Slippery Bits

I was laid out on a massage mat downstairs, where M helped me stretch and unwind. I was wearing a very loose pair of shorts that gave me plenty of room to move as she leaned over me to fold and knead my body. I wasn’t sure if she had more in mind than a massage, at first. But then in the middle of the massage, she did this move; she was kneeling at my head and stretched over me to stroke all the way down my chest, down my belly, down my pubis and bumped against the very root of my cock. My half-erection stirred and thickened, but I laid back, passive, waiting to see where she would go with all of this.

Now that I was aware, I noticed any number of small clues; the way she sat a little too close to me to work on my belly, so that my arm could brush her thighs and calves. Or the way she leaned over me to reach my shoulder, dangling her breasts over my face, straining against the confines of her sports bra. All of the deliberate teasing kept me rock stiff, tenting the shorts and the light blanket over me.

She finished stretching out my hamstrings, and then settled my legs back to the floor in a position so that one leg was straight and the other was laying out to the side. She reached over to work on my inner thigh for a bit, and then casually slid her hand up the leg of my shorts and clasped my swollen erection. “You still seem to be tight in some areas,” she smiled. “How can I help you release that tension?” Her hand worked back and forth, rubbing my foreskin against my shaft, making me whimper slightly. Part of me wanted to sit up and seize control, but instead I decided to stay passive, laying back and letting her continue manipulating me, as if it was just another part of the massage.

After insuring the heft and thickness of my cock, she reached for the waistband of my shorts, and I lifted slightly to allow her to drag them down and completely off. My cock sprung free and jutted into the air, bobbing. She tossed my shorts to the side and knelt between my legs on her hands and knees, and took the length of my shaft into her mouth in one fluid motion. My legs went rigid and my hips rose up, trying to get more, deeper. M tightened her mouth and worked her tongue along my shaft as her head rode up and down on my cock. After several strokes, she cradled my balls with one hand, stroking gently, feeling the skin contract and tighten with arousal. She gave a little purr deep in her throat, like she could just taste the barest hint of salty pre-cum welling up form my prick.

She abruptly stood up and dropped her pants to the floor. “I need this so badly,” she said, and stood over my prone form like the Colossus of Rhodes. She squatted down, then put one knee on the floor and settled her pussy down on my cock. I hadn’t even touched her during all of this, so I was amazed and pleased with how dripping wet she was already. She leaned her head back and groaned as she sank deeper onto my cock. I lifted my hips off the matt and started pumping into, already feeling her weeping pussy leak down my shaft and the cool trickle down my balls. I reached up both hands and pinched her nipples through her sports bra. I twisted just enough to make her cry softly, but she also quickened her pace, flexing her thighs so that her cunt bobbed up and down on my cock. I moved one hand from her breasts and stroked her clit and she moved, making it harder for her to concentrate, harder for her to hold herself up. I stroked up and down the slippery folds of her clit hood and she finally lost it, crying out in release and letting her other knee drop to the floor, collapsing over me as she came. I reached my hands behind her and lifted her ass slightly and pumped from below, making her cry out as she was still rolling from the head rush of her first orgasm. I thrusted and pumped, feeling her pussy clutch and spasm against my cock. I brought my hands to M’s shoulders and pressed back hard, forcing her to sink all the way to the base of my cock while I exploded within her. Her eyes grew big, whether from the hot splash of cum or the extra depth, and she pushed down against my cock as if to enjoy every pulse and throb. When the excitement wore down, she stood over me again, this time on considerably more shaky legs, and with a trail oozing down her thigh.

I was thrilled to receive my toy order in the mail, and instructed M to make herself available that afternoon for consumer testing. She showed up and went downstairs to take a shower and get ready while I unpacked and inspected the goods. When I heard the shower stop running, I gave her a few more minutes and then joined her in the bedroom.

