"Can I stay here?"

Hanging out with new friends at the bar, we get beer and end up back at my place.

Everything is quite chill, our friend plays DJ, we smoke and have some good conversations.

SM looks more tired than usual for that hour. Eventually he says "I need to sleep soon."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Can I stay here?" Staying at my place wasn't a one time thing? Very surprised.

Eventually everyone leaves and it's just the two of us. "Make sure I'm up for work by 11:30."

I thought we would go right to sleep, but after a bit of just lying there, his mouth attacks mine. I'm seemingly irresistible.

Clothes are ripped off, his lips go straight for my clit, his fingers for my g-spot. I suddenly find a cock near my face. Delicious.

He tells me once again how much he likes spanking me, and while it's not the most coordinated effort, it's still appreciated. I wonder if it's even possible to teach someone how to spank you the way you want.

Eager, intense, seemingly effortless orgasms. He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

The last thing he says before passing out: "Oral sex is fun!" I can't help but giggle.

We fall asleep tangled in each other, perfection. I'm happy to make a few memories in my own bed.

I wake up still laughing about what he said. He's concerned at first because he didn't remember, but once I explained he was laughing too.

How do you want your eggs?

Out at the bar with SM and a mutual friend.

"Let's go back to your place for wine and cocktails, ok?", our friend suggests.

After a brief after hours, our friend wants to go home and crash, and expects SM to leave with him, but he says he thinks he'll stay. I'm somewhat shocked; he hates being at my house. I'm mildly embarrassed at my messy apartment but too drunk to do anything about it.

He motions to my bedroom, and we both are quick to remove our clothing as we climb into bed. I still am in awe at how he kisses, the level of passion and zeal are unmatched in my experience.

His slender fingers make their way between my legs, expertly applying the proper friction and pressure to elicit a few orgasms from my body before we pass out early, well, early for him.

We wake up early as well, he's hungry for food, I'm just hungry for him. I could tell that this was not something I could talk him out of, so I offer to cook. It began as a joke but then I realized that I actually did have the ingredients, and proceed to do so in my underwear. I would have preferred him to stay naked in bed while I cooked, but it wasn't to be. He seems to think I'll burn the bacon and can't chop things, so I let him dice the onion and peppers. A bit unnerving to cook for a chef.

We're quite a pair, him fully dressed as he had gone out for a cigarette, and me in my underwear waiting on the oven. Laying in bed, fingers intertwined, we tell stories of drugs and threesomes like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was distracted and burned it a little but he still had three helpings before taking off to work. I sat on my couch, pleasantly satisfied that I hadn't completely failed at cooking for him.

"Sucking black cock makes me feel like I'm in a porn"

What I thought would be a lonely stay in a hotel room got a little more entertaining after midnight. Got a text from EH, a lovely black gentleman I'd hooked up with a couple times several years ago. I would occasionally get a flirty/naughty text from him since I last saw him, but this was the first time that we could seriously get together.

"What are you doing stranded in [city]?"

"Visiting family for the holidays, but right now I have a room to myself and rather bored."

"Mind a visitor?"

We exchanged some naughty thoughts as he made his way to my hotel. I told him how I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock, and he rather liked the idea but warned me that he doesn't usually come from getting head. Was this a challenge?

He looked a little different than I remembered. Cleaned up his image a bit, smelled delicious. We tried to remember the last time we'd seen each other but couldn't. The awkward conversation could have gone on for hours, but I made him lie on the bed next to me and kissed him. He rolled on top of me, removed my shirt and focused his attention on my left nipple. Gently, just the way I like.

He kept trying to ask me what I wanted, but I didn't want to talk, I just wanted him to do what he wanted to me, so that's what I told him. Sometimes I don't want to have to decide what's going to happen, it should just flow.

I haven't had too many experiences with black men...more lack of opportunity than anything. I relished the view of his full lips around my nipple. He kissed my lips deeply then lavished my other breast with attention. I was getting wet.

He was wearing too many clothes...I got him to strip to his boxers and took off my pajama pants. He kissed me again as he rubbed my clit through my panties.

"Oooh, getting wet already?"

The panties came off. He spread me open, holding me almost too firmly, and his tongue went straight for my clit. He was holding the hood back so it was a direct assault and I came almost immediately. He wouldn't let up...I eventually had to squirm away from him because it became a bit too intense. He replaced his tongue with his fingers in the same manner...I directed his hand slightly lower and it felt much better. I arched my back and grabbed his leg and came a few more times.

He let me catch my breath as he removed his undershirt and boxers. He then got up on his knees and offered me his cock, which was rather hard and looked delicious. I couldn't resist...I put as much of it in my mouth as I could and relished the moan this produced. I swabbed his cockhead repeatedly with my tongue and he continued to finger me.

I started a slow rhythm on his cock with my hand and mouth and he began to ever so slightly begin to thrust against my movements. I dug my nails into his thigh and increased my pace on his thickness every time he sent me over the edge. Eventually he became distracted...he would momentarily forget what his hands were doing as he thrusted into my mouth. The thought passed through my mind that if I put a pillow under my head, I could do this for hours. Why had I not come up with this position?

