One evening I texted him, “I need you to do something for me.”
“What’s that.”
“I need you to come over tomorrow morning. The door will be unlocked. I’ll be in bed reading or shopping online in my bathrobe. Without saying a word to me I want you to go right to the foot of my bed, spread my legs, and eat me out until I cum. I’m not going to talk to you or even acknowledge you’re in my apartment. After I cum I want you to leave. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, baby.”
I was quite addicted to him and his mouth.
The anticipation of my door knob turning was equally as excitable. I never even looked up.
He came in, opened my legs and licked softly and slowly. His mouth was so warm.
I pretended to read but my eyes were in the back of my head the entire time. My legs shook. His fingers slid in and out. After finishing me off he snuck a slow pouty kiss and left.
He fulfilled every request I had as long as he got to eat my pussy before he went to work.
Prior to this, I wanted to fuck this dude for over a year and a half. The amount of times I fantasized about it exceeds any sort of sanity. I think the last time I saw him I was dressed as a pink bunny with a white vest on. I’m not even going to explain that one. No matter the circumstance I could not stop staring at him. Bunny costume and all.
He knew it too.
It wasn’t until several months later when he slid into my DM‘s again that something actually started. I don’t even remember what we talked about. I had felt like such an apex predator eye fucking him everywhere but as any good seductress, I let my eyes do all the work as I awaited patiently in my web.
‘DING!’ went my Instagram.
My eyes lit up, “Ah! Excellent, a fly. A very BIG fly.”
The first time he came over he walked in smiling and looked me up and down.
As his face slowly dropped he grabbed me by the neck very forcefully. My eyes bulged out as he squeezed hard and kissed me. I was instantly addicted. I closed my eyes and kissed back. When I opened them I was completely naked.
“Did you just get me naked within 1 minute of being here?!”
I was already on my back as he was chowing the fuck down, sloppin’ away at my pink wet pussy. I was being fingered roughly and violently with two fingers as he watched my expressions turn from fear and panic to excitement and pure pleasure.
This was my type.
I whimpered, “Harder,” not knowing if that was even possible as he was making me squirt Everywhere. It was a mess!
This went on back-and-forth with his incredible mouth then fingers, then the violence, then the mouth again over and over. I was in absolute heaven. After a while he loosened his belt and stood up, his pants dropping to the floor.
“Clean yourself up.” he ordered. I did what he said so he could eat some more.
He shoved his dick inside of me so forcefully as if I was going to change my mind. Why on earth would I ever say no to this man. This was WILD. He was fucking me with nice hard deep thrusts to make sure I knew I was being owned.
“Are you on birth control?”
“No I’m not”
“We’re gonna have to fix that,” he said as he pulled out and came all over my clit.
He laid over on his side and made a bit of small talk.
A few moments later he had his way with me again repeating the sloppy wet sounds his mouth makes, the violence, the splashing, the splooshing, the strangling, the kissing, the raw fucking and then cumming all over me.
What a mouth!
My favorite kissing in history and him finishing yet again all over my sopping wet pussy.
This cycle continued until he’d had his fill.
It took me a couple of visits like this to realize he lingered to see if he gets hard again. When he no longer can, that’s when he decides it’s time for him to go to work.
I’m not sure what his record was for rounds. I was always in too much ecstasy.
One night I texted him, “I need you to do something for me. Tomorrow morning the door will be unlocked…”
Sometimes he would come over and request that I sit on his face.
I rode that man’s beautiful face like a slippery mechanical bull.
He would grab my ass with two big handfuls and tongue fuck the shit out of me while on his back!
What a fucking man!
I’m not sure I’ve ever ridden a tongue that soft and thick before in my life. It was just gouging in and out of me while I slid all over his face. The thought of that man’s mouth and those pouty wet lips to this day drives me insane.
This morning arrangement continued for months and each time he left me a sopping, wet, quivering, satisfied mess.
Eventually things escalated to him cumming inside me 2-3 times before taking off.
I would forget throughout the day too, until I’d meet up with friends for dinner.
I’d dismount off my motorcycle and feel it drip into my panties. I nearly stuck a patch of graphite on my seat so I wouldn’t fly off the damn thing going home.
My apartment looked like a florist’s shop during those months. He was quite charming with the most beautiful long hair and huge stature.
I never had anyone cum inside me before except for one other man years prior…
His Brother.
But that’s a blog post for another time…
