If you’ve read a couple of my past stories, you know that Amanda and I had incredible sexual chemistry. We could have been five minutes or five hours apart and the primary thing on our mind was likely getting each other off. Throughout our years at different colleges, we jumped on each other every opportunity we got, learning everything about each other’s bodies; what buttons to press, what phrases to say to each other, positions that could make the other cum within seconds. To this day, she remains the filthiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with. An innocent coffee date would start with her sliding me her phone, giving me complete control over the vibrator inside her under her sundress. A night at the bar could have me giving her a facial in the bathroom before we went back to the bar for another round of tequila shots. Even when I was at school studying late in the library, I’d get an iCloud upload of her using her vibrator with a butt plug in, speaking vile sentences about what our next meetup would entail.
Years of memories finally culminated in this story, the last time Amanda and I would get together. She facetimed me one night and told me she had recently met a guy online who was seemingly everything she was looking for. They had gone on a handful of dates, and while they hadn’t made it exclusive yet, she told me she was anticipating it would happen sooner rather than later. While I could see the light at the end of the tunnel of whatever our run was, I was truly happy for her and told her as much. I also managed to slip in a comment about how it’s a shame we didn’t know the last time we fucked would be THE last time. Immediately, she had that spark in her eye and said “well… we aren’t exclusive yet, and he and I have semi-transparency where I know he had seen another girl not too long ago.”
This immediately make my cock twitch and I responded “so you’re telling me that the door may still be open for one last go? A time when we can make the absolute best of it, knowing it may not EVER happen again?” Her response to this was movement on her screen as she pulled down her shorts revealing her freshly shaved pussy, telling me “better be soon, I would hate for you to miss this opportunity” before proceeding to finger fuck herself for me.
After watching each other get off, we put together a quick plan. I had already graduated and moved back home, about 45 minutes from where she was going to school. Her lone roommate was leaving the upcoming Thursday afternoon for a trip with family, leaving the apartment open with no possibility for interruption. I told her I would be there as her roommate walked out and she smiled, saying she would have everything prepared and ended the call.
Thursday afternoon, Amanda was waiting in her apartment lobby for me, looking fine as hell in joggers and a pullover. She grabbed me by the hand, pulled me into the elevator, and kissed me hard as the doors closed, her hand instinctively reaching for the outline of my dick in my pants. We got to her apartment, I walked to the couch to set down my bag, and looked around. There was lube on the side table next to an assortment of toys: dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, cock rings that vibrated, hand cuffs and blind folds, nipple clamps, the entire works. I turned around to her stripping off her clothes, revealing a brand-new set of lingerie. The white set, contrasting incredibly against her dark skin, left very little to the imagination. It was near see-through, off the shoulder with little holes in the cups that her already hard nipples stuck through, using less material as my eyes scanned down her body. The bottom half was like fishnet stockings that were topped off with a g-string that Amanda’s wonderful ass swallowed up.
We wasted no time pouncing on each other, immediately backing her against a wall. The second our lips connected, she let out a long sigh that ended on a higher note as I cupped her ass with my hands. She draped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I pulled her up onto me. I set her on the counter and traced her entire lingerie set with my mouth, her hands in my hair the entire time. I loved it and didn’t want her to take it off quite yet, so I dropped to my knees and pulled aside the fabric covering her pussy, desperate to taste her sweet juices. I sucked on her clit and held her ass as I Amanda’s moans bounced off the walls. Soon, much sooner than I liked, she pulled my head up and pushed me back from the counter. She hopped down, immediately dropping to her knees and pulled my dick out in one well-practiced motion. She looked up into my eyes and, rubbing my dick against her cheek, told me “there are no limits this weekend. Anything you want, any time you want, any hole you want, it’s all yours for the taking Daddy. I’m completely yours.” She followed those beautiful words by wrapping her plump lips around my head and taking my cock down her throat.
After face fucking Amanda, I carried her to the living room. As I bent her over the arm of the couch, she reached for a handful of toys, handing me a bottle of lube and a butt plug as she grabbed her favorite vibrator. I moved her g-string to the side, squirting a healthy amount of lube onto my hand as I took in the view. I squatted down and licked her asshole, sending a shiver down her back. I ate her ass as I stroked myself, applying the lube to my dick which ached to be inside her. While I was tongue deep in her asshole, I heard the vibrator turn on and could feel the vibrations in my mouth as she pressed it to her clit, moaning loudly and sending waves through her entire body. When I came up for air, she begged me to fuck her, practically gasping the words out. I lined up my well lubed cock with her pussy and slowly moved into her as the butt plug did the same. This let out a primal groan from Amanda, beyond content with her fullness, followed by the dirty talk she was so good at.
Over the next four days, Amanda lived up the promise she made on her knees in the kitchen. We had agreed on a safeword years ago and neither ever gave the slightest indication we wanted to use it. The only time we weren’t fucking was when we slept (although we’d fuck multiple times a night, taking turns waking up to oral or to her dripping pussy welcoming my cock) or when we ate (although I’d bend her over the counter as the water boiled). I came in each her mouth, pussy, and ass multiple times, covered her ass, tits, and face with ropes on several occasions, Amanda always cleaning up the mess with her fingers and her tongue. We fucked each other hard, with spanking, choking, tying each other up, and filthy conversations. We fucked each other soft, limbs wrapped together, her slowly riding me, hands intertwined, tongues in each other’s mouths. And we fucked casually, with her riding me reverse cowgirl on the couch as we carried on a conversation or watched a movie.
The weekend came to an end with one of the slow fucks, Amanda in my lap slowly riding my cock. Although we fucked every which way, nothing made her cum harder than us slowly fucking, feeling every singe inch move inside her. As her orgasm came to a climax, she kissed me hard, her body spasming around me, her pussy clamping down and milking my cock, causing me to fill her with cum. Despite the sex being over, she didn’t get off, her hips rocking back and forth, moaning as my semi-hard cock slid in and out of her, cum leaking onto us. Finally, she looked at me, smiled, and with a deep kiss, kicked me out of her apartment.
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