Then he dove in. He parted my pussy lips with his tongue and teased my sensitised clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked, while pounding it lightly with his tongue. Then he seemed to get bored with my clit and moved south. My pussy juices were already flowing like a waterfall out of my horny pussy and he started lapping it up. Then I felt his tongue inside my tight hole and I gasped with pleasure as he found my little pleasure spot with it. Soon his tongue was replaced by an ever increasing number of fingers. His lips were back on my clit while he finger fucked me harder and harder. Just as I thought it could get any better my body gave in and I cried out in the night as the orgasm possessed me.
Not until I’d come completely back to earth again did he pull out, trailing back up my body, pinning me down as he placed his pussy wet fingers against my lips. I licked them and he smiled.
“Babe, you tasted much better than I imagined. Can you feel how hard I am again? Get on your hands and knees and let me feel that tight cunt of yours around my cock.”
He rolled off me and I did as he said. Soon I could feel him running his hard meat along my wet slit. I felt his cock head at my cunt opening. His hands grabbed hold of my hips and then he thrust inside me. By the time his balls slammed into my clit I was absolutely filled by his magnificent shaft. I moaned with pleasure as he pulled out and then plunged inside me again. Each powerful stroke ended with a wet slam as skin met skin.
I don’t know how long he fucked me doggie style. It was like time stood still. Each push inside me seemed faster and harder than the previous one. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. His fucking sent my tits bouncing from my chest. Each thrust nearly knocked my chin out as my tits came propelling like huge grapefruits. It was the best fuck I’d ever had. I felt his finger against my clit and he ruthlessly brought me to another orgasm.
This time there was no respite. He pulled out of me and shoved me on the bed. He grabbed hold of my leather boots and placed them across his shoulders. His cock was bright red and shining with the juices from my cunt and he buried himself inside me again. He fucked me like a man possessed. My legs were squashed between him and me as he forced himself even deeper inside my cunt. I could feel my juices running down my crack.
He possessed me. I’d never been taken like this before and never knew how much I loved fucking. I’d always seen sex as something enjoyable, but hardly mind-blowing. This was everything I’d never known I’d been missing. I kept mumbling “fuck me” like a mantra. I never wanted our sweaty union to end. But it did.
Sweat was dripping from his brow as he pounded me as fast and hard as he could. I moved with him, urging him deeper and deeper inside me. Then there was that moment when everything stopped. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I gave in. My cunt squeezed his cock hard, milking it, as I convulsed underneath him. He cried out as he released his load inside me. When we’d both finished cumming he collapsed on top of me. His cock was still inside me as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Too soon he rolled off me and lit a cigarette.
“Babe,” he said with a satisfied smile, “you’re such a good fuck. I’m glad I invited you back tonight.”
“Me too,” I smiled as I let my finger run circles around his nipple.
He grabbed a phone on the night stand and I wondered who he was calling.
“I’d like a taxi please, to 29 George Street. Yeah, just put it on my account.”
He turned to me and kissed me again. “I’m going to have a shower. The taxi will be here in 10 minutes and it’ll take you anywhere you want to go. It’s all paid for.”
With those words he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower starting. My legs were sore as I got out of bed and I could feel his cum running down my legs as I put my clothes on. I’d only managed to get into my clothes when I heard a knock downstairs, the taxi had arrived. My hair was dishevelled as I snuck out into the waiting taxi. All I could smell was his cum and my juices and I was sure the taxi driver could smell it too. I went straight to bed when I came home, but I couldn’t sleep. For the next week I had problems sleeping. I didn’t even know his name, but he’d been the best fuck of my life and my cunt was dying to feel him again. The following Saturday I drove by his house. There was no sign of his motorbike, but there were two old cars parked in the drive. I parked my car and went up to a man who was busy doing something with the engine on one of them.
“Excuse me,” I said and he looked up at me. “Where’s the guy who lives here?”
“I’m the guy who lives here.”
“Oh, did the previous owner move recently?”
“I’ve lived here for 15 years.”
“Oh, do you have a lodger?”
“No, it’s just me. Now can I help you?”
“No, sorry…”
It’s been over a year and I’ve never seen him again. I’ve picked up more men in the bar where I met him, but even though they’ve fucked me good, it’s not been the same. I wanted him and he awoke feelings that I never knew existed. Now I’m even more hungry for his cock, but I can’t find it. If I saw him right now I’d fall at his feet and beg him to fuck me again.