Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 10 By Melissa Huntington
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The next morning I felt Mike begin to stir, his breath against my shoulder, his arm still over my waist with my hand holding his wrist just below my tits. I smiled as I pressed my ass into his crotch and then turned to find his smiling face looking at me.
"Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?"
"I slept very well, but I think the best part is waking up with your arm around me."
He kissed me gently, and I held his cheek in my hand until he withdrew and lay back against the pillow. I pressed up against him, with one tit pressed into his rib cage as I lay my head against his chest. I looked down at his cock and smiled again. In fact, I couldn't stop smiling as I leaned on my elbow and looked back into his eyes.
"What do you want to do on a lazy Sunday?"
"Hmm, I just want to lay here with my boyfriend. You are my boyfriend now, right? I mean, after what you said last night ..."
"Yes, Melissa, I'd like to be your boyfriend. If you'll have me ..."
"Well ... I don't know. I mean, Christian might still break up with Faith and ..."
Mike turned his head away as I laughed.
"I'm only teasing. I'm only teasing baby. Of course I want you to be my boyfriend."
He turned back to me and gently moved the hair away from my eyes. I spoke quietly.
"You really were jealous last night."
"I guess I was Melissa. I thought I could handle it but watching you with Christian, screaming out so passionately. I want that to happen with me only – and I wanted you to know it."
"I didn't even think about that, baby. But when you took control of me the way you did, oh God, I just loved it. And when you told me you love me, you made me so happy, as happy as I felt right after my surgery. Then I became a woman. Now I'm a woman in love."
I turned away and collected my thoughts for a moment, then looked back at Mike.
"You know that I am, I don't know, making up for lost time? But none of those other men, Christian, Bill, the salesmen ... they're all just cocks to me. But I love you, baby."
I started crying then, softly, overcome with emotion, as Mike pulled me close and tight and I melted into his hard body. Mike whispered that he loved me too and I began to smile again through my tears. We kissed again then, gently and then with greater passion until I pulled away and started exploring his lean handsome face with my tongue and lips. I kissed along his chin line until I nibbled at his ear, then I moved along his neck until I raised my head toward his lips and snaked my tongue around his.
I pulled off his lips and opened my eyes, smiling at my lover before I turned my attention to his broad, powerful chest. I kissed and tweaked and ran my nails along his skin, slowly rising onto my knees so I could explore every inch of him.
Mike grasped my right wrist then and lifted my head away from his chest. He looked into my eyes and spoke.
"It's time for worship services."
He moved my hand further over until I lay back on the bed. His right hand came up and pulled at the pillow until I lifted my head and he slid it out from underneath me. First he shifted me down the bed, then he mounted my chest, pinning my arms inside his knees. With my head flat on the bed, he towered above me, with my vision limited to his cock, his muscular torso, and his eyes watching me from above. If I tilted my head back just a little more, I could see my defenseless position reflected in the mirror above the bed.
I glanced at my reflection then stared directly into Mike's eyes. His long cock wasn't hard yet, and he dangled the head just out of my reach. He moved the shaft along my lips then moved upward so that his heavy balls brushed against my mouth. I inhaled the delightful aroma of his manhood but even as I wanted desperately to taste him I didn't dare try. He withdrew his package until it was again inches from my lips.
"What do you want?"
"I want your cock in my mouth!"
"Louder."
"I want your cock in my mouth!!"
"Whose cock?"
"I want YOUR cock in my mouth!!!"
"Louder!"
I was crying out now in desperation and shouted as loud as I could, then said it again, and again. Finally, as I inhaled to scream one more time, he plunged his cock into my mouth.
His cock tasted better than it ever had before. I thought, is this what boyfriend sex is like? Can it be even better when you have an emotional connection as well as intense lust? I concentrated on the sensation of enveloping Mike's cock in my mouth, the feeling of it growing and hardening inside, the taste and the texture and the scent filling my nostrils. It was the greatest breakfast I could imagine and when he withdrew it from my mouth I gasped and moaned and pouted.
"Ask the cock nicely and maybe he'll let you taste it again."
Only now did I look away from Mike's eyes and stared directly at his precious cock.
"Please, cock, let me taste you and savor you and please you."
He plunged his cock back into my mouth then and shifted forward and started thrusting into my face. All I could see were his hard abs and so I closed my eyes, lost in the heavenly sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted the feeling to never end but finally Mike slipped out of my mouth again and moved forward, pressing his ball sac into my mouth. My eyes locked with his again as I licked and explored his testicles.
"You really love having the cock in your mouth, don't you?"
"Because it's YOUR cock, baby!"
Mike straightened himself out above me, taking his cock away from my mouth. As he shifted his feet down toward my own, he leaned in, our eyes still locked on each other. He kissed me gently then and whispered softly.
