Sexy Adventures Vol. 2 – Harder
Smart. Blonde. Privileged. None of these words explained why she was moaning louder the deeper my cock got down her throat. I pulled my cock back for a second to make sure Lorren could breathe. “Harder” was all she said as her makeup ran down her face. Fuck…I thought I was going hard.
Our first date had taken forever to line up after we had exchanged numbers in a Bay Area coffee shop. Lorren was spending her last Summer of college traveling in Europe and I was working long hours launching a new business. We’d exchange a few flirty texts here and there but we were both busy and engaged. When it comes to first dates I have a simple rule: no nice dinners. Drinks, coffee, anything that can be ended quickly and gracefully if the attraction and chemistry aren’t there. Somehow after two months of sending flirty texts I found myself in one of San Francisco’s many excellent upscale restaurants laughing and listening to travel stories while simultaneously getting more aroused every minute.
As soon as we got outside the restaurant we started furiously making out. I just want to say sorry to the Uber driver here and now for the long makeout session he got subjected to. When we got back to my place Lorren immediately dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out. She sucked my cock like she was in outer space and it was the only source of oxygen within 1000 miles. Every time I pushed my cock down her throat she’d pull it out and ask me to fuck her face harder. I could feel the back of her throat and as my cock started to swell her mouth felt even tighter if that was possible. “Harder.” I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and used her face like a jackhammer breaks up concrete. We were both breathing hard. “Harder.” Fuck this girls throat is made of the same thing as Captain America’s shield. “Harder.” I didn’t think I could go any harder. But I was getting close to cumming. I looked down, her hand was in her panties and she was moaning in pleasure. I looked at the wall. I looked at Lorren’s beautiful face, spit dripping on her breasts, makeup ruined. I looked at the wall again. “Harder.”
Fuck it. If this privileged, educated, daddy’s little girl wanted it harder I was going fuck her dirty whore throat until she begged me to stop or I came. Nothing else mattered. I shoved her head back against the wall. She moaned, if I hadn’t already figured out she liked it rough I knew for certain now. Pinning her head between my cock and the wall I pushed my cock down her throat. She started gagging but her moans didn’t stop and her hand was still in her panties. Pressure started to build as I thrust deeper, finally burying my cock to the hilt in her throat. My orgasm built like a lightning strike. I felt it in my legs, my chest, my scalp was tingling, my soul was about to leave my body and it was leaving straight out of my dick. Ancient battle cries weren’t as loud as the sounds that came out of my mouth as hot cum jetted out. Lorren valiantly tried to swallow but it shot out of the sides of her mouth, onto her face, and finally all over her breasts. I popped my cock out her mouth and smeared cum and spit all over here face before coming back to reality. I paused, caught my breath, and asked if she was ok. Smiling up at me she said “Harder” with a half smile and we both burst into laughter and headed for the bedroom so I could return the favor.
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