I hadn’t been to your house yet since we’d started dating about a week ago and I was interested to see your place. After standing in the kitchen and trying to decide what to do for the evening we settled on staying in and watching a movie. We both knew from the beginning of this date that we both really wanted the same thing out of tonight. You wanted my body as badly as I wanted yours.
“Let’s watch it in the bedroom so we can really get comfy.” You insist. I don’t show any objection and follow you into your room. The walls are a gentle purple and your bed is as neatly made as I’d imagine someone as tidy as you would keep it. What does catch me off guard is the pole mounted floor to ceiling near the corner. I keep looking at it as you crawl onto your bed and I lay next to you. I barely have time for my back to touch your sheets before you’ve already rolled on top of me, passionately making out. Your breathing is heavy as you press your body down onto mine.
“No beating around the bush, huh?” I joke between our sloppy kissing.
“No, I don’t have a bush to beat around anyway,” you respond. “Want me dance for you?” You run a finger down my cheek as you ask.
“I don’t have any one’s,” I tease. You roll off of me and get on the floor before grabbing my bulge.
“I’m sure there’s some other way you can pay me back.” You sweetly say. You start playing music from your phone over a speaker and turn the lights off in the room, only leaving the dim glow of a lamp to illuminate the corner where you’ll dance. You pull your shirt over your head before taking your ponytail out and letting your red hair fall over your shoulders. Your bra pushes up your already sizable breasts even more highlighting them. Your shorts fall around your ankles when you unzip them. You step out of them and snap your blue G string against your hip.
“Matching undies? You must have known how tonight was going to go.” I laugh with you as you grab your tits.
“Wellll…” you draw the word out. “I knew that even if I had to chain you down, I was going to get that dick tonight.” You’re forwardness is turning me on even more. You know what you want. “So lets this make this realistic: no touching yourself, no touching me, just sit back and relax while I do the rest.” You direct me.
“I’m down for some role play,” I agree. “What do you want me to call you?” You tell me you don’t care. “I’ll just call you foxy then.” I decide. You smirk at the ginger joke but wrap a leg around the pole anyway. Starting with a few basic moves, you gradually start to do more complicated dances, flipping yourself upside down and spinning rapidly. Hanging on by your thighs, you unhook your bra and let it fall off. Your breasts are perky, but still large enough for gravity to make them slid towards your face until you right yourself.
Spreading your legs out and leaning back has the pole pressed firmly against your crotch, I’m sure to your pleasure. You use your legs momentum to start spinning while you hold yourself there. I move forward and sit on the edge of the bed, wanting a closer look. My hands want to reach for the bulge in my pants, just play with myself a bit while you twirl and dance for me. I resist the urge and keep in line with our rules, instead focusing more on your body. The way your skin is starting to shine from the sweat. Your nips hard, aroused. How your G string is just barely covering your slit now from where you’ve been rubbing it on the pole and it’s shifted.
You slide down the pole into a split on the floor before standing and coming to me. Kicking my feet apart, you sit on my thigh and wrap a arm around me. I can smell your sweet sweat radiating from your hot skin and I feel my cock twitch in my pants.
“Want a private dance baby?” Your voice is silky and seductive in my ear before you gently kiss my neck.
“I do, but I’m all out of cash,” I admit. You run your hand up my thigh and grab my dick through my pants, playing with the tip.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” you kiss me on the cheek and stand up to face me. You take my head and pull it into your chest, shaking your tits back and forth for me. I hold your waist as you let me continue to kiss your breasts, carefully biting your nipples. You push my head back and turn around, sitting on my lap. Taking my hands in yours, you guide them to your chest for me to grab your soft, yet firm boobs. I squeeze and release them while you gyrate your hips on me, rubbing my cock through the layers of fabric. Leaning back heavily on me, you lift your hips and peel your panties off, the triangle of fabric covering your pussy noticeably wet. You go back to rubbing yourself on me, wetting my pants with your pleasure. I inhale as you press the panties to my nose, taking in your personal scent.
