‘Both hands,’ she said between gasps. ‘Both hands.’
‘Don’t tell me what to do,’ I said in reply, giving her ass a loud smack and getting a loud scream-moan in response.
It was Thursday evening at 5:30pm, at my place when I was living in the middle of the city. She’d messaged me that morning after about a week of radio silence, asking if she could come over. We’d started seeing each other a few months ago, initially serious dating it seemed. But it had kind of fizzled out. She’d said I was a bad communicator, I said she was a bad communicator. So it wasn’t really going anywhere as a relationship. What kept us in each other’s orbits was the really good sex. Although we were almost too proud to text each other when we wanted to hook up one of us usually did, until it was solely bootycalls. That morning she’d texted to say she had a dinner in the city near my place, and asked if she could come over to freshen up beforehand. At 5:30pm I wasn’t exactly sure how long she’d been over for, but so far there had been no freshening up. Mostly she’d been on her hands and knees in doggy.
‘Do it,’ she gasped again. ‘Both-’
I smacked her ass again and stopped thrusting, leaving my full length in her.
‘Do,’ – I pulled out almost all the way, thrusting my full length back in between each word – ‘not… tell… me… what… to… do…’ I pulled out slowly and pushed in hard.
Her moans were getting louder and more guttural now. I lived in a small building mostly surrounded by much higher office blocks, and the other occupants of my building were mostly offices themselves. My bedroom windows were open and despite the traffic down below they could probably hear us.
I kept up the rhythmic thrusting, and moved my hands to do what she’d been asking for all along: wrapping them both around her neck at once, my thumbs pushing on the base of her skull. It was her favourite part of doggy – perhaps mine too – and was a sure fire way to trigger her orgasm. It was also a handy way for me to hold on when it got particularly rough. Now I did so, enclosing her whole neck in my hands.
She started whimpering, and as I increased my speed she made these very distinctive short screams that were a precursor to orgasm. Not 10 seconds later she went rigid as she came hard. I slowed a bit until she started breathing again and then got back up to speed. Soon I was fucking her as hard as I could, my hands still around her neck, before I unloaded in the condom. She was really close to another one with her short screams so I pushed through and kept thrusting until she came again, going rigid and almost still with me staying inside her until she collapsed forward. I collapsed next to her onto my back, and soon she cuddled up alongside.
‘Fuck that was good,’ she said. ‘I needed that.’
‘Why? Tough week?’
‘Very.’
‘Where are you going for dinner tonight?’
‘Someone invited me for drinks.’
I could just tell by her saying “someone” and the deliberately nonchalant tone of delivery that it was a guy. So I asked directly.
‘What’s his name?’
‘None of your business,’ she snapped, and slapped my chest.
I grabbed her wrist and held it in the air for a bit, then turned to her and started kissing her neck. She started moaning, and when I let go of her wrist she ran her fingers through my hair. I stopped kissing.
‘Tell me about him. If you want me to keep going.’
‘He’s just a guy,’ she began, and I started again. I kissed her neck, then her shoulders, then ran my tongue between them. But then I slowed. ‘He’s doing a summer internship at ____ and he invited me for after work drinks.’
‘So he’s your age?’
‘Mm hmm…’
‘And he likes you?’
‘Mm hmm…’
I started to do more than kissing. I started sucking her neck. She slapped me across the cheek.
‘Fuck off, I know what you’re doing.’
I immediately pulled away, and rose up on my knees.
‘Suck me off.’
‘Fuck off,’ she said.
‘Suck me off now.’
She rolled her eyes, but she began to get into position. But I had another idea.
‘Wait. Put your heels on for me. And re-do your lipstick.’
She had arrived wearing a little red lipstick, and red heels, black skin tight jeans, and a business blouse. When I told her now to put the heels and lipstick on she was clearly pretty keen. She did them as fast as she could and got back on her hands and knees on the bed, facing me.
I held her in place with one hand on the back of her head and the other on her cheek/neck, and slowly parted her lips with my cock. With each slow thrust I put a little more into her mouth. When she was near the base – as far down as she could go – I told her what to do.
‘Suction. Do it properly.’
She tightened the grip of her lips, but she soon started to gag, and I pulled out. I gave her a brief break and then did the same thing again. I kept doing it until there was a red ring of lipstick at almost the base of my cock. Then I picked up the pace, thrusting faster but not as deep, just deep enough to where could use her mouth but knew she wouldn’t gag.
‘You’re going to be thinking about this later,’ I said, ‘when you re-apply your lipstick or shift uncomfortably in your heels.’ To this she moaned, and started to rub her clit when she could balance on one arm.
I usually take a long time, if at all, to cum from a blowjob. But not this time. I soon came and I came very hard, holding her in place as I emptied. She collapsed forward, gasping, and continuing to play with herself. I collapsed on my back next to her.
‘What time did you say you had to be there?’ I asked.
‘Why, what time is it?’
‘It’s 6:15.’
‘Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!’ She sprung up, grabbing her clothes and handbag and heading to my bathroom.
‘Are you saying you’re not going to have time to finish that last one?’
She didn’t answer. I heard her washing her face, then about 5-10 minutes of applying make-up. I heard her pull her clothes on and put her heels back on.
The bathroom door flung open and she walked as fast as she could to the front door.
‘Text me when you’re done!’ I called out. She didn’t answer. But she did text me later that night. I had actually already fallen asleep. We got together again that Saturday afternoon.
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