You’re asking me: How do you know his name was Richard? And I’ll tell you: I went to the mail room and looked at his mail box. I got his last name, got on Google and searched. Bam. Richard. 47.
He was a silver fox. He had short but stylish silver hair and a beard to match, muscles — so many muscles! And a few old tattoos on his forearms. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. But I was too shy.
My parents bought me the apartment when I enrolled in college. They rented it out for two years and then, this year when I became a junior, I moved into it. My very own place!
I saw Richard on my first night in the studio apartment. He was on his balcony smoking a pipe. A pipe of all things. I thought, this guy is probably an author. Didn’t hurt my fantasy when he sat down and pulled out a thick book.
I started thinking about his cock and I wondered if it was as thick as the book he was reading. I just needed an in. I’m shy, okay? Too shy. I’m not like the girls in my school who send guys a pic of their tits and say “come over.”
That’s not me. But maybe … I could pretend to be like them.
I was going to be the free spirited girl. The girl who always giggled and flirted and tossed her hair. And topless. Topless helps.
I opened my window and leaned out, my C cup tits in full view, and I shouted towards the neighbor, “Hey you!”
He turned and saw me. His eyes grew wide for a second, and then, assuming I was some sort of free spirited chick, he locked eyes with me, puffed on his pipe and said, “Yes?”
“You mind blowing some of that smoke over here? It smells good.”
“Sure thing,” he said with a chuckle. And before he could turn back to his book, I called out again.
“What’s your name?”
“Richard. You?”
“Casey. What are you doing tonight?”
“Well, this. And then I’ll go in and make a drink a little later and watch some TV. Then maybe … bed?”
“Maybe bed?”
“Definitely bed.”
“Sounds nice.”
“You … wanna join me? I mean, for the drink?”
I perked up. “Sure! I’ll be right over.”
I grabbed my lacey see through old white t-shirt and tossed it on. I didn’t want to be friends with this guy. I just wanted to drown in his cum.
I have this working theory about women born in the 80s and 90s vs. women born in the 2000s. If you were a teen age girl in the 80s or 90s – pretty much before the internet – you read romance novels where the guy sweeps you off your feet for a weekend of romance. And that’s what you want. But girls of the late 90s — after the internet arrived — and every moment after – watched porn. They were curious. Curious 80s girls read romance novels. Curious girls born in the late 90s? They watched porn. I was one of those girls who was curious. That’s why 80s and 90s girls are such prudes and will never let a guy bust a nut on your face. But I do. I love it.
Anyway, I ran to Richard’s apartment and gave a little knock. He had to have known my game plan. Especially when he opened the door.
I was wearing knee high rainbow socks, booty shorts and my old white see through t-shirt.
He welcomed me into his apartment. It was dark, masculine, and smelled vaguely of lingering cherry pipe tobacco.
“What can I get you to drink? You … you are over 21, right?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said, twirling my hair. 21 last month.”
“Oh, good.”
It wasn’t a lie. I took a gap year before starting college, so I had a leg up in the age department on other girls.
He poured me a drink and we clinked glasses and then I bit my bottom lip and sat down on the sofa across from him.
“So, Richard. What do you do?”
“I write.”
I laughed to myself. I knew it.
“What do you do?” He asked.
“I’m a student at State.”
“Oh, cool,” he said. “Like it?”
“It’s okay but I get so stressed out with work and all that. School work and my internship. Sometimes I just need a stiff one … a drink, I mean.”
“Huh,” he said with a chuckle.
“Is my drink … stiff enough for you?”
“It is. It’s very stiff.”
I licked my lips and stared at his crotch. I could tell he was getting hard under his jeans.
“Fuck this,” I said. I put my drink down and charged to him, ripping his shirt off. He was shredded as fuck! He had abs and white chest hair and he was absolutely ripped.
“Oh my god, you’re hot,” I said, leaning in and kissing his neck while my hands undid his pants and pulled them to his ankles.
Soon, his 9.5 inch cock was in my mouth and tears were running down my cheeks. I watched a lot of porn. I knew what guys like.
“You wanna fuck my face?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said.
I stood up and flipped over on his sofa, hanging my face over the end of the seat. He walked towards me and leaned down, pushing his cock into my gaping mouth. I gagged and a little drool ran out of my mouth and down my upside-down face and into my hair.
I could see his asshole. I wondered if he liked buttplay. My last boyfriend did, but I decided I’d better not risk jamming a finger up there until I got a better idea of his desires.
