We met on a dazzling spring day. The kind of day where every square inch of green space had been occupied by Londoners, starved of sunshine after a long drab winter.
I had taken the day off studying to waltz around the British Museum. As I queued for a coffee, I admired the dappled sunlight which bloomed through the great hall’s ceiling, illuminating and highlighting the beauty found in ancient marble.
The serenity of the moment was shattered by a bundle of kinetic energy slamming into the back of me. Turning round, I saw a panicked and bedraggled woman. Classic tourists, I muttered to myself, before I felt a warm wet sensation seeping through my shirt. She’s bloody well spilt her coffee on me. Fucking tourists.
But my feelings swiftly changed when the aforementioned bundle began to compose herself. Raven-dark shoulder length hair, tousled from travel. Soft, sunwarmed skin, tanned a tawny bronze. A tartan pattern skirt tried, but failed, to hide the sumptuous curves of her hips. A skin tight, long sleeved black top betrayed the lack of a bra, and erect nipples poked through her top, perched (I imagined) on two pert, perfect breasts.
“Oh my god,” She blurted in, I presumed, an American accent “I am so sorry.”
As she babbled through a number of apologies, my earlier for derision for tourists vanished; replaced by a deep longing to embrace our colonial cousins. I mumbled the standard English platitudes – “Oh, don’t worry about it”, “It’s nothing really”, “No trouble at all”, unconsciously emphasising the posher aspects of my home counties accent.
She insisted on buying me a coffee to make up for it, and I joked how I might get PTSD from the sound of an espresso being poured. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. We talked about the museum, and how she was visiting from Canada (of course, not American like I had presumed), travelling around Europe for a couple of months. A few corny jokes about maple syrup, mooses (or is that meese) and ice hockey later, and I was hooked.
I offered to show her round a few parts of the museum, and it turned out that we were natural friends, laughing at thousand year old statues and flirting near Aphroditic breasts and cherubic cocks. At lunch, I took her to a bookshop-cum-cafe, where we bonded over a love of literature. We had become inseparable.
We first kissed in the late afternoon. The taste of the gin and tonic lingered on her sweet lips. The balmy day cooling to a crisp evening, which we spent drinking and nibbling in a little pub. Our hands clasped, we gazed deep into the other’s eyes, drunk on lust. Her foot lazily grazed up and down my leg as laughter led to deeper conversations about love, and of course, sex. She had a daddy kink, she told me. She was submissive, she hinted. She hadn’t been fucked in a while, she stated, bluntly, looking directly at me. I knew what was coming next.
Passion overtook us as we stumbled through my doorway, lips locked, hands feeling, grabbing and squeezing each other. Clothes were frantically discarded. My kisses worked their way down – past her sweetly perfumed neck – past her dark nipples, poised to be nibbled – past the grooves of her hips, which pointed their way down to her perfect pussy.
I hoisted her against the wall as I knelt, supporting her wonderful thighs with my strong hands as my tongue teased her gorgeous labia. She tasted a perfect balance of salty, sweet and sour from a day of unexpected passion. I kissed and sucked her throbbing clitoris as waves of pleasure overtook her again and again Deep, orgasmic moans purred from within her as my tongue flicked rapidly over her pussy.
After an eternity of drinking from her sexual well, I delicately slid from underneath her, leaving her wobbly legged. My cock was long, thick and demanding attention. Uncut and glistening with precum, it begged to be sucked on.
“Are you going to return the favour?” I asked playfully.
Sensing a shift in the sexual mood, she paused, before slowly folding her arms and pushing her tits out in front of her.
“Make me.” She trilled in a sing song voice, before biting her lips and batting her eyelashes at me.
My eyes widened – the hunt was on. I grabbed one of her arms and spun her around, exposing her perfectly rounded ass. She struggled slightly against me, so I drew her in closer to me, pinning her body against mine as grabbed her bottom forcefully.
“Maybe I should have said – you *are* going to return the favour.” I growled into her ear, before I kissed her neck and delivered a sharp, singular spank.
“Nuh uh” she spat through a wicked smile.
She gasped as I grabbed her throat and bent her over, pushing her soft ass into my stiff cock. She squealed as I swiftly delivered a series of hard slaps to her ass cheeks, causing a pinkish red to glow through the pale brown skin.
I pushed the little brat down to the floor, and she went to her knees knowing what was coming next.
“I told you. Suck. My. Cock.”
