Cream for My Coffee

I wake up, alone in bed, to the smell of coffee. There is a bell on the nightstand with a card that says, “Ring for Room Service.”  I grin as I sit up in bed, tug the sheet up over my naked breasts, then ring the bell.

My husband walks in, naked except for a chef’s apron tied around his waist. His 24-year-old, fit, tan body with arms covered in tattoos is such a turn-on to me.

He hands me a black coffee—and he knows I don’t take my coffee black.

“Where is the cream?” I ask.

“We are out of the regular cream, ma’am,” he informs me with a straight face, “but I do have a special cream I believe you would enjoy.”

“Yes, please, let me try that.”  I hand him back the cup and gasp when he unties his apron and I see his semi-hard cock bouncing.

He grabs it and squeezes, using slow pulls and stretches until he swells to his full size. Then he starts pumping furiously.

“My lady, would you consider showing me your lovely breasts to speed this along before your coffee gets cold?”

I slowly pull the sheet down, exposing my tits to his gaze.

“Thank you, ma’am. Your breasts are quite lovely.”

I lift and squeeze them as he compliments me.

“Could I bother you to rub your nipples? I promise my special cream will not disappoint.”

I rub circles around my areolas and moan, then arch my back as I pinch them and twist them so hard they slip from my fingers.

“I’m close, my lady, sooo close…”

I lift my breasts and start licking and sucking my nipples as he moans. Then, pushing his big cock down, he shoots thick, hot ropes of his cum into my coffee cup. Then he smiles and hands me the cup.

His “special cream” floats on top of the dark brew. I lick the cup’s rim to catch a drip that has run down the side. “Mmmmm.”  Then, pressing the cup against my lips, I slowly take the coffee and cream into my mouth and savor the flavor. After I swallow, I tell him, “Most delicious coffee and cream I have ever tasted.

A drip falls from his softening cock. “Does my lady desire anything else at this time?” my server asks.

I set my coffee down with a smile, remove my covers, and spread my legs. Three fingers rub my wet pussy. “How about a breakfast treat for you?” I suggest.

He climbs on the bed and crawls between my legs, licking his lips. Before he dives in, he bends my knees and runs the edge of his tongue lightly up the inside of one thigh. But when he reaches my split, he attacks with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

“Oh! Aaaah…” I grab his head and hump against his delving tongue.

My husband puts his neck into it, sliding his nose against my clit with each lap of my pussy juices. He pulls inarticulate mumbling from me, along with a few expletives! After a while, he slips two fingers into me, spreads them into a V, and rubs the roof of my cavern. It’s not long before a deep spasm shakes me, and juices gush out of me.

Once he has me wet and wanting, he rises to his knees. I lift my hips and watch as he grabs his cock and rubs the head up and down my wet mound. Apparently, my taste and response to his attentions have had a positive effect!

I start wiggling and moaning. “P-please, please take me.”

He slowly pushes his head in, then pulls it out, and repeats this several times until I’m thrashing back and forth.

“Please don’t tease me. Please!”

Finally, he enters me slowly, pressing forward until his abdomen meets my pubic bone ridge. His head passes over my G-spot to a sensitive place deep in my tunnel. I can’t help wiggling and grinding on him as he holds stock still. His big hands wrap around my waist, and our eyes locked as he gripped me tightly.

Then, without warning, he begins to pound.

My eyes go wide, then roll back in my head and flutter shut. His rapid thrusts pull cries out of me that bounce off the walls. The intensity creates a tension inside me that builds up to a climax, releases with a hard pulse and gush, then leaves me limp and breathing hard until the next wave begins to crest minutes later. But his thrusts aren’t only fast; they’re long ones that rake across my G-spot and then strike that deep one over and over. What stamina!

My breasts bounce around in a circular motion with each hard stroke. I moan and thrash as my husband gives me everything he’s got. He’s never been so rough, and I’ve never wanted it so badly. Every nerve in my pussy tingles, and my juices gush like a raging river, splashing off his abs and up my body!

Finally, he starts to make the groaning sound that tells me he’s about to cum.

“In my mouth,” I beg. “I want more of your sweet cream.”

My husband pulls out and straddles my chest, his hand keeping a pace on his cock that keeps him right at the brink of orgasm. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up and forward. As I gasp and open my mouth, he shoves half of his cock into my mouth and holds me steady while he pumps his cum into it. Then, he pulls out, and his cum runs out of my mouth as I struggle to swallow it all.

He’s breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear, happy that his little roleplay turned out so well. “Anything else I can do for you, ma’am?” he pants.

“Yes,” I tell him, feeling very satisfied and completely worn out though it’s only been an hour since I woke. “Cuddle me?”

“With pleasure, my lady.” He wipes a dribble of cum from the side of my chin, then flops down beside me and pulls me against him for a midmorning nap.