She was laid out on the bed, naked and still warm from her shower. She grinned up at me and asked “What do you have for me?” I smiled back, “Let’s get you suitably ready first.” I shucked my clothes and knelt over her reclining form. With no preamble, I slipped my hand between her thighs and inhaled her nipple into my mouth. I glided my finger along her velvet slit, bringing blood to her pussy and encouraging her lips to swell and part. When I sucked at her nipple, she let out a moan of pleasure and closed her eyes, her head lolling back. I rubbed more intently, spreading the first drops of arousal around her lips and prepuce, and bringing some pressure and friction to bear on her clit hood. She groaned louder and tilted her hips up towards me, and I rewarded her by dragging my teeth along her nipple and rutting faster against her clit. She arched her back and cried out, “Fuck, yes…” as she peaked into her first orgasm of the afternoon.

I held there for several seconds, letting her regain her senses and catch her breath. Then I reached for the first toy, a small battery-powered vibe for hitting her g-spot. We both held the toy, turning it over in out hands and examining the boomerang shape. I applied a dose of lube and spread it over the shaft, and she guided it inside her. I pressed the small button to start the vibrator, and M’s brows knit as she adjusted to the sensations inside her. I rocked the vibrator a bit, first angling it to buzz against her g-spot, then against her clit. “I don’t think it’s reaching my clit the way it is supposed to”, she said. So I angled the toy up against her g-spot again, and began to gently ease the toy in and out of her. She moaned and relaxed back as I fucked her slowly with the toy while its curved head dragged back and forth across her g-spot. I picked up the pace a bit, and M seemed to enjoy it, but nothing like she does when I reach her g-spot with my fingers or cock. It seemed like it was time to try the next toy.

I slowly withdrew the battery-powered vibrator and set it on the bedside table. Then I reached down and pulled out the next toy, a silicone dildo attachment for a big AC vibrator. Again, M inspected the implement while I warmed it with a thin sheen of lube. She slid it into position, and boggled a bit at the size of it. Just as she was getting acclimated, I flipped the vibrator into its “low” setting. M gasped and clamped her eyes shut as her senses were assaulted. There was nothing subtle about this toy, either in its powerful vibration, the ridge poised against her clit of the girth of the shaft invading her. She fell back on the bed and I held the base of the toy high against her mons and clit. Her thighs tightened and she held on tight as an orgasm coursed through her. Of course, the toy knows nothing about pausing for an orgasm, so I pulled it back from her clit slightly and used the silicone shaft to fuck her cunt while her clit still buzzed from the first shockwave. Her face took on a slightly scared look as she realized there was no respite and she was barely able to stammer out, “No, no more, I can’t take it…” when her belly was wracked with another orgasm. I pulled out the shaft with a wet schlurping noise and slid the length of the toy along her bright pink cunt lips, still humming and buzzing against her lips and clit while her thighs trembled and shook. She groaned loudly when the powerful vibrations of the base of the toy brushed over her clit, and so I slid it back down and eased it into her cunt again. Even as it slipped in, she started crying out in cum again, and as I alternately fucked her with it and pressed it against her clit, it was hard to tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.

She was damp with sweat when she finally begged, “Please, your cock! I want your cock now! Feed me your cock…” My prick had been ram-rod stiff for some time, watching her writhe under my ministrations. I withdrew the hammering toy and clicked it off. In the absence of its buzz, all I could hear was the panting from M. I reached to the table and claimed the final toy, an adjustable cock ring of flexible rubber tubing. As stiff as I was, I had no hope of fitting it over my cock and scrotum, so I settled for cinching it tight at the base of my cock, and kneeling between M’s thighs. Her lips were swollen and hot, and I needed her assistance to guide me in. Once there, I pounded aggressively, sinking balls deep into her cunt, deep enough that she gasped slightly as I brushed her cervix, then pulling back far enough that my head was just barely nestled inside her lips, and then pushing down again. M wrapped her legs around my waist and her ankles pushed at my hips, pulling me into her, clinging close to me. My hips pumped and my cock throbbed and surged against the pressure of the ring. M’s hands were mauling her breasts, pressing and clawing while I fucked her roughly, her eyes squeezed tight. I fucked harder and faster, until I felt the surge deep in my balls that meant I was past the point of no return. I settled into a smooth, easy stroke, ending each one as deeply as I could inside her clutching, clasping pussy, until I boiled over with hot cum, pushing and spasming inside her. She held me tight and cried in relief as I went still.

