I laid in his arms and smiled with a deeply satisfied sigh. I slowly caressed his chest, feeling his muscles under my fingers and kissed it tenderly. “You know, I'm really glad I met you” I smiled, kissing a tender path to his nipple. “You sure know how to make a woman forget everything around her when you make love to her”
He grinned, a macho like, self confident grin I normally hate but for some mysterious reason I didn't mind when he looks at me like that. “You mean, when i fuck her.” His grin got even bigger as he watched my face, waiting for a reaction and then watching my slight smile.
“I really don't know why you get away with that”, I tried to sound angry. “I usually don't like that macho behaviour, and the way you look at me when you talk about 'fucking me'. It sounds so... respect less”
His hand was idly caressing my back, running lightly up and down my spine, his dark eyes looking into mine. “Maybe it's because you loose all your good, old fashioned education and turn into a hungry slut when you moan and squirm in lust feeling my hard cock fuck you.” He grinned again and I felt my face turn red, hating myself for that reaction and starting to get angry at him for speaking out loud what I was barely able to admit to myself. He pulled me closer and kissed my eyes and lips tenderly, the warm embrace pushing the starting anger away and bringing back the soft satisfied glow that seemed to cover my body since I finally collapsed on him after having felt his warm semen being pumped into my core.
I've just met that man about 5 hours earlier that day. Having ended a unhappy marriage, I started to go out again and, as if I had to prove to myself that I could still attract guys, started to flirt with the men, getting excited when they seemed to be interested and even had a few fast, cheap one night stands. My sex life in the last couple of years of my marriage was pretty much not existent and although the one night stands were making me feel desired and were thrilling when they started, they usually ended predictably �" with the man either being too drunk to get the cock he had been bragging about to get hard or proving once again that men only care about their own lust when they fuck, usually letting me wanting more while they were happily starting to snore.
He kissed my neck and I felt his warm hand circling my breast. “Didn't happen too often to you, hm?” I looked at him not knowing what he meant. “What you felt today” he smiled. “The way you moaned, the way you moved... the way you looked at me when you realized my fingers would bring you a climax before you even touched my cock”
I looked at him, trying to find out if he was bragging but he looked back calmly and that smut grin was not there. I shook my head and cuddled closer, feeling his finger now circle my hardening nipple. “No...” I shook my head, “Not in years”, blushing again as I just made this confession to a man I hardly knew. I inhaled as I felt the fingers catch the hard nipple, pinching with just the right pressure to make me arch my back in a hint of pain that seemed to ignite the glowing fire in me again.
“Mmmm... so many needs... so much to catch up...” His voice was warm, a whisper in my mind as the fingers and hand lightly caressed the breast that I offered to his touch. “How long,” his lips touching my ear, sending a tingle down my spine.
My mind was swirling, the light caresses and the feeling of his warm body so close to mine started to arouse me again and I was concentrating on the touch of his hand the round breast, a touch that trailed down my ribs, drawing a line on my hip bone and slowly travelling up my stomach only to reach my warm globe again with its nipple even harder and yearning even more to be touched and pinched.
“How long since you last time came on a man's cock?” I was floating in the glow of his touch and before my mind has a chance to refuse the answer, I hear my voice whisper “Six years” and I blushed again deeply.
“Six years...” I hear the warm voice and the lips and tongue draw a wet path down my neck and collar, causing me to breath faster as I hope their journey will lead them to the aching, hungry nipple. “Six years... so much hunger.. “ A light bite on my shoulder makes me moan. “So much thirst...” The warm touch of lips on the soft skin on the tender outside of the breast. “So much need...” The wet soft feeling of a tongue drawing a line towards my nipple as my hand feels his hair trying to guide the head. “So much missed, so much you want to do...” I caress his hair as the warm tongue draws a circle around the nipple and I hear my whisper, my soft begging as I arch my back. “You want it?” The tongue flicks over the hard aching nipple. “Do you want to live out your fantasies?
And as the lips close around my nipple, capture it and suck it into the warm mouth I moan... I moan my answer.
“Yesssss....”
My nipple swells even more between his lips as he suck son it, pinches it, bites it lightly until I squirm and moan next to his body, my hands caressing his hair and his back, moaning, whispering how good it feels and begging him not to stop. His hands grab the base of both my breasts, trapping them, squeezing lightly until I feel the trapped blood make my breasts swell and both nipples ache now, the one that has been sucked and licked because it is so swollen and full with blood the other because it hungers for the same treatment.
“Mmmmm, so soft, so tender.... your body trembling of lust and need... Tell me your fantasy...”
I caress his hair, feeling his tongue draw a wet line to the other breast, licking the skin that is so hard and sensitive from being squeezed. Erotic pictures of my fantasies flash through my mind and I moan. My hand leaves the softness of his hand as I try to reach between my legs to stimulate me, to satisfy the burning hunger I feel, only to be captured and pinned to my side.
“Tell me the fantasy that you have hidden inside... that made your blood stir when you rubbed yourself in these six hungry years...”
I shake my head, I know I can't tell him these thoughts, thoughts I never admitted to my husband or even my best friend and as I shake my head, they begin to materialize behind my closed eyes and I moan with open wet lips. “Nooo... “ I moan, shivering at the thought of revealing my desires to this stranger. The warm tongue flicks tantalizingly over my nipple and I wince, captured in my lust and need as the warm wet touch seems to make my sex getting warmer and hungrier.
“Tell them... let them out after all these years... don't you want it... don't you want to satisfy that hunger as you felt your hunger for a hard, fucking cock being satisfied tonight...”
I hear my breath roar in my ears, I hear my moans and helpless whimpers as they materialize behind my closed eyes, vague forms first, forms who slowly change into two men who look at my squirming, sweating body on the big bed.
His lips close on my nipple and I moan “Men...” and as his teeth sink into my aching flesh I cry out “Two men!” and shiver, my nails digging into his back as I feel the warmth between my legs grow, spreading over my body until ever fibre of it longs to be touched.
“Two men... mmmm... alone with you... with your hungry body....”
And behind my eyes, the men approach me, their hard cocks swinging as they step closer, their hungry eyes taking me in, making me shiver as one of them changes into the man who's warm lips are kissing my ribs, belly, who's tongue plays with my navel.
“And what do you want them to do... what are these lovers doing to you....”
My hands dig in his full, dark hair, as I try to push him down try to guide his head between my obscenely wide open legs, to get that tantalizing tongue lick my swollen overflowing flower. “He licks me...” I whisper, gasping and inhaling deeply as the warm lips touch the hood of my clit.
“And the other... what is the other doing to satisfy his need... what are you doing with his pulsing hard cock... what did you do in your naughty mind as your fingers moved over your wet lips, mimicking the the touch of his tongue and fingers?”
My hands cupped my breasts, squeezed them, fondled them as the other man steps closer, his hard cock only inches from my face. My lovers tongue slides along my wet lips, separates them and moves like a small, wet warm animal between them “I lick...” I hear myself moan and I pinch both my nipples hard as warm skin touches my open lips. He offers two of his fingers to my mouth. “Ohh god...” I hear myself moan as my lips close on them, sucking them, almost feeling the man's hands on my head, pushing me towards his cock, guiding me, dictating how my mouth is supposed to please him.
“You suck... You suck that cock as you sucked mine tonight... you suck it deeply, your squirming hot body drives them insane with need...”
I feel the warm skin on my tongue, sliding in and out of my mouth and it is this ghostlike unknown man who fucks my mouth, his moans and groans making me shiver as I feel my lover move. His strong hands are on my hips, pulling me towards the end of the bed as if I would have no weight.
My eyes open as I feel the soft firmness of a cock slide up and down my lips, separating them as he coats his cock head with my juices. I look at him as he kneels on the floor, guiding his swollen member with his hand.
“What are they doing with you...” He looks in my eyes and I answer, answer without hesitation.
“They fuck me...” My voice is low, sultry as I look at him, both of us captured by this fantasy of mine, as both men move in our fantasy, pin my body down as the need to satisfy their lust grows stronger and stronger.
“How...” he moans, moving up to prepare for the pentration his cock almost entering my swollen cunt.
