[MF] My Weekend With Marie – Part 2 of 2 [True Story]

In my last post I described how I (a gent in his 30s) met a beauty in her 20s named Marie. We started playing online, grew to like each other, and traveled halfway across the country to meet up. Last one was a true story, and this one is as well.

After our rousing morning session, we shared a shower (she was so much fun slick and wet. So much fun.) and headed out for the day.

We did a lot of walking, a lot of window shopping and drank a *lot* of coffee. Our mutual love of java was one of the things that brought us together, and it was kind of transcendent to sit on a patio with her, people watching, talking, and getting caffeinated.

Since I’m about to describe some super hot sex, I’ll take 10 seconds from your life to convey something. I’m in my 30s, as I said, and work a pretty stressful job. I cannot overemphasize the difference this weekend did for me in terms of mental sanity.

The sex, absolutely, was a part of it. But if you’re working really hard, or just suffering under the mental load of your life, there’s lots of things you can do for yourself just to have a weekend of clarity. Take care of yourself. Okay?

Okay.

It was early afternoon when we got back to the hotel room. We lazed about, watching Youtube videos, sprawling across the bed, and generally just enjoying spending time together.

Eventually we started making out again. It was a nice, slow build. Her dress slipped down off her shoulder, giving me access to her long slender neck. I buried my mouth in the nape, and gently nibbled my way along her collarbone. I whispered things I’d said to her in our online chats, things that had made her sweet little pussy get wet, and she whispered back all the dirty things I’d only heard in her audios before.

I began playing with her sweet little breasts again, but everything was more urgent. Hungrier than that morning. I bit her gently along her neck, making her whimper, and I went from “interested” to “rock hard” at the sweet sounds she was making.

I stood up and slipped off the shorts I’d been wearing, allowing my cock to spring free. Chuckling, she scooted to the edge of the bed on her tummy, and took me in her mouth.

I’m completely average, in terms of size, but as her warm, wet young mouth enveloped me I felt so fucking thick. She pumped me in and out, lapping with her pointed little tongue over my head and up the underside of my shaft. I reached down and twined my fingers in her hair, gently thrusting into her mouth and smiling as she moaned softly against me.

Little Marie absolutely has an oral fetish. One of my favorite videos she sent me was very simple, 13 seconds long. She’s kneeling before a toilet in a tight little schoolgirl outfit with her hair up in pigtails. There are ropes and ropes of spit trailing from her mouth. She’s breathing hard. She pans down to show a huge dragon dildo suctioned to the lid, then a little further down to show a towel and a vibrator I bought her on the floor. The couple seconds it takes her to show these things, literal streams of spit are continuing to run from her mouth. She pans up to her face, shows me her tongue, smiles, and says into the camera “No wiping.”

My cock is hardly a dragon dildo, but I’m so goddamned happy to be inside her sweet little mouth. I slowly ramp into a rhythm, fucking her mouth as she lets her saliva start to build, getting a little sloppy.

After this morning, though, I was eager to be inside her again. I pulled her off my (now dripping) cock and onto her feet. Between the two of us, we pulled our remaining clothes off and I gently pushed her back onto the bed.

I sucked on my fingers as I looked into her eyes, and gently worked one inside her tight little pussy. I wrapped them up to the underside of her cunt, just wanting to loosen her up. She cums so quickly (seriously, it’s almost funny) that I didn’t want to even touch her clit.

She looked at me eagerly as her wetness grew, and I pulled her legs to let her hang at the edge of the bed. Slowly, but with a delicious pressure, I slid my cock inside her. Just as in the morning, being inside Marie made me light headed with pleasure. I spread her legs wide as I worked inside her. This time I took the time to look down and watch as I slid in and out of her young little fuckhole. She was sighing and moaning, her voice rising and falling as she fought not to cum. I reached out and slid a finger into her mouth, and she suckled it with the pleasure of a true oral lover.