I leaned back and carefully loosened the cock ring and slid it free from my cock and breathed deeply. “We’ll have to give these another test drive real soon now.”

Real life is getting in the way of sex lately, and will continue to for the week. Although there has been some furtive groping and ruttage stolen here and there, “real sex” has been hard to come by. Maybe that should be soft to come by. Or to not come by. Anyway…

I returned to the bed after a mid-sleep bathroom break. M was lying on her side, curled into the fetal position. I laid behind her, and curled to match the curves of her body, nestling my prick along the cleft of her ass. She murmured softly and pressed back against me, leaning back into my chest. I laid an arm over hers, and cupped her breast, gently dragging my palm across the tip of her nipple between cradlings. We laid there spooning closely, watching the sky gradually turn the sky from black to blue while I brought her nipples to full attention.

She finally gave in to her impatience and dragged my hand down to her groin. I stroked to part her lips, and was pleasantly surprised to find her already moist with excitement. I idly brushed my fingertips up and down her slit, determined to wait her out. She did not disappoint, and soon demanded, “Don’t tease me… make me cum!” I adore making her ask for it. I rewarded her with some specific and determined fingering, and her hips convulsed once, twice, and then once more while she groaned deeply and then held very still. I pressed her clit firmly, giving her the pressure that stretches out her orgasm.

She rolled away and pushed my shoulder to drive my flat on my back. “I want your cock now”, and I was determined to meet her demands. She swung her leg over my pelvis and with one hand guided my cock into her. She settled down against me and purred as my cock nestled deep within. She started a slow, steady rocking, looking into my eyes and smiling at me as I melted into her. I brought my hands up to her breasts and palmed them, brushing at the nipples and squeezing very gently. She responded by quickening her pace, gliding her pussy lips up and down my shaft, squeezing me with her tight little cunt. The room was growing just a little brighter due to the rising sun, and I could see her breasts sway and bob as she rocked back and forth on my shaft.

My thighs tightened and I arched my back, lifting her off the bed and driving my cock as deeply as I could into her, as I pulsed hot cum into her pussy. She grinned and squeezed extra hard, clamping against my cock as it throbbed in release. I eased my hips down to the bed and she leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before rolling to the side.

Various obligations have gotten in the way of physical pleasure lately, but last night was a bright reprieve. Maybe it was sleeping in a strange bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, and moved closer to M, spooning her tight against my chest and belly. Still asleep, she pushed back slightly, pressing firmly against me. I snaked a hand over her waist and up her nightshirt to cup her breast. Her breast felt so wonderful, so perfect in my hand, firm, high and tight, and her nipple was already half-stiff (although more from the cold than from my cuddling). I started stroking her nipple and felt it rise to full stiffness, sharp and eager.

I slipped my other arm under M’s neck, around her shoulder and slipped into the top of her cleavage. I stroked and pinched her nipple with that hand, and my other hand strummed down her belly and found her pussy. Her lips were retracted all prim and proper, displaying only a thin vertical line to the outside world. I gently stroked up and down that line, brushing my finger over her hood and slightly parting the furrow. She leaned her hip back against me, opening her thighs a little and I felt her lips start to part, like flowering petals opening to the warmth. I rubbed M’s hood against her hidden clit and heard her moan softly. I increased my pinching of her nipple and stroked her clithood a little more ardently. She came fully awake, and I moved my mouth in to suck and bite at the base of her neck. The combination of pleasures brought her to full attention, and she groaned quietly as a climax was wrenched from her. She was taking pains not to wake anyone else in the house with our late night romp, and I was determined to make that as difficult as possible for her. No sooner than her orgasm had subsided than I started stroking again, reaching my fingers low to find the first hint of moist arousal from her cunt, then stroking her clit aggressively again. I sucked at her neck in a way that made her squirm and rolled her nipple between my fingers like I was gauging the weight of cloth. She rolled her head to face a pillow and cried into it as her body went rigid from another violent orgasm.