He came to for a second and plunged his fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I responded by nearly screaming around his cock and taking him in my mouth even deeper.

"God, you're really making me want to fuck you right now." I nodded in agreement...my mouth was full! We had already realized that neither of us had condoms, so while that cock inside me sounded like a good idea, it really wasn't.

He went back to his assault on my clit, so I took a breath and moaned "lower" and he found my sweet spot. I went crazy, cumming intensely as my mouth's ministrations neared hyperspeed on his cock. He truly began fucking my face, so at some point I stopped moving my head and just let him use me as I concentrated on licking his head as it moved in and out of my mouth so quickly.

"I'm gonna cum...ok?" He felt he needed to ask permission?

I nodded and made positive noises as best I could without interrupting the rhythm we had going. Once he got the answer he was looking for, he increased his pace and in less than a minute I was treated to a hearty mouthful of cum. I swallowed earnestly.

"That was definitely a mouthful!" I slowly licked him clean as he was recovering.

"I told you I hadn't cum in a few days."

"That was really hot. Sucking black cock always makes me feel like I'm in a porn. I don't get to do that very often."

I hope to see him again soon.

Just another Manic Monday...

SM is not too into texting, but he sent me a couple of messages just after midnight.

"Do you want to come over tonight?"

(10 minutes later)

"I want to play with you right now."

I was dead asleep, but soon after that he called and woke me up. Such a lovely voice to wake up to. I took a quick shower and was on my way.

As I walk into his place I see his computer screen displaying a bunch of porn video thumbnails. No descriptions, just a screenshot of each. He tells me to pick one. So I don't have to get up, I say "the one with the big boobs on the left" and let him decide which one that is.

His lack of a furniture piece made for more than one person can be frustrating at times, but it just means that when he does sit with me on his recliner he's basically sitting in my lap.

He starts to fondle my tits as we try to get into the office threesome scene unfolding in front of us. The terrible dialogue was turning us both off.

"Perhaps we should move." He gestures to the bedroom.

We immediately fall to the bed, kissing, hands everywhere, clothes flying. He reaches between my legs but I'm not too wet to I suggest that he spank me to get things going.

"I really like spanking you." After several hard swats I guided his hand to touch me again so he could see the difference it makes. Next thing I know my legs are near my head and he's sliding inside me. Fast, frantic fucking, like he didn't want anything else in that moment but to pound me. It was beautiful.

He took a break for a second and I asked if he would fuck me from behind, something I had been craving since I hadn't seen much of CW lately. I prepared myself for awesomeness but I think the alcohol got the best of him at that point and it just didn't happen. I was a little disappointed and laid there rather frustrated.

He got up to get some water and got a phone call. When he returned, he found me face down, touching myself. He laid on top of me, which I think he was only going to do for a second but I told him not to move. I continued what I was doing, enjoying the weight of his body as resistance as I ground my cunt against my hand. I begged him to tell me something dirty. His warm breath in my ear with that accent telling me how much he likes to make me cum sent me soaring over the edge.

After that he rolled me over and dove his face into my pussy, desperately lapping up my juices and creating even more, contorting his body in such a manner that his cock was conveniently in front of my face.

He slides two fingers inside me, then asks me how he can make it better, how he can make me cum even harder. I let on that the most sensitive spot is actually right under my clit, something he has definitely remembered.

We're lazily playing with each other, when I think of a song to put on since there was strangely no music being played. If there are any lesbians reading this, they'll shoot me for having put on Melissa Ferrick's "Drive", but that song really turns me on. I did mention that it was actually about girls going at it as I climbed on top of him. After riding him to a few more orgasms, I was spent, exhausted.

"I think you can guess what I want." I was too out of it to know what he could possibly desire at that moment and told him so as he began to rub my shoulders.

"I want to put my dick in your mouth." It was less what he said and more how he said it, a dirty need of his more than just a request that got me hot. I mustered up some energy and settled between his legs. He tried to get me to stay where I was so he could at least touch my pussy, but I really just wanted to concentrate on him this time, to focus on how he felt in my mouth, to experiment with his foreskin, to be able to pay attention to the sounds he was making and his motions. His hands on my head, gently guiding my mouth to be penetrated deeper. I loved it.

All of this ended when he got up out of bed, turned around and tells me that I seem to have a high opinion of him that he doesn't deserve. This completely floored me, and I respond by saying that I don't know why he gives me the time of day but I try really hard not to question it. The mood turned from sexy to emotional quite fast - I figured that he may have wanted that in the first place but was operating under a guise of sex to get me into his bed.

He says that he doesn't know why he gives anyone the time of day, so naturally I ask him "Then why am I here?"

"Because I care about some people, yourself included."

"I would ask why but I know you wouldn't tell me."

"I don't really know, myself."

"Maybe it's because I can see past how most people see you, and I still like you."

He smiles, and kisses me deeply, which leads to him eliciting a few more orgasms out of me before we fall asleep to the sound of the rain, coiled in each other.

When I wake up, he's facing away from me. I kiss his back, and wrap my leg around him.

"Every morning before I go to work I get myself off thinking about you, so why should this morning be any different? Except it's better this time because you are here."

