put on. By 3:30 PM Hoagy had me back to his place
resting comfortably in bed.
The walking cast was a blessing as it made getting around so much easier but I was still hurting. Not liking to take pills for pain, I persuaded Hoagy to
open up a bottle of champagne and a new box of
fresh roasted cashews.
I thought about having Hoagy play the piano for me
but I was more in the mood for him to continue
feeding me sips of champagne alternated with
jumbo cashews singled out one at a time.
It didn't take long before his bedside manner kicked in my endorphins and soon I was feeling no pain. Neither was Hoagy. While he excused himself I threw my clothes aside and slipped on one of his white dress shirts hanging on a nearby brass valet. When Hoagy returned he had on a plush white knee length terry robe and said:
"Hey Babe. It looks like you decided to get more comfortable too!"
Smiling he slid back in bed with me and I was glad
I never bothered to button up. His hand reached into the open shirt and we continued to talk up a storm as he played with my breasts, touched my face and fonded my hair.
We were crazy in love and feeling our booze talking nonsense. Face to face we absorbed each other in to our consciousness aware this was a moment we'd never forget.
Hoagy was as good a talker in bed as on a bar stool.
He enjoyed telling me all kinds of things about myself I wanted to believe. I thought to myself, how a bed is a far more condusive to talk without pretense than a bar
stool. I wasn't sure why but suspected it was because
the game was over and the real show was about to begin. (1)
As he continued to talk my hand reached under his robe and explored his hairy chest. I slowly moved down to his "inny" belly button and back around to examine his sweet little butt that quickly tightened under my touch. I told him:
"Hoagy I want you to help me get your robe off.
I want nothing between you and me. I want total
unfettered access to your body."
Silently Hoagy shed his robe and revealed his rock hard erection. Before he could lay back down I grabbed hold of his enormous throbing cock carefully pushing him down flat onto the mattress and then stradled his naked body.
Despite my cast, I was able to position my body so I
was on him backwards my bottom facing his face so I could easily drop forward to control his manhood with my hands or my mouth,
My hand was confident and seemed to understand
its responsibility. I began to rhythmically stroke him making sure to gently flick the tip of his cock every
few hits. His hands absent mindedly carrassed the
back of my behind, yet Instead of laying there and enjoying it - he attempted to change positions - I think so he could try and satisfy me first.
I put a stop to that immediately by putting the brakes on and telling him:
"No! Behave yourself!"
I continued to stradled his prostrate body telling him in no uncertain terms:
"HOAGY__ THIS TIME IS FOR YOU___."
He hesitated and said:
"You want me...NOW?....are you up to this?"
Bewildered I looked over my shoulder and said:
"Why wouldn't I....?"
With an almost painful groan of relief and gratitude, Hoagy once again reached out for me in a feeble attempt. And once again I turned and pushed him back letting him know:
"No, this one is ALL about you. It's your turn. Lay back
and accept your good. I order you! Do as you're told."
Realizing my protests were useless, I got off him and limped to the head of the bed. Gripping his wrists, I grabbed his necktie and tied his hands over his head after noting no signs of protest.
Looking down and seeing his cock straight up in the air with him tied up like that made my juices run even harder. My passion was skyrocketing but I was determined to keep myself under controI and give him what he deserved; I kissed the hollow of his neck and said:
"Early this morning you were very....generous. You took good care of me in every way. Now my sweet darling I am going to take care of you and give you what you so richly deserve."
Having a look of incredulous disbelief plastered all over his face Hoagy replied:
"But Babe, your pleasure is mine. You can't know how
much I loved making you cum. I would do it forever
if that's what it took."
Putting my fingers to his lips I shushed him up and then wrapped my hand around his thickness of his shaft telling him:
"Hoagy, you can't begin to know how VERY much I want YOU to come - to make you come - like you never before have done.
Hoagy softly moaned and muttered:
"You don't have to do this. Let me take care of you
first..."
Standing over him I squeezed his cock in my hand a little tighter and told him:
"Relax Big Boy. Let me be in control. I want to do you. Do you good."
With that I leaned over and tongue fucked his mouth
sliding in and out and feeling his whole body go rigid below me. With each one of my thrusts I felt myself
go further into him, into his mind, his heart and his
soul.
When I left his mouth I pulled up the long bedside bench on casters to help me to work the entire length of his torso, sucking on everything in the way of my ultimate destination. I lingered on his navel and let my long red nails lightly trace his hidden body cavities detected wherever he sighed.
His tied hands desperately gripped the Murphy Bed frame and pulled on it as if testing for strength. The creaking bed acted like a willng witness to my ravaging of his body - Soon guttural expressions of pure madness hissed forth from Hoagy's distorted mouth:
"Oh Babe, fuck me forever, never stop fucking me.
I want me in your mouth. Your fucking mouth.
Suck my cock you beautiful whore you. Whore me and fuck me all night long. Yes, yes, yes, Suck me all night long. OMG suck it Babe. Suck it! Suck my cock!"
When I took his erection into my mouth he ALMOST came. He cried out and his body convulsed. I stopped and reverted back to a slower pace so he wouldn't come until I was good and done with him.
Instinctively I knew it was time to tease him - to
torture him - to drive him mad with desire.
My hungry mouth gave him a slobbering wet tongue lashing that made it easy to move my hands up and down his shaft with ease. I drove his cock insane with ups and downs until I brought him to the brink of no return. Then I would back off and do it all over again. The fourth time Hoagy begged me:
"Take me, for God sake, take me! Please______"
Taking pity on him and myself I mounted him face to face cowgirl style and rode that fucking little stallion for all he was worth; I slide his thick throbbing cock in and out of my cunt. In and out over and over again.
Tight, wet, hot I rode him slow at first until I lost all control and then rode him hard to the finish line.
He didn't last long and neither did I.
Thundering surges of power continued to provide multiple climaxes for both of us. At last I sat on top of him - truimphant - squeezing the nectar out of each remaining orgasm until the very last. Then I silently collapsed upon his chest in peace.
Before long our heart rates returned to normal and Hoagy confessed with tears in his eyes:
"Babe, this is the first time anyone has ever taken such
care to love on me like this - think only of me."
I kissed him tenderly on his lips and told him:
"The honor was all mine Sweet Prince. You were long
over due."
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To Be Continued:
"Million Dollar Baby" Part 5
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Footnotes:
(1) It reminded me of a psychologist friend of mine who told me in confidence that the most successful sessions he ever had happened in bed.
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