M pushed away from me and shoved the blankets down to the foot of the bed, uncovering me. My cock jutted into the air, and she moved to it with a hunger. She gave me one lap from root to the plum head, and then took it into her mouth and started sucking fiercely. My legs went rigid with pleasure as her head bobbed up and down, her lips holding a tight seal on my cock and her tongue massaging my shaft and she sucked me off. I moaned, despite myself, and fought the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth like I wanted to fuck her pussy. I was so swollen and stiff, I thought I was going to burst at the seams, and still she sucked me, like she was hungry for the salty pre-cum. I was whimpering slightly when she finally let my cock pop free from her mouth. She climbed over my hips and lowered herself on my wet, twitching prick. Both of us sighed in relief at the warm glow saturating our loins. She perched on my cock and used her thighs to bounce up and down, fucking me hard. She lowered her head to my chest almost curled in the fetal position while riding my cock roughly. “Suck me!”, I whispered. “Suck my nipple!” She obliged, turning her head and pulling at my tiny nipple. I was used to being the aggressor, but the feeling of being so thoroughly used, serviced was driving me out of my mind. Her hips pumped up and down, stroking my cock with her velvet pussy, warm, wet and so tight. Her mouth pulled and played with my nipple, and all I could do was lie back and take it. “I’m going to cum…” I warned her, but she only redoubled her efforts. I arched my back, trying to get my cock as deeply in her as I could and then spasmed hard, filling her with semen, throbbing in her. She stayed poised over me, lost in her own contractions, feeling my cock pulse and surge inside her. She finally lifted off and rolled onto her side, where I gave her a kiss of thanks.

Earlier in the day I had teased M for wearing pants around the house. I like it when she’s wearing a skirt, preferably with no panties; anything that encourages casual groping is a good thing, in my experience. So when M came to me in the afternoon wearing a skirt, I thought she was simply showing off, or presenting herself for an inspection. She gave me a big grin as I ran my hand up her thigh and found a bare pussy waiting for me. I gave her a couple of friendly strokes and then led her to the table. I guided her into a partial reclining position, with her heels just barely on the edge of the table, and knelt down to suck her pussy.

She had just the faintest moisture and musk, the smell that makes me swoon. I bit her with my lips, pulling at her folds, inhaling flesh into my mouth, sucking at her labia and working my way up to her clit. I switched to long, flat strokes, lapping all the way up her pussy and clit, like a kid licking an ice cream cone. She moaned, her head sagged back, and I started flicking my tongue, giving the lightest little brushes to her exposed clit head. Her thighs clamped down on my ears so that I could barely hear her moaning, but I could tell from the way she jerked her hips that she was cumming on my tongue. I dipped lower and pushed my tongue in as deeply as I could reach, digging for that thicker, headier fluid, before I came back to the top and started fast licking again, pushing her to another orgasm. I brought her to the edge quickly and then tried to hold her right on the cusp for several seconds, lightly kissing her clit just enough to make her whine impatiently, and then licking it harder and faster and when another orgasm peaked I pressed hard against her clit hood, holding pressure as her blood pulsed and throbbed.

I stood upright, and M laid on her side on the table and squirmed down so that her head was at my crotch. She quickly unfastened my pants and pushed them down, letting my cock spring free, bobbing heavily in front of her. She sucked it deeply, with no preliminary, and my eyes rolled back in head. My hips swung back and forth, and I gently fucked her mouth as she tightened her lips and pressed her tongue firmly against my shaft. She bobbed her head to meet my strokes and my knees buckled from it all. I finally pulled back and M panted to catch her breath, wide eyed with arousal.

