'Right there’ rang through my head and spilled out of my mouth as I became his, and his body. Those words, they simmered from my lips achingly toward him, even though he was all but behind me.
Like most, I was on an app. He liked me, and something spun me right, because I liked him back. He called me tall and pretty, wonder if he meant it? Our conversation was up and down. He mentioned a few things I liked and I felt like seeing where this might take me.
You know how those things go, you’re on the app and then you’re suddenly texting. Adult conversation is quite addictive and I adored some of his words. If he wanted to push a topic, I was ready for a ride. So here is how that ride’s gone so far.
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Even before hearing words come from his lips, I could tell he had an appetite for my dark desires as well as his own. We were cute and left each other small snacks of conversation. He told me he liked to write spicy stories and for fuck sake I love a good dripping story. He promised to write me something and I took that as I might be an ingredient for one of them. An ingredient he’ll need to use to see how well it upright’s his dick. The thought made me wiggle a little bit, but honestly I didn’t know what he liked, or if we had the same interests.
He told me he had gotten a cold, and I genuinely felt bad for him. I had been feeling a certain way, hoping he would just bluntly ask to come over, but here we are. He would say things that tore my pussy apart a little bit. One of his messages he said “too bad this cold is kicking my butt. I want something to climb into.” I knew what he was saying, he was hinting he wanted to stamp one of my holes with his dick.
Dammit, this week had me fucked up. All day I had been hoping he would tell me he was better already. I was off from work the rest of the week except for a few work meetings. I could have done without those to be honest. I had a sense he was being patient, trying to get better from his cold. He messaged he was resting up and here I was, lighting a candle for him to come and snatch my clothes off and play with me.
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It was Friday already and I had talked myself into thinking he might be all better and he hadn’t even messaged me yet. Noon swung around and there he was. He was indeed feeling better, but I wasn’t going to let him know I wanted him to come toy with me. I loved that game of getting told what a man will do to me if he gets his hands on me. I knew he wanted to, but no idea how or when. It would be pretty fast for this connection to shoot off like this, but the recipe for fun was undeniable. From talking in an app a week ago to exposing my peach and tits to his hands and mouth. I was talking myself into an orgasm and finding my fingers drifting off to my puss.
Friday evening swung around and the conversation swung around with it. He asked for my number, and I have never messaged anyone back so fast in my life. He texted right after, telling me he wants to see me soon. I was short and to the point texting back “when?”
It must’ve been too fast or he was in the shower getting cleaned up for tonight. After about 15 minutes of me checking my phone every minute, he texts back “I wouldn’t hate seeing you tonight”.
I started to pick up a few things. Throwing toys in the kid’s room. Made my bed. Put a load of laundry in the wash. Dishes in the dishwasher. About 20 minutes passed and I texted back “Ok”.
He asked for my address. It was 6:30pm and he told me 8:00 or 8:30pm.
Chapter [2] - Now You See Me
I had a feeling he was close as my phone buzzed. He had called, telling me he was pulling in my driveway and not to answer the door. Time got real fast on me for a second and then he said “shut the fuck up, save that shit for later when you need to be loud. Right now I want you to strip down slowly as if I was right behind you watching. I don’t give a fuck if I’m not. Open the door for me and slip out a boob and one of those pretty legs of yours and answer the door.
I squirmed and did as he pleased. I slowly released my pants. Slid my shirt off into the pile. Unbuckled my bralette. Panties slid down my legs wet.
I opened the door and he walked up. This is when I tell you what we both look like to get a better picture. I’m 5’10, dark luscious, playful hair. I like my tits and my ass. I love a guy who plants his hands all over me. He’s shorter than me at 5’4”. Just the right height to clean up any mess he makes. He’s got a cute smile and a dad bod. No way does he look 40 but from all the nice signals he’s been sending me, I know he knows a thing or two. I want him to take whatever he wants from me.
He walks up to the door and puts his hand around the other side of the door and squeezes my tush. He tells me he wants to feel my lips and I kiss him. He pulls my hair, and me off of him and tells me to go stand in the living room and to stop looking at him.
I do as he says without question and I hear him locking the door. What a gentleman! To not just shut it. I’m a naked chicken, standing there for his taking.
