Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2011 12:44:16 -0500
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: Virtual Reality to My New Reality, part 12

Virtual Reality to My New Reality
Part 12
By Melissa Huntington

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Even as I held tight to Mike's hand as he drove back to his condo, my anger
did not dissipate.  I stayed silent, thinking about what it would take for
us to move past what had happened.  By the time Mike opened the door and
switched on the light, I had made a decision.

"I want you to fire Christian first thing tomorrow."

"OK."

Mike looked at me, as if he knew that wasn't the only thing I wanted him to
do.

"And I can smell her stink on you.  I won't share your bed unless you take
a shower.  In fact, I think I want to shower with you.  Then I can
literally and symbolically wash her away ..."

Mike raised his eyebrows before he spoke.

"Hmmm.  That sounds like fun."

I smiled at him but didn't say what I was thinking.  You may not feel the
same way if I decide I need industrial strength cleanser and steel wool on
your privates.

I reached into my purse and pulled out the bra I had worn.

"And I'm sorry you spent so much money but this is going right in the
trash.  It will only remind me of this night and I don't want to see it
again."

I followed Mike into the bedroom and peeled off my tank top and jeans as he
kicked off his shoes and removed his pants.  I slipped the thong off of me
and dropped it in the wastepaper basket.  Then I followed Mike into the
bath and waited for the hot water.  He reached for my hand then and leaned
down to kiss me, softly, which I returned.  He smiled like a chastened
school boy, grateful that his punishment didn't seem too bad.

There were two showerheads and plenty of room for the two of us.  First I
wet my hair and pressed the water out, then I moved Mike into the center of
the two-faucet spray, where I stepped back and looked at him.  The spray
was hitting both sides of his lean and powerful chest and dribbled down his
torso to his perfect cock.  Or at least it used to be perfect.

I moved in front of him and stared into his eyes.  Then I curled the index
finger of my right hand along the shaft at the base, and ran it halfway
down its length before lifting it outward.

"This cock has been bad.  But I think we can make it like it used to be."

I began to lather up my bath sponge and started at Mike's face, washing
from his forehead down to his cheeks and finally his jaw line and neck.
When I ran water through his face to rinse away the soap, he opened his
eyes and smiled, and it was as if I had "my" Mike back.  I smiled at him
then, beginning to feel my mood lift.  I moved on to his chest, washing and
rinsing and washing again, rubbing and stroking his chest and shoulders and
arms.  Then I turned him around and began to do the same to his back,
working all the way down to his tight, perfect buns.  With each round of
rinsing I felt Faith's presence disappear down the drainpipe.

Now I turned Mike back around and lowered myself to his crotch.  I looked
at his cock and reapplied soap to the bath sponge before I dragged it
across his package, down one side and up the other, then wrapped it around
the shaft and worked the soap into his manhood.  I rinsed then and repeated
the process, this time looking up at Mike and smiling.

"Oh yes, I think "Little Mike" is coming back to me now."

After the second round of rinsing, I applied more soap to the sponge and
worked it along his powerful leg muscles until finally the soap was rinsed
away and Mike stood before me, brand new.

"Now it's your turn."

Mike smiled and took the bath sponge, and began at my face, then worked
down toward my boobs.  The water and his familiar touch brought my nipples
to attention, and I began to stroke his arm as he gently cleaned me.  He
moved down toward my crotch, then around to my ass.  The sponge fell to the
floor then and he grabbed my ass strongly, and I couldn't control myself
any longer.  I threw my arms around him and hungrily sought his sweet
kisses while I felt his cock standing at attention against my skin and his
hands kneaded and squeezed my ass.

I leaned away from him then so he could kiss his way down to my tits as I
began to stroke his hard-on.  I reached down and cupped his balls, then
stroked his length as his tongue vibrated against one nipple before moving
across to my other and doing the same there.

My other hand was stroking his hair and when he released my tits, our
tongues entwined before I began to tongue bathe his chest and stomach as I
worked my way down to what I desperately wanted to make mine again.