I swung her around until her hips were just hanging off the edge of the table, and I held her knees in the air with my arms. I stepped in closer and M guided my cock into her. She laid flat on her back and my hips swung freely, sliding in and out of her. There’s something delightful about fucking like that, when you don’t have to support your own weight beyond simply standing, nor the weight of someone above you. I just gyrated my hips freely, slipping in and out of her, listening to the table creak and M pant and cry out. I hooked one leg with my elbow so that I could bring my hand to the wet sucking joint between us. I rubbed my thumb along my cock as it slid back and forth, and then gliding up and down on M’s clit hood as I fucked her, making her yelp with excitement and a throbbing orgasm. I pulled my hand free and focused on fucking as hard and as fast as I could, until my orgasm welled within me and I sank as deeply as I could and sprayed into her clutching cunt.

M met me at the airport in a dress that came down to her knees and buttoned all the way up the front. She was wearing tall black boots, and stockings that ended just barely above her hemline. When I came through the security gate, I was desperate to plunge my hand up her dress to see if she was wearing any panties, but I didn’t dare with the crowd surrounding us. And sure enough, the crowd stayed thick all the way through the terminal and the parking garage. It wasn’t until we got in the car and her dress rode up to show a flash of thigh that I finally got a chance to stroke her thigh, and then reach higher to find completely bare skin. M gave me a grin, and started the car. I continued petting her thighs as she drove me home, but I didn’t do any more, since I wanted her to be able to stay on the road.

We finally got home and carried in bags, and there was a brief bit of settling and putting the minimum necessary things away. When I came downstairs, I found M lying back on the bed, with the bottom three buttons of her dress undone and her legs parted. “It took you long enough”, she said, and I dropped to my knees to express my appreciation. Her lips were already spread wide; she must have been anticipating this all evening. I plastered my lips to her open pussy, sucked firmly until I had a grasp of flesh, and then pulled back my head, tugging at the flesh, letting it slowly pull free from the suction, ending with her upper lips and clit hood. I repeated the gesture over and over, ducking my head, sucking deep and slowly pulling away, like I was thirsty for every drop of fluid I could suck off her. She grabbed my head with both hands and held me in place, urging me to start licking her. I was ready to hear her scream, and so started flicking my tongue up and down, slapping her clit in double-time. She threw her head back and grunted her release as I drove her to a hard, savage orgasm. As soon as she peaked, I squeezed her hood with my lips, holding pressure while I felt the blood pulse in her cunt.

I stood up and pulled M to her feet, and led her to a clear expanse of wall. I shoved her against the wall roughly, bumping her enough to open her eyes wide. With one of my oversized hands, I clasped both of her wrists and held them over her head, pinning them to the wall. I leaned my head in and started biting her neck, while my free hand moved to her pussy and started rubbing up and down, plowing a furrow between her lips. She cried out, and I slapped at her thighs. “Open your legs, bitch! Spread those thighs widely for me.” She shuffled her legs wide apart, bending at her knees to open wide. “You thought you were going to tease me, didn’t you? You thought you were going to taunt me with your pussy, like you did to all of those boys in high school.” I returned to fiercely rubbing her pussy and biting her neck, making her whimper and squirm under my attention. She pled her case, “No, wasn’t, I promise.” I continued rubbing, shutting up her protestations with an orgasm. “You better not deny me. I own you, don’t I? I own your body, and I own your pussy, and I own you!” “Yes, you own me, please…” I broke from rubbing her and knelt down a bit so that I could bite her nipples through the fabric of her dress. She cried out in surprise, pain and pleasure. I pressed my fingers together and swung flatly, slapping her pussy lips and clit with a stinging, wet “Pop!” She yelped and I rubbed the impact, feeling the hot flush coming to the surface, engorging her clit. I alternated rubbed her clit, making her twist as she came with sudden unexpected slaps. She sagged from her pinned wrists, sobbing with release and pleasure. I slapped again, and taunted her. “You’re going to feel this in the morning, aren’t you? I want you to think about this when you first wake up tomorrow morning. I want to you think about how roughly and how thoroughly you have been used.” As she came again she sobbed, “I will, I promise, I will!”

