I had never been to a masquerade before, but I was very glad that I accepted this invitation. Your green eyes had caught me from across the room starring. It didn’t take much conversation for us to become relaxed and comfortable, laughing as we people watched.
“Ok so you have the room, fuck, marry, kill?” I ask. You bust out laughing again and start to scan the room. You touch your chin inquisitively.
“Hm… kill the old guy hitting on all of the young girls, yeesh.” I agree, not a bad call. “Marry that reeeally old guy so I get a big payout in a few years.” I laugh loudly, enjoying your enthusiasm in this. “And I’d fuck… you if tonight goes how I want it to.” We lock eyes and both can’t keep from cracking up.
“I mean… I’m down,” I confess. “You wanna get out of here?” You agree and we exit through a side door, making for the parking lot. You give me you number and send me your address, kissing me on the cheek before getting into your car.
I follow you to your suburb and pull into your driveway next to you. Standing on your stoop as you unlock the door I can already catch a faint scent your excitement as your body aches for me.
“You a little excited there?” I ask sarcastically. “Those panties must be soaked,” I bite my lip, feeling my bulge twitch in my pants as I think of peeling them off of you.
“Well the thong came off in car, it was the way of me fingering myself on the way here.” You seductively tell me as we enter your dark house. You turn the light on in the living room before pulling out a blue and white striped thong, showing me the wet spot. “But yeah, It’s running down my thighs so,” you laugh, slightly embarrassed. “My room’s back here.” You lead down the hallway and turn the lamp next to your bed on.
You sit on the edge of your bed and take your heels off, rubbing your feet. My jacket and tie came off in the car, so I unbutton my shirt and pants, stripping to my boxers. My bulge is distinctly outlined as it presses against the fabric. I have my own wet spot as precum soaks where my tip is.
I push you back so that you’re laying and get on my hands and knees. I start kissing you at your foot, moving a few inches at a time up your leg. I can hear your breathing become ragged as I reach your inner thigh, intoxicated by your scent as it goes from a faint whiff to filling my nose with it’s sweetness. My lips feel your juices as they climb closer to your pussy. You lift your waist and pull your teal dress up for me. Your hand reaches down, spreading your cleanly shaven slit to expose your bright pink clit. I move your hand back.
“That’s for me to play with,” I breathe the words onto your pussy and watch you shiver. I kiss just next to your labia, letting my beard tickle you before dragging my lips over you to kiss the other side. You moan and grab my head, directing it to your snatch. I stop teasing you and slide my tongue down from your clit to where I can get it inside of you. You moan again, louder this time. I curl my tongue in you, feeling your tight walls around it as it maps your pussy.
“Un… fuck,” you moan before crying out. “I’ve never cum from this, but…” you moan sharply, unable to finish the sentence because I’ve shifted all of my attention to your clit. You jerk and cry out again as you orgasm unexpectedly. “Oh fuck… where did you learn how to do that?” You laugh as you shiver.
“Right here, right now.” I laugh with you. “Just something I figured I might as well try,” I coyly tell you, pulling my boxers off and letting my erect cock out for you to see fully. You bite your lip and smile, ready to feel yourself get stuffed. Standing on shaky legs, you pull the straps over your shoulders and wiggle out of your dress.
“Keep that on,” I request as you go to take your rose patterned lace mask off. “I like that.” You smile slyly. You step closer and we kiss, tongues tangling as they fight to get in the others mouth. Your hand starts to stroke my cock, playing in my precum as it spills out. I want you so fucking bad. I want to pound the shit out of you. Right now. I guide you to the bed and push you down onto it again. Grabbing your legs I pull you closer to the edge and put your calves over my shoulders.
“I might be small, but I’m not fragile,” you urge. I look at your emerald eyes behind the mask as I rub the head of my cock between your soaking wet lips. “I want your dick,” you plead. “Put it in.” I thrust forward hard on my first stroke, penetrating you half of my full length and being stopped by your tightness. Your eyes tear up as I pull back and shove my cock harder into your pussy. You continue to cry out as I keep trying to force myself into you deeper.
“You’re too big for me, I can’t…” I cut you off with another thrust, making you scream. “Fuck that hurts!” You yell. With a few more thrusts and many more cries from you, I had managed to bottom out on your cervix, sending a shockwave of pain through you. I pause and ask if you want me to stop. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” you command me, mascara running down your temples. I pull myself completely out of you before giving my all into you, crashing into your cervix again, stretching your pussy to fit my girth.
“Let me try it from behind,” I suggest. “Maybe I’ll fit that way.” You roll your eyes, knowing that’s not why I want to do it that way. You roll over and get on your knees, pressing your chest to the sheets and displaying your gaped pussy to you. As I get into position behind you, you remind me which hole I’m allowed in. I chuckle and agree, “it’s only a first date.”
I enter your pink warmth again, moaning with you as your body takes me. I hump with hard, purposeful strokes into you, still bottoming you out. I’m close to being able to fit my full length into you, patiently working at it until my pelvis presses against you. You sigh at the feeling of me grinding against you. I reach forward and grab a handful of your golden hair, pulling it with force as I go back to humping you until you stop me.
“What a terrible host, making you do all the work.” You feign concern. “Why don’t you lay down?” You suggest. I comply, rolling onto my back and resting my head on the pillow, letting the sweat run down my forehead. You get on top of me so that we’re facing each other and take my grool covered cock in your grip. You stroke me a few times before lowering yourself onto me, gasping as you feel my throbbing dick stretch your pussy out, ruining you for any man smaller than me.
“I want to feel you cum in me,” your facade crumbling. “I want you to fill me up with your dick and then fill me up with your cum.” Your desires are coming out for me to see as you ride on top of me, gripping your headboard for support.
“Someone has a kinky streak,” I tease. You press your body weight down onto me, grinding your clit on my pelvis and making me moan.
“I’m a slut, what did you expect?” You chuckle. Now use your slut like she wants.” Your tone darkens slightly as you say it, implying you mean it. My hands had been holding your hips as you moved but now with a sharp smack I strike your ass cheek before grabbing your tits, pinching your nipples, flicking them. You start to shiver again, getting close to climaxing for the second time. “I need you to cum so I can,” you encourage. “Fill your little slut up baby.” I stop fighting it and orgasm pleasurably, both of us feeling my body pump you full of my sticky cum.
You cry out one last time as your body shakes on me, trembling as you climax with me and bucking when I start to play with your clit, furthering your pleasure. You get off of me and lay on your back for me to see the creampie as it slowly runs out of your gaped and quivering pussy.
“Well, did I ruin your little cunt?” I ask, panting. You smile big and nod your head
“Mhmm…” you confirm. “I’m not going to be able to walk after that, fuck.” You laugh, only half joking. “Want to help me take a shower so we can pretend to clean up, only to have you fuck me against the wall?” You suggest as I laugh and shake my head yes. “Good! I hope you like having me around because this slut is yours now,”
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