Her impish grin gave way to her little pink tongue poking out from between those plump limps. As if she were eating an ice lolly on a hot day, she covered my pulsating shaft with small, deliberate licks. It drove me mad.
“Is this right, daddy?” She asked, looking up at me with those deep brown doe eyes, licking and kissing the tip of my head. “Am I sucking your cock right?” She smirked, knowing she was pushing my buttons.
I groaned with frustrated pleasure. Whilst it felt amazing, I needed to have my whole cock shoved deep within her throat. Eventually, I couldn’t take her teasing tongue any more.
I grabbed her hair in two fistfuls, and she knew exactly what this meant. Her slutty mouth opened wide, whilst her tongue, slathered with saliva eagerly anticipated my cock. I shoved it deep and, overwhelmed by the sensation of her warm, tight mouth, fucked her face as she gagged and spluttered on my cock. I told her she was a good girl and asked if she was ok, which she confirmed with a firm two thumbs up.
She then took over, pushing her face into my crotch and taking my cock deep into her throat as I continued to tug on two fistfuls of tangled black hair. Each time she paused for air, she would ask if I liked her slutty mouth, or if she was daddy’s good little cocksucker. Each time I would tell her she was a filthy little slut and to get back to work. As she sucked my balls, I could see one of her hands move towards a pert little tit to caress, pinch and squeeze her nipple, whilst the other moved further south to grind against her clit. She had her next orgasm as my cock quivered down her throat, her eyes bulged and her pupils dilated with sheer ecstacy.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and in a fluid movement I bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her long hair tumbled to the floor as she giggled and mock-protested at my Neanderthalic behaviour. As I carried her to my bedroom, I spanked, bit and squeezed her glorious bottom, which caused her to whelp and moan loudly.
I threw her onto my bed and immediately dived in after, and for a while it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. We rolled around the bed, kissing, biting and teasing each other until eventually we ended up in the missionary position, my cock entering into her perfect pussy with ease and one hand pressed against her throat.
Urgently, frantically, I pumped my cock into her again and again as she kissed me and raked my back with her nails. She was so wet that our moans could barely hide the slopping, sloshing sounds of my cock fucking her sopping wet pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as waves of orgasms turned to floods.
She had told me earlier she was a bit of a gymnast, and now she seemed keen to demonstrate what that meant. Placing her hands on her ankles, she contorted herself (whilst I continued to fuck her) so that eventually her feet were behind her head. At this point we were nearly eye to eye. The sensation of her pussy tightened as I plunged ever deeper inside her. I could tell she was also feeling the intensity of the situation as her moans changed into shallow, cute little gasps which culminated in a long deep sigh of “fuuuuck”. I stopped thrusting to let her enjoy the orgasm, and, as she clasped her hands over my back, drawing me closer yet, we kissed again, passionately sucking on each others’ tongues.
Sensing that we were in the end game, I withdrew from her, let her unfold herself, and flipped her round. Instinctively, she got onto all fours and wiggled her bratty butt at me. “Are you going to fuck me, daddy?” She purred. Spanking her yet again, I told her that she was Daddy’s good little slut, and plunged myself into her yet again. Doggy was clearly her favourite, and she threw herself back into each and every thrust, pushing me deeper and deeper into her whilst my balls slapped against her clit.
I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. One hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards me, so I could just about see her slutty face gasping and groaning as I fucked her. The other hand was reserved for smacking her round ass as it jiggled and slammed against me. I told her I was going to cum, and in response, she panted “cum for me, daddy” over and over again until I erupted deep inside her.
She collapsed under me, and, with my cock still pulsating inside her pussy, I fell on top of her. The sweet smell of her perfume mingled with the heavy scent of her sweaty, sex-made musk. We stayed there like that for a while, gasping for breath as we told each other how incredible the sex was. The last thing I remember was rolling off of her, my cock plopping out of her pussy along with what seemed like a huge amount of cum, and pulling her in tight to my big spoon.
We woke up the next day in that same position, having cuddled the whole night though. Rosy dawn was breaking on another glorious spring day in London. Groggily, she turned to me, gave me a long kiss and said “Can you take me to another museum today?”
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Hope you liked that! It was written for a very sexy redditor, who I hope cums again and again to my stories.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uq4mip/museum_meetcute_turns_to_rough_fucking_mf
A great story, well written as usual
My ideal scenario. Hits all the buttons.