Letting her arms down, I pushed her back to the foot of the bed and bent her over double. Her shoulders and head crushed into the bed and I slid into position behind her and with no hesitation I sank my cock right into her. The blanket muffled her shock and I pulled her ass cheeks apart so that I could sink as deep as possible, feeling her wet split cunt sucking at the root of my cock. I pounded fiercely, not caring if I was battering her lips or tearing her open. I wanted her to walk funny afterwards, I wanted her to move gingerly and feel dominated, owned. Her shoulders shook and her head trembled as she cried and moaned through orgasms while I pounded into her savagely, pulling her hips back to meet mine in a wet slap. My cock throbbed bigger than normal and rammed in and out, pushing and pulling her lips with each thrust, scraping past her g-spot every time I plunged in again. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, my ass tightened and I arched against into her, every muscle rigid as I fired hot cum as deeply as I could reach. Her thighs trembled and her panting peaked, and then gradually began to slow and steady. I held my position for several seconds, enjoying the throbbing, pulsing. My fading erection had just enough presence to allow me to thrust into her another for a while longer, and I could feel how wet to overflowing she was with our combined fluids. I finally leaned back and with a wet plop my cock came free from her pussy. We both sagged over the bed, catching our breath.

I’ll take more trips if every welcome home is like this.

We were both lounging idly on the bed when I found my hand unconsciously stroking M’s thigh. She opened her thighs a little wider, but otherwise pretended not to notice, and I moved my hand high and inside, and increased my pressure slightly. I finally gave up all pretense of casualness, and moved my hand up to her pussy to explore. Her lips were puffy swollen from the earlier two rounds, and she was already wet, though I couldn’t tell if it was her own fluids, or the last oozing remnants of my own. I gently pinched her lips together and rubbed my finger and thumb back and forth, rolling her clit between the folds of her lips, making her moan lightly in pleasure. Knowing her clit was a little over stimulated, I tugged on her hip and rolled her over until she was flat on her belly, on thigh cocked and resting over my legs. I was still lying flat in bed, but with her hips near my lap, I slipped my hand between her thighs, and eased my thumb into her waiting pussy.

She inhaled sharply as I worked past her battered lips, until my thumb was wet enough that it slid freely. She began to softly grunt in time with my strokes, as my thumb slid nearly all the way out, and then eased back in and rubbed past the velvet corrugation of her g-spot. Still face down, moaning into the bed, M began humping her hips up and down, trying to meet the strokes of my thumb. She was in a mostly helpless position, thighs spread wantonly, hips jerking about, searching for some purchase against this invading digit.

There’s nothing that gets me hotter than pushing a woman’s buttons, but I was still a little surprised to find myself stiff again, pulsing and eager for action. I pulled M backwards a little, more into my lap and moved my head towards her waiting lips. I don’t think I had ever tried such a position before. I was flat on my back, and M was face down, turned at a 45 degree angle from me. One of her legs was between mine, and the other was thrown all the way across me, pushing her shoulders and face into the bed. I lifted my hips a little and started rubbing my fat cock head between her swollen lips, spreading the moisture. With a slight additional push, I slipped the head into her clutching cunt, and she started worming backwards, trying to get more of my cock inside her.

It felt like raw, impersonal, anonymous sex. There was nothing familiar about the angle or the stroke, and there was no comforting presence of a body pressed against mine. There was just a warm wet cunt grasping at my cock, and my hips pushing, thrusting, arching to get deeper inside it. M moaned incomplete oaths and curses into the mattress, and took the rough shafting. “Oh please, I can’t cum again, I can’t… fuck! fuck!…”

I almost didn’t think I would have another orgasm, but the novel position and M’s cries worked their magic on me, and I felt the familiar tightening in my scrotum. I could feel my cock head pushing rudely at her lips and I stroked in and out, and I could feel M’s juices collecting at the base of my cock and a slow trickle rolling down my balls. The room was filled with a musky sex funk and M’s ragged, raw voice. I thrusted high and firm, trying to get as deep as I could inside her as I neared orgasm, and when the lights flashed white, I was arched and rigid, feeling M’s hungry cunt pull and milk at me, draining me dry.