I began touching myself with him pressed into my side, kissing and touching me all over. I made myself cum, then rolled over, feeling his hardness and pressing it into me. I mounted him, taking what I needed from him. I was so wet that he kept falling out, so I rolled over onto a pillow so as to get the perfect penetration angle. As he's fucking me, my phone alarm went off, so I threw it across the room.

We exhausted each other, and I reset the alarm for 20 more minutes of sleep. I notice him touching himself under the blanket so I dive my head under the covers and enjoy the taste of myself on his cock. I lament that I can't figure out how to make him cum and ask if he could show me so maybe I could learn from how he does it. I lay next to him, touching and kissing him as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He grabs me intensely as he orgasms.

"You get it now?"

"No, you grabbed me and I couldn't see. We'll have to try that again sometime."

I had to go to work but I really didn't want to, it seemed much preferable to stay in bed...maybe he'd cover me with his cum the next time.

So where do we stand?

The last few times I hung out with SM, nothing sexual happened. We either listened to music or comedy and then went to bed and cuddled. Cute, worthwhile moments but not really something to write home about. I've been traveling a lot lately so seeing him had been inconsistent. When I got back from my most recent trip, I really wanted to see him. He rarely texts and I was still on edge about calling, so I looked for him at his favorite hangouts, but to no avail.

I sent a simple "What's happening?" text with no response around midnight. I stayed at our favorite bar until they kicked me out, hoping he might show. I was far too awake at that point but went home for lack of something to do. At 3 am, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey." It was SM.

"What's up?"

"We could do this all night."

I had no idea what he meant or what the rest of his night had consisted of, so I figured I should ask what he wanted directly. There was a long pause before he answered with slightly slurred speech.

"I want you...to meet me...at my house. I'm headed there now."

I arrive, and we make small talk with his roommate in the living room. The two of them had attended a show at a different bar and were pretty drunk. The roommate went to make food, so we were there alone. I wasn't sure what to expect sitting there.

He put his arm around me, and I fell into him naturally. As much as I love sex, sometimes it's just nice to be held close. A ridiculous song came on a mix his roommate was playing, and he laughs. I asked what he'd put on instead.

"Nina Simone."

"Sounds perfect."

He kissed me.

"We had better go downstairs then."

I expected to sit in his recliner, watch him drink wine and wait for an undetermined amount of time for something to happen. Instead I sat in his computer chair as he put on the aforementioned music, then went back upstairs to fill his water bottle. He returned, just standing in the middle of the room with a blank look on his face. I got up.

"You can have your chair."

He shakes his head and gestures toward his bedroom.

We climb in bed, clothed. I assume we are going to sleep, something I wouldn't have been sad about. We curl into each other, Nina singing her heart out in the next room. I am content.

After many motionless moments, he kisses me deeply. We get tangled in each other, are all over the bed. He pulls me on top of him, his hands are everywhere. I pull off my shirt and throw it across the room. He attacks my left breast with his mouth and rolls me over. His hand reaches up to my face, and I take a finger into my mouth, sucking deeply.

"I learned that trick in the 7th grade. The idea transfers nicely." Of course I couldn't JUST suck on his fingers, there were more important things to suck on.

We contort ourselves into a version of 69, rolling around, trying to keep our mouths in contact with each other. I try to take him as deeply as possible and he moans a bit into my cunt and he licks me furiously. After a few orgasms, we stop to breathe.

He tells me that if there's anything he could ever do to make it better, that I should let him know. I let on that I like to be spanked, and love being fucked from behind. At the bar a while back, I had mentioned a video to him, one that CW had shown me, of Nina Hartley giving a lesson on how to eat pussy. I brought it back up, saying that while what he had been doing to me was excellent, this video might give him a few ideas.

Still naked, we shared his recliner and watched. It's only about 10 minutes...I pointed out the parts that I particularly liked. He seemed unimpressed. I was mildly embarrassed, but figured it couldn't hurt.

Later, we end up back in bed, and whether it was conscious or unconscious, his ministrations on my cunt had become more advanced. It was so delicious having my g-spot massaged as he licked right underneath my clit. It left me begging for his cock to be inside me.

He was hesitant at first...but after a while the passion got the better of us and he slid into my dripping cunt. He couldn't fuck me hard enough...I needed it so much. He never orgasms when we fuck, he just seems to decide when it's over and rolls off. Somewhat disappointing, but he doesn't seem to mind too much.

As I lie there trying to catch my breath, something occurs to me.

"Turnabout is fair play. What are you into?"

He laughs a little and then tells me that he likes anal, being scratched and bitten in the heat of passion, and that he likes it when the girl is in control. So noted!

I was still all worked up and he was looking like he was going to pass out, so as he was laying on his back, I cuddled up to him, breathing dirty talk into his ear. My hips subconsciously rocked against his body, I couldn't help it.

"This morning, before work, I got myself off thinking about you. Bending me over a random piece of furniture, tearing my pants down and fucking my ass."

He seemed to like this line of conversation. He could tell I was still hot and bothered so he reached between my legs to give me a few more orgasms because he knew I was in need. I love that he didn't leave me hanging. Eventually, I had come enough that I passed out along with him.

