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Why I Love Sundays

You take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom. Our mouths find each other and we kiss deeply, hungrily, our hands exploring each others’ bodies through our clothes. You pull my shirt over my head, while my hands fumble with the button on your jeans. You kiss my neck, making your way down to the swell of my breasts as you unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor. You cup my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently, making me shudder and moan with pleasure. I kiss you deeply again, then pull your shirt over your head. I kiss your chest as my hands busy themselves inside your underwear, freeing your already-hard cock. I surprise you by quickly dropping to my knees and taking you deep into my mouth, licking and sucking your cock while I massage your balls. You moan with pleasure and I can feel your balls tighten in my hand already, as your cock swells in my mouth. “You have to stop”, you say, but I ignore you and continue to lick and suck you. I want to make you cum with my mouth. “No! I don’t want to cum yet,” you say and pull away from me, forcing me to stop. I’m slightly disappointed and tell you so. “I don’t want to cum yet,” you repeat, “I want to taste you.”

I quickly remove the rest of my clothing and lie down on the bed. You bury your head between my thighs, expertly flicking your tongue over my clitoris, making me cum almost instantly – the first of many orgasms. I writhe and moan with pleasure, gripping your head between my thighs as you continue licking my most sensitive area, making me cum over and over again. “You’re so lovely and wet,” you say as you raise your head, your mouth and chin glistening with my juices. You climb on the bed and kneel between my thighs, easing the head of your cock into my slippery cleft. “Oh, you’re so gloriously wet!” you exclaim, as you begin to slide in and out of me, your head thrown back and your eyes tightly shut. I chuckle throatily, which turns into a groan as your cock hits just the right spot and I start to cum again, clamping my legs around your lower back, pulling you deep into me. You lean forward to kiss me and I can taste myself on you. You support yourself above me on your arms and we rock together in unison for a while, stopping every so often when an orgasm rips through me, and you allow me to enjoy it before moving inside me again.

I’m in a take-charge mood today. “I want to fuck you,” I say, so you roll off me onto your back and I straddle you, easing myself down onto your cock. I start undulating on you and you thrust upwards, but I want to be in control. I interlace my fingers with yours and lean forward, pinning your hands above your head as I ride your cock up and down, controlling the pace and the depth. The expression on your face could be pleasure or pain, so I ask if you’re alright. “Oh, yes! This is wonderful,” you say breathlessly, so I carry on, teasing you, squeezing you, every so often stopping to enjoy yet another orgasm. I’m loving the powerful feeling of being in control, which is making our encounter all the more pleasurable for me.

You bend your knees, pushing yourself deeper into me. I release your hands and you take hold of my breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, making me shudder and moan atop you as you thrust into me. Suddenly, you roll me onto my back, lifting my legs and propping them on your shoulders, opening me wider and allowing you even deeper access to me. You thrust slowly and deliberately into me, each stroke bringing its own orgasm. You pinch my nipples between your fingers, making me cum even harder. “Oh, I love it when you cum on my cock,” you say, “I can feel every glorious wave of your orgasm.” Soon, my orgasms are overlapping so fast I don’t know where one ends and the next begins. It feels so wonderful I don’t want you to stop. But you have your own orgasm to think of too, and soon you begin to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder into me, so it’s a little painful, although still pleasurable.

You lower one of my legs and use the other to turn me over onto my front. I raise myself up on my knees, pushing back against you as you thrust into me, stroking my back with your fingers, heightening my pleasure. You vary your speed; fast and hard, then long, slow thrusts that make me quiver and gasp with pleasure. But your orgasm is approaching and now your speed picks up, an urgency to your strokes. “I want you to cum in my mouth,” I say, so you pull out of me and I turn around quickly, taking you as deep into my mouth as I can manage, sucking the head of your cock while I pump the shaft with one hand and squeeze your balls with the other. Very soon I feel your balls tighten in my hand and you start to pant and moan. Suddenly you let out a long, loud groan and my mouth is flooded with your semen. I swallow as quickly as I can, sucking every last drop from your cock, still pumping your shaft and squeezing your balls until you’re completely spent.

