Michael impatiently looked at his watch. It had only been twenty minutes since Barbie had went downstairs to get dressed, but it seemed like an eternity. He had been ready for some time and to say he was excited for the evening to get underway would have been the understatement of the year. She had promised that she was going to turn him on like never before and she wanted fucked like it was the last time they were ever going to see one another. He was sure that both would be satisfied, but his curiosity was driving him crazy as to how she was going to get him going.

Finally he heard her heels clicking on the basement steps and he tried not to hold his breath in anticipation, but did anyway in spite of himself. When she reached the top of the steps and turned the corner into the sitting room where he was waiting, Michael gasped out loud at the vision of pure sexual beauty standing before him.

Barbie was dressed in all black, like himself, from head to toe and her long blonde hair shined brightly against its black background. She was wearing a low cut blouse that gave her beautiful breasts all the freedom they may need to impress any and all onlookers. She wore a tight, very short, skirt with black hosiery of some sort underneath and very spiked heels. Fuck me shoes, they both liked to call them.

"Well handsome, what do you think?," Barbie asked, looking incredibly sexy and serious despite the playful sound in her voice.
Michael sat stunned for a few seconds trying to soak in the vision of beauty in front of him. "I... I... think you look gorgeous," he finally stammered. "You look fucking beautiful," he then added.

"Hmmm... sounds like the proverbial cat has your tongue, sweetie. But... this pussy," she began to rub at her crotch, "will have that yummy tongue of yours before the night is over, right?"
Michael could only nod his head. He was completely putty in Barbie's hands. She crossed the room to stand directly in front of him. She slightly spread his legs and slowly, inch by inch, slid her skirt up revealing the thigh-highs, garters and skimpy thong, she had on underneath. She then lowered herself on to his knee and began to grind her crotch into his knee.

She took his hands and placed one on each of her exposed ass cheeks and steadied herself by placing her hands on his forearms. She began to gyrate her hips and grind her crotch even harder onto his knee. She closed her eyes and slowly tilted her head back. In a barely audible whisper she said, "I'm going to keep grinding my clit onto your knee until I cum and soak my panties."

Michael again nodded. "Do it baby, I want you to soak your panties with your cum." He was tightly grabbing Barbie's ass now and pushing her down even harder than she already was.

Barbie was moaning loudly and had taken her hands off of Michael's forearms and was now squeezing her breasts and nipples through her blouse. "Oh fuck... Oh my fucking God... Michael, I'm gonna cum, baby." She was almost bouncing on his knee now, her body spasming as her orgasm tore through her. "Oh baby, I'm soaking my panties... I'm cumming so fucking hard."
Michael could feel himself becoming very aroused watching the show in front and on top of him. "Come on honey, squirt in your panties for me. I want you to cum all over for me."

Barbie let out one final deep throated moan, then slowly stopped her gyrations until she collapsed, totally spent, into Michael's arms. After a few seconds, she lifted her head and repled, "Mmmm... that was so nice." She smiled and slowly got up from Michael's knee, making sure her legs were steady enough to stand. "Well, you ready to go?"
"I guess so," Michael replied a huge grin covering his face, "but I can't say I would be disappointed if we stayed here and fucked like hell all night!"
Barbie returned Michael's grin and leaned forward, her face inches from his. "Oh, believe me, we are going to fuck like hell tonight mister, but not for quite a while. I am going to torture you like never before and we do finally fuck, I want fucked so hard that I can't walk for days!" With that, she stood up, grabbed Michael's hand and said, "Let's go, we have some drinking to do. I want you to have a whiskey dick tonight!"

With that they exited their apartment and headed for the car. Michael had a distinct feeling that Barbie was going to give him a night that he would not soon forget.