The one where I threw up!
We chatted a bit and Mr actually told him in no uncertain
terms to fuck off as his profile stated that he does have unprotected sex – but
not with everyone. We practice only safe sex, so I actually was OK with this.
He’s being honest about what he does which is more than most men and has no
issues being safe with us. So I arranged a social at a pub. He travelled over
an hour for the social and we had just 40 minutes to chat. He was warm, smiley
and easy with the compliments. He made me feel that he only had eyes for me and
I was living for it.
Top of the pack
After the social, I cancelled the plans we had for the following
day and this guy got top billing. Good choice.
Bang on time
He arrived looking good, smelling good (for a smoker), and
nearly fell over when he saw me in red lingerie. His favourite colour,
apparently. Pale skin, dark hair, scarlet lace - he devoured me with his eyes
before he even touched me.
We sat back on the sofa with drinks in hand and it was only
moments until his hands were on me. In our conversations he hadn’t once labelled
himself as dominant but he knew exactly what he wanted and made it happen! He
released my boobs first and sucked on my nipples. Firmly. With intent. His
hands alternating from holding them and pushing my legs apart. There was no
opportunity to be coy and I loved it. He moved seamlessly from next to me, to
over me. And then down. He was pulling at my underwear, ultimately ripping them
to shreds. And then, he pushed my legs wide open and up and his tongue went
straight to my ass. He lapped at my ass, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure.
My head thrown back with new sensations and his words reaching my ears in
between his licks telling me how beautiful I am, how good I taste. Boobs out,
belly squished up I must have a looked a right state but he soaked in every
view and made sure to tell me how much he loved it.
I ACTUALLY THREW UP!
As he lapped at me with lust, I reached out to him and
stroked his big hard cock through his trousers, only moments later all clothes
were gone and he was fucking my face hard. Pulling at my hair (which I hate!)
and forcing his cock down my throat. The only noises I made were of gratitude
though. I was so uncomfortable squished up despite loving his cock so told him
to sit and I knelt to suck it more. Again, he grabbed my hair and forced his
cock into my throat and fucked my throat relentlessly. My gag reflex could not hold
on with his thick cock pounding at my throat and his hands preventing me from
removing it. I THREW UP! Holy fucking shit. This is not what is meant to happen.
Full of embarrassment. Shame. Devastation to have ruined the fun we cleaned up
and I apologised profusely. He looked at me, pulling my chin towards him and
asked if I was ok. I nodded saying I was just embarrassed. And he pushed me
down to the sofa on my knees and buried his face into my arse. OK – we’re carrying
on!!
His tongue fucked my pussy and my arsehole until I was
squirming with pleasure. Then he suited up and fucked me from behind. Arms
pulled back, hair pulled, and fucked deep. I would push back and meet him to
take the thick cock deeper and harder and he went crazy for it. He’d get close
and return back to eating my arse.
He cums first
Then he pushed me down, had my legs up and practically behind
my head and he pounded against me missionary style. He instructed me to play
with my pussy at the same time before he unloaded with a huge orgasm. Both smiling
we chilled and chatted and not long later round 2 began. He pulled me on to his
face while fucking my mouth again – me desperately worried about the gag
reflex. He moaned so beautifully as I grinded my pussy against his tongue. He
flipped it over to be on top of me, pushing that cock back down my throat –
brave man or stupid?! Not sure I can tell!
When he moved off me I lay there smiling and he started kissing
me again… I’m touching my pussy and then his fingers are working at me too… it’s
hot. Frantic. The amount of desire and need palpable in the air as my body
finally succumbs to the pleasure and waves of release flood my body as I cling
on to him. Soft mutterings telling me what a good girl I am.
The orgasm hadn’t even faded but he wanted my arse again and
I bent over against the sofa…spreading my cheeks to more moans of pleasure from
him at the view and he fucked me again. I’m sensitive. Fresh from the deep
rushes of orgasm but nothing stopped me pushing back against him. My pussy
still pulsing as he slammed in again and again and again. He couldn’t take the pleasure
either and came hard collapsing against me.
We fell back into position with huge smiles on our faces. He
can barely get a sentence out calling himself sex drunk and I sit grinning like
a cheshire cat.
His compliments were raw and sincere: “mind-blowing”, “like
nothing I’ve ever had”, “so lucky.” When he asked if he could come again, I
couldn’t help but beam.
Even as he dressed I found myself kissing his cock again,
trying to tempt him. He was hard within seconds but it was too late to go
again. Probably for the best - I trusted my gag reflex less than a cheap white
t-shirt in the rain at that moment so I pulled away and said goodbye.
Walking back to Mr, the grin on my face said it all. The
spring in my step gave me away.
This is exactly what I want from Fabs. Filthy, intense,
intoxicating.
Minus the vomit.
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