We collapse together in a sweaty heap on the bed, snuggling and nuzzling each other in the afterglow of our explosive coupling. “That was rather pleasant,” you say, in your understated way. “That was fucking brilliant!” I reply with a grin. “I love Sundays.”

 
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Posted by on 29 July 2011 in Factual

 

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One-Day Conference

It started with some mild flirting online, then the conversation turned dirtier and led to us swapping e-mail addresses so we could exchange photos and sexy ideas. You had a lovely cock and said I had a gorgeous ass – asses were your thing, the bigger the better, which was just as well, as I am more than amply endowed in that area.

We chatted online every day, sometimes for hours, not just about sex, but about our lives in general. But mostly about sex. We were on the same wavelength and turned each other on with our words and pictures. It was a shame you lived so far away, that it was so unlikely we would ever meet.

But that all changed when I was sent to Manchester for a conference. I was coming to your home town for an overnight stay at a hotel. When I told you the news you immediately asked, “Can I see you?” That was a silly question. I was dying to meet you and we could spend the whole night together before my conference the next day.

I arrived on the Tuesday evening. You met me at the train station. I recognised you from your photos: 6’4”, dark, wavy, collar-length hair, slightly greying at the temples, giving you a distinguished look; chocolate brown eyes and full lips with a strong, cleft chin. I waved to you to catch your eye and you walked over to greet me. “Hello,” you said. “Hi,” I replied, feeling shy all-of-a-sudden, which was ludicrous, given the content of our exchanges up until then. We’d seen each other naked, albeit in photographs, and discussed our deepest sexual fantasies, but standing there before you, I felt very awkward. I pushed the awkwardness aside, put down my suitcase and put my arms around you, kissing you on the cheek. Your aftershave was light and woody. You immediately wrapped your big, strong arms around me, pulling me close, nuzzling my ear and murmuring, “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Your mouth found mine and we kissed properly for the first time, there on the platform, softly and tenderly at first, then more intensely, our tongues exploring each others’ mouths. You tasted of cigarettes and mint chewing gum. I could feel your erection pressing against my abdomen. “Let’s go to the hotel,” I said.

You took my suitcase in one hand and took my hand with the other, two soon-to-be-lovers hurrying through the train station as we made our way to the taxi rank. “The Ramada” I told the driver and we settled back in our seat, still holding hands. The taxi ride to the hotel only took a few minutes and you waited in the lobby while I checked in. You met me at the elevator and we rode in silence to my room, the model of propriety. I couldn’t help stealing glances at you – you were so much more handsome in the flesh. I’d been longing to meet you for such a long time and now it was finally happening.

We reached my hotel room. I unlocked the door with my key card and went inside. You deposited my suitcase beside the dressing table, then turned to me. I’d dressed very carefully for our meeting, knowing your preference for tailored jackets, crisp white blouses, black pencil skirts and black underwear with seamed stockings, which I’d bought specially for the occasion. I’d even worn heels, again, bought specially for the occasion, instead of my usual sensible shoes. I’d taken extra care over my make-up, lining my upper lids with a sweep of black eye liner and rouging my lips with crimson lipstick, which was now slightly smudged. I wanted this to be special for you. You’d dressed for me too: a charcoal suit with a single-breasted jacket that fit you perfectly; a light blue button-down collared shirt and navy blue tie with a pale blue stripe that offset your eyes perfectly.

I removed my jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner of the room. I walked towards you, placing my hands on your chest and sliding them up behind your neck, standing on tip-toe to kiss you. Your arms snaked around my waist, your hands slowly moving downwards, exploring the roundness of my bottom, squeezing and kneading me through my skirt. I felt the heat in my groin at your touch and pressed my body hard against yours, grinding myself against you. I broke our kiss and tugged at your tie urgently. You got the message and removed your jacket, throwing it on the chair, as I unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your broad, hirsute chest. I ran my fingers through the thick mat of hair, relishing the experience. I’d wanted to do this for a long time. Your photos had revealed a thick pelt of fur that covered most of your body and I couldn’t wait to explore it.

