sex in the high tides (pt 1) [fm]

First time poster, been a fan of reading others’ stories. SO…where do I start? Well, I guess I can begin by telling you all of my time with…I’ll call him Clint, for his love for the famous avenging archer–yeah, we found this out early on in our brief affair.

So, I met Clint at work–he worked in a different department than I was and let me tell ya–he had piercings that drove me nuts every time I saw them. His left nipple–pierced. Piercings on his glorious, circumcised cock? Yes please. Let me tell ya, he was perfect. Now, you’re wondering about myself, loves. 5’2″, 128lbs, half Asian and white, in my early 30s. I hardly look my age and I don’t look Asian, but I can assure you all that I am. If you’re curious of my measurements…well, let’s just say that my tits are 34C, so nice for a perfect handful. And, as for the rest of my body type, let’s call it athletic and boyish…but after having a kid four years ago, I do have the curves in the right places without it being too much. Anyhoo, enough about me: more of Clint to paint to you lovely folks: Clint stands at…5’6″, athletic built (not like super buff, but just enough to handle himself at work), in his mid 30s (not much older than me, but does age really matter here?), and his cock size is thick width wise and about 7″ long…so perfect specimen for my hungry and dripping wet cunt.

So, we’ve known each other for a long while when we decided to take a chance. You see, in our line of work, it’s hard to try and meet up without catching someone’s attention. Then again, that’s the line of work we both signed up for years ago when we took the oath. Also, he was in a higher position than I am, so as far as troubles would have gone, it would have been pretty bad for both him and myself if we had ever gotten caught. Then again…that was the AIM of half of our encounters–the thrill and the adrenaline of getting caught while in the throes of sex.

So…one of the numerous encounters that I wish to recall for my telling to you loves is one that started it all. So, Clint and I had been dancing back and forth with a fire that was starting to burn bright–guess you can say that the chemistry between the two of us was there; we clicked in similar hobbies and interests, our love for all geeky things and whatnot, and Mario Kart and trying to outdo the other person. Our first kiss–electrifying and very hot…one could say that that kiss was the moment that I knew that my soul met it’s match in another’s–yeah, you can call it cliché, but no–we’re not soulmates, but just our souls just…anyway, back to the tale that I wish to enthrall your senses in a good wicked way.

So, leading up to our first risky encounter where we could be seen in public, we had been sticking with second or third base, keeping it simple and very brief at night when we were graced by the cover of night and clouds to confuse wondering eyes from seeking out our little rendezvous at nights where the work done that day was finished and everyone was off to bed. On those nights, my skills of giving a blowjob were put to the test…and let’s just say that Clint’s cock was a challenge and it was one that I was ok to wave the white flag of defeat–and Clint was more than happy to hear my gag and choke on his cock every time I go down on him, especially if he had his Jacob’s ladder piercings on. My, the piercings made it all the more worth while when I had gone down on him–course, it’d hit my gag reflex, but I didn’t care so long as I was able to fit his velvety soft, yet hard as a rock cock into my mouth and lick at the underside of the mushroom tip–so yummy, and tasty.

One night, just after work and a nice hot shower from a long drag of a day hard at work, we go at it as always; getting right down to business with a heavy makeout session and heavy petting through our pj pants, making me all drenched within seconds–god, even thinking of it is enough to get my panties all wet and heavy with my arousal with the memories of my time with Clint. Keep in mind, we’re under the heavy cover of night and the moon is hidden by the amount of clouds out that night. I get on my knees to give his cock a nice and long making out with my lips, tongue and mouth, sheathing it in a warm and moist cavern that is my mouth. Let’s just say that, in the heat of the moment, I was dying to feel Clint inside of me…to see if the stories of what he’s done to his previous partners were as true as he made it out to be.

I tell Clint of this and he’s more than eager to see for himself if my cunt was as tight as he thought it to be. Keep in mind, I just gave birth to my child months prior and that I only had one partner in about 3 years at that point; so I wasn’t on birth control and I was afraid to get pregnant so soon after giving birth 7 months prior to that moment. Even as my mind was getting hectic with the possibility of my getting filled with another life brewing inside of my womb, Clint reassured me that he couldn’t get me pregnant, with the likelihood of his cum is filled with unfertilized sperm…in other words, for those that are lost, he was sterile by vasectomy…and he had been sterile for several years. With that knowledge in mind, my mind became hazy due to the lust filled sex drive that was hitting big time and allowed me to be like a bitch in heat.

Once Clint bottomed out inside, oh…my…god…it was HEAVEN! I literally blank out of any thoughts as I’m getting fucked within an inch of my life…it’s really THAT good of a fuck…and I’m not sure how much more I can explain to you all in the little words that I can describe.

((Keep in mind, I had changed a few things for the safety of Clint’s identity and skim over details because of the job that we both do))

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