"Do you want to get fucked?"
"Yes."
I whispered back. He raised his voice.
"Do you want to get fucked?"
"Yes!"
I raised my voice to the same volume.
He was between my legs now and I felt his hardness along my slit. He traced the head along the edge of my lips and I groaned in frustration.
"What do you want?"
"I want your cock in my pussy!"
"Louder."
"I want your cock in my pussy!"
"Whose cock?"
"I want YOUR cock in my pussy!!"
"Does any other cock belong in this pussy?"
"No! Only YOUR cock!"
He plunged inside of me then and started to fuck me thoroughly, alternating long, slow thrusts with short powerful ones. When he hit a perfect rhythm of forceful, rapid thrusts, unintelligible words, gasps and cries started building inside me as I started to climax on his cock. My vision went cloudy as my body went taut beneath him before waves of pleasure coursed through me.
As I recovered from my orgasm I realized that Mike was still thrusting into me, hard thrusts mixed in with achingly slow thrusts. My hands touched his thighs as my eyes opened to the image in the mirror above the bed: My legs were spread open and I watched him slide in and out of me. With each set of hard thrusts, my tits bounced and jiggled. Mike read my mind and began to manipulate my body in time to his words.
"Your TITS BOUNCE when I fuck you WITH MY COCK!"
"Oh yes baby, yes, make my tits bounce."
"Whose COCK makes your tits SHAKE?
"Your cock! I love how you make my tits bounce and jiggle."
Mike amused himself some more with this new game, then I groaned loudly as he withdrew from me. I moved quickly to capture him again in my mouth, savoring the new taste of my own juices mixing with his musky testosterone-laden scent. Then he pulled my mouth off of him and pointed my face away from his.
"Yeah baby, please fuck me doggie-style. I love your cock from behind!"
Mike's strong hands pulled my hips toward his crotch until he slid back inside, his thrusts making my tits shake below me until my head and torso sank into the bed. My ass rose into him as his cock overloaded my senses with each hard thrust.
I felt his hands at my elbows then, lifting me up toward his chest, my back arched as he hooked one arm through my own. His other hand pulled my head back toward him and I saw a glimpse of my ass pressed into his cock as my tits bounced with each thrust. I loved watching my body getting fucked but the feelings were so intense my eyes had to close to shut off all other sensations but our groans and the overwhelming sensation of his cock inside of me.
He released my arms then and I sank back into the bed, cupping my tits as Mike kept up his relentless assault into me. Oh yes, I thought, if you fuck me like this, why would I let anyone else fuck me? I could feel another orgasm building inside of me when Mike reached around my waist to brush a finger against my clit – sending me off the edge into another shattering release.
My super-stud wasn't through with me yet, as he shifted forward, laying me flat on my chest with only my ass up in the air as he pounded me like a piston, no longer varying the force of his thrusts, just fucking me steadily, continuously, perfectly.
He then thrust deeply inside and held himself there, impaling me on his cock, as he shifted to lie alongside me, holding my ass against him so his cock wouldn't slip out.
"Yeah baby, keep your cock inside of me. I don't want it to ever leave my pussy!"
He resumed his thrusting and I began to zone out again, feeling nothing but his cock and the hotness of our bodies moving against each other. Finally he slipped out of me and with a loud intake of air turned on his back. I immediately slipped him into my mouth and he wasted no time before thrusting into me again. His moans told me he was about to cum so I released him from my mouth just as great gobs of cum struck my face before his secondary spurts coated my tits. I stroked him a couple of times, releasing the last dribble of cum out of his perfect cock, then I cleaned him up, gently licking and sucking his cock.
Mike was coated with sweat and still breathing heavily as I shifted up his torso, his cum still coating my face and tits. He used his hands to move his cum toward my mouth, and I hungrily gobbled it off of his fingers, my eyes staring into his. Finally Mike spoke.
"I love you, Melissa."
I started to cry then, overcome with the feelings Mike gave me. Boyfriend sex really is better, I thought.
We rested like that for a long time then, neither of us willing or able to extract ourselves from the other. Finally though, Mike spoke.
"We really should get our day started. How about a shower, then brunch? I have a surprise for you afterwards."
II
Mike said we were going to one of the fancier hotel restaurants for our meal, so I dressed in a new canary yellow skirt/jacket combination, not too formal but appropriate for a daytime date at a nice restaurant. Beneath I wore white thigh-high hose and one of my new white lace bras, size 38D. The jacket was cut high enough that no blouse was needed. I wore low pumps in a shade that matched my skirt and jacket. Mike wore khaki chinos, a white button-down shirt and a blue blazer, looking very handsome.
"You look beautiful, Melissa."