When we awoke in the morning, he couldn't keep his hands off me. My leg wrapped around his body, our flesh grinding against each other, all very intense, but curiously devoid of kissing for quite some time. Somehow that made it even hotter. My nails firmly pressed into the skin of his back, his leg slips between mine where he discovered my desires had gotten the better of me. A combination of my hips grinding against him and his leg pressing into me, almost imperceptibly moving back and forth sent me over the edge, drenching him. His lips on my neck, my teeth baring into his shoulder as I came again and again.

He lays in a few good spanks even with my body plastered to him, then easily slips two fingers into my cunt from behind. I writhe against his touch, nearly fucking his fingers. I can't get enough of him. Eventually he rolls me onto my back and pushes my knees to my chest. I grab a pillow and place it under my hips to improve the angle. No slow motion here, he immediately slides all the way in and starts fucking me with abandon. I couldn't argue one bit, I needed exactly that. Sometimes when in that position I throw my head back and lose myself, but with him, looking at how gorgeous he is only added to the turn on.

It always seems to end a little too soon...I really want him to cum from fucking me. Someday. He never leaves me unsatisfied though, his fingers instantaneously found all the necessary spots and made me cum until even I was over-sensitized and was done.

These are the moments where all I want to do is fall back asleep in his embrace, but alas, he had to go to work. I watched him dress, marveling at his exquisite body.

Damn, am I a lucky girl or what?

Sometimes a quickie is all you need...

CW had volunteered to take me to the airport for my most recent trip. He arrived early and hung out while I showered. As I'm finishing packing, he asks what time my flight is and wonders aloud if I have time for a quick fuck. He's still in his pajama pants, and I can see that he's already hard by the tent his cock has created. How can a girl resist?

We both stripped and hopped into bed...we have no use for clothing but I left my panties on for a little tease. While not the greatest kisser, it's not his lips I'm interested in, it's his cock. I dove for it...the feeling of his huge thickness in my mouth makes me so wet. After a bit I leaned up to kiss him and his fingers expertly found their way under my panties and between my folds. One orgasm from rubbing my clit, then he reached inside me and made my entire body shake from just the smallest movements of his fingertips on my g-spot. There is something to be said for a lover that pays attention to your body in that manner.

"Spank me. It's been far too long."

I flip over, bury my face in a pillow. He ripped off my panties in one swift motion, exposing my bare ass to his large hands. The anticipation is almost too much. Sometimes I rub my clit when getting spanked, but since I'd already cum a few times, I wanted to focus on the pain, to see how much I could take. If I focused enough, could I orgasm from it?

He has definitely perfected how to spank me. There are so many variables, not just how hard to hit, but where on the body and the pace...consistent or sporatic, fast or slow. Somehow he is able to read me and know exactly how I need it. The most sensitive part of my ass, where it joins my thigh is the perfect spot...he starts slowly and builds up pace, alternating sides every couple of strokes. It's ungodly delicious and my cunt begins to pour juices and I make inhuman sounds. Just what I needed.

I think he may have noticed that I wasn't touching myself this time. As I begin to squirm from the spanking being a bit too intense, he quickly switched from spanking into inserting two fingers deep into my cunt and massaging my g-spot once again. I cum so intensely I get a little dizzy. The absolute perfect pain-pleasure combo.

"Fuck me. For the love of everything I need your giant cock inside me right the fuck now."

I remain face down, grab my body pillow, fold it in half and place it under me to prop up my hips. Before I know it, his massive cock is balls deep inside me and then just stops. I cum immediately, my pussy throbbing around him just from being filled. I can barely take a breath before unleashes an all out assault on my cunt. At first he was on his knees, but as he's fucking me as hard as he can he leans forward and pins me to the bed. Being taken just like that is one of my favorite feelings, my go-to fantasy.

CW had recently sustained a rib injury, so he was sadly unable to keep up this pace or position. Not to be dismayed, he rolled over and pulled me on top of him.

"Bounce on my cock."

Didn't have to tell me twice. My turn to use him for my pleasure. I often will use his chest as leverage for this position but I couldn't due to his injury. I tried the wall but eventually just ended up flailing my arms and grabbing at my hair as I ground myself on his cock. I couldn't stop cumming, I just needed more and more and more of him. Eventually I felt his hands on my hips and some pointed deep thrusts as he came with me. I took all the energy I had not to just collapse onto him.

I rolled off, completely sated and out of breath. All of that took 15, 20 minutes tops but was absolutely exactly what I had been craving.

A memorable birthday...

My birthday was on a Sunday and I had to work the day before, so I didn't make any plans, just thought I would see what would happen. I took a nap after work, got dressed up and went out, on a mission to find SM. Went to the usual hangout, he wasn't there but I knew the bartender and ran into some other friends so I had a drink and two shots for free. This sudden rush of alcohol gave the me the nerve to call SM. He was across the street at a different bar with a mutual friend. There was a band doing covers of old songs, Chuck Berry and the like. They both bought me drinks, and since I had forgotten to eat anything before going out, it hit me really hard. I had to excuse myself for a minute, but no one knew cause I went right back out to the dance floor. SM was so cute in his fedora trying to spin me around. Not the greatest dancer but his enthusiasm made up for it.