After the gentleness of this morning, I felt we both wanted something … more. I pulled out, and used one of her legs to flip her over on the bed. She wiggled forward, presenting her beautiful cunt to me. I grinned as I kneeled on the bed and we lined up so I could re-enter her. (This whole weekend was an education in sexual mechanics with a taller woman. Fascinating stuff.)

I absolutely love fucking a woman from behind, and as I slid inside her I could tell something was different. She quivered and moaned as I started to pump, and as I got back up to a rhythm it was an effort to stave off my orgasm. She, on the other hand, came again. And again. And again.

I straight up asked her if she was okay, and confirmed not only was she okay, apparently the curve of my cock slid right across her g-spot every time I went deep inside her. I laughed, and pushed harder against her. She pretty much lost her ability to speak as I worked up harder, fucking her deep and fast.

I wanted to go on like that forever, but I was quickly losing my battle with my orgasm and cramped legs.

If you read my last post, you probably remember me mentioning a chair when I first got into the hotel room. Well, here’s why I did. :D

The boutique hotel had kindly provided us with a high backed cushioned chair, with a flat seat and an ottoman. Just steps from the bed, and surprisingly deep. (The previous night we’d both been able to snuggle into its depths to watch TV.)

I pulled out, and stood, unsteadily getting my legs working again and giving my endocrine system a chance to focus. Marie was surprised, and I offered her a hand to help her to her feet. She was shaky as well, but followed as I led her to the chair.

I sat down, and she looked at me quizzically. Like, “wtf do you expect me to do?”

I laughed, and gathered her into my lap. We got her squatting down over my cock, and then she slowly slid down along its length.

Her powerful, trim, shapely body began working my dick in a way it’s never been worked before. Her thighs flexed as she began to fuck herself against me, and her eyes bored into mine as she worked. I began thrusting back, and within a minute or so we were grinding against each other. The room filled with the wet, slick sounds of our sex and it felt incredible.

A minute went by, two, five, and with a moan she shifted. She leaned back so that her legs were still on the chair, but she was bracing her back and arms on the ottoman. If it sounds awkward, it was? But in the moment, it was the perfect angle for us to work against each other.

And work we did. For … what felt like forever, but probably was only about 10 minutes, this beautiful young, ripe woman absolutely fucked the shit out of me.

I gave as good as I got, thrusting my cock up into her whenever her energy waned. Both of us went into a kind of trance, barely talking, barely making any noise. She takes such good care of her body, and I’d been on the sidelines to see all the effort she put into making herself into the tight, lithe fucktoy that she was that day.

She absolutely worshipped my rod with her pussy, like it was the only thing in the entire world that mattered in that moment. It was one of the single most powerful sexual experiences I’ve ever had in my life, and when I close my eyes I can still see the look on her face as her cunt works me in that chair.

Pure, sustained ecstasy. Amazing. Both of us were absolutely covered in sweat, and panting. I asked her later how many times she came and she said she lost count, she was so in the moment.

It was the culmination of long, long months of flirtation, gentle introduction, a careful entwining of sexual desires. In our play, I’d been dominant over her, but here it felt as though she just took and took and took from me. I was a dildo for her, a hard and thick connection between our lives.

And when I finally came… it built up from somewhere near my feet. This heat, this pressure wave that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. Long, hard, thrusts, and I came deep, deep within the sweet little cunt of my Marie. Her eyes were open so, so wide as she balanced on my dick, milking the cum out of me.

We hung like that, still, her pussy gently squeezing me over and over again. Until… carefully … ever so carefully, we separated, and crawled back to the bed to cuddle.

The rest of the weekend was amazing. Dinners and laughter, and some cheezy tourism. More sex. If the stars align, we’ll be trying for a rematch sometime in the next few months. Wish me luck!

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Hey, if you’ve enjoyed, let me know in the comments. :) I have lots more stories about Marie I could share, and I’m hoping to post a fictional erotica series I’ve been working on for a while.

Thanks for reading!

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