Mack Daddy's Distraction Relaxation

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

Mack Daddy's Distraction Relaxation
She came home from work with a headache and a he's the cure?
[Str8] [MF]  [Audio Script] [Female Voice]

I came home from my day in the city with another headache.  But my man has the answer. He lays the cold washcloth on my brow as he whispers soothingly to me.

"Just relax, baby. Give that old head a rest." His fingers gently pull and smooth my temples. The pain doesn't go away, but it does relent a bit. He spoons a bit of herb tea into my waiting mouth before turning on the stereo. I can't help but laugh.

"Um, is that 70's porn music?" You put your finger to my lips and smile.

"Hush, babygirl. This is distraction relaxation and I'm your Mack Daddy tonight."

Deftly, you undo the buttons of my jeans and pull them off me.

"Mmmmmm, looking good," you say as the bassline and funky horns continue. You produce a  basin of warm soapy water and use another washcloth on my feet. You take each foot and gently scrub the upper and the sole.

"Sandals in the city may be sexy as hell, but the feet suffer." Then you wash each toe in turn. When you aren't washing you are massaging and the aggregate feeling is total calming bliss. Even the music sounds good and I laugh at myself.

"Why don't you get out of that tank top for me, cherie?" I pull it over my head and impulsively chuck it at you. You catch it, laughing and put it to your face.

"You," you say. "I love the smell of you."  And I feel a  warmth inside. “Give me more, honeychild. Give me that sports bra too."

Now, I am totally naked, except for the washcloth on my head.

"This is how it works. Wherever I kiss you, relax those muscles."  I'm not sure that plan is viable but I want to try.  You start kissing your way up me now it is slow, and deliberate but sweetly passionate You are spending time on my newly clean feet before moving slowly up me. I relax my feet, let the muscles in my calves slacken, calm my thighs, relax my buttocks. You do something else with the remote and two things happen; the lights dim and a multicolored disco light ball show starts up.

"How's your head now, baby?"

"A little better," I admit laughing at the colored lights dancing around the room.

"That's just not good enough. You sit there, sweetness and Daddy's going to work." You bend down over my wet and willing cunt. I catch my breath as I always do when I see your head between my legs. You blow warm air on me first, before you begin to gently and slowly kiss my nether lips. My clit .makes its appearance and your soft tongue is there to greet it. I don't hold my moans in, I couldn't anyway, and I know how much you love to hear them.

"Don't forget to relax," you intone into me and the vibrations make me gasp. My hands begin stroking my breasts almost on their own. “The whole point of this crazy display--” You pause and I feel your tongue going all the way into me, licking the top of my vagina and passing gently over my clit. I gasp sharply as the feeling makes my whole body flush. “—is to mmm…make you feel fine,” you hum and it is exquisite pleasure. Your hands are stroking my legs, almost massaging them and I have my nipples between thumb and finger squeezing gently. Then you do—I’m not sure what you do, but you surround my clit with some warm wetness and that begins to move slowly in and out and I can’t hold it in any longer. I come thunderously, loudly, and madly…I hear you chuckling when I can process again and I have your head gripped between my thighs.
“Babygirl liked that, I guess,” you say and I nod and release you. Your mouth and tongue are still at work on my vagina and I feel my senses reawakening. “Headache gone?”

“Mostly,” I tell you. “One more orgasm like that might do it, “I tell you, hoping you will take me in your arms and fuck me.

“Well, Mack Daddy must make sure,” you say and insert a finger into me. The feeling shocks me and ramps my response all the way back up. “Though it’s a controversial concept,” you talk into my cunt, the vibrations doing what you wanted.  “...the Idea of the G-Spot first began to be seriously considered scientifically in 1978,” Another finger joins the first and begins to slowly move deep inside and then all the way out, slowly.  You are blowing hot air on my clit as you thrust, and I can’t seem to get my breath, I’m feeling waves of pleasure and I almost twist my nipples off.

“I need you in me,” I tell you.

“Baby, I already am,” you say and again I don’t know what you do. I come, hard, really fast and I feel you in me as I pulsate. Then, you are in my arms and I pull you close. Our mouths find each other as your cock finds my still throbbing cunt. You are fucking me so good, so fucking good and the music track jumps to Foxy’s Get Off and I realize that you are fucking me to the beat. I’m laughing while I’m kissing you and I haven’t felt this good all day.

“Oh, you are so fucking warmed up,”  you tell me. “you feel amazing. Your nipples are so yummy!”

“Is Mack Daddy, pleased?”

“Aw, baby when you call me that it sounds silly.”

“Is Daddy pleased?”

“Better,” you grunt and you push deeper inside me, pull out and push in again.  Then I hear your breathing change and mine follows since I know what’s coming. I decide to push it using tonight’s theme.

“Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” I say into your ear. It does the trick, and you groan deeply.  I feel you filling me up, pumping me full of the thick semen that you saved up all day, just for me;  the sweetest medicine.  Then we lie together just touching and talking nonsense. The lights are kind of charming now and even the music isn’t bad anymore—with a start I realize that my headache is truly gone. I hug you to me closer and kiss your ear, “Thank you, Mack Daddy,” I whisper.