He clinches my ass a little bit and pushed up on my right boob. His left hand then clinches my left shoulder and I feel some tension, tingling thinking he might thrust into me. He tells me he wants me to pull his hand forward with my body. I do and I can feel him pulling back some. There, just a little bit more without my hand. He starts to scratch my back and ass cheeks with his fingernails. It feels so good. I feel awkward for a moment, leaning forward. That’s what he wanted because he grabs my waist and then tells me to stand comfortably. What he does next makes me lean forward again.
I follow his teeth and lips down my back, gently outlining whatever he can find back there. He bites my ass gently and it drives me wild. I’m almost ready to lean forward as I can tell he’s taken his pants off and pulled out his dick. He gets in a position and spreads my holes from behind. He nibbles my pussy lips with his fingers and then I feel some wetness in my asshole. He starts to lick me out and I’m flooding like a sprinkler out of a fire escape. He’s playing with my pussy while clinching my ass and wrapping his other hand around my hip. He plays with me, rubbing his dick around my legs, in between and behind. He handles my boobs from back there and puts a perfect amount of pressure while licking my sweet tight little asshole.
He tells me he’s thirsty and to get me something to drink. I don’t know what to get him but I know it’s stupid of me to ask. I’m his, right now, and so I get the fuck out of there for a second and fill up a glass with water and one with some alcohol in it.
He did want some water but we share a sip of alcohol as we dash to the couch. He tells me he wants a sandwich and as I get back up, he tells me to sit the fuck down. He tells me he wants me laying on my side with my legs squeezed together. I move the way he wants me to. He looks down and says that’s a fucking good looking sandwich as he pushes his dick around my pussy. Fuck him, squeezing my shit so nicely and the feel of his dick down there. His dick is wet from swirling it around on my pussy lips, as he pushes in nicely. I squirm and make a moan to tell him I fucking love the shit he’s doing to me right now.
He takes my cookies, a sandwich and a goddamn glass of milk from my pantry as he gently pushes in and out consistently, routinely. Damn I want this all the time.
It must’ve been a good half hour as I felt so relaxed feeling his hard dick do as it pleases. He was modest in size and it hit the right spots so well I was ready to be flipped, turned, tucked, and squeezed to his will.
Chapter [3] - Fun Sacks
He pulled out of me and I sat up. He laid across the couch and put his head on my lap. He told me to put my nipples in his mouth and move my boobs around. His eyes were closed and so I closed mine. I eventually moved my hand down his chest onto his cock to greet it and lightly play with his balls.
I wanted him to cum but I knew he wanted to play more. I liked how he sucked on my nipples. They were his for the taking.
He eventually told me to throw something on tv and that we should get up and lounge for a bit. I turned the tv on and went and got a new pair of panties and a shirt. He pulled on his undies and his tank. We cuddled on the couch and even though the tv was on and my eyes were pointed in that direction I was intently listening to what he started saying.
“Marti, I’m not spending the night. Next time maybe if I bring the dog. We’re going to play some more but I want to know a few things” he said as I was shaking my head ready to say yes to whatever he wanted to say.
“I’ve got a few fantasies and one we’re gonna fuck with tonight and the other we’re going to save for a night we can lay down together. I don’t smoke anything, but I want to see you lounging in a tub, smoking a cig while I fuck with your body. I’ll take a drag every now and then but when you smoke, smoke seductively. Hold it sexy. Be dramatic with your arm and elbow. Don’t just inhale that bitch.”
All that he said, was a yes from me. I was ready for a smoke and was about to mention we go out for one.
“The other thing is I want to take a piss. Fuck pissing in the tub. I want to wake up with a raging boner and have to piss. I’m sliding it in your asshole in the middle of the night, waking you up, and a few strokes in, I’m going to start pissing in your asshole. That’s when I fucking own you.”
Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that. It took me by surprise but I started thinking about how that would work and got heated a little bit. How dirty and claiming ownership is such a turn on.
“Next time have some Marlboro Blacks. Let’s go outside and smoke a cig. I’m not finished with you yet.”
We go out on the patio and he’s playing with me while I’m smoking. He grabs the cig and takes a drag and then pulls out his dick. I take the cig back and lick his soft dick before taking a drag myself. It gets hard as I put the cig back on my lips and blow smoke down on him. He grabs my head and fucks my face just a little harder. Pulling his dick out of my mouth and having me puff the cig.
He takes a last puff and puts the cig out.
