I felt her hard, thick cock against my thigh as we made out before she told me she had one. I put my hand on it, just to be sure I was feeling what I was feeling and she pulled back.
“I hope my penis won’t be a problem.” she said, eyes holding mine, a flicker of concern darting across them.
We had just met, Sara and I. She had taken a seat next to me at the bar I frequented. We exchanged small talk about our day, the neighborhood, and our favorite beers. She bought one for me. I got the next round, and when I went outside to smoke, she asked if she could bum one.
“Sure.” I said, pulling my long hair up into a bun on the top of my head before sliding off the bar stool.
She walked closely behind me, the heat of her palpable, and my nipples stiffened chills running down my arms as we made our way to the back door. She wasn’t my type. I wasn’t into ultra-femmes, but there was something about how she held herself, about the space she unapologetically took up that drew me to her.
We exchanged shy glances as we smoked. It was as if the sharp contrast of the quiet outdoors compared with the loudness of the bar made us forget our words.
Sara finished her cigarette first and tossed the butt in the trashcan. I wanted her, and figured now was my chance. I took one more drag, exhaled, and tossed the rest.
I went for her hand and pulled her to me. She grinned as I pressed my mouth to hers.
“I had been waiting for that.” she whispered, and kissed me back.
She was delicious. I ran my tongue over her top lip then traced her bottom one. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck then slid my palm over her shoulder, down her arm and over to the curve of her waist.
So yeah, I wasn’t expecting an erection, but there I was with this beautiful woman, her petite breasts pressed against my larger ones, and my hand on her cock.
“No, it’s not a problem.” I replied. “I was just surprised is all. I go all the ways, so yeah, a penis is just a different kind of fun.”
“I seriously understand if you aren’t into it.” she didn’t seem convinced.
“I seriously want you inside of me. I love humans, and you’re a human so c’mere.”
Her relief and eagerness were expressed by holding me tightly, gripping my waist and ribs, kissing me hard. I returned her forcefulness feeling myself relax into her, the muscles of my belly unclenching. My clit hardened, and I noticed the barely perceptible sensation of my pussy lips swelling.
Sara pressed her hips to my palm and I rubbed harder, faintly feeling her balls against my fingertips.
“You’re making me wet.” she whispered.
I laughed, “I’ve been wet!”
Since talking at the bar I’d been feeling the warm stickiness between my legs, the desire I had for her prickling under my skin.
“I want you to feed this to me.” I said giving her cock a squeeze. “I live down the street. Come over?”
She agreed and I laced my fingers with hers as we went back into the bar to settle up then walked three blocks and up two flights of stairs to my studio.
I got her out of her jeans as soon as we arrived revealing her hot pink pair of briefs that made me giggle.
“What? My underwear?” she asked while shimmying out of them. “I try to find the most ridiculous colors.”
“Sorry to disappoint. It’s all basic black for me.” I replied while stroking the impossibly soft skin of her cock.
Sara shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I just want what’s in your underwear.”
“Later.” I said and kneeled, watching her wrap her hand around the base of her cock.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, catching the head as she rubbed it back and forth against me. I tasted her salty pre-cum, and smelled the yeasty scent of her skin. It reminded me of freshly baked bread.
I wrapped my lips around her shaft as she thrust into my mouth. I got her all slick with my spit and she stroked herself while I sucked. I teased the head with my tongue tip, swirling around it in circles before flicking the underside of it.
Her breath deepened and my pussy got wetter. Sucking cock turned me on so much that it was foreplay for me while getting my partner off.
Sara pushed herself farther into my mouth. “Is that ok?” she asked.
I nodded and took her deeper until she tapped the back of my throat. I took a little more, hearing her whisper, “Wow.” I held her there, stroking her with the flat of my tongue before letting go and sliding my lips to her tip.
She slid her hand up and down her shaft while I worked her with my mouth, my lips meeting her fingers. “I’m going to come.” she said, and I looked up at her, mouth full of cock and nodded.
“You want to swallow, or…?” she trailed off.
I nodded again, and closed my eyes waiting for her warm liquid to spread across my tongue.
When it did, I kept at her until I felt she was empty, then carefully slid her out of my mouth, and swallowed while looking into her eyes.
“That was hot as fuck.” she said, running her thumb across my lips.
I licked the last little bit of cum off of her and stood. She pulled me to the couch and took off my jeans. I pulled off my shirt, and hers, then unclasped her bra watching her breasts bounce into place, then gathered them up in my hands, before stepping back to marvel at her.
“I just want to take you in for a sec.” I slid my hands down her torso, drinking in the sight of her strong shoulders, hard pink nipples, soft belly and her cock leaking the remnants of her orgasm. “And then I’d like you eat my pussy.”
Sara got on her knees, as I plopped onto the couch, and grabbed my hips pulling me towards her as I spread my legs and propped them on her shoulders.
I melted the instant I felt the heat of her tongue against me. I love, and I mean motherfucking love having my pussy eaten. Sometimes I come harder with someone’s face in my lady parts than with a cock inside of me.
I closed my legs a little as the sensations got stronger. She lapped at my clit, giving the left side of it attention before moving to the right. I rubbed myself against her, feeling how wet I was, how well I slid over her lips.
She watched me through mascaraed lashes for a moment, the said “I like the way you taste.”
“I like the way you lick.” I replied.
I got off on being watched while be eaten, or while having a cock in my mouth, or getting fucked from behind. Those were my favorites. To be observed while receiving pleasure was a brain orgasm all by itself.
I came as I kept my eyes on her letting her see me with my loud cacophony of contractions, my voice elevating an octave, eyes squeezing shut as the sensations took over.
I felt her grip on my thighs tighten. She didn’t let up until I had quieted. When I did, I ran my fingers through her hair while she kissed my inner thighs. She playfully licked my clit, climbed on top of me, stretching me open with her hard cock and said, “I wanna hear that again.”
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