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I let a black leather G-string and mesh-leather halter top fall out of the COD package my mailman, Bob, had just delivered. He leaned over, his sexy ass muscles contracting in his jeans, and picked up the garments. With a wink, he dangled them in front of my face.

"Putting them on for me?"

I wanted - I needed - Bob, something awful! My trembling fingers unzipped my dress. It slinked to the floor, leaving me in only my thigh high stockings.

"Allow me," he said. "Lean over," he ordered. My tits dangled downwards. He scooped them into the halter top, then sat on the stairs leading to my bedroom. "Leg on my shoulder."

I obeyed. Bob slipped the G-string on, sliding it back and forth along my pussy until he'd positioned it just right. The leather ripped into my soft lips. A seam caught my throbbing clit. I moaned.

"Turned on already?" Bob smiled.

I nodded, tossing my curls, arching my back.

Bob scooped me into his arms and carried me upstairs. In my bedroom, which he was very familiar with since we'd started playing this game over a year ago, he cranked up my stereo and put me down in the center of the room.

"Dance."

I moved to the beat. Wiggled my ass. Shook my tits. Gyrated my hips. In seconds, I was soaking wet. Not just sweaty wet - but really wet. Pussy cream greased my inner thighs. Bob wouldn't let me stop. He urged me on.

"Do it like you're fucking me, baby," he cooed, slipping out of his clothes.

I fucked the air. I yanked the g-string high up, splitting my cunt lips, slicing my ass. The leather was soaked in pussy juices. My asshole twitched against the strip which was rubbing it to life.

Bob embedded his hands into my ass cheeks. He pulled me towards him. With his teeth he removed the G-string, then the halter top. We stood face to face, both panting, both wanting to fuck.

I splayed my fingers across his hard, muscular chest. Black hair fanned over his pectoral muscles, funneling downward to a thick, dark bush. His stomach quivered as I raked my nails along the perimeter. His hard-on bounced against my leg. I kissed his chest, nipped at his hardened nipples. He lifted my face to his and kissed me long and hard. Then, his thick tongue gyrated and danced to my tits, down my stomach to my pussy and finally into my juices.

Bob's big strong hands cupped my ass and he lifted into the air. He deposited me on the satin-sheeted bed, his face still buried between my legs. I spread myself as wide as I could to let him inhale my scent, lap up my juices, chew my clit.

He smeared his face with my cunt goo. I humped his mouth, urging him on. Eating me was one of Bob's favorite things to do. It was never long enough for him, me being the one to beg him to fuck me with his delicious ramrod. When I tried to ask this time, Bob covered my mouth. I suckled his finger like I would his cock, if only he'd flip into a sixty-niner.

Bob's tongue probed into me, flicking against my clit while three fingers pushed in and out of my fuck hole. In ecstasy, my hands grabbed his hair as I ground my crotch into his face. The urge for him to be inside me was unbearable.

I came four times before Bob finally let me suck him off.

"Fuck me, baby...I need your cock inside me...Please..." I licked his prick clean. It was still hard. I knew he could do it.

Bob eased himself off me. Silently, he got dressed. I couldn't believe it. He was smiling, so I thought he was kidding around with me.

He stroked his rod, packed in his pants. "You really want this, don't you?"

"More than anything...I'll let you fuck me til hell freezes over..."

Bob ran a finger from my belly button to my clit. He dipped his digit into my sopping cunt, then stepped back. "You'll just have to wait until the next time..." He walked out of the room.