My New Lingerie And the sex it inspired.

When I walked into our bedroom, I was expecting to find my man and fuck him into another plane of existence. What I didn’t expect was to see a brand new lingerie piece on our bed with my man nowhere in sight. I certainly didn’t expect it to be the lingerie of my dreams that I had shown my man so many times.
It was black lace (my favorite) — a halter dress that hung to the floor, with slits up to my hips to show off my thick thighs. A dangerously low dip down my back to the top of my ass accentuating the backside curves that deserve such attention made it all the more attractive. I had been raving about this dress for over a year, and suddenly as if the power of my sex magic were that strong, here it was — ready for me. Or him.
Or both.
I stripped my casual clothing and replaced it with the new dress, already in love with the feeling of the fabric against my soft skin. I felt just as sexy as I knew I would, and before I could twirl a few times to fully experience it, I was halted by his voice from the doorway:
“On the bed, now. I have been dying to fuck you in that and I’m not waiting any more.”
Turning to face him, I lowered my eyelids in a seductive expression and leaned my head forward in a taunting display. “Then fucking do it.”
With an animalistic growl, he approached in a rush and pushed me back on the bed with his weight — his chest pressed to mine, falling slowly backward, ensuring his hands hit the bed before he crushed me with gravity and the weight of his muscled chest. The slits of my lingerie allowed me to wrap my legs around his waist easily as he devoured my mouth hungrily. My desire ignited like flames and I kissed back as fiercely as possible, wrapping my hand behind his head and grasping his hair in my need to feel him.
I was so wet. So fucking wet, and I didn’t even want to bother with the glorious way he tongues my clit until I cum like a fountain — I just wanted his length in me. I wanted that deep dick massage that cures every ailment of the day.
“Just fuck me,” I pleaded, having detached my lips from his. “Fuck, please, fuck me until I cum so hard I pass out.”
He was ready but in his excitement, he’d forgotten to remove his clothes. Not wanting to waste a moment he could be spending inside me, he unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling his erect cock out and pressing the tip right up against my wanting entrance. His head teased my dripping hole and I gazed desperately into his dark eyes.
“Please, I need it so fucking bad.” My eyes tried to give him a sweet puppy dog look but I didn’t have time to complete that idea — because he complied and slammed his diamond-hard rod all the way up to my cervix. The stress of his plummeting into me was painful, but god, it was a pain I craved. Nothing was better than his fat tip demanding entrance to the furthest reaches of my insides.
I cried out, expressing my enjoyment of the pain he’d provided before he started slamming me like a fucking jackhammer.
“That’s what you wanted baby, right?” he asked me as he continued to push himself in and out at an inhuman speed, making my g-spot scream with shock and ultimate pleasure.
“God, yes, fuck, please don’t stop! Oh my god, I’m going to fucking cum!” The climax hit me, hard, and before I knew it my legs had clamped around him like a bear trap as my body shook from the waves of the orgasm he’d fucked out of me. He continued to pump in and out as hard as possible, given the limited space I’d just restricted with my legs locked around him. Each pump made my orgasmic explosion hit harder, harder, and even harder until I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Fuck!” He slowed down, taking in my overwhelmed expression. I could feel my fluids drenching the denim around his lower half and, as if he’d read my mind, he pulled out and pushed the jeans to the floor hastily. With one fluid movement, his shirt had been tossed across the room and he was plunging back in. He fucked me with me wrapped around him for what felt like forever, pausing only to grasp my hips and pull my ass to the edge of the bed. Bending down a bit to accommodate the height of the mattress, he took my ankles and lay them up on his shoulders before pushing his cock into my dripping cunt again. The new angle, my feet in the air, and his exuberance for pleasing me culminated in the rise of another orgasm in no time — he wasn’t just massaging my g-spot, he was attacking it, and it was the best fucking feeling I’d ever felt.
“Go ahead baby, cum for me again,” he cooed soothingly as if he weren’t throwing every bit of power he had in him to wreck my pussy. “It’s okay, I know it feels good, just let it all out.”
His gentle encouragement combined with the rough fucking he was giving me made me lose my mind — my walls tightened around him, gushes of my juices pushed out around him, and I clawed at the sheets as I came hard on him. He slowly reduced his pace as my pussy squeezed and massaged him, as if thanking him for the glorious explosion of pleasure.
“That was so fucking good,” I whispered as I smiled up at him.
“Good. Hands and knees now.”
My favorite.
I hopped up and presented my ass as high in the air as possible for him. He reached out and stroked my soaked lips up and down, making me shudder in pleasure as he enjoyed my fluids. I glanced back to watch him focusing on my glistening, sore little pussy as he stroked it a few more times before licking my flavor off of his fingers.
“You taste so good when you cum like a good girl.”
My skin ignited in desire, loving the way he complimented and appreciated my orgasms.
“May I have more?” I asked sweetly, giving him the largest doe eyes possible, showing him just how badly I needed more of his cock in me.
“Only if you touch your sweet little clit for me while I fuck you.”
My face broke into a huge grin as his tip approached my hole again. “With pleasure, love.” My hand snaked its way under my body and down to my bulging button, full of need after two orgasms without her ever being touched. I knew I’d cum fast, so I planned to get at least two more out while he fucked me from behind.
His cock slipped in slowly and I took in a sharp breath — I could never get used to how good it feels when he stretches my pussy like that. He started to pump in and out, my juices glistening on his thick, veiny rod, and I ran two fingers up and down my slippery little spot. As he sped up, I sped up my rubbing, my clit almost stinging as it grew closer to an incredibly powerful orgasm. I moaned, trembled, and tried to bite the mattress as I felt the peak coming quickly.
“Cum for me, baby.”
FUCK, his voice, his request, his cock — I came so fucking hard.
I moaned and screamed into the bed as he kept fucking me, pressing harder and faster on my g-spot as my clit started to spray my fingers with even more of my feminine fluids. “Oh, fuck!” I shouted every swear word, every plea, and nothing stopped how good it felt — my fingers moved on their own accord, ensuring I drained myself of every drop possible.
My orgasm triggered my man and, with a stronger grip on my hips, I heard him shout in pleasure as I felt the warmth of his cum filling my hole to the brim. He pumped his orgasm into me slowly, allowing some to drip down my pussy and onto the bed as I removed my fingers from my clit and tried not to collapse into the sheets.
As we calmed down, we adjusted ourselves to a dry spot on the bed and embraced, my face snuggling close against the thin layer of hair on his chest.
“Thank you for my new dress. I’m not sure how I should show you how much I like it.” I feigned a confused look up at him as he chuckled.
“I don’t know. We could work something out.”
I’ll work out whatever you want for getting me this thing.
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