"Thank you baby, so do you. But what is this surprise you have for me?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
When we were seated, I enjoyed Mike's complete attention. Beautiful women walked by our table; our waitress could have been a model. Mike seemed to only see me, and I loved it. We held hands while we waited for our food, my fingernails exploring each of his fingers. When I glanced around the room, I saw smiles from other women, as they saw what I felt: Two attractive people in love with each other.
When we left, Mike led me in the opposite direction from where we had parked the car.
"Your surprise is just around the corner."
He led me to a storefront with darkly tinted windows. I couldn't see anything inside but the sign said "Décolletage".
"A friend of mine owns this store. Private rooms are available by reservation only. I thought we'd find you some new bras for your new figure."
I smiled and shook my head in disbelief at Mike as he opened the door. A middle-aged man approached and Mike introduced me to his friend, Tim. The store was busy, with several women browsing the racks and others disappearing into dressing rooms. A Top-40 radio station played in the background, loud enough to be more than subliminal shopping accompaniment. A few men sat in chairs, looking bored as they waited for their wives or girlfriends to finish. We followed Tim into another room, with a heavy curtain "door". Inside was a rack of bras and matching panties, a couple of chairs and another curtain to a dressing room.
"These are all 38D, Melissa. The dressing room is right over there, you two take as long as you need."
When Tim pulled the curtain closed behind him, I pulled Mike in for a long, lingering kiss.
"You're going to spoil me rotten!"
Mike just smiled then sat down on one of several overstuffed chairs.
"Pick out what you like."
"Baby, I'm going to give you a fashion show like you've never seen."
Mike sat and watched as I browsed through the rack, pulling out each lacy, frilly bra that appealed. For a moment I thought about how lucky I was. When I was fourteen I raided my mother's underwear drawer for a bra to slip on for a frenzied jack-off session. Now I had perky D-cup boobs and a boyfriend who fucks me senseless and then wants to take me bra shopping.
I smiled at Mike as I slipped behind the curtain into the dressing room. After stripping down to my pumps, I slipped on my first choice, a white satin bra with red hearts, marked down for post-Valentine's Day sale. I slipped the straps over my shoulders, and then bent forward to capture the girls inside the cups, straightened and reached behind to fasten the hooks. I reached inside each cup and settled my boobs inside, then stood up and stepped inside of the matching thong. I smiled at my reflection and then opened up the curtains at the top of the door frame, so I could stand before Mike with one hand up in the air and the other on my hip.
He smiled as I sashayed into the room, throwing my hip out like some Victoria's Secret model. I folded my arms over my tummy and pushed the girls together, then turned sharply in front of Mike, giving him a view of my thong. He reached out for my ass but I slipped past him, giggling, as I walked back into the dressing room, turned back toward him and yanked the curtain shut again.
I smiled as I slipped the bra and panty off and put them back on the hanger. These were a definite "yes". Next was a pretty pink bra with white lace along the edges and a bow in the center. When I slipped it on, I saw that the underwire cups lifted the girls and had them spilling over the top. The French-cut panty rode high on my hip, and that gave me an idea.
When I was ready, I stood to the side of the door and pulled the curtain toward me. Then I slipped out my leg, showing my white hose and all the leg the panty revealed. I stepped into the doorway with my back toward Mike, swaying to Top-40 music. I felt like Gypsy Rose Lee as I slowly turned at the waist, giving Mike a brief glimpse of the girls before turning away again. Finally I turned and strutted into the room, watching with delight as Mike's eyes grew wide at the sight of my tits practically falling out of this bra. Mike sat up this time and I didn't dare come too close to his chair. I stood a step away from him, bent a little at the waist and pushed the girls together with my shoulders, then laughed and turned again and ran back into the dressing room. Purchase number two.
Next was a tiger-print demi-bra, a half-cup design, with the latest in push-up technology. I knew this one would knock Mike's socks off. Designed for low-cut dresses and revealing blouses, this was like the last bra but with half the material. I absolutely loved how the girls looked and couldn't wait to wear this on our next date. But first I had to show Mike. I slipped on the matching thong and went to the doorway.
I made no effort to tease Mike this time. I threw open the curtain and walked straight into the room, waiting for his reaction. The way his mouth hung open I knew he liked this bra as much as I did.
"You like how the girls look in this, huh, baby?"
He just nodded and stared at me, so I started to gyrate in front of him, cupping my tits and smiling, dancing seductively to the music filtering in from the main selling floor. I moved closer this time, smiling all the while.
"Like a lap dance, mister? You have to understand though that I can touch you, but you can't touch me."