He pumped away at my mouth. I gagged and choked and writhed on the sofa as more saliva and drool soaked my face. When he accidentally slipped out, I used it as a chance to speak.
“Fuck me harder. And eat my pussy, dammit.”
Soon, we were doing the good ol’ 69. I was soaking wet. My pussy was ALWAYS wet. I masturbated like 12 times a day sometimes. I couldn’t get enough and I was always cumming. With Richard’s experienced tongue on my clit, I was cumming three or four times in a row, it felt like.
Finally, he stopped and pulled out. I flipped over. My face was soaked with saliva and mascara. I was gasping for air. I was naked, except for my rainbow knee high socks.
“Fucking shit,” I said. “Hey … do you like assplay?”
“I suppose,” he said. “Think my cock will fit in your ass?”
We looked down. His cock WAS huge.
“That’s not what I meant,” I asked, holding up my right pointer finger.
“Ohhh,” he said. “Yeah, why not?”
“Good. Get on your back.”
He got onto the sofa and I got on top of him – reverse cowgirl – and started riding his cock. His cock and balls were so lubed up by my saliva what I was easily able to lean down and slip a finger in his ass.
I rode him harder and harder and every few seconds, he’d pinch my ass cheeks or slap them. Soon, he was maneuvering his finger towards my asshole. When it slipped in, I gasped.
After a while, I flipped around and straddled him, my tits slapping into his face.
“Are you a dirty boy?” I asked him.
He nodded.
“When you’re ready to cum, I want to drink it.”
“Okay,” he said as I kept riding.
“Your cock is so big!” I yelled out as I reached down and rubbed my clit and orgasmed on top of him. I squirted a little and my juices ran down his thighs. I pulled out and squatted down and lapped up my juices.
“Meow,” I said.
He writhed.
I took his cock into my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of him while he watched. It seemed like his cock got even harder. Even bigger.
“Your cock,” I said. “It’s huge.”
He smiled.
“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked as he started to writhe with pleasure.
“We have a few choices. You can cum in my pussy. I’m on the pill. And then I can squirt it into a cup and drink it.”
His eyes grew wide. I don’t think he was expecting such a freak.
“Or … you can bust on my face and then you can clean the mess up with a spoon and feed it to me.”
He laughed.
“Or, least exciting. You cum into my mouth and I swallow.”
“Get on your hands and knees.” He instructed.
I did and he fucked me from behind, his finger inside of my ass, until he finally shot a thick load of cum inside of me. I moaned. He moaned. And then he pulled out.
“Wait here,” he said as he walked into the kitchen and returned with a small juice glass. He hovered it below my gaping wet cunt and said, “Now.”
I sat up and pushed, my asshole gaped open a little and soon, a flood of jizz gushed from my pussy and into the cup. He came so much the glass was nearly full.
“Holy shit, that’s a lot of jizz.”
“I cum a lot,” he said as he held the cup to me.
To be honest, I’d never done this before. I swallow cum all the time, but it’s a different story when the guy busts down your throat versus handing you an 4 oz cup of cum. I gulped, nervously, and took the cup from him.
“Thanks, daddy,” I said as I tilted the cup back and took a thick sip. It was hot. Warmer than warm and thick as shit. I gulped down at least two ounces of his cum while he watched. And to my amazement, his cock got hard again. He started jerking off. I couldn’t believe it.
“Rub your pussy,” He instructed. “Finger it. Finger your asshole, too.”
I did as instructed while I gulped down the other half of his cum.
“All gone,” I said.
“Round two coming up,” he announced as he straddled my face.
“Oh my god you’re going to cum again?” I asked.
He nodded and I laughed and brought myself to orgasm, accidentally pissing uncontrollably all over his floor. I blushed and started to freak out, but he stopped me and told me it was okay. It turned him on. And it would turn him on even more if I leaned down and lapped it up again.
“Meow,” he said.
I grinned and did as I was told, slurping up my own mix of pussy juice and piss and maybe some of his leftover cum from his hardwood floor.
He leaned down and ejaculated an even thicker stream of jizz onto my face. I mean, my face was already wet from the saliva and sweat, but there were six solid streams up my face and into my hair.
I burst out laughing. One time in high school, my boyfriend and his best friend double teamed me in his basement and they both jerked off onto my face, but they barely even came compared to this explosion of jizz.
I fell backwards against the sofa and rubbed my pussy, cumming again while Richard went into the kitchen and got a spoon.
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