His cock was like new to me, and I paused as I inspected it, his close
trimmed pubes, the thick root and its long shaft growing out of it, the
veins that brought the life-giving blood to his incredible tool, the round,
perfect balls in their sac, the wide, satin-smooth skin of the head.  I sat
in silent appreciation of this perfect specimen, then looked up at Mike and
smiled broadly at him.

I started at the head and kissed it gently, then kissed and licked my way
along each perfect inch until I reached his balls, where I luxuriated in
the sheer maleness of their taste, texture and smell.  I opened my eyes and
looked up at Mike staring down at me and our eyes locked together as I
moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft.  Mike moaned gently and I
loved the feeling of the man I love looking down in appreciation as I
pleasured him.  The look on his face was so much more serious and real than
the way he looked at Faith.

I reached the head of his cock and slipped it inside my mouth, slowly
sliding more and more of his shaft inside, never breaking eye contact.  My
right hand pinched and squeezed my tits then I slipped it between my legs,
sliding two fingers along my slit then rotating them against my clit.
Finally my eyes closed as I moaned around his cock.

His hand moved down and tenderly cupped my cheek as I fellated him, moving
my lips achingly slowly down his shaft, our eyes locked together before I
quickened my pace.  The combination of his cock in my mouth, the love in
Mike's eyes, and my finger on my clit brought me to my first climax as I
clamped my lips around his shaft and clenched my eyes tight as the pleasure
coursed through me.

When I slipped him out of my mouth, he reached down and gently lifted me
up, but I slipped and fell into his chest.

"Maybe we should continue this elsewhere ..."

I said after Mike caught me.  I reached for the shower door and grabbed a
towel, drying off Mike's body before he did the same for me.  Our hair was
still wet when Mike moved forward, reaching around my thighs to lift me up
and carry me out of the bathroom.  My arms went around his neck and I
leaned away from him, his cock resting in the crack of my ass as my slit
opened against his lower abdomen.  Mike carried me to our bed before gently
lowering me onto the mattress.  He moved forward until he was above me, his
cock swinging below him.  I leaned upward to kiss him before he forced my
head and chest down into the mattress as out tongues encircled each other.

His kisses were soft but insistent and I loved the feeling of being pinned
down below his powerful body.  His kisses thrilled me as his lips moved
toward my neck and shoulders and then up toward my ears.  Now his strong
lips were moving toward my tits, as his hands molded them together and his
thumbs brushed against each nipple.  Both of my hands moved around his head
as he sucked and kissed and nibbled my breasts.  I was in heaven.

Mike began to move further down my body before he broke off at the V of my
sex and kissed and nibbled his way down my right leg before he moved toward
my inner thigh, kissing and nibbling toward my pussy.  I felt his hot
breath against me when he took one long lick along my slit, then resumed
his trip along the other leg.  I gasped and gyrated below him, desperate to
feel his tongue between my legs again.  Finally I ran my fingers through
his hair as I felt his hot breath against me.  I sighed in contentment as
he started at the bottom of my pussy, exploring its folds, moving up toward
my clit before moving back down toward my opening.  His strong tongue
entered me and I moaned loudly as I moved my hips against his face as he
tongue-fucked me.

Then his tongue moved up toward my clit and he replaced it with his thumb,
sliding it in and out as he vibrated his tongue on my clit.  I started
cumming again, my eyes clamped shut, my hands stiff at my sides as my
juices coated his face.  As I recovered I felt his body hovering above me
and I opened my eyes to his happy smile and the feeling of his cock sliding
along my now very wet slit.

Our lips met as I tasted myself on him and I whispered in his ear.

"Oh baby I love you so much.  Please make love to me."

I felt him slide the head toward my opening and I looked into his eyes as
he pressed against it, invading me as I blissfully received him.  I felt
new again, as if Mike were taking my virginity and I was so happy I cried
out and held him close, kissing his cheek and neck as he began to slide his
cock in and out of me.

He pulled away from me and began thrusting deeper into me as our eyes
locked together, our connection so deep it wouldn't break until our eyes
shut tightly as moans and grunts escaped our throats.

Mike then shifted forward, rolling my thighs forward until my ankles were
near my ears as he pumped his cock deeply inside me.  I looked up at Mike
but his eyes were shut tight so I looked down to watch his cock move in and
out of me before my eyes shut again and loud cries began to slip out of my
throat.

Mike lifted himself out of me and shifted forward, dangling his cock above
my lips.  I reached forward and enveloped him as he thrust gently into my
mouth, then he moved away and sat alongside me, his back shoulders against
the headboard, the pillows behind his lower back.  I straddled him and
slipped him inside me, pressing my chest into his as his arms moved up and
down my back as I ground myself into him.

Our eyes were locked together again as he began to move inside me, rising
into me as I pressed down into him, squeezing my ass as I rocked against
his hardness on each down stroke.  Our movements were in perfect sync now
and our groans grew louder and louder until finally my pussy started
spasming around his cock and as I gripped and slid over it his seed started
pouring out of him as we came together for what felt like hours.

He was still inside me as our respiration returned to normal, our arms
locked around each other, our eyes met again as we smiled and then kissed
again.

How did I ever doubt the love of this remarkable man?

We stayed like that, kissing and nuzzling until my legs began to cramp and
I raised myself off of Mike, releasing his softening cock, and then I
slithered down his body as he draped his arm over me and pressed himself
into my ass.

"I love you, Mike."

"I love you, too, baby."


II

Mike was stretched out before me, asleep.  I woke him with a soft wet kiss
on one of his huge balls, and then slithered up his body until I was
pressed close into him.

"Wake up sleepy head."

Mike stirred, and I reached over his torso, pressing my full tits into his
muscular chest.

"Wha ...?"

Good, I thought.  The knot in the silk scarves held.  Mike's hands were
secured to the bed posts, and he was under my control.

"Good morning, baby."

I looked into his eyes, which were laced with a mix of confusion and
curiosity.  I started kissing and nibbling his broad chest, working may up
toward his collar bone, where I left another trail of gentle kisses.

"Today's not the best day for this, Melissa.  I need to get to the office.
And so do you."

I looked up from Mike's chest and playfully frowned at him.

"But baby, you're the boss, you can walk in whenever you feel like it.  And
I'm the girlfriend of the boss, so allowances should be made for me, too.
Wait, you are my boyfriend again, right?"

I had moved up to Mike's face now, kissing and dancing my tongue along his
chin, when I saw him roll his eyes.

"I never stopped being your boyfriend, Melissa."  I dragged a finger nail
along his cheek before I spoke.

"Au contraire, my love.  When you let that nasty girl wrap her lips around
your cock, you weren't my boyfriend then."

"OK, I made a mistake.  But I thought we had moved past it last night.  It
sure felt like we moved past it."

I turned away from Mike as if I was collecting my thoughts, and then looked
back at him.

"You know, worship is good for the soul.  And so is confession."

Mike looked quizzically at me and I resumed my kissing, moving around his
head toward his ears as my right hand moved along his torso, my big tits
pressed into his chest.  Mike sighed confused but content as I moved toward
his lips and we finally kissed, my lip clamped above his, my tongue sliding
along his upper lip before our mouths opened and our tongues slithered
together.

I broke off the kiss and moved my head above his until my tits swung above
his face.  He moved his lips toward them but I rose away from him.  He
looked at me and spoke.

"I love you, Melissa."

"I know you do, baby.  But you've been a bad boy and its time for
confession.  I don't think you deserve to play with these tits.  You looked
pretty pleased with Faith's boobs last night.  Do you like them more
because they're bigger?"

"Melissa, I'm not going to go into this.  I didn't even notice Faith's
boobs, and I don't care about them anyway."

I held my tits just above Mike's lips as he spoke, and when he tried to
capture them in his mouth I moved them away, shaking my head.

