Andrew And I: A Fantasy

I’m sure everyone reading this has a fantasy that you masturbate to occasionally. I know I do. For me, it involves a man I have a huge crush on. Actually, the word obsession is a more accurate word, not crush. His name is Andrew. Aside from my boyfriend, Andrew is the kindest, most gorgeous guy I have ever met. As far as looks go, Andrew and my boyfriend are in no way similar. My boyfriend is athletic, black, and he has a huge cock. Andrew is white (same as me) with a normal build. From what I’ve been told Andrew has a normal-sized cock. My fantasy has grown over time. I don’t use it often because it’s a very elaborate fantasy, so it takes time. When I do use it, I end up cumming at least five times and I’m worn out when I’m finished. The last few times I used this fantasy during a masturbation session I began to cry out Andrew’s name some during my orgasms. I know what you’re thinking. I know I’ve probably put more into this fantasy than I should have. I like Andrew so much and he’s always so nice to me. I’d give anything and everything I own to get even an hour with him alone. I will admit that my fantasy does get a bit cheesy at times. Okay, let’s get on with my fantasy: It’s early in the morning on Saturday. I wake up to the sound of a text message on my phone. After I stretch and sit up on the side of my bed, I grab my phone. It’s Andrew asking me to babysit for him. I need some extra money, so I tell him I’ll be there in an hour. Wanting to look my best for him, I pick out my sexiest clothes. I grab a pair of tight-fitting jeans that really show off my curves and a low-cut pink t-shirt that shows plenty of cleavage. I don’t know why but I grab a very sexy black bra and a matching thong. After I get dressed I head over to Andrew’s house. When I walk in Andrew looks at me apologetically. It turned out his mom wanted to watch the baby. He said he’d pay me some for the time I spent coming over to his house. I sit down next to Andrew and tell him not to worry. We begin to talk for a while. I gradually begin scooting closer to him. As I get close enough for our legs to touch, I put my hand on his knee. “Can I tell you something personal, Andrew?” “Of course.” “I’m glad we’re alone right now. I’ve had really strong feelings for you for a long time. I think about you a lot and even imagine doing stuff with you.” “I’m very flattered, Ashleigh. But you know I’m married. We couldn’t act on any feelings you might have towards me.” Becoming very embarrassed, I sit there and start to cry. Andrew wraps his arm around my shoulders and places my head on his shoulder. We sit like this for about ten minutes. “What stuff do you imagine we do together, Ashleigh?” “There are a lot of things. Kissing and sex mostly. I dream about having sex with you a lot. In the dreams we have sex every imaginable way: oral, vaginal, even anal. I’m really sorry that I’m crying. It really hurts thinking I’ll never get to do what I’ve been dreaming about for so long.” Andrew grabs my chin and lifts my head until our eyes meet. He puts his lips to mine and we share a long, very passionate kiss. Andrew’s hands slowly work their way around my body, feeling every inch, every crevasse, of my body. His hands slowly make their way to my breasts, which are aching to be touched. His fingers pinch my small, pink nipples until they are hard as pebbles. Ten minutes pass and Andrew breaks the kiss. He helps me up and he guides me to his bed. Gently, he removes my clothes, licking his lips as he sees my breasts and my pussy. Taking one breast into his hand, he begins sucking on one of my nipples. I feel like I’m in Heaven. He alternates between nipples until I’m begging him to touch my pussy. Andrew lays me down on the bed. Positioning himself between my legs, his tongue meets my pussy. At first his tongue runs up and down my pussy lips, his fingers flicking my clit. With each flick of my clit a spark shot through me like a bullet. Small, quiet moans escape from my mouth, signaling to Andrew the pleasure I’m feeling. Andrew’s licking of my pussy increases in speed and intensity. In mere moments my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I moan loudly and my body writhes uncontrollably. Trying his best, Andrew can’t hold his mouth to my pussy. As I come down from my intense orgasm, Andrew removes his clothes. A dream of mine is finally coming true. Andrew’s cock is so beautiful. After seeing it I sit up and begin stroking it. I stroke slowly, my thumbnail running along the underside of his cock. Using my other hand, I massage his balls. It isn’t long before he’s moaning and leaking precum. It isn’t long before Andrew announces that he’s about to cum. I place my mouth on the head, my teeth putting pressure on the transition from the head to the shaft. Seconds later his cock erupts, spewing cum into my mouth. I take all of it, swallowing fast so none of it leaks from my mouth. As we wait for him to get hard again, we kiss passionately, our hand groping each other frantically. We are like two obsessed lovers, unable to control our urges. Once Andrew is hard again, he positions himself at my pussy. With a slow thrust he enters me. At first his cock just sits inside me, not moving. He then begins to fuck me, slow at first. “Oh Andrew, this is perfect! Your cock feels so good.” Hearing that, Andrew starts fucking faster, harder. Almost screaming, I moan “Oh fuck!” over and over. His hands are pinching my nipples as he fucks. I don’t know how long we fuck when it hits. My cum hits like a rocket. It feels like fireworks exploding all over my body. My cum triggers Andrew’s and he explodes inside me, filling me with his seed. This is by far the best moment of my life. After we finish cumming we lay there holding each other. We talk about how special it is and if we should do it again. We agree to continue fucking each other. Once we finish resting we both get dressed and he drives me home.