“I want to fuck you,” I said. I unbuttoned my blouse, almost ripping it in my haste to undress. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it, revealing the stockings and suspenders underneath. You quickly removed your shirt and trousers then reached for me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply, your hands cupping my bottom once again. You kissed my neck and the swell of my breasts. “You have a gorgeous arse,” you said. I smiled and slid my hand inside your boxer shorts to free your hard cock. You groaned. “And you have a gorgeous cock,” I replied, “ and I want you inside me,” I said as I stroked you. I let your boxers drop to the floor and you stepped out of them. I pushed you back onto the bed, straddling you and kissing you again. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, throwing it on the floor. You reached for my breasts, thumbing the nipples, then sitting up to take them in your mouth, one at a time. I gasped with pleasure, feeling myself grow wetter at your touch. I kicked off my heels and you helped me remove my panties, leaving me in only my stocking and suspenders.

You slid your hand between my legs, feeling my hot wetness for yourself. “You’re as wet as I imagined you’d be,” you said. You slid a finger inside me, causing me to gasp, then another and pressed your thumb against my clitoris. I moaned and rocked on your hand, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, enjoying the moment. Then I remembered my purpose and told you to move up the bed so we would be more comfortable. I straddled you again, taking hold of your cock, teasing us both by sliding the head back and forth along my slit, letting you feel my wetness. Then I sank you into me, slowly and deliberately, then, placing my hands on your chest, I started to rock back and forwards on you. Your fingers found my nipples and tweaked them, sending shockwaves to my pussy, causing me to cum for the first time. I tweaked your nipples in return, hearing your sharp intake of breath, which made you thrust hard into me. With a smirk, I squeezed your nipples again, to which you responded with a growl and try to roll me over onto my back, but I resisted, trapping you firmly between my thighs, bearing down on your with my weight. “No you don’t!” I said. “Stay right there.”

I intensified my movements, riding your cock hard, gyrating my hips, making you moan. You grabbed my hips, reaching round to grab my arse. I leaned forward, bracing myself on the headboard, my breasts suspended above you. You caught one of my nipples in your mouth and drew it between your teeth, sucking it forcefully and biting it gently. I came again, as you knew I would, becoming wetter than ever, my juices coating your shaft as I slid up and down on you. I increased my pace, driving myself down onto you, as you thrust upwards to meet me, our bodies slapping together as they met. “I’m going to cum,” you gasped. “Cum, then. Cum inside me.” I replied and squeezed you hard with my vaginal muscles. You let out a loud groan as you bucked against me. I could feel your hot cum splashing inside me, which triggered my own orgasm. I sat back on you, grinding myself into you as I gasped and moaned, convulsing on top of you. You reached up and squeezed my nipples again, prolonging my orgasm, as I continued to shudder and moan atop you.

Finally my orgasm subsided and I looked down at you. I leaned forward and kissed you deeply as I rolled off you. You wrapped your arms around me and I snuggled into your furry chest, my hand playing lazily with your now-spent cock. “That was every bit as good as I imagined it would be,” I said. I flashed you a wicked grin. “How long until we can do it again?!”

 
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Posted by on 29 July 2011 in Fantasy

 

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Naked in Waiting

I’ve left the front door unlocked so you can let yourself in and surprise me while I lie sleeping in bed. I’m too excited to sleep, though, so I lie there, naked under the covers, waiting for you to arrive.

I hear the front door open and close, then the jingle of the bells on the hall door. I lie with my back to the bedroom door, trembling in anticipation. You silently enter my bedroom and wordlessly undress before slipping under the covers. Without preamble, your hand goes straight between my legs, your fingers sliding into my soaking wet pussy, causing me to writhe and moan at your touch. You turn me over onto my back, so that I’m facing you. You kiss me as you continue to stroke my pussy, your thumb playing with my clit while your index and middle fingers slide in and out of me. I part my legs to give you more access, moaning softly. You smile knowingly at me.

You lower your head to my right breast and suck hard on my nipple. You know this will make me cum immediately, which it does. I shudder and tremble, my cunt muscles tightening on your fingers. “That’s it,” you say, “come on my hand, baby.” I’m powerless not to, as you continue to tease my nipple with your tongue and teeth, nibbling gently, sending shock waves directly to my pussy.