“My mouth... my mouth... ohhhhh... and.... and... my... pussyyyyyyy!!!!” I scream out as he slams his cock in me with one hard deep thrust, impaling me all the way on his hard, thick cock.
“They don't... make... love.. do they?” He groans, pulling slowly out only to hammer it back in me.
“No.. they.... god... they... FUCK.. ME!”, I scream out. “They ... fuck me... uhhnngggodd... like a ... whore... god.. do me!” I grunt as his hands grab my legs, pushing my knees up until they are pressed against my breasts. His cock slams in me and I hear the bed bang against the wall. He's fucking faster, his cock pushing against the entrance of my womb every time he bangs in me and I moan, hiss, tell him not to stop, tell THEM to do me, to use me.
And then my world ends as the waves start to build. I feel my cunt grabbing his cock as he pulls out feel his hard cock force its way in my tightening cunt, making the heat grow in me with every thrust until my body stiffens and I hear myself scream as the heat and lust gets too much. I stop breathing as I explode, my wet soft walls spasming and quivering they try to milk his thrusting cock. I see his face, see the lust in it, see how he fights for control until he grunts and and forces it in me, making me feel the swollen tip of his cock press against my womb. He throws his head back and grunts again and as I ride the waves of my climax I feel his cock expand and then twitch in me and my fingernails draw red marks on his ass as I feel the warm semen flood my womb. Both of us shiver and animalistic sounds fill the room every time we feel a wave of lust shake our bodies until he slowly sinks on me, pinning me on the bed under his weight. I feel his sweaty skin slide over mine as he starts to move off me and I hold him tight, keeping him from moving.
I caress his warm, slippery skin as I savour he warm glow, listening how our ragged breathing slowly normals.
“Do you want this to happen?” I hear his voice whispering in my ear and in my mind the other man moves between my legs, stroking his hard cock that glistens from my mouth and tongue and without thinking I hear myself say:
“Yes.... god yes I want it....”
It had been two weeks since that first night with John. Although the sex had been great, I didn't spend the night with him and left, but not without leaving him my phone number. After he didn't call the whole week, I thought, that it eventually was, what it had been meant to be in the beginning- a one night stand, a very good one, but after all, not more. I was kinda relieved, as the last thing I was looking for after my divorce was another relationship, but to be honest, I also felt a slight disappointment that the great sex from that one night stand would most likely not be repeated.
I spent the week with work and the usual household chores like cleaning my apartment, cooking, and making sure my 18 year old son did not get into too much trouble. We were having dinner when my mobile rang, and when I heard his deep, calm voice my heart almost skipped a beat and I felt a flutter in my belly. “Hey, how”, I had to clear my throat, “have you been?”, I was able to say as I stood up to go to the living room, watching my son grin at me as I left the room to talk in privacy.
“Oh, quite well so far, I've been out of town on a business trip to Amsterdam and the negotiations took a bit longer than planned” he answered. “Amsterdam, huh”, I laughed at him, “was it business or were you and the other guys hanging around in these bars one hears so much about?” And although he chuckled, I somehow had the impression, he didn't tell me all when he said it was all business and no fun.
“So, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked and I tried not to sound too eager when I answered. “No.... not really.. maybe I'll go to the movies or something like that.. nothing special, you know. What about you?”
His voice sounded as if he would stand next to me, whispering seductively in my ear. “Mmm... I thought about taking you to town, maybe going to the movies or something like that. Would 7:30 be OK?” and I agreed, wondering why I was so eager to go out on a date with him while we continued to chat.
“Oh and”, he said as if it would be the most normal thing in the world, “no bra, ok? I liked how sexy that looked last time when I first saw you.” he said and ended the call before I had a chance to say anything. I stood in my living room, staring at my reflection in the glass of the balcony door. And as I watched myself in that door, pondering if I should go to that date or if I should forget this self confident macho, I also knew that if I would go, the date would probably not to be a normal one
Well this is off to a good start and I hope there is some more coming.
A suggestion, if I may... A little more detail between the end of the sex scene and the
'It had been two weeks...' had she been remembering about it night?
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A suggestion, if I may... A little more detail between the end of the sex scene and the
'It had been two weeks...' had she been remembering about it night?