Story 18 #4
“And you are sexy as hell,” he replied as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his swollen member. “You know you want some more of this dick and I sure as hell want some more of you.”
He shed the rest of his clothes as I began to rub the meat stick that was placed in my hands.
Like a master walking her dog, I led him into my den using his hard fuck pole as a leash.
I guided him over to the couch and shoved him down.
He opened his mouth to speak and I quickly and sternly shushed him.
He leaned back into the couch and spread his legs, his huge cock stood straight up like a monument erected to the stars.
It was showtime. I was completely caught off guard our first two encounters. Though I was surprised at his arrogance for popping up at my place, I was more prepared to take him on this time. I was going to reward his audacity with a blow job that he would remember for the rest of his life.
I lowered myself to my knees and crept in between his legs. I ran my pointer finger up his large,
pulsating vein and then back down again.
I swept the palm of my hands across his balls before sliding it up his dick.
I circled my finger slowly around the hole at the tip of his big, round mushroom-shaped head.
I put my finger in my mouth to wet it and then I circled it around his dick hole once more.
He tried to speak again. “I didn't give you permission to speak!” I reprimanded.
I played with his dick just a little while longer, until I couldn't take it anymore.
It was summoning me to do what I was on my knees for.
It wanted to be in my mouth just as much I wanted to consume it.
I kept my eyes on his as I very slowly leaned in towards his calling cock.
I put my lips on the humongous head and softly sucked on it.
He moaned. My teasing had made him weak and eager to be pleased.
I lapped my tongue around the delicious head that had been completely captured by my mouth.
I gave it my undivided attention for a couple of minutes.
I sucked on it. I alternated soaking wet tongue swirls with the sucking.
I gently nibbled at it. I rubbed my lips across it.
I did everything possible that one could do to the head of a dick with just their mouth.
It was working marvelously. He remained silent just as I insisted but the gyrations of his crotch spoke volumes.
My teasing had turned up the heat. His dick was begging to be blown.
I opened my mouth wide to let it begin its slow descent down his rotund rod.
My mouth crept down it slowly like a thief lurking in the night.
What I was planning to steal was control.
I was about to show him why I was the boss.
I let an abundant amount of spittle ooze out of my mouth and down the large, stiff shaft to lubricate it.
My mouth followed the path of my lavish lathering.
I extended my jaws as the big beast began to fill me up.
I kept going as far as I could. I took a deep breath and went even further until my mouth was perched at the bottom of his stupendous prick.
I rolled my tongue around the dick that I had just miraculously enveloped.
I let my tongue wander around the massive missile until I could feel myself starting to choke.
I took a deep breath and eased my wet mouth back up the solid soldier.
I gave it another dose of my warm saliva. I launched my mouth back down his dick.
I reached the bottom again. I dragged my mouth slowly back up his dick once more.
He was really squirming at this point. This time, I granted him some mercy and began to saunter up and down his rod nonstop.
I sucked on it hard. It was so big that I used my hands to work the bottom as I blew the top portion of his monstrous anaconda.
Andrew gripped a fistful of my hair and began to work his big dick back and forth in my mouth as I vigorously sucked.
I slobbered and sloshed all over the mighty sword.
I sucked his dick at whiplash speed and force.
I was giving him what I knew he wanted., a professional blow job from an old school chic.
There was nothing cute about how I was sucking him off.
It was nasty. It was freaky. It was messy and he was indulging in every second of it.
“Come here,” he commanded as he broke his silence.
He bent over to grab me by my waist. “I want to lick your pussy while you blow me,” he explained.
I loosened my mouth's hold on his cock just enough so that he could pick me up and swing me around.
I threw my legs over his shoulders as he positioned my snatch right over his mouth.
His dick was still in mine. A few seconds later, his tongue was going to work eating out my twat as I resumed my high powered sucking of his pecker.
His mouth work was amazing. Every part of it was engaged in dining on my cunt.
He dawdled at my clit with his lips. He brushed down my pussy petals with his tongue.
He poked his fingers in my snatch as he held me tight in place.
We went on like this until both our bodies demanded more satisfaction.
It was time for that big dick to rock my pussy again.
Andrew swung me off of his shoulders and laid me on the couch so that my head was resting on its arm.
He stood over me and lowered his dick in my mouth. He was doing the teasing now.
“You want some of this dick don't you?” he taunted.
“Suck it if you want me to stick it in that pussy!”
I sucked on his cock, bobbing my head up and down to gobble it up as he lowered it back and forth in my mouth.
I let it slap me in the face as I slid my mouth off it and messily slobbered on his balls.
“Oh yeah!” he moaned. “Yeah!”
I guess he liked it because he soon rewarded me by sinking his metal hard missile into my soaked slot. He had pulled me to the edge of the couch and had spread my legs open like I was some young gymnast. I was in a full split, stretched from end to end.
He thrashed about my cunt as if to usurp control.
He liked being in command. He rocked the shit out of my spread eagle cunt.
He thundered in and out of it, plummeting to the bottom every few strokes.
He whisked his dong around my wailing pussy walls.
He was screwing me like the affirmation of his manhood depended on it.
He was taking charge. Charging in and out of my pussy is exactly what he did.
He eventually pushed my legs closer together and mounted himself over me so that he could drive his stiff steed even more aggressively into my twat.
My legs felt like mush but my pussy felt like a million dollars.
This fucking was even more wondrous than the pussy pulverizing he had done the nights before.
He pounded me out unapologetically. He beat my pussy up with his diabolical dick as if my pussy had somehow wronged him.
He didn't hold back. He harnessed every bit of his strength and skills into every stroke.
I again was at his mercy and like before, I didn't mind.
He was the boss again and my pussy was working for his demanding cock.
I could feel it again, another orgasm beginning to mount in my body.
“I'm about to fucking cum!” I screamed. “Jesus!'
My admission only heightened his pace and intensity and he fucked me even harder.
His dick throwing was almost unimaginable.
The orgasm finally burst through my body and a river of pussy juice shot around his dick and out onto his balls.
The warm burst of juices got to him and he came as well, just a few seconds after me.
“Damn!' he huffed and puffed as he leaned back to pull out of me.
“Damn!” He crawled onto the couch and rearranged me so that we could both lie down and cuddle.
He kissed the back of my neck and held me.
We fell asleep with no more words spoken for the evening.
What I initially thought to be an accidental fling, turned out to be much more.
Our relationship soon extended beyond the bedroom.
Our excursions outside of the boudoir only enhanced the freaky and nasty things we did inside of it.
Andrew Thomas came into my life by way of a temp agency, but his role in my life became permanent.
It turns out that Andrew was the perfect fit for me professionally and personally.