Back at his place, he insisted on putting on more music and continuing dancing at his place. I was too drunk and could barely stand up...being spun around wasn't really in the cards.

We ended up in bed and next thing I know he's devouring my cunt. I came a few times before passing out. We slept for roughly forever. I have a vague recollection of an alarm clock going off and also of a phone ringing but not being sure when either of those things happened.

Eventually he sat up straight in bed, incredulous at the time, it was almost 5pm! He had needed to be at work much earlier, but instead of scrambling to get ready, he simply said "I'm not going to work today", made a phone call to assure his shift was covered, and handed me a bottle of much needed water.

He climbed back into bed. The sight of his delicious body had me speechless. He kissed me hard, deeply, his hands all over me, causing me to shake a bit, my core becoming wet.

"What do you want?"

Normally when he asks this, it feels akin to an interrogation, as though I have some ulterior motive that he's trying to uncover. This time it was a much softer question, as though he truly wanted to give me what I wanted in that moment. If this was related to the fact that it was my birthday, so be it.

"For you to do what you want with me."

It was true. I wanted him to take me, to fold me into whatever position, to use me in whatever way he liked. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to use me, my body to bring himself to ultimate pleasure and for me to derive my own pleasure from knowing that he was satisfied. In our previous encounters he had not orgasmed, and while this could be attributed to being intoxicated, it also made it all feel a little one sided, despite his apparent enthusiasm for feasting on my pussy. In short, I needed him inside me, and wanted to see what his face looked like when he came.

He climbed on top of me, pressed my knees to my chest, and slid inside me. Exactly what I was hoping for. Slow going for mere seconds until he began a quick rhythm that dragged an orgasm from my depths outward, my legs surrounding him as he fucked me with abandon.

My thoughts: "This is my life. I'm 27 now, and this fascinating, mysterious, gorgeous man wants to fuck me, is deep inside me right now. This is THE life."

As we're getting dressed later, I have a fabulous idea. "How do you feel about sushi?" He was rather excited at the idea - turned out he'd never been to the only sushi place in town. Icing on the cake of a fabulous day.

Labor Day Weekend Part 2

On Saturday night there was nothing going on, surprisingly. Some friends were watching a movie I wasn't interested in. I had been texting CW to see what he was up to and invited him over to watch Boogie Nights since I hadn't seen it. I thought he would just go home after the movie since it was so late. In classic fashion he asks straight up if I wanna fuck. With a cock like that, who am I to argue?

"It's 2 am, isn't it past your bedtime?" I had to play a little.

Even after not having fucked regularly in forever, we still have a pattern, a rhythm. We know what works and don't hesitate for a second.

A classic fingering, in expert manner. Rubbing the sides of my clit, sliding inside and finding my g-spot instantly, amazing how my body reacts to such slight touch. A short but intense spanking, face down on the bed, I feel my ass redden as I bring myself to an intense orgasm. Just as I feel the need to be full of cock, I feel my hips being pulled up and my cunt stuffed with the perfect thickness. Just what I needed. I fit a pillow under my stomach and let him pound me, using his full weight. I was screaming incoherently. I looked forward to more occasions of this.

At 3am I notice my phone blinking. CW was passed out, so I tried to be quiet. I answer SM's call.

A simple, "Come over."

"I can't." I whisper.

"What?"

I leave the room so I can talk at a normal volume.

"As much as I would love to, I can't."

"Why not?"

Pause. How do I say politely "I just fucked someone else and that he's still here and I would love to come fuck you too but that's just slutty!"

"I, um, have someone else in my bed."

"Ok."

"I'll see you soon."

After hanging up I can't help but laugh out loud. When it rains, it pours. After a rather slow summer, this was a welcome change.

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I made a point to find him SM on Sunday night since it was a long weekend. I was barely at the bar a half hour before he suggested we go back to his place.

I have a vague recollection of watching something on his computer, but before long he's tackling me to the floor and ripping my clothes off. His body pressed against mine felt amazing but the carpet was rough. He buries his head between my legs but his movements are erratic...as hot as the experience was, I couldn't quite get over the edge, but oh so close. He grabs a condom, the same one I noticed in on his coffee table the last time I was there. He removes the rest of his clothes and gives me exactly what I need, hard and fast, my nails down his back, for about 2 minutes until he accidentally slips out (I was rather wet). He rips off the condom and says "I'm too drunk for this!" I tell him he's not...I desperately wanted him back inside me, filling me, but he goes back to eating my pussy. I don't recall getting it but I discover rug burn in various places on my body the next day.

We eventually end up in his bed in a 69, his seemingly favorite position. While I like the theory of this entanglement, I often find it difficult to concentrate. Despite the alcohol I was still concerned about trying to impress this gorgeous man, which doesn't let me enjoy myself as much as I could have if I was relaxed. He proceeds to try to fuck my face and I do my best despite my gag reflex.

He eventually stops me turns back around to pass out. I wasn't sure whether I should cuddle with him or not...I think I settled for lying on my side with my hand on his chest, my mind reeling trying hard not to overthink this and just let it flow through me.