You remove your hand from between my legs, your fingers glistening with my juices. You offer them to me and I suck on them greedily. You grin at me, remove your fingers and replace them with your mouth, kissing me deeply so you can taste me for yourself. I can feel your cock, hard against my thigh. I reach down to grasp it, but you stop me. “Not yet”, you say. Instead, you throw the covers off us both and lie full-length on top of me, your legs between mine, and you take both of my breasts in your hands. You suck each of my nipples in turn, giving them equal attention and making me cum over and over again. I wrap my legs around you, longing to feel you inside me, but you have other plans.

You slowly kiss your way down my body towards the juncture of my thighs. Then your face is between my legs, your tongue pushing through the folds of skin to find my clitoris. I draw my knees up and open my legs wider to give you better access. You spread my pussy lips with your fingers and draw lazy circles around my clit with your tongue, then flick the tip, making me gasp, before licking your way down to my entrance, probing your tongue inside me, drinking in my wetness. You grab my legs behind my knees and push them away from you, tilting my pelvis upwards and opening me even wider, all the while lapping at my pussy. Your tongue moves downwards towards my arsehole, circling it with soft, fluttery strokes, then probing it with the hardened tip, sending shivers through me like electricity, causing my breath to catch in my throat. My moans of pleasure encourage you to continue lavishing my arsehole with attention and very soon I’m coming again.

I move my hand down towards my pussy, but you slap it away. “No!” you say, “You’ll have to wait.” I groan in frustration; I really want you inside me right now! Instead, you lower my legs and swivel around so that your cock is now over my mouth. I grab hold of it before you change your mind and take it as deep as I can manage into my mouth, sucking you hard. I keep my hand on the base of your cock to stop you from choking me as you begin to thrust gently into my eager mouth. The taste and smell of you excites me. As I work on your cock with my mouth and hand, I massage your balls with my free hand, squeezing them gently and rolling them in my palm. I stroke your perineum, which causes you to groan loudly, as you know what’s coming. Slowly and gently I ease my finger into your arsehole. You gasp with pleasure as I massage your anus and use my tongue to tease the head of your cock. I know you can’t take too much of this treatment, so your orgasm won’t be far off.

Suddenly, you roll off me, sit up and tell me to get on my knees. I don’t argue. I bury my face in a pillow and present my arse to you. You enter me easily, I’m so gloriously wet. You grab hold of my hips and thrust hard into my soaking cunt. It’s what I’ve been waiting for and it feels so good! I start to cum, moaning loudly into the pillow, my cunt muscles clenching your cock with the force of my orgasm. This sends you over the edge and, with a roar, you cum inside me. Knowing you’ve reached your climax sends another orgasm ripping through me and you stay inside me until it subsides.

We collapse on the bed in a heap, lying face to face with our arms around each other and our legs entwined, kissing and touching each other, unwilling to break contact. Your hand makes its way down my back towards my buttocks, returning to its familiar place between my legs, made even more slippery now that your fluids are combined with mine. I open my legs for you and you stroke me, knowing that I’m always ready for more and you return your attention to my ever-responsive nipples. I tremble and moan as yet another orgasm overwhelms me, my head thrown back, my eyes tightly shut. As it subsides I open my eyes to find you watching me intently. “You’re beautiful when you cum”, you say. “I could watch you do that all day.” I kiss you. “And I’d be happy to let you, if I could,” I reply. “But it’s a long drive back to Glasgow, so we’ll need to leave it there for now.”

Reluctantly, you gather up your clothes from where you left them on the floor and get dressed. You give me one final hot, deep kiss goodbye, then leave me as you found me, lying in bed, naked under the covers.

 
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My Début as ‘Mistress Tina’

One of my boyfriends expressed a desire for me to dominate him. While I have a strong personality, I prefer things to be on an equal footing in the bedroom. Also, I’ve never been keen on role-playing – I find it incredibly difficult to keep a straight face and stay in character – however I decided to put all of that aside and, for him, I created the character ‘Mistress Tina’. I had none of the necessary garb, so I had to improvise: black bra & thong underwear (how I hate wearing a thong!), my only pair of heels (which I’d owned since the 80s and were now far too tight), and a crimson satin bathrobe completed my outfit. I scraped my hair back into a severe high ponytail, lined my eyes ’50s-style with black liquid eye liner and rouged my lips with blood-red lipstick. I had no S&M gear, so I armed myself with the only appropriate item I had to hand: a wooden back-scratcher.