"Now you're adding lying to your list of sins.  I saw your eyes when she
stripped off her clothes for you."

I reached down to Mike's nipple and pinched and twisted it, then raked my
nails through his chest, leaving four short, bright red lines.  Mike jerked
in surprise and then looked away for a moment.  I used my finger on his
chin to bring his eyes back toward me.

"Tell my tits you're sorry for how you looked at Faith's rack.  Tell them
why you like them more.  Go ahead, tell them."

Mike stared at me and I reached for his nipple again before he spoke, his
eyes focused on my boobs.

"Because they're soft and full and beautiful.  Because they're crowned by
full, pink, sensitive nipples.  Because they're your tits."

I smiled down at him and lowered my boobs to his lips.

"Good boy."

I rested the center of my chest on Mike's nose, covering his face as I
moved them around his open mouth.  He kissed and licked them until I
presented my nipple to his waiting mouth.  He pursed his lips together
before pulling my nipple inside his mouth, taking more of my boob, the soft
pressure feeling so heavenly.  He began to slide my tit back out of his
mouth until his tongue fell below the bottom rim of my nipple.  He danced
his tongue back up to the tip, which he took gently into his mouth.  I
sighed my contentment and squished my boobs together on his lips before
shifting the other tit toward his mouth.

He gave it the same treatment as I ran my fingers through his hair.  Then I
moved my boobs around his lips, offering each nipple to him as his lips and
tongue hungrily explored my chest.  I smiled down at him as I moved back
down his body, our tongues meeting again before I broke off the kiss and
spoke.

"Good boy."

I began an achingly slow descent down the broad expanse of his torso, this
time mixing tiny bites in with my kisses and licks.  I glanced at his cock,
which was beginning to stir. I continued my journey around it, kissing and
nibbling and biting my way down each thigh until I finally returned to his
manhood.  By the time I reached it his cock was fully engorged, and his
eyes were staring at me.

"This cock went somewhere it didn't belong last night.  Let me see if it
still tastes the same."

I started at the root and used long lollypop licks along the shaft and he
smiled at me as our eyes locked together.  I reached the head and softly
danced my tongue around it before I slipped it inside my mouth, gliding my
lips down the shaft.

On the upstroke I brought my teeth together, dragging them along his
sensitive skin as he gasped in surprise.  When I reached the head I brought
my lips back together, sliding it along the smooth knob several times
before once again dragging my teeth across the head and releasing him.

I had Mike's total attention as I smiled at him.  His hands were pulling at
the scarves but they held tight.

"Oh baby, you're really sensitive there aren't you?  I'll make it better as
soon as you tell me whose mouth this cock belongs to."

"Yours, yours!"

"Are you sorry you let that nasty tramp taste your yummy cock?"

"Yes!"

"Who gives a better blowjob?  Me or her?"

"You, you!"

"Why are my blowjobs better?"

"The amazing way you use your lips and your tongue.  The way you make love
to my cock with your mouth. I'm sorry I let Faith blow me."

"Good boy."

I smiled at Mike, so happy to hear his words.  I gently kissed every inch
of his head and shaft, mixing in soft swipes with my tongue, until I
reached his balls, where I tongue bathed and gently caressed him.  All the
while our eyes stayed locked together.  My fingers reached between my legs
as I spread my juices along my slit and rotated my finger against my clit.

I moved back up to the head and slowly took more and more of his cock into
my mouth, varying the pace and pressure, as I sometimes kept my lips
clamped against him and on other down strokes, I kept my mouth open until
wrapping them together and sliding back up his shaft.  Mike was groaning
loudly now, his eyes shut tight.

I released his cock and his eyes opened and focused on me.

"Whose mouth does this cock get to fuck?"

"Yours."

"I hope you don't forget it."

I captured the head in my mouth and held it in place.  He began thrusting
himself upward and I began to moan around him, lost in the feeling of him
using my mouth to pleasure himself.  My fingers were still exploring my sex
as I pulled off of him and returned my lips to his shaft and balls as he
gyrated himself against me.

After a few minutes I captured his cock inside again and he resumed
thrusting, our moans growing louder. He began to thrust deeper and I slid a
finger inside myself, moving it in and out as his cock moved in and out of
my mouth.  Our cries grew short as he gave one last thrust and released his
load, filling my mouth as my own climax washed through me, making me
release his cock.  His cum hit my face and hair and then spurted out onto
his thighs and abdomen as I collapsed against his crotch.

When I caught my breath I began to gobble up each trail of cum I found on
his body before moving what coated my face toward my hungry lips.  Mike was
still breathing hard as I worked my way back up his now lightly sweaty
chest.

We kissed again as Mike's breath returned to normal, and I continued to
work my way further up his chest until my knees were over his shoulders, my
pussy inches above his mouth.  The lust on his face was intense.

"That bad cock went somewhere it didn't belong.  What do you say?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me, tell the pussy."

Mike's eyes shifted away from mine before he spoke.

"I shouldn't have fucked Faith last night. I'm sorry."

"Are you going to make it up to the pussy?"

He nodded.

"Good boy."

I lowered myself towards him and his lips moved along my pussy, making me
groan and cup my breasts.  Our eyes locked together. I ground myself into
him as he ate me with loud slurping noises.  I reached down and pulled my
lips apart as I spoke.

"Let me see that soft wet tongue against my pussy.  That's it.  Yeah, baby,
that's a good boy."

His tongue pushed into my pussy as my eyes shut and I began to pant again.
I gyrated against him until his tongue slipped out again and started moving
toward my clit.

"Let me see that tongue along my slit.  Now bring it up to my clit and make
it happy."

He did as I instructed and I gasped and moaned and ground myself into him,
loving the good vibrations his tongue produced, feeling another orgasm
begin to build between my legs.  I came violently this time, thrashing
against his face, coating it with my juices as I screamed in pleasure.

When I recovered, I twisted back off of Mike and glanced down at his cock.
It was standing straight up, straining toward the ceiling.  We both looked
at it, then at each other.

"Whose pussy does that cock belong inside of?"

Mike whispered his response.

"Yours."

I faced the end of the bed and placed my knees beside Mike's ears.

"Ask the pussy to let you fuck it."

His face hidden between my legs, he complied.  I slipped my knees over his
shoulder and gyrated my pussy back toward his face. His tongue nuzzled it
and I pulled it away.  Then I crawled a few inches down and did it again
keeping my pussy just out of his reach.  I bent forward so my tits rubbed
against his cock. I twisted my chest to bounce their softness against his
hardness, then grasped the shaft and brushed the head of his cock against
each nipple.

I gyrated my ass again, opening up my pussy to him, and then moved further
down toward his cock.  When I reached it his cock jerked but I rose up on
my knees, lifting my pussy beyond his reach, letting him thrust between my
legs but not granting him entry.

Having cleared his hard cock, I slid my ass down along it, lowering my slit
until it rested against the top of his balls. Mike again moved his hips
upward sliding along the crack of my ass but hitting nothing but air.  I
shifted around his legs until I faced him again.  His face wore an intense
expression and his arm muscles were taut, moving against the silk scarves
that secured him.  But he was having no more success than he had getting
his cock inside me.

I lay flat on the bed between his legs, and settled my tits around his
straining cock.

"Whose tits feel best against your cock?"

His head sank into the pillow and his voice was weak.

"Yours."

I slid my tits along his shaft as he began to thrust against them, then I
shifted so I could taste him again.  He thrust into my mouth before I
pulled away and again began to move my tits against his shaft.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Have you confessed all your sins and asked for forgiveness?"

"Yes, God damn it!"

I straddled him again and he moved his hips upward as my knees lifted me
one more time away from his straining cock.

Suddenly the head board splintered with a sharp cracking sound and I
screamed as Mike rose upward, his hands free as the wooden slats fell away.
His arms were around me in an instant and threw me off of him, then he
quickly moved between my legs, pulling me down toward his cock.

