The Mechanic is back on the scene for rimming, 69 and a fun foot fetish!

 

The Unexpected Return

The Mechanic was one of the ones who started dating, but that didn’t last long. After telling me he was off the scene, he reappeared just a couple of weeks later. We live a little over two hours apart, but my work took me to his neck of the woods, and he offered a hotel room after my event so we could play. Mr was initially against me meeting him alone, but other circumstances changed his mind.

Dinner and chats

I wrapped up the event, refuelled my car in the daylight, and picked up beers and food. When I got to the hotel, I was starving. Full of apologies, I sat down to eat while we chatted. Then I showered and slipped into the pink and red lingerie he’d chosen from the selection in my case.

The confident first touch

As soon as I walked back into the room, his hands were on me. He grabbed my hips and kissed me with intensity. He was confident this time, such a change from the bundle of nerves he’d been when he visited before. I pulled his t-shirt up and ran my hands over his body. Thick, muscly, with that soft layer I love. Hairy chest, hairy stomach - but no hair on the shoulders or back. Perfect.

I undid his trousers and stroked his already hard cock. There was no mistaking what he wanted, so I went down on him happily. I even passed him my phone to film me sucking his huge, gorgeous cock. Something for Mr to enjoy later.

Would it last past the first 10 seconds of penetration?

In the back of my mind, I remembered that last time he hadn’t made it inside for long before finishing, so after a few minutes I moved to the bed to see what else he had in mind. What followed - 90 minutes of it - was a blur. I'll recount what I can! His hands were everywhere. He kissed and sucked my nipples, and before long he was nudging against me. I jumped up to grab the XL condoms from my bag. He did the same. Good thing too - we ended up needing all of them.

Suited up, I pushed him down and climbed on top. Lowering onto him, I felt full in the best way. I moved slowly at first, then picked up the pace. I’d spent the whole day fantasising about this. His hands, his kisses, and now his cock inside me. The build up meant it only took a few minutes before I came hard. I kept moving a little while longer, then slid off to clean the cum from the condom and carried on sucking him.

Deep throating a huge cock

With him now lying down, I turned around into a kind of 69 - though I didn’t sit on his face - and worked to take his cock down my throat. Every push into my throat hit my gag reflex making it almost impossible to keep him in my throat, but I wasn’t giving up. He pushed me down and I loved how much he wanted it. I thought about shifting slightly multiple times to sit on his face, but he hadn’t made any move to go down on me so far, and I didn’t want to put someone in a position they didn’t want to be in. So I held back. More than once, if I’m honest.

Foot fetish

He moved again and put on a fresh condom. With my legs now in the air, he kissed his way from my thighs to my feet. He kissed them, licked them, sucked my toes. His tongue on my instep gave me delicious sensations - something I thought would make me cringe but didn’t. I realised that I do genuinely love indulging kinks, especially when the joy on their face says it all.

He fucked me hard, deep, and with so much passion. Eventually, I suggested a short break as he was dripping with sweat. We lay together - him on his back, me on my tummy - and I couldn’t stop touching him. Just a few minutes passed before he moved over me again, kissing my back, shoulders, neck. Every touch sent tingles through me.

As he kissed down lower and lower, over my butt cheeks, the pressure shifted. I felt him aiming closer to somewhere I wasn’t quite prepared for. I love to rim, and I did that to him a little later, but I hadn’t douched, so I clamped my legs together. He moved on, kissing down to my feet to lick my insteps for what felt like an eternity. Then he kissed back up my legs, put a new condom on, and he slid back inside me.

Words of affirmation

His weight over me, the depth of his strokes - it was everything. He told me over and over how tight I was, how amazing I looked, how good I felt. My self-esteem is fragile, and his words gave it the boost I needed. They felt sincere.

Moving between positions felt smooth and natural, giving him reprieve so he could keep going and me the variety I loved. So, I went back to his cock. I loved the challenge of taking it all. He was semi-reclined now, and I positioned myself between his legs, feet in the air so he could watch my toes wiggle. I licked down to his perineum, then his arsehole. He shifted for better access and I gave it to him - tongue and finger. Watching his cock twitch with pleasure was so filthy and so satisfying.

My second orgasm

I needed him again. Seeing his pleasure made me want to fuck him more. He put on another condom while I climbed back on top. I’m usually a one-and-done girl, but this time it took just minutes before I came again. There’s something about being on top that tips me over the edge so quickly.

He’d loved the clean-up last time, so I sucked the condom clean again, then took it off and carried on sucking. Still upside down so I could deep throat the huge beast of a cock. This time he pulled me onto him and began licking my sensitive clit. I can’t multitask when it comes to oral, so my head game definitely slipped a few points from my normal and I knew I wouldn’t cum from it - but I loved it anyway. He wanted to do it. That’s what mattered.

Looking at my pussy

At some point, but I have no idea when, he lay between my legs and watched me play with myself. He bit his lip, moaned softly, eyes on me as my finger circled my clit and slipped inside my pussy. Normally I hate being looked at like that. My husband can, of course, but a playmate? That’s different. But I trusted the Mechanic. His lust, his want, his need - it felt real and it got me off. 

The facial

There was more fucking. More boundaries gently pushed. So much pleasure. Eventually, I asked where he wanted to cum. He’d visibly edged himself at least four times, maybe more, and I wanted him to have the big finish too. He said he wanted to cum down my throat. I suggested something more visible that we could capture. He didn’t hesitate.

He aimed for a facial but the load ended up in my hair, on my face, across my chest. The photo is rough. I look like someone who’s been fucked for hours. I guess I had.

We showered, cuddled, and chatted. And then I started the two-hour drive home completely exhausted, and smiling the entire way.