When my boyfriend arrived I opened the door wearing my most disdainful expression and ordered him inside. He was incredibly excited, which was evident from the bulge in his jogging bottoms. The first things I did was berate him for his choice of clothing.

“Is this how you dress for a special appointment with Mistress Tina?!” I demanded.

He didn’t answer, although he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Stop grinning like the village idiot and answer me!” I barked. “How dare you come to my home dressed like a tramp! I deserve more respect from you than that! What do you have to say for yourself?!”

He giggled nervously, but still didn’t say anything, which made me want to laugh too, but I bit it back and pretended to be angry.

“How dare you laugh at me! Get into the bedroom and take those hideous clothes off at once!” I ordered. He darted into my bedroom and quickly undressed. His hard-on sprang free of his underwear and was bigger than I’d ever seen it before. I had a feeling this was going to be a very good session.

I ordered him onto his hands and knees and commanded him to crawl towards me. I decided he was being too slow, showed him the wooden back-scratcher and told him I was going to punish him. His cock visibly twitched at that news. I struck him across the buttocks with the back-scratcher, which caused him to yelp in surprise.

“Silence!” I said and struck him again. This time he gave a sharp intake of breath, but didn’t cry out. After several blows his cheeks were livid, so I stopped, as I didn’t want to hurt him and we hadn’t agreed upon a safe word (rookie mistake).

“So, what are we going to do today, then?” I asked rhetorically, staring down at him, trying to look severe. I was in charge, which I was enjoying, although this was new territory for me. I was having to work very hard to stay in character and to create a believable scenario that would fulfil his fantasy.

I knew what he liked. I took off my robe and turned my back to him. “Lick my arsehole!”, I commanded, and he eagerly complied, spreading my cheeks, moving my panties aside and going to work on my arse with his tongue. He had a real talent for anilingus and I had to force myself to stay upright and not let my knees buckle as he worked his magic on me. He started with broad, wet strokes of his tongue, then he darted the tip deftly in and around my arsehole, fluttering his tongue and tickling me as he worked away. He started to use his fingers on me, but I hadn’t given him permission to do this, so I spun round and struck him smartly on the backside with the back-scratcher, which was still in my hand.

“I never told you you could use your fingers on me, did I?!” I yelled. He didn’t answer. “Answer me!” I snapped. “No”, he said quietly. “No what?!” I demanded. “No, Mistress Tina” he replied meekly, his eyes shining with excitement. He was thoroughly enjoying our game.

“You do nothing without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Tina.”

“Right,” I said, “lie down on the bed on your back.” He complied. I had dug out my old school ties and tied them to the bed posts. I now used them to bind his wrists and ankles. I paraded back and forth, surveying his naked form, wearing my sternest expression, while lazily slapping the back-scratcher into my open palm. He lay there silently, watching me. I was still wearing my bra, thong and high heels and he was enjoying the view, which was evident from his still-raging hard-on. I decided to blindfold him too, using a sleep mask I kept in my bedside drawer. He started to protest, but I cut him off and reminded him that I was in charge, so he submitted to the blindfold.

The back-scratcher had a ribbon attached to the handle and I used this to trace patterns on his body, brushing it across his chest and stomach, down the outside then up the inside of his thighs, going tantalisingly close to his cock and balls without actually touching them, causing him to groan in frustration. He tried moving his pelvis to gain the contact he wanted, but I struck him on the leg with the back-scratcher and ordered him to lie still. I tweaked his nipples, pinching them hard and twisting them slightly, causing him to hiss in pain, but I could tell he enjoyed it.

I kicked off my heels (with no small amount of relief!), climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. I manoeuvred myself so that my pussy was as close to his face as I could get it so he could smell my sex. He lifted his head, but I pushed it back down and commanded him to lie still. I leaned forward and braced myself on the headboard as I lowered myself onto his face and rubbed my panty-clad crotch over his nose and mouth so he could feel my wetness. He tried to use his mouth on me, but I ordered him to stop and be still as I continued to rub myself on him. Looking back over my shoulder I could see he was loving it from the way his cock twitched every so often. I grinned to myself – I was loving the whole experience of being in control so much more than I’d imagined I would.