Labor Day Weekend, Part 1

On my way home from work on Friday, I get a text from CW, asking what I was up to. I replied that I had dinner plans in an hour, but that he could stop by. "Stopping by" turned into a hard spanking and and an intense quick fuck with my legs above my head. I love fucking people who know EXACTLY what I need. I went into my friendly dinner date feeling on top of the world.

During dinner, a gorgeous acquaintance stopped by my table to say hello and ask about my evening plans. We'll call him SM, a tall, thin, lithe Russian with tousled blond hair and a perpetually mysterious air about him. He says that he's planning to have a small get together at his place and that I should call him later. I assumed this was a casual invitation, but I took it into consideration. I had already planned to attend a different friend's party.

I return home and take a nap, tired from the long work week. I am awakened by a phone call from SM. He wanted to see if I was "still interested" in coming by his place, and that he would call me back when he had more definite plans. Not really sure what was happening, I fell back asleep. 45 minutes later, he says that he plans on meeting a few of our mutual friends at a bar close to my place. I finally get up to shower and since it seems he's particularly interested in seeing me, I make myself up a little nicer than usual.

As I'm getting ready, he calls again. Persistence! I let the call go, finish getting ready and call him back just to make sure he's still at the bar. I show up and he's engrossed in a conversation with a gentleman that could be confused for being Amish. Since I'm starting the evening late, I order a strong drink and make small talk with some other friends at the bar, one of which being C, but he's with his girlfriend which is always interesting. C makes a point to tell me that I look awesome when his woman is inside the bar, which was nice. Eventually SM cuts off his conversation because he "feels rude" since he invited me to the bar but hadn't said much to me. I didn't feel slighted that he wasn't focused on me, but thought that comment was intriguing.

We're sitting on the porch, and he makes an offhanded comment about how he was finally smelling a cologne he enjoyed. It didn't occur to me that this was a compliment, so as I mumble something about having just taken a shower I notice that all the other people in the vicinity are men so he had to have been talking about me. I've had fantasies about this guy for months, but never dreamed that he viewed me as anything but a drinking buddy. As I finish my drink, I ask if he wants to do a shot, so we head to the bar.

After a shot of Jameson and another Long Island, he asks if I'm still wanting to hang out as his place. I'm wide awake after my nap and curious as to where this is going so I leave with him. He said that he hopes his neighbors are having a party so that we could crash it. Alas, they are not, so we make small talk with his roommates (one of which is also a friend of mine). I make a drink and he grabs a large bottle of wine, and the two of us head to the basement to listen to his stereo. This is his favorite pastime, being drunk and listening to music. I've been here a few times before, but this time seems different, electric. I don't expect anything, just lean back in his recliner and absorb the sounds surrounding us. He and I have similar tastes in music, but he always seems to dig up something I've never heard before. I take mental notes to download a few things he plays.

A handful of songs pass us by, and he heads to the side porch for a cigarette. I grab my one hitter and join him, hoping it would help me relax, and after a few hits, it does. I muse on how much my day has improved since it started. "Work was terrible, but after that I get laid, stoned, eat a fantastic meal, take a nap, and then spend the evening in good company." I regretted it as soon as I said it...what girl wants to sound slutty? But it think it may have been the key to what happened next.

I turned around, leaned on the railing and smiled. He takes a few more drags of his Parliament, and couple more sips of malbec. He sets down his glass, and I notice his face change. He is now intoxicated enough to take a chance, a look that says "Aw, fuck it" that I barely notice before his lips are smashed into mine. I take a second before I begin to return the kiss, as I'm a bit floored by the turn of events. This goes on for a few moments, and then he pulls back as if nothing happened, returning his focus to his cigarette that's almost finished. He flicks it into the yard, picks up his glass and puts his arm around me. It feels natural to put my arms around him, and I notice just how thin he truly is. I look up, our lips meet again, and next thing I know I'm pinned against the house, being devoured. I take it all in, the smoothness of his exposed shoulders, the forceful way his tongue entered my mouth, his hands in my hair. In between kisses, I manage to say, "Thank...you...I wasn't...going to...do this...first." He looks at me and smiles.

I go back down the stairs, mouthing a silent "Fuck yes!" and sit back on the recliner. He pulls the lever that releases the footrest and in one smooth motion is laying next to me on the recliner. Next thing I know his tongue is nearly down my throat and his hand is working it's way down my pants. Suddenly, we fall forward...the way were are positioned has tipped the chair. He pushes it back but it happens again.

"I feel we have outgrown this venue."

He motions toward his bedroom, so I start in that direction. I turn around to kiss him again and he pushes me, hard enough to let me know he means business but not hard enough to hurt. I fall to the mattress.

"Tell me how you really feel."

He's on top of me then, his hands everywhere, consuming my body, my mind, everything. My nails down his back, clawing at his olive green tank and throwing it across the room. He goes for my shirt and I help him, removing my bra in the same motion. He begins to undo my fly as I marvel at his smooth, tanned torso. I remove my pants and toss them at the foot of the bed. He flips me onto my back and buries his hand under my black boycut panties.

I have one rule in the bedroom, everyone must be wearing a similar amount of clothing. There is no way he's going to get away with stripping me to my underwear and still have his jeans on. I maneuver myself on top on him and kiss down his neck and chest.