“If you want a taste that bad, I can give you a better way,” you tell me as I lick the wet spot of your G string you’re still holding for me. You put them in my hand and lean back to whisper, “those are for you to keep.” I grip my prize and smile. “You’re going to have to pay for all of this VIP treatment though… lay down.” You command softly, but firmly. I do as you wish and watch your naked body as you climb over me.
You plant your thighs on either side of my head and I look up at your pussy inches from my face, so close I can smell it’s aroma. You’re already soaked as you slowly drag your protruding labia over my chin and then lips. My tongue sticks up to drag across you, licking between your wet folds. You shudder and lean back to hold yourself up with your arms. I kiss the insides of your thighs and let out a sigh of desire, my breath on your slit making you moan quietly. I wrap my arms around your thighs and hold your thin waist, pulling your pussy down fully onto my mouth.
Your flavor pours across my tongue as I penetrate you with it, jabbing inside of your body. I use my lips to stimulate you further, making you breathe hard and moan curse words. You cry out when my tongue slides out of your vag and begins to torture your clit, jabbing it, flicking it, sucking on it. It’s all I can do not to drown under you by the time I finally get you close. Dragging my teeth against your exposed clit makes you buck hard and scream. You push yourself off of me and lay on your back, shaking. I’m on top of you instantly, my mouth sucking even harder on your twitching snatch as my fingers enter you, rapidly jilling you. As you contort and orgasm, you push me away, too winded for words, but at your limit.
“Fuck,” you sob when finally get your breath back. “I have never cum like that,” your makeup is running as you lay panting, still shaking slightly. “I usually stop when it starts, not go harder.” You laugh a little.
“Debt repaid?” I ask as I wipe my face off on my shirt that I just removed.
“And then some, fuck. You’re gonna have to wait a second before I’m ready,” you inform me. Sitting up and wiping your own face, you start to unbuckle my pants. I help you get them off of me before your hands start jerking me. I lay on my side and let you get on your stomach for you to start sucking me. Your warm mouth and tongue are incredible on my neglected dick. Your tongue circles the tip and after a few minutes I can tell you’re craving to feel it inside of you somewhere else.
“Why don’t you get on top,” I suggest. You push me from my side onto my back and drag your body over mine. I lift my knees for you to have a better angle as you reach behind you and guide my cock inside of your wet slit. I moan with you at the sensation of finally feeling myself stretch your tight pussy. You rock your hips and bounce on me as you sit up, letting your tits flop around. I stare unashamedly at them, loving every minute of getting to watch them.
“I’m not going to do all the work and just let you cum.” You say, sliding off of my dick and sitting on my stomach, your pussy facing me. I finger you for a few seconds until you lay on your back and pull your legs up high, displaying your holes proudly. “I’m flexible, in more ways than one.” Your wink tells me all I need to know. “Top drawer, purple bottle.” You instruct me. I find the lube and coat myself first, then pour it onto your snatch, letting it run down to your asshole.
I push firmly, my tip popping inside of your ass. You gasp as my girth enters you, gripped tightly. Even with lube it’s a squeeze. I start slow before really getting into fucking your little asshole. You gasp and moan from the intense pressure inside of you, moaning even more when I start to finger fuck your grooly pussy. You put your legs over my shoulders and brace yourself, pushing back onto me and letting me drill even deeper into your ass.
“Cum with me, look in my eyes and cum with me.” You beg me, eyes full of desire. I maintain eye contact as your back arches and you tense up. I thrust hard and climax, cumming inside of you, knowing that you can feel my jizz filling you up. Your eyes show it as you struggle to keep them open while you moan loudly, cumming at the same time. I slowly pull out of you, with every inch making you shudder from the sensation.
Grool drips from your pussy and joined the cream pie starting to come from your asshole. I go into your bathroom and get you a towel. When I return you haven’t moved at all, still panting. You moan and shudder and as I clean up your. Messy thighs and holes.
“Let’s do that again, but in like… an hour. I need to just lay here a bit.” You tell me. I lay down next to you and pull your naked body close to mine, cuddling you. Your hair is between my fingers and I hold your head to my chest, your breathing slowing down. We can wait like this for a bit.
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