ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #7

... "I'm so close…" he said, looking down at her, pulling out of her mouth slowly. "Take the blindfold… off…. I want… to see you… fucking paint me with your hot cum," she muttered, her body clearly given out. Freddie climbed off her quickly, blindfold in tow, and stroked a few times before he groaned, releasing 10 thick ropes of his cum covering her face, chest, and pussy in the white goo. "Rub it in me, baby… I want your seed to always be my lotion…" He was a bit thrown by this, but any chance to give her what she wanted was always good. His hands covered her body in his seed, rubbing it into her skin until she was a shiny, sticky mess. Freddie pulled the toys out of her and put them to the side before finally freeing Jade from her bindings. Jade was naturally limp after all of this, and Freddie gripped her body as he picked her up, bridal style, and carried her into the bathroom. He turned on the hot water, and slowly lowered Jade into the filling tub. "Master, will you bathe me?" "Of course, Jade," Freddie said, grinning his goofy smile at her, "you don't have to call me that anymore, the fantasy thing is over, baby." Like a cat, Jade's arm reached up and gripped his now flaccid penis tight in her hand. "It's over when I say it’s over," she said, evilly before pulling him into the steaming water. * * * The next hour flew by for the exhausted couple. As Freddie joined his lover in the tub, he slid down the back of the wall until he had his ...

... back against it. Jade turned her back to him, and slipped between his legs, sliding back until she felt his familiar strong arms wrap around her torso. Jade might as well have been in a fantasy still as he rubbed soap and a sponge along her body while gripping her tight. His bathing touch was so intoxicating that she thought for a moment she might fall asl*ep right there- if she didn't crave his touch so much. The way he held her, with such f*rce and strength, and yet gentleness in his touch made her flesh feel like putty in his hands. Once their bath was over, the couple retired to bed, and didn't make love again until the next morning's shower, which was comprised of all the sadness and longing that either of them could manage, knowing their time together was coming to an end very soon. They shed some tears together and limitless promises were made, and with one deep glance, Freddie watched his raven haired angel disappear in a cab headed for the air-port. The web producer settled on the bed and looked for some way to kill the two hours before the tiny airport would produce a plane for his destination. Freddie sat flipping through the TV for several minutes before he felt overwhelmingly frustrated. He reached into his suitcase and stared at the tiny black box for several minutes before he finally had the courage to open it. The diamond shone brightly against the light in the cabin and Freddie couldn't help kicking himself for chickening out.