"May I?" I joke as I go for his belt. I get the button undone find a lack of underwear and a tuft of curly blond hair. "Of course you don't wear underwear." I am treated to a gorgeous half-hard uncut cock. Without a thought I lean down and take him in my mouth immediately. I look up at him to find his eyes closed and a sly smile. This doesn't last long.

"Turn around so we can 69." Yes sir!

With one foot on his pillow and one in the air, he buries his face into me as I grabbed his gorgeous ass and all but swallowed his cock. My mind was reeling...I never thought I'd get more than a hug from this gentleman, let alone be in this particular position...upside down. After a bit it becomes apparent that he's too intoxicated to achieve a proper erection but it wasn't going to stop me from trying. He eventually tells me to give it a rest for a bit, and I turn back around on the bed. He's on top of me again in an instant, his mouth attached firmly to my left nipple, furiously rubbing my clit. I'm nearing the edge, fighting with the decision to scream like I want to and possibly alert his roommates to the passion playing out just below them, believing that the Andrew Bird playing would be loud enough to mask my intense pleasure, or to swallow my desires to show him just how much I am enjoying myself. I choose something in between...I grab a pillow and scream my heart out into it, my other hand in his hair.

As I catch my breath, I wrap my arms around him. I can't get enough of running my hands over his perfectly smooth skin, taking in his clean scent. He lays back on the bed, and I kiss him, eager to taste myself on his lips. It all just felt so unbelievably natural. He gets up and puts on a robe and is about to go out for another cigarette but wants me to come with him. I try to wrap myself in his comforter but it's too big to manage, so he removes his robe and puts it over my shoulders, and pulls a decorative apron off the wall (did I mention he's a chef?) and puts it one. It appears to be a painting that was made into a fabric, with flowers and a girl on the front. I giggle as he ties it around his waist, his perfect ass not covered one bit that I admire as I follow him up the stairs. He lights a cigarette and turns it in my direction to take in my mouth. I normally don't smoke but like everything else that evening, it seemed like a good idea. He then lights a second one for himself.

The porch light was off this time, so I was able to admire him under the distant glow of a streetlight and smile as I looked up at the stars. I take a drag from my cigarette, stifling a cough as I remember I should inhale this kind of smoke. This is why life is worth living.

We go back inside and he changes the music, and we end up on the recliner again. He insists on keeping my robe open. I tell him that he must like my tits, and I muse that they are my best feature. He says that my best feature is that I want sex and that I'm not afraid of it. Well, he's got that right. He pours more wine for himself, intent on finishing the bottle.

It's not long before we're back in bed and he's diving into my cunt. Over the years, I've known some guys that have an affinity for eating pussy, but this guy is insatiable. This time he adds his fingers, probing and massaging, licking and sucking, until I'm practically worn out. We turn to cuddling and small talk.

"I don't want a girlfriend...of any kind." He mumbled that the first time, and I made him repeat it to make sure we were on the same page.

I sat up and looked in his eyes. "As fabulous as you are, I don't want to date you either." More making out ensued.

He also made me promise about 7 times that no one could know about this, especially one of our mutual friends that happens to be one of his coworkers. I told him that I don't mind being his dirty little secret. I've kept my rendezvous with C hush-hush, so why should this be any different. I told him that I actually prefer it that way, because no one would believe me if I told them anyway. He laughed, shook his head, and attacked me yet again.

"You don't kiss me with your lips, you kiss me with your whole body. I love that." And he does. As great as sex has been with CW, it lacks a certain passion, an emotional element that I didn't realize I was missing until I found it again.

I think we finally passed out around 7am - he utterly wore me out.

I didn't want to overstay my welcome (that horrible oh-my-god-what-if-he-wakes-up-and-regrets-everything feeling came over me) so I got up and got dressed around noon. I made a point to wake him up to kiss him goodbye.

"It's noon, I'm gonna go. I'm going out the side door. If anyone asks, I passed out on your recliner. I hope to see you again."

"Me too." Simple words, followed by his disarming smile left me speechless.

That was not a walk of shame, that was a walk of glory.

Ooh...

CW just bought one of these for his visit this weekend. Can't wait to try it out!

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I was in the mood to be used, to have my body twisted and turned and manipulated for your pleasure. I wasn't quite sure how to ask for that, however I had an idea. You were due home from work soon, so I showered and prepared myself for you. I got on all fours on the bed, naked. I laid my head on a pillow, my ass perked up and facing the door.

Waiting for you to discover me was deliciously excruciating. My mind filled with the possibilities of how you would react, what you would do. Would you dive right in? Would you tease me? My cunt become wetter by the second. Finally I heard the front door close.

"Hello?"

Pause.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

I hear you coming up the stairs. I hold my breath.

"Hel--Oh my, what do we have here?"

I couldn't speak. I wanted so badly to see your face, to witness your reaction to my bold move, but I couldn't budge.

I felt your presence move across the room to get a closer look. "Someone wants something, I can tell." I felt a gentle touch at my opening, that moved very slowly downwards until it just grazed my clit. My hips instinctively moved backwards, trying to increase the pressure, but your hand was gone. I could hear you lick your finger.