"You shouldn't cock tease, Melissa.  You might not like what you end up
getting."

Mike buried his cock inside of me then pulled it out.  He paused, and then
did the same thing again and again and again.  Insertion, withdrawal.
Insertion, withdrawal.  I gasped each time he penetrated and deserted my
pussy.

"Please fuck me!"

"I'll think about it."

"Please!"

"Why should I?"

"Because you know you want to.  Because I need your cock so much.  Because
your cock and my pussy are meant to be together!"

Mike entered me then and started fucking me, hard and continuously, long
strokes or short, he kept fucking me mercilessly.  He groaned, I moaned,
and our eyes came together as his lips sought mine.  I whispered to him.

"I love your cock inside me!"

His eyes shut as he concentrated on fucking me, and our moans grew louder.
He slipped out of me then and pulled at my hip, lifting me off the bed
until I got on my knees.

"Back that sweet pussy up and fuck me."

I did as I was told, reaching between my legs to move his cock into
position, and then pressing against him until it slid inside me.  I moved
my pussy along his cock, feeling every inch as I impaled myself.  I moved
my ass quickly back into his crotch, then slowly moved forward before
finally he began to fuck me steadily and deliciously.

Mike began to pull my hips back into his crotch, and as he inched his way
backward, I kept myself impaled on him.  Finally he slipped out as he came
off the bed and pulled my ankles off with him.  He lay my feet on the floor
so I was bent at the waist against the mattress. Mike resumed his savage
pounding of my pussy, making me scream as his thrusts pinned me against the
bed, with no room to absorb his thrusts as he fucked me like a piston.

"Whose cock belongs in this pussy?"

"Yours!  Whose hot pussy does your cock belong inside?"

"Yours!"

Mike grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly, lifting my face toward the
ceiling as he continued to move in and out of me.  His other hand moved
along my cheek as I reached up and slipped a finger inside his hand,
silently wishing he would never stop fucking me.

He started filling me with long deep strokes and my pussy started spasming
around him as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced left me
gasping and moaning and screaming and cumming for what seemed like an
eternity.

My pussy clenched and released so strongly that he slipped out of me. Mike
turned me around and slipped his cock inside of my mouth, resuming his
thrusting as my hand moved to my pussy, fingering my clit and triggering
another soul-altering orgasm which scrambled my senses even as he kept
fucking my mouth.  I gasped and shook as my orgasm subsided, then my eyes
went upward to Mike's and as they met, he began to cum, great long shots of
his hot cream hitting my throat and coating my face and tits.  I began to
stroke him with one hand as I massaged his cum into my tits, coaxing out
the last few spurts before I gently took him into my mouth and cleaned up
his precious cock.

When I was done, I looked up toward Mike and caught a glimpse of myself in
the ceiling mirror, sitting on the floor, my tits and face covered in my
lover's cum, his cock dangling just above my smiling face, and his
sweat-covered muscles.  I turned my head to see his handsome face smiling
at me, as his chest still heaved from his exertions.  I slipped him back
into my mouth, luxuriating in his taste and texture, until he reached down
and lifted me up, holding me gently to him as our mouths came together.  My
hands entwined around his head, his arms held me tenderly as he moved me
back onto the bed.

We kissed tenderly until I lay my head against his shoulder, our legs still
halfway off of the bed.  I began to laugh then and Mike looked at me
quizzically.

"I was just thinking about an old commercial.  Like peanut butter and
chocolate, your cock ..."

"... and your pussy ..."

"Go great together!"

We finished the sentence together and then laughed, and then we kissed
again as I pulled Mike's face toward my own.  He pulled away then and then
looked into my eyes.

"I love you so much, Melissa and I can't imagine losing you.  Will you
marry me, make me the happiest man alive?"

I stared into his eyes in disbelief and burst into tears, so overwhelmed I
couldn't speak.

"Is that a yes?"

I kissed him and nodded my head.

"Yes, yes I'll marry you!"