Finally Fucking P.1

I leaned over the bar as I played with the olive in my martini feeling a mixture of anxiety, lust, and excitement. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me. My panties were soaking in anticipation. If I got any wetter I would slip off this leather bar chair.

We had planned this for almost as long as we had been sexting. We lived on opposite ends of the country, the distance wasn’t enough to disrupt the chemical connection between us. Vibrators and facetime were no longer enough. We needed to see each other. He longed to eat me out and I wanted nothing more than to sit on his face for hours.

We decided to meet in Colorado, our halfway point. I spent hours looking for the perfect hotel. It needed mirrors, lots of mirrors, a large bathtub, a balcony, and a spa with a sauna. It was expensive, yes, but if we were going to fuck our brains out, we were gonna do it the right way. This is why I also treated myself to a Brazilian wax and a pedicure. I was well aware of his foot fetish and I wanted to please him. I wanted my toes to look extra pretty as he sucked on them while touching himself.

My suitcase consisted only of toys, lube, lingerie, and this sexy dress I’m wearing at this bar.

He walks into the bar looking fine as fuck, our eyes lock, he smirks, as he walks towards me he rolls up the sleeves of his white button-up, he’s getting ready to devour me. I feel a drop of lust fall from my cunt onto the puddle on my panties. I don’t remember ever telling him that I find men who wear watches attractive, so I am surprised and very much turned on when I see the large watch on his left hand. There’s a wedding ring too.

I wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t in an open relationship. I love having sex with men that make my pussy wet with the sound of their voice, but my desire to fuck them will always succumb to my feminism. Men have hurt women enough, I am not going to be a tool a husband uses to hurt his wife. I do wonder if he’s lying about the open relationship. To be honest, I don’t care. I believe him, which absolves me of the sin while letting me rejoice in the pleasure. I bit my lip unable to control my need to be pounded and choked by this man walking towards me.

Except he didn’t.

He sat on the other side of the bar, got himself a bourbon on the rocks. He took two sips before he turned to notice me. He smirked, took a third sip and stood up.

“Now what is a sexy lady like yourself doing drinking alone?” His voice is even deeper and sexier in person. He was pretending to pick me up at a bar.

“Shopping.” I smirk, I couldn’t believe this human I had never met in person but knew so intimately was finally standing in front of me.

We make eye contact, we can finish our drinks while making sexy conversation, or we can go eat each other out in our hotel room.

Before I know it, he is pressing me up against the elevator doors and kissing my neck while holding a strong grip on my ass and grinding agaisnt me.

“God, I’ve been looking forward to this baby girl” He says in between moans.

The puddle in my panties turned into an ocean. I needed this man inside of me right fucking now. I needed his hands all over my body, on my throat, my ass, my breast, my feet, I needed his fingers dancing deep inside of me.

We ran down the hallway and into our room. “You look so fucking sexy” He says as I sit him down on the bed, I stand in between his legs, my breast in front of his face.

I pick his chin up and force him to look up at me, “When this weekend is over, I want hickies, bite marks, bruises, hand marks, all over me. I want to see them in the mirror and get turned on by the memory of when you gave them to me.”

“As you wish” He says, grabbing my ass and pulling me towards him. He kisses my breasts. I startle him and slowly sit on his thighs. He alternates between kissing my face and kissing my breasts. His hands reach behind me, asking for permission to take my dress off. At the same time my fingers begin unbuttoning his shirt to expose that sexy chest hair.

The dress comes off, he expected to see a bra but instead got pleasantly pleased when he was met with my large tits slapping his face after he jerked the dress off.

“Hooolyyy shiiit” He moaned as he licked and kissed my niples, I began grinding on him as he kissed my boobs, he intensified the motion by putting his hands on my waist and thrusting me towards him. We had dreamt and fantasies and lusted about this moment for months, it couldn’t have been any more delicious.

“I can’t wait to have you inside of me” I whisper in his ear as we grind, “I can’t wait to take what’s mine.”

“All in good time baby girl” He responds hoarsely.

I point at the desk chair on the back corner of the room,

“Go.” I order, “sit” I tell him.

He obeys me, takes off his pants as he walks towards the chair, showing me his sexy hairy ass.

He sits on the chair and crosses his ankle over his knee, letting his balls dangle, his dick hard and tall. He bites his lip as he sees me take my soaked panties off.

“Rule number one. You can’t start touching yourself until I give you permission, and you can’t come join me on the bed until I tell you to do so, understood?” I say as I reach into the blankets and take out my vibrator.

He nods with a lustful lip bite.

I turn my vibrator on and start showing him how I want him to touch me. I pour lube on myself and massage my torso, my titts, and my thighs, I reach my vulva and allow my fingers to dance in my creamy juices. My fingers waltz around my labia until they find the entrance to my locus.

I gasp, he drools, “You can touch yourself now,” I tell him, his hand immediately reaches for his large cock, a loud moan escapes from his lips. Oh, how I love torturing him.

I reach for my vibrator and start pleasuring myself to the sight of him stroking himself in front of me. My vaginal wall throbbed, thirsty and hungry for his large cock. Fuck, my attempt to torture him ended up in me tortuting myself, I wanted to scream at him to come pound me.

He moans, “Don’t torture your daddy this long” His voice, deep and frim, makes my bones melt.

I use my index finger signaling him to come over, he runs to me like a lion after his lioness.

“ You are going to pay for that, mami” he tells me before kissing me passionately. He has never touched my body, but he knew it better than anyone, he was like an explorer who carefully studied the map before sailing into the sea in search of a treasure. His middle and ring finger found my X immediately, but he chose to take his time before digging out his treasure.

I had the wildest combustion of a vagina clitoral orgasm. My vagina clenched tightly and then exploded into a firework of energy and pleasure that went on for what felt like an eternity. The rest of my life melted away. Nothing existed anymore. No work. No wars. Not pain. Nothing else in the entire universe existed. Just my orgasms and him.

“You look like a goddess when you cum” He whispers

If I am the goddess then why do I have this urging need to get on my knees to worship him?

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