"What a naughty girl! Leaving yourself exposed so that anyone could just come along and take advantage. I think this deserves a bit of a punishment, don't you?"

I could only nod. I could hear your belt buckle being undone, and in a flash there was a searing pain across my right ass cheek. I trembled slightly and let out a small moan. A similar sensation came across the left side, matching the other and making my skin warm. The pain went straight to my brain and back to my clit. A few more strokes and I was beginning to float.

"You wait here and think about what a dirty girl you are."

You left the room. I felt empty...how could you leave me like this, begging for you to touch me, taste me, fuck me, do anything to me? My cunt was gushing...I craved so badly to touch myself, to relieve some of the pressure that had built up inside of me, but I stayed put, waiting, wondering. I heard water running through the pipes, so I could only imagine that you were in the shower. I started getting lost in thoughts of being with you under the warm water...

*smack*

I couldn't tell you how long you were gone, my mind was too full to pay attention to the time. I didn't even hear you come in, but I did feel your hand crashing against my ass in quick succession.

"Did you miss me?" I nodded. "Answer me."

"Yes." My voice cracked. "I always miss you when you are away."

You walked in front of me, all I could see was a towel wrapped around your waist.

"Did you miss this?" The towel dropped to the floor, revealing your stunning erection.

"Yes. I love your cock."

You tangled your fist in my hair and pulled my head up, your cock millimeters from my face. "See what you do to me? Show me how much you love it."

I could barely open my mouth before it was shoved full.. I did my best to lick and suck but the motions were yours, fucking my face. Not quite choking me, but close. I heard a soft moan escape your lips.

"You like having me in your mouth, don't you?" I nodded. It was true, I was one of those girls that liked the taste of cock, the feel of it's smoothness going in and out of my mouth, the noises I could make men emit with my tongue's ministrations.

Without warning you pulled out. "What was that you said?"

"Yes, I like the feel of your cock in my mouth."

My cunt was aching now, desperate for attention. I wiggled my ass almost involuntarily.

You walked back behind me and kneeled on the floor, inspecting my cunt, whispering, "I wonder what I should do with you..."

I quickly found out. I felt the tiniest motion on either side of my clit. It must have been your thumb and forefinger moving gently back and forth. The combination of that and your warm breath sent me over the edge nearly instantly, and my whole body shuddered. I was so turned on you didn't even need to touch my clit directly for me to come. A much needed release but I craved more. I felt a finger, maybe two slide inside me, ever so slowly, pressing down until you found my g-spot. The smallest motions of your fingertips sent a completely different sensation throughout my body, one that could only begin from deep inside and exit through an unanticipated moan escaping from my lips. I pressed back against your hand with urgency, always craving your touch, more and more as each second passed. I felt your lips wrap around my clit as you increased the pressure of your fingers inside of me. At this point I was screaming and clawing at the sheets, there was no way it could be helped.

Following wave after wave of intense pleasure, I suddenly felt empty again. You fed me your fingers, telling me to clean them off. I licked and sucked greedily...I love the taste of myself. You withdrew your hand, and there was a pause. I was still trying to catch my breath from all of those g-spot orgasms when in one swift expert motion your cock was buried to the hilt in my pussy.

I'm positive the sounds I made were inhuman. After entering me, you were motionless, letting me writhe and grind and cover your cock in my arousal. I think I may have heard a noise or two from you as I spasmed, clenching you tightly. You grabbed my hips and started fucking me intensely, grabbing my hair, telling me that I'm such a dirty slut for making you want to do these things to me. I couldn't disagree.

After I came a countless number of times, you flipped me on my back. It was at this point that you noticed the toys and lube that I had left sitting on the nightstand.

"You have a choice...I can fuck you with your legs above your head with a plug in your ass, or I can fuck your ass with a toy in your cunt."

"I want...you in...my ass." I was still breathless.

Sucking on my clit made it easier for your lubed fingers to open up my ass, and soon my cunt was filled with my favorite dildo. You told me to hold it there and pushed my knees to my chest. My ass was extra tight from the hole next to it already being filled, so it took a moment to find the right angle to enter me. It was worth it...the slow stretching of my backdoor while the toy pressed against my g-spot was heaven. Soon, I didn't need to hold the toy, your body did it for me.

I love having both holes filled at once, it's a sensation that is as intense as it is hard to describe. As I relaxed around your cock, you started a slow rhythm, looking deep into my eyes.

"Is this what you wanted, to be taken advantage of?"

I was too far gone for words, I could only smile. You laughed and increased your pace in my ass, pressing the toy into my cunt with each in stroke. My mind was blank, I couldn't focus on anything except your face and how full I felt. You reached down and pressed your thumb against my clit. That was the pièce de résistance. My body couldn't handle all of the sensations at once, I bucked and screamed and convulsed and came so hard I pushed the toy right out of my cunt. You grabbed my legs and put them over your shoulders and slammed into my ass, determined to get yours as well. I felt you grow just the slightest bit before filling my ass with your cum.

I barely remember you sliding out and laying down next to me. There was a kiss and then everything went black...I passed out, content that I had received what I had set out for.