I climbed off him and moved down to the foot of the bed. I stood still for a while without speaking so that he would wonder what was coming next. I climbed back on the bed and positioned myself between his legs. I started to slowly lick my way up the insides of his thighs, all the way up to his balls, skirting around his genitals and down the other leg to the knee. I left trails of saliva on his skin, blowing on them as I went, watching as his balls tightened in response to the change in temperature. He moaned softly from time to time, which I ignored; I was tired of issuing orders. I was soaking wet and wanted him inside me.

Without warning I took his cock in my mouth, as far as I could (deep throat is not part of my repertoire). I sucked him hard, using my tongue to create pressure and he groaned more loudly the harder I sucked. Then I let him go and licked his shaft with little fluttery strokes, swirling my tongue around the glans and darting it into the tip of his cock. He was breathing hard now and I thought he might on the brink of orgasm so I back off completely. I sat back on my heels and waited. He lifted his head and said, “Don’t stop”. I ignored him and sat there silently for a few minutes, watching his erection, trying to gauge how much further I could push him before he exploded.

I went back to licking the inside of his thighs, but this time, when I reached his balls I took them in my mouth and sucked them hard. He groaned and I tickled them with my tongue, describing patterns with my saliva and blowing on them, as I had his thighs. He writhed beneath me, enjoying my ministrations and I took him in my mouth again. I started sucking him in earnest this time, moving up and down his shaft quickly, causing him to gasp and moan.

“I don’t want to cum yet”, he said, “I want to fuck you. Let me fuck you”. By now I’d dropped all pretence of ‘Mistress Tina’. I was more than ready for him, so I took off my underwear and straddled his cock, guiding him into my hot wetness. His cock felt enormous as I took it deep into my throbbing cunt. I started riding his cock hard, driving him deeper into me with every downward stroke. He thrust upwards to meet me as best he could, bound as he was. I was so turned on I started to cum almost immediately, and he could feel my cunt muscles gripping him tightly as each wave of my orgasm washed over me. Very soon he started to cum too, shooting his hot, sticky load into me.

I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. He returned the kiss hungrily, his passion not yet spent. “Untie me” he whispered in my ear, so I obliged, untying his hands first. He removed the blindfold, rolled me off him, then untied his own ankles. He climbed on top of me, parting my legs with his knee, his cock still hard against my thigh. He rubbed my slippery cleft with his fingers, making me gasp as he plunged two of them into me and rubbed my clit with his thumb. He kissed me again, hard and deep, before moving his mouth to my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples as he finger-fucked me to orgasm. I drew my knees up to my chest and he threw my legs over his shoulders to achieve maximum penetration as he plunged his cock into me. I started to cum again as he thrust into me hard and fast, heading towards his own orgasm. I was still cumming when he finally came, groaning loudly and collapsing on top of me.

My orgasm seemed to last forever and I was still trembling with the force of it when he made to move off me. I said “no!” and wrapped myself around him to keep him between my legs as I continued to shake and convulse with the force of my orgasm. As the contractions in my cunt subsided I finally let go of him and allowed him to roll off me.

“So, did you enjoy that?” I asked him, with a smirk.

He flashed me a wicked grin and asked, “When can we do it again?!”

 
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First Encounter

After chatting online for a few weeks via messenger and web cam, we’d arranged to meet. You were coming to my house, but we met in the pub first to see if we clicked in person. I wanted to make sure I didn’t get any weird vibes off you before allowing you into my home. You looked a lot older in real life than you did on cam, but that wasn’t important. I was more interested in the contents of your jeans than what you looked like.

We sat in a booth across the table from each other, making small talk, sizing each other up. You got impatient and moved around the table to sit beside me, trapping me against the wall. It made me feel uncomfortable. You put your arm around my shoulders, squeezing me a bit too tightly then, without warning, you kissed me. It wasn’t a pleasant kiss; I felt like you were trying to give me a tonsillectomy with your tongue. I pushed you away, forcefully.

