I had met this particular fuckbuddy – let’s call her Ffion – at a Christmas burlesque show when I was in my late 20s. She was a decade older than me, worked a high-powered job, did a load of charitable work (for which she’d later be honoured with a BEM), and was a fine figure of voluptuous gorgeousness that was set off by her dark hair, full lips, and exquisite taste in shoes.
Let’s fast forward to a random January day. Ffion invited herself over for lunch. I took that literally and was ready to cook something or go out somewhere. But I would soon discover that Ffion had other plans.
She rang the doorbell, and I greeted her with a passionate kiss. In one movement she stepped around the door and pushed it shut behind her, dropping to her knees as she somehow worked within the width of the door I’d been holding open a moment earlier. She unzipped my flies and pulled my cock out, which had been gently hardening from the kiss. It was obvious what Ffion wanted for starters. Seconds after she’d entered my house, those beautiful full red lips were wrapped around the tip of my cock. I let out an involuntary moan at the unexpected pleasure, which only encouraged Ffion.
This was not a slow teasy blowjob. This was a statement of intent. And Ffion’s intent was pushing me rapidly towards the edge. I think the most coherent thing that I said was, “That feels so good.” Feeling was all I could do. She was bobbing her head at the rate of a good pounding. Her tongue felt incredible on the underside of my cock. Her lips wrapped around it, rhythmically sucking. Fuck, this woman was good at blowjobs.
I could only enjoy this for so long. I managed to fight through the feeling to construct a sentence again, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” This was met by a moan that reverberated around my cock and Ffion slightly picking up the pace. I wasn’t going to have any choice in this. My whole body felt overcome with a powerful orgasm as I blasted my cum down her throat. She swallowed it all, and kept sucking until she had got every last drop of cum out of my slowly deflating cock, licking the tip clean.
I was still half-processing what had just happened as she tucked my cock back away and returned my flies to position. I helped her up and kissed her passionately again. And then I made her a cup of tea.
The afternoon did not involve anything resembling lunch. Ffion was in control. She showed me some things she had planned for burlesque routines, including pulling out a sort of riding crop with an oversized flower on the tip. She handed it to me and asked me to test it out, leaning over the kitchen worktop as she did so, putting down her cup of tea. I took the hint and lifted the skirt of her dress into the small of her back, and lowered her tights and knickers to her knees.
My first strike did not satisfy her. “You know you can do that harder,” said Ffion, wiggling her shapely bottom. A dozen or so full-force strokes later, I decided to run my hands over her nicely warmed bottom. I added a couple of handspanks, before resting my thumb on her tight butthole as my fingers explored her pussy, which was absolutely soaking wet.
She arched her back to help me find her clit, sticking out her now very pink and gently striped bottom. Her gentle swaying and affirmative noises helped me find a rhythm. It was a rhythm I recognised from her blowjob. She lasted about as long as I had. Her thighs tensed and trembled as she came on my fingers. I licked them clean. “Yummy,” I declared. “Let me taste, ” Ffion said, returning my hand to her pussy momentarily, before spinning round and returning to her knees, sucking each of my fingers as if it were a mini-cock.
Ffion adjusted her clothing, put the crop away with a comment on how good it was, and went for a post-orgasmic wee. (This is probably a good moment to interject the hilarious thing that followed the next day: Ffion feigned being cross with me for marking her arse so much that her burlesque friends noticed the marks. Thinking about it, she was so totally in control of how hard we played, and I think she actually quite got off on the embarrassment factor of obvious evidence of her having a good sex life. Anyway, back to the story…)
When Ffion returned, she batted away my repeated offer of actual lunch with some remark about how she was already having what she wanted. So she started readying me for round two. Once more she dropped to her knees in front of me, but this time she unbuttoned my trousers completely and pulled them on my boxers down to my knees completely.
Whereas Ffion’s first blowjob had been about making me come, round two was slow and teasy. Those full lips planted kisses along my thighs as my semi-hard, still recovering cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. She lazily stroked my cock as she kissed and licked at my balls, eliciting moans from me as she held me in place. She gave my cock a final slurp before uttering two words. “Turn around.”
She had me so under her control that I was in a complete daze as I turned, not knowing what was coming next as she pushed on my back to get me to bend over the worktop. I wasn’t left guessing for long. I felt a hand on each arse-cheek spreading me open, then I let out a huge moan as her tongue made contact with my hole and instantly began to rim me enthusiastically. She pulled back. “Do you like that?” she asked teasingly. I managed some incoherent answer in the affirmative, which was met with Ffion’s “Good, because your arse is mine.” And then she started rimming me with the same intense rhythm that had characterised her earlier blowjob.
I don’t know how long I was moaning for on the tip of my fuckbuddy’s talented tongue. She was just focussed on keeping me on a sexual plateau. Eventually she turned me round and sucked me until I felt ready to fuck. Then she dropped her bombshell: “I don’t think we have time. I’ve got to leave in five minutes to drive to the [name of charity] board meeting.”
There was no way I was being teased like that, and Ffion knew it. I turned her around and bent her back over where I’d used the crop on her earlier, dress back in the small of her back, tights and knickers lowered once more to her knees. I pushed straight into her more-than-ready pussy. There was an urgency to this fuck. Ffion emphasised what this was about again, telling me to fuck her harder. I knew what she meant: I fucked her pussy with the rhythm she’d been channelling all lunchtime. This wasn’t a time for my normal gentle fuck where we focussed on getting the other one off: she wanted me to fuck her to get myself off. She wanted me to use her, just as she’d planned.
She uttered the words that are designed to push any man over the edge: “Cum inside me.” I didn’t need to be told twice. One last thrust deep into her pussy, and I fired the second load of a well-spent lunchtime into her.
But I knew Ffion did actually have to go. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her pussy, admiring the creampie I had just given her momentarily as I pulled her knickers and tights back up. She was now in a hurry. One last passionate kiss goodbye was all the aftercare we had time for, and then she was off to her charity board meeting.
She texted me during her meeting: “I feel like such a slut. I’m literally sitting here in a puddle of cum.” The only rejoinder I had was “I hope your arse doesn’t feel too left out.” But that was for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tsk0zp/a_long_lunch_mf