We were sprawled on the bed, lounging. To be honest, I was so drained from our previous encounters that I didn’t think we would be having sex again. But she looked so good lying there, stretched out on her back. It started with me idly stroking her thigh, drawing my fingertips along the soft flesh high and inside. She shifted her thighs open a little, but otherwise deigned not to notice my attentions. I moved my hand up a little further and started lightly stroking her pussy. I noticed how puffy and swollen her lips were from the earlier sex, and how wet she was, whether from her own flow or from the last remnants of my own cum slowly leaking forth, I did not know. Her lips were open and protruding already, and I used my fingers to paint everything slickly wet and smooth. My finger slipped freely between her folds, riding up and down her crease, and when I looked up at her eyes again, this time I had her full attention and she watched me, half-lidded and intoxicated with arousal.

I was still reclining back, and wasn’t even completely convinced I was doing more than teasing her a bit. But for some reason I pulled at her hip and rolled her over onto her belly. I rolled a little onto my side and slid one hand under M’s hips and stretched to reach her clit. With my other hand I reached between her legs and slid a thumb into her wet pussy. I was getting her from both sides, my thumb rocking in and out of her pussy, rubbing along the corrugated ridges of her g-spot, while my other hand was sliding her clit inside the folds of her hood. This was far past teasing now, and her hips humped up and down on the bed and she rose into her latest orgasm.

Still face down, M lifted her near leg and draped it over mine, so that my hand under her had a little more freedom to move. I continued my dual assault, sometimes alternating attention, stroking her clit until she was writhing, then holding my fingers still and firm against her clit while my thumb took over, reaming her pussy open. She twisted and writhed into two more orgasms, moaning into the pillows and cursing quietly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again! I can’t take any more, I can’t… fuck!…” It drives me wild when she looses control like that, and I can’t resist trying to push her past what she thinks she can take. Her cries, her writhing motions and the heavy musk in the air worked their spell on me and I found myself stiff and throbbing again. I continued to plunge my thumb in and out of her, spreading a little more moisture around her lips.

I pulled my hands free from her gasping pussy, and then pulled her over me just a little more, until my cock was close enough that I could just begin to move my cock head between her lips. I don’t recall ever trying a position quite like this before. I was face up, only slightly rolled to my side. M was face down, and turned at a 45 degree angle from me, one thigh between my legs and the other draped over me. When my fat cock head nudged into her, M started pushing back, eager to help, eager to take the shaft inside her. She worked backwards, I twisted and arched forwards and soon we were both thrusting blindly. It was wet, fast, anonymous sex. There was no eye contact, no warm familiar body leaning over me, no whispered words of encouragement. There was just the humping, flailing of my hips, pistoning into a hole that had found its way into my lap. And M was in much the same state, no body under her to lean down on, no hands behind her to support her. She was just face down on the bed, her hips sprawled obscenely open, getting fucked by a prick, by a man she couldn’t even see. All she could do was try to press back into it and accept what came.

I rolled onto my side a little more, hungry to get more of my cock buried into this drenched pussy, trying to find more purchase to push harder, faster, deeper. M cried incoherently into the bed as I used her pussy roughly, my cock moving at unfamiliar angles, pulling at the sides of her lips as I pushed in and out. I clamped one palm over her ass cheek and pulled it roughly open, parting her thighs just a little more, letting me push just a fraction of an inch deeper into her. M’s voice was ragged, panting out half-formed oaths and pleas, while I felt fluid from her pussy collect at the base of my cock and trickle down my balls. I pushed and pushed, and just when I thought I wouldn’t come again this night, I felt the familiar constriction in my scrotum and I raced towards the end, urgently pushing into her again and again, arching my hips up, twitching back and forth, trying to maintain the pace until I finally arched, spasmed, and held my position as deep inside M’s cunt as I could reach. Her pussy walls twitched and pulled at my cock, milking hungrily at me. When I finally released my grasp the barest bit, we fell apart, exhausted, flat on the bed and panting.