Mike nodded and I began to move closer to him, then turning away from him and wiggling my ass at him. Then I walked behind his chair and rested my boobs on his head before I ran my fingers through his hair and, stepping to the side bent over the chair and pressed them against his cheek. I danced back around the chair and gyrated my ass just above his crotch, then sat down in his lap and spun, throwing my feet over the arm of the chair and pressing my bra-clad boobs into his chest. I slipped my arms around his neck, then arched my back and pushed them toward his face. Mike never moved his hands, a gentleman all the way.
I slipped off of his lap and stood in front of him, one hand on my hip, the other palm upraised.
"Twenty bucks please. And you better pay or I call the bouncer."
Mike smiled and pulled out his money clip, shaking his head even as he pulled out the bill. I pulled out the band of my panty so he could slip it inside, then let it snap back before I gyrated back toward the dressing room, feeling deliciously naughty and satisfied.
Mike had other thoughts. As I turned toward the doorway to close the curtain, Mike was right in front of me.
"Can I touch you now? I think I can touch you now, the lap dance being over and paid for."
Mike pulled me into his arms as I struggled against him. I whispered to him.
"Baby, there are people right outside. They can hear us. Take me home and ravage me."
He spoke, but not quite so softly.
"I'm going to ravage you here and now. You're going to learn a lesson about teasing."
Mike reached around and undid the bra strap, then yanked the panty down my legs. He held my hand against his hardening cock.
"I like your tits best when they're wrapped around my cock. Get on your knees."
"No baby please, let's do this at home, I'll do another fashion show and you can do me all night long."
"No. Unbutton my pants."
I reached for his belt then unhooked his pants and tugged them and his boxers down. His cock sprung out at me, all testosterone-fueled aggression.
"Squeeze your tits together."
I held my tits together as he began to move between them, his long cock almost covered up by my boobs. He pulled away from my chest then and spat into his hand, spreading his saliva between my tits. I spit into my own hand and stroked his cock, until his shaft and my chest glistened with moisture. Then I pulled my boobs apart so he could put his cock into my cleavage, then I pressed them together while he began to fuck my tits. I cooed and moaned until he stepped back and held his cock inches from my mouth.
"What do you say?"
"Please!"
"Louder."
"No baby there are people outside I can't be louder."
"Louder!"
I raised my voice a tiny bit, afraid that someone would hear me over the music outside the room. Fortunately Mike took pity on me and slipped his cock into my always willing mouth. I moaned around it as he held my head and fucked my mouth, terrified that someone would walk in but unable to resist the man I love. Mike pulled out of my mouth then and began to rub the head of his cock against each nipple, then slipped it between my tits and started fucking them again.
Mike then reached under my arms and lifted me up, higher until my hands went around his neck, I leveraged myself up and wrapped my legs around his waist. With my arms around his neck, he adjust himself until he found my opening and I sunk down on his cock, gasping and clutching his head as I bit down on my finger to stop myself from screaming my pleasure. Mike paid no heed and started lifting my thighs up and down on his shaft as I pressed the girls into his chest and started to pant in his ear.
He carried me a couple of steps forward and then lifted me off of him before I fell backwards into the chair. My legs spread apart, Mike went on his knees and pulled my crotch forward until it hung off of the edge of the chair, when he rammed his cock back inside me. I began to moan loudly this time and Mike clamped his hand over my lips as he thrust into me mercilessly.
Finally he put his hands under my thighs again and lifted me out of the chair before turning around and sitting down himself, his cock never leaving me until we sunk into the chair together, my pussy grinding against his crotch. My mouth sought his as he thrust into me, our chests pressed together as we grinded into each other. I whispered in his ear.
"I love your cock so much baby, and I love that people are just outside that doorway while you fuck me so good."
Mike began to thrust harder and soon I felt him jerk and spasm inside me as he released his seed. It was the first time he came before I did but I didn't care. Taking charge of me and having his way like this, with people so close by, thrilled me to the core of my being, and as we caught our breath together, I kissed him hard.
"I love you, Mike."
"I love you too Melissa. You better get dressed."
I slipped off of him and went to put my clothes back on in the dressing room after I put my last purchase back on its hanger. When I stepped outside, I did what I could to fix my hair and makeup, and Mike opened the curtain ahead of me as I walked out of our private room.
I looked around the room but most shoppers paid no attention. I thought one woman shot me a dirty look, and then my eyes met those of one of the previously bored husbands who was sitting and waiting for his wife. He smiled at me and winked, and I smiled and reached for Mike's hand as he led me to the checkout counter. I whispered into Mike's ear.
"I think that guy is going to ravage his wife when they get home today."
Mike smiled and glanced at the guy, then turned to sign the credit card slip. We walked out together into the midday sun.
"What would you like to do for dinner?"
I asked when Mike fished out his Blackberry and turned it on. Immediately there was a chime and Mike read a new email, frowning.
"Hmm. Christian just gave his two-week notice. And they want us to come to their place for dinner tonight."