“What was that?!” I exclaimed. You looked confused. “Who taught you how to kiss? That was awful. This is how I like to be kissed”, I said and proceeded to demonstrate my technique on you. You followed my lead and very soon things heated up between us, our hands exploring each other through our clothes. I became aware that we were putting on a show for the rest of the pub, so I said, “Let’s get out of here.”

We’d arrived in separate cars, so I told you to follow me. When we reached my house I’d cooled off a bit and slipped into “hostess” mode. I offered you a drink and made my way into the kitchen, making small talk again as I went. You followed me and, as I reach for the refrigerator door, suddenly you were all over me, your hands up my shirt and down my trousers. You spun me around, pushing me up against the fridge, kissing me deeply in that nasty way of yours. Before I knew what was happening, I was standing there with my trousers and pants down at my knees and my shirt around my neck, my tits scooped out of my bra. You were sucking hard on my nipples while stroking my pussy lips. I started to cum, my legs shaking and my breath coming in small gasps. You stopped, giving me a curious look, leaving me panting, dazed and confused. I wasn’t used to such rough treatment, but I liked it.

I reached for your belt buckle and undid your jeans, freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. It was every bit as impressive as it had been on web cam. You were hot and hard and the tip of your cock was slippery with pre-cum. You kissed me again as I stroked you, then I stripped off my clothing and led you by the cock into the bedroom. I knelt on the bed, reaching across to my bedside table on the other side of the bed, where I kept my condoms. You took the opportunity to bury your face in my crotch, spreading me wide with your fingers as your tongue found my clit. I moaned and shuddered as another orgasm swept over me. I was in a state of extreme arousal.

You undressed quickly, leaving your clothes in a heap on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed and unwrapped the condom. I rolled it over your cock and cupped your balls, squeezing them gently. You let out a small growl, then pushed me back on the bed, lifting my legs so you could gain entry to my sopping wet cunt. “Ooh, you’re so tight”, you said, looking both surprised and delighted. You began thrusting into me and I started to cum again almost immediately. “Fucking hell, I can’t believe you’re coming again!”, you said. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock!”

After a few minutes you grabbed my ankles and turned me onto my front. “Get on your knees”, you said, so I complied. You grabbed hold of my hips and started thrusting into me again from behind. Every thrust was pure pleasure and I moaned loudly as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through me, causing me to collapse onto my face, my arse up in the air. To my surprise you stuck your thumb in my arsehole. This was a new experience, but not an unpleasant one. “Cum on my cock, baby”, you repeated, over and over again. You were clearly enjoying yourself almost as much as I was.

You pulled out of me and told me to lie back on the bed properly, with my head on the pillows. Then, you climbed on top of me, hooking my legs behind my knees and lifting them over your shoulders. You braced yourself on your arms as you pumped away at me again, plunging deeper and deeper into me with every stroke. You hungrily sucked on my nipples, making me cum yet again. “Ohhh, you are one horny bitch!”, you said, your eyes shining with excitement as you continued to pound away at my cunt.

You sat back on your heels, pulling me onto your lap and squeezing my feet as you continued to thrust into me. This was another new, but extremely pleasurable sensation and I came even harder, squeezing your cock with my cunt muscles. “You’re so fucking tight!” you exclaimed again, staring at me in wonder. I don’t think I was at all what you were expecting. I bent my knees, opening myself wider and started to stroke my clit as you continued to fuck me. “Oh yes, play with your pussy, that’s it”, you said, enjoying the view. You were loving this. “Fuck me harder!” I growled.

You were happy to oblige, your pace increasing as you neared your orgasm. You shut your eyes tightly and threw back your head, squeezing my feet even harder as you plunged into me. Then, with one final thrust you let out a loud groan and let go of my feet as you collapsed on top of me, panting. You grabbed my right breast and sucked the nipple hard, nibbling it with your teeth. I gasped and moaned as yet another orgasm ripped through me. “You are un-fucking-believable!” you said, impressed. I grinned, wickedly. “I do have a talent for multiple orgasms”, I said with a wink.

You continued playing with my breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, watching me as I came over and over again. “Ohhh, please say I can come back again”, you said as you lay there on top of me, nuzzling my breasts. I thought it over for a minute. I didn’t like the way you kissed – it was a real turn-off. But we could work on that. “OK,” I said, “you can come back again.”

 
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