M announced, “I’m ready to be licked again”, and who was I to deny her? She sprawled out from the corner of the bed, her favorite position, and I moved in close and brushed her lips with my nose. She was still wet and swollen from our previous round, and even gentle slow licking made her moan with pleasure. I had an agenda, and teased her right to the cusp of orgasm, and then held her there for as long as I could. She waggled around futilely, trying to get more direct pressure until she finally complained, “Please, let me cum!” I grinned and pulled back. “If I’m doing all the work and you’re getting all of the orgasms, I think this should be arranged for my comfort.” I laid flat on my back and gestured for her to come to me. She gave the briefest of whining moans, but wasted no time scrambling over my chest and settled her pussy over my face. As she settled in place, her thighs and lips parted even wider, spread obscenely for me to taste, suck and lick.

I curled my arms around her and held her hips in place while I started flicking my tongue. M cried out and twisted over me, first turning her cunt so that my tongue reached exactly where she liked it, and then trying to twist away when the stimulation became too much for her to bear. I was done teasing her though, and turned and twisted with her, lashing at her clit until she cried and screamed in release. I kissed and bit at her thigh, giving her the briefest break, trying to be patient while she recovered her sense. But I was impatient and hungry for more, and soon plunged my tongue forward again, stroking the shaft of her clit and then brushing the head until the pattern repeated all over again.

I was content to do that forever it seemed, but M had other plans. She lifted up slight and turned around in place, settling her cunt on my face again, but this time laying down along my torso and bringing her mouth to my cock. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started abusing her anew. I played a game, trying to make her cum so hard and so fast she couldn’t keep her head bobbing on my cock but had to pull back to cry out. I gently bit, pulled and sucked on her lips, which interrupted the rhythm of her own sucking, but certainly didn’t stop her. I did long lazy strokes, from the top of her clit hood all the way across and past her clit head and along her lips. Her head stopped bobbing and I could feel her mouth tighten on my cock as she cried out in pleasure. I pressed my advantage, licking furiously at her, feeling her thighs quiver and her hips struggle until she pulled her lips off my cock and cried out “No more! I can’t take it, please, just wait…”

I pushed her off me roughly and she laid limp, trembling. I rolled to the side of the bed and came standing on unsteady feet, then grabbed her ass and pulled her legs off the side of the bed, burying her face in the pillows. Raising her ass high in the air, I supported her hip with one hand and drove my cock into her twitching cunt. She shouted her release into the bed while I pushed, pulled back, and rammed forward again, slapping roughly into her. Despite having cum recently myself, I could feel the surge of excitement, and raced forward. My balls swung freely, slapping her pussy with each thrust. Her moans and cries came forth continuously as I ground her g-spot over and over until my vision flashed white, my knees buckled and I throbbed wetly into her clutching cunt. I sagged forward, trapping her against the bed until I could breathe again.

I was lying on my back on the hotel bed when M said to me, “Did you know my pussy is waxed?” I played along. “Oh is it? Prove it.” She lifted her skirt to show her bare pudenda. I moved so that my head was dangling off the edge of the bed. “Come here and show me closer.” She walked around the bed, stepped wide and moved in so that her thighs bracketed my cheeks. I inhaled deeply, pulling her fresh musk into my lungs. I nuzzled my nose into the folds of her pussy, nudging my way between her lips, When she was spread and my nose was the faintest bit damp, I snaked out my tongue and gave a friendly lick. she purred faintly and bent her knees enough to press firmly against my face.

I started lapping at her dewy cunt, licking from the top down, stroking along the shaft of her clit while my nose poked and prodded. Her purr caught in her throat and she leaned forward over my torso, resting her head on my belly while I licked insistently. My arms wrapped around her waist and my palms molded to her ass so that she couldn’t escape the determined tongue lashing. Her knees buckled and she sagged onto me further, pussy crