When we first met we hit it off instantly. There was incredible chemistry. A sexual magnetism beyond anything I had ever felt before. We enjoyed each other’s company and made each other laugh all the time. We were only friends with benefits because she had planned to move to California soon and that was okay with me. Her name was Callie. She was Colombian with the most beautiful brown skin, lips made for sucking cock, voluptuous breasts, DD’s, and the greatest pussy I’ve ever been inside of. She was thick and curvy and she walked with such confidence and exuded sex appeal in every step. I fucked her on the first night we hung out. I couldn’t take it. She was on my bed and we were watching TV when I just went for it. We kissed passionately. I sucked on her gorgeous nipples and she moaned. I kept sucking and she grabbed my head with her hands and kept me in position like an infant being fed. I could hear her breath increasing. Was she about to cum? I thought. And she was. I kept sucking on her nipple like my life depended on it while I reached down and slide two fingers inside of her. This drove her over the edge and came right then and there. My mouth still clamped on her nipple.
She reaches for my cock and wants to suck it but I don’t let her. I turn her around and mount her. Before I knew it, I was inside of her. Fucking her wet, warm, fuck box. I fucked her nice and slow at first then increased my rhythm. She came all over my cock, over and over again. I kept fucking her harder and harder as if I was mounted on top of an award winning Stallion galloping across the track. She said not to cum inside of her because she wasn’t on the pill. This had the opposite effect on me because it sent electrical signals to my brain that were firing non-stop. I couldn’t pull out. I just couldn’t. I exploded inside of her. She came as she felt my cock throbbing and pulsating, filling her up completely. We went and purchased the morning after pill later that night and she got on birth control soon after. She became my regular cum dumpster and I loved every second of it.
This continued for about 6 months and then she moved across the country. We did the long distance thing for a while but we both knew it wasn’t going to work out in the long term. We expressed how much we both truly love each other and this could be the real thing if the circumstances weren’t so fucked up. I visited her a couple of times but it was bitter sweet knowing it was nearing it’s end. Now she’s moved on and she’s in a relationship with someone else now and I’m happy for her. I’m an up and coming lyricist and I’ve been working on my album the last few months or so and was invited to L.A to record at a very prestigious studio at a discount rate and to work with a great underground producer. I couldn’t say no. Callie happens to live in L.A. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other and to be honest I think about her often. So I land in L.A and head straight to the studio. I’m there for about 8 hours and I just want to get to my hotel to check in.
I’m in the uber looking through my phone and I contemplate sending her a text to let her know I’m in town. But I don’t. I wouldn’t want to cause her any problems or issues with her new guy. So I put my phone away and put the window down to get some fresh air. That’s when I hear a notification from my phone, it’s a text alert. It’s her. “Are you in L.A?” she wrote. I write back “Yea. How did you know?” “I saw it on your Instagram.” Ah, that’s right. I posted part of the session I was recording at the studio and had forgotten we’re still following each other on IG. I write back, “Oh yea. I’m in town for a few days working on my album.” She asks me where I’m staying. I hesitate to answer. But i do. I tell her where I’m staying and to meet me at the hotel bar.
I’m at the bar sippin on a double shot of Hennessy on the rocks. It’s been a long day. The bartender is an attractive redhead with green eyes who keeps giving me the eye. I smile at her and she asks if I’m meeting someone. I say yes. She smiles back and says, maybe another time then, and goes on to attend another guest. It’s been about 30 minutes and when I look over at the bar entrance. There she is. Looking as beautiful as ever. She’s wearing a tight and long black dress. It’s the dress she wore when I first fucked her. I know it is. She knows I love that dress. She comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. We exchange simple pleasantries and decide to get a table over in the corner and order some appetizers. The bartender brings her a whiskey, neat. “You remember what I drink.” – “I do. I remember a lot of things.” Damn, she’s looking good. Her lips. Her smiles. Her cleavage is driving me fucking insane. I can almost feel her pussy throbbing. I know her pussy knows I’m near. She knows Daddy is here. Remember me? Yea, her pussy remembers, my sweet delicious peach. Daddy is here. So we talk a bit more, while drinking a bit more, laughing and just catching up. Then I ask her, “So where is your… umm, your guy?” – To which she replies, “He’s not here” and gives me a look that says it all. No explanation needed. I drop a hundred dollar bill on the table and we go up to my room.
She reaches into her purse and takes out a few joints. She’s kind of a weed connoisseur and always has the best shit on hand. We go out to the balcony and spark up. She asks if I’m seeing anyone, “Yeah, I’ve been seeing someone back home. It’s still early though.” She moves closer to me. She rests her head on my chest. I hug her. “I’ve missed you” she says. – “I’ve missed you so much” I reply. She looks up at me longing. Her beautiful caramel eyes surrendering to me. I kiss her. Fuck. I’ve wanted to feel that for so long. I’ve ached for it. I’ve fucked a few other women after her but none of them ever compared to her. I even had this one little whore who let me call her Callie while we fucked. And even that couldn’t compare to this kiss, right here. She takes me by the hand and leads me inside.
I’m standing near the bed as she drops to her knees, unbuckling my belt and taking off my pants. Usually I’m the dominant one but here I was just straight up puddy in her hands. She tells me to sit and lay down. I do as I’m told. She proceeds to bury her face into the underside of my balls and inhales. She’s always loved my scent. It’s something she became addicted to while we were together. Sometimes she would get mad because I showered and didn’t have my natural scent on me. Then she started softly sucking on my balls. Lathering them up with her sweet saliva. My cock began to grow as it laid against the side of her face. She went to grab it and began slowly stroking it while she kept giving my balls a cleaning. Then she starts kissing and licking the side of my cock. She reaches the head and starts sucking on the mushroom tip ever so gently. She’s driving me fucking crazy at this point. She finally takes my entire cock in her mouth, fucking her own throat with it. I go to grab her by the hair as instinct to start fucking her face because I can’t take it anymore. And she snaps my hands away and shakes her head, “no, no” and she continues to suck on me at her own pace. She’s the only one who can do that to me. I won’t allow it from anyone else but I am only here to please her and my cock in her mouth is what she needs right now. I have to just let her do her thing. She continues sucking me like a starved animal until I feel the lava building up. The volcano begins to tremble. Eruption is imminent. I know it. She knows it. She prepares herself and puts the head of my cock in her mouth as I give her a massive load. Some of it escapes her lips as it drips down to her breasts. She swallows every drop as she climbs onto the bed and lays on my chest. “I’ve missed your cum so much.”
To be continued. Part 2 coming soon.
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