You’ve had a long week at work, so you go to your favorite bar to enjoy a couple drinks before starting your uneventful weekend. The week dragged by, and you want nothing more than to spend all weekend watching Netflix, but only after decompressing a little. I notice you sitting at the bar, and I can tell by your body language that you are just over everything. Your boss who works you too hard and doesn’t recognize how important you are, your boyfriend who doesn’t appreciate the things you do for him, everything. You just can’t catch a break. I tell the bartender that I’ll buy your next drink, which at first you turn down. You’re in a relationship. But then you thankfully change your mind, besides, it’s been a week from hell. I walk over, say I’m glad you accepted the drink, and introduce myself. I ask how you are, and mention that you seem a bit stressed out. You tell me that your job is wearing on you, and the weekends never seem long enough. After awhile we are both pretty tipsy, so I insist that I call a cab for you to make sure you get home safe. That’s when you ask me if I think that you’re pretty, and I reply that you’re beautiful, smart, and funny, and that your boyfriend you mentioned earlier better know how lucky he is. When the cab arrives I walk you outside, open the door of the cab, and before you get in you whisper in my ear that I should come along to make sure you get home safely. Who am I to say no to such a request, so I join you in the cab. We continue talking about life, and what makes us happy during the ride. Once we finally get to your apartment you ask me to walk you to the door, so I oblige. I ask the cabbie to stick around a few minutes so that I can get home after I walk you up. We get to your door, I say goodnight, it was nice meeting you. You reply asking if I meant what I said earlier, about you being beautiful, smart, and funny. I respond with of course I meant it! I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you this night. Then you lean in, your piercing eyes that I could get lost in staring into mine, and say “then show me how much you meant it”. At the point I lose all the self control I’ve been showing all night. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I assumed you were unattainable. I immediately felt an uncontrollable growth in my pants, I couldn’t wait to rip your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body. You guided me into your apartment and locked your luscious lips with mine. Fireworks were going off everywhere, all I could think about was how magical tonight was going to be. I had never wanted someone this bad before, I could barely resist my animalistic urges to just throw you on the bed and fuck you until we were both exhausted. We started undressing each other, my jaw on the floor at the sight of your perfect body. At this point I couldn’t hold out any longer so I picked you up, pushed you against the wall, and slowly slid my fully erect penis inside of your heavenly pussy. It felt so fucking magical I’m surprised I didn’t cum after the first thrust. We did this until you were soaking wet, and begged for me to fuck you doggy style on the bed. I grabbed you from behind, pulling your hips and perfect ass into my cock, slamming you into me, hearing the rhythmic clapping of my balls slapping against you as we both moan in pleasure. Eventually you cum all over my rock hard dick, which turns me on even more. I beg for you to let me taste that heavenly pussy that I loved being inside of so much. I lay down, and you come sit on my face, still soaked from before, and I lick up any leftover cum I can find, and then get to work on eating you dry. I start by tenderly sucking on your lips, getting you as wet as I can, before gently massaging your clit at the same time. Then I slide my tongue in deeper and deeper, tasting your sweet juices, thinking how the fuck did I get so lucky. Finally you beg me to make you cum, so I start fingering you as well as everything I was doing before, coordinating the rhythm with your moans, until you ultimately explode all over my face, drenching me in your sweet nectar. You lay down beside me, I mention how amazing that was, and we fall asleep. The next morning you wake up and I ask you if I can have breakfast in bed. You think to yourself that’s kind of rude, but then ask what would I like? I say “what I had the night before, please”.

I managed to hear the knocks amidst the sound of the shower. A man’s voice called from the door.
It was late, almost midnight. Who could that be?

I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I heard the faint knocks again through the open bathroom door. I turned the shower off and stood there naked, slick with unwashed suds and dripping with water that suddenly cooled with the air. I listened for any additional sounds and debated whether to get out of the shower. While I didn’t hear any more knocks, I figured I should at least check.

I stepped out of the tub and onto the bath mat. I squeezed what water I could from my hair, grabbed a white towel, dried my face, and quickly wrapped it around my torso.

I nimbly walked over to the apartment door while clutching the towel to my breast. I peered through the peephole as I watched a man walk away toward the elevators. Read more »

I was sitting upright, eyeing him laying down next to me. The skin on his chest was a little pink from being shirtless all day. His knees were bent, toes occasionally tapping the ground, his hands tucked behind his head. Just the sight of him turned me on. My mind wandered to his cock while he was saying something about it getting late and wondering what time it was.
‘Time for some dick sucking’, I thought to myself and giggled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
The sun had dipped below the horizon maybe an hour ago. There was no one around so I slipped my hand over his crotch.
“Just thinking about how I need this.” I replied, giving him a squeeze, then positioning myself between his legs.
My favorite black V-neck t-shirt covered my bikini. I took it off, pulled my breast out and traced his mouth with my nipple before feeding it to him. I returned to his cock while he sucked me, stroking until it was straining against his swimsuit.
He bit and pulled. I watched his tongue flicking against my nipple. I loved seeing his teeth, those delicious lips and the feeling of his tongue swirling around my hardened flesh.
He wrapped his hands around both my breasts as I pulled his cock out rubbing the head against the soft material of my swimsuit. His pre-cum was making a wet spot on the outside while my arousal was making a similar one on the inside.
I kissed my way down his torso, licking the inside of his hips, making him laugh. The tender spot was ticklish, and I never tired of hearing his laughter.
I slid my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. I massaged each side of his shaft with my lips before enveloping it, feeling the tip reach the back of my throat before I gently gripped it with my teeth, sliding up to the head.
He watched me watch him as I sucked his pre-cum, holding his base and pulling him towards me as I sat back on my heels. I wanted to see him better. Observing his pleasure got me just as wet as feeling him touch me.
His eyes followed my mouth as I devoured him. I stuck my tongue out and slid his cock back and forth across it.
The more I licked, the more pre-cum appeared. I watched it bead up at his opening like a raindrop sitting on a leaf before catching it with my tongue. I stroked him, waiting for more while he looked on.
I slid my lips over his shaft and squeezed just below the head. Another drop appeared, larger than the last, and spilled over the edge. I consumed it, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.
His appreciation was audible as he pushed his hips up, making me take more of him in. He took a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place while he shoved into me. The head rubbed the back of my throat, reaching a limit.
It wasn’t the act of sucking his cock, of feeling him against my tongue which had me tingly with desire, but more about the filling up on love by giving to him. It was physically confessing my love to him that fed my enthusiasm, warmed the lips of my cunt and made every kiss, bite, squeeze and thrust so fucking hot.
I stared at the last inch of him, peeking out from my lips, still exposed and I wanted that too. I wanted my mouth to make contact with his pubic bone. I wanted to swallow him whole, wanted his delicious cum to pour down my throat, but I had to work up to that.
“Open your mouth.” he said wrapping his hand around his shaft. I did so, and within seconds felt the warm splash of his cum land on my tongue, slide over my lips and down my chin.
I licked what I could off of my face and wiped the rest away with the back of my hand as he let go of himself and relaxed.
“Don’t get too comfy there.” I said, removing my bikini bottom. “Pussy says it’s her turn.” Read more »