Then I imagined him unloading into my mouth, filling it with his sweet cum. I swallowed it down, looking up at him lovingly. Keeping my hand around his cock, I continued to work it as I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked it.
I could barely get the whole thing into my mouth, but I was a trooper and did my best, switching over to give his other ball some love as well, making him cum within minutes. I barely got it into my mouth before he exploded again.
I imagined him pulling me up to my feet and kissing me passionately, his talented tongue pleasuring mine as he lovingly stroked my pussy. I started stroking myself in real life, mimicking the movements I imagined him doing to me, making me want to scream with pleasure.
Leaving me standing where I was, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees in front of me, and running his tongue the length of my pussy, making me shudder and hum. I imagined running my hands through his thick blond hair as his talented tongue licked me to orgasm.
In my head I came really hard, my body racked with convulsions, Mike grabbing me around the waist and holding me steady as I came down. When I had come down, I imagined him guiding me down onto my hands and knees, raising my ass high into the air, clearly getting ready to fuck me.
As he licked me to a second orgasm, again making me shake with unbridled joy, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees behind me, making me unconsciously tense in preparation for him sliding his huge cock into my wet and willing pussy.
He was gentle, stroking the head of his cock against my pussy lips a few times to get me used to it before pushing down lightly on the small of my back and pushing in the head. I moved my hips to meet him as he pushed in, getting his cock most of the way inside me, making me bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure, his girth grinding right up against my clit as he moved in me.
I pushed three fingers into my pussy to try and simulate how I imagined his cock would feel while I imagined him fucking me. While I did so, I imagined Mike putting his hands on my hips for leverage and fucking me with increasing speed and intensity until he was pounding his cock inside me, bringing me to another wracking orgasm as he unloaded deep inside me.
I stopped touching myself for a moment, just cupping my pussy as I caught my breath, not having cum yet. In my head, I slowly recovered from the pounding Mike had just given me, as he gently stroked my back and kissed the back of my neck, making me feel wonderful.
When I was calm, I imagined him gently massaging my ass. I didn’t have a lot of experience with anal. I had tried it a few times and while it had hurt the first time, the others had actually felt really good. A bit intense, but not actually painful.
That’s what I imagined it feeling like when I imagined Mike sliding his huge, beautiful cock into my ass, prepared for penetration by his loving tongue and fingers.
I couldn’t take much. His cock was so big that even in my mind, he didn’t go in much past the head, which seemed fine with him.
“You okay, baby?” I imagined him asking.
“Yes,” I whispered back in my head and in real life in my bed.
Taking me by the hips for control, he started to slowly move in me, gently fucking my tight little asshole. Again, I moved with him as he fucked me, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, each of his movements sending a shudder of pleasure up my spine. It wasn’t long until we both came again, Mike filling my ass with his cum.
I came in real life too, moaning a bunch as the pleasure, both imagined and real, washed over me, settling into a calm afterglow.
***
The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring, waking me up. I was used to it, but I still got annoyed, not being a natural morning person, but having to become one for my profession.
One of the few drawbacks to being a baker was getting up at four to be ready for the rush hour morning business. I also had to make a cake for an event the next day, so I was glad for the extra prep time.
Holmes and Watson jumped off the bed after treating me to their usual early morning chorus of meows that said, “feed me,” and I rolled out of bed and went off to face another day, moving like something freshly risen from the grave.