Make interpersonal relationships with my friend – 5

She looked up at me, the hot water streaming over her pretty face. “Um, do I have to swallow your cum?”

“Yes,” I said, “all of it.” I couldn’t believe how excited this was getting me. I had never really fantasize about dominating a woman, but something new clicked in my head. I think at that moment I felt so connected to her that my empathy for her experience was turning me on.

She put her tongue on the head of cock and circled the tip with her tongue, and then she took my cock into her warm mouth and began slowly and sensually sucking me. She alternated between taking me in deep and pulling back to tease the head, and as her pace increased she reached up to caress my balls with her hand.

“Umm, oh God that feels good Baby,” I moaned, looking down at her head moving back and forth on my cock.

I was getting close to cumming when she moved her hand down from my balls and between my legs. I spread my legs slightly and she inserted her middle finger into my asshole, pushing it in as she deep throated me, her face making contact with my lower belly.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, and seconds later I exploded down her throat. She was moaning as her throat worked quickly to swallow each load that I shot into her and I grunted with each spasm of my cock.

She slowly withdrew from me after my orgasm finished but kept lovingly running her tongue over my shaft as it softened, finally kissing the head and then slowly rising up to a standing position again.

“I liked that johnson,” she said, “did you like making me suck you?”

“Yes,” I said, “more than I expected.”

“I get in the mood for that sometimes… I think I might even want to see how a spanking feels one of these days. It’s weird but sometimes when I’m playing with you I get turned on thinking about what you’re feeling.”

“I felt the same thing about making you suck me,” I said. “I feel like… that maybe we both want to know what it’s like to be inside each other’s heads.”

“Wow… yes,” she said, “I think I know what you mean, I think we already are kind of in each other’s heads.”

“I’d do anything you asked me to do, and I’ll spank you if you want me to.”

“Mmm,” she said, touching my face. “Well, you know what… right now, I want to make you pay for what you just made me do.”

“Ha, I should have known there’d be a catch.”

“I want to make you do something really nasty,” she said. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering what it could possibly be.

As she reached up and pressed down on my shoulders she said, “I want you to swallow me now johnson.” As I went down to my knees I was puzzled; since she had just swallowed all of my cum she couldn’t feed it to me from her mouth like she did last night.

When I was on my knees facing her crotch she said, “Open your mouth.” As I did, she stepped forward to straddle my face and put her pussy against my lips. She put her hands on the sides of my head as if to hold it in place, and I suddenly realized what she was about to do.

I felt repulsed for a moment, but as soon as the warm liquid flowed into my mouth I unthinkingly began swallowing without hesitation. Daicy moaned, “Oh johnson, johnson,” as I swallowed gulp after gulp of her, the tangy scent filling my nostrils, until the flow gradually subsided to a trickle.

I licked her pussy clean off every last drop and then she put her hands up against the shower wall and began grinding herself against my face. I kept on eating her out as the juices coming into my mouth turned from pee to sexual excretions, and moments later she cried out as she came once more.

She slowly rose to her feet and we hugged each other tightly under the hot running water. “God, I’m sorry I’m such a pervert,” she whispered. “I don’t even know where that came from.”

“It came from all the wine you drank,” I told her, making her laugh. “Well, duh,” she said, “I guess that’s another quote for that ‘One Dumb Domme’ autobiography I’m going to write.”

“I could use a drink of that wine about now myself,” I said, making her laugh again. I thought to myself how much I loved making her laugh.

We finished our shower, and, ravenous from our exertions, ordered a nice late night snack from room service. Then, just like the night before, we made sweet and incredibly intimate vanilla love. Holding her in my arms, the connection I felt to her seemed so strong, so unbreakable.

“Well, this has no doubt been the best business trip I’ve ever been on,” I told her.

“Me too,” she said. “It’s pretty amazing to trust each other enough to open up our darkest secrets… I still can’t quite believe I’m talking to someone about my crazy fantasies, let alone acting them out.”

“And now I’m going to move in with you… to paraphrase Yogi Berra, we have our whole future ahead of us.”

“Right,” she laughed. “It’s going to be a little weird going back to the office, isn’t it?”

“Not as long as you don’t keep giving me rubber bands to wear.”

“Well, I don’t know if I can commit to that.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to deal with it,” I said.

As we spooned in the darkness and began drifting off to sleep I whispered, “A soundproof den?”

“Umm-hmm,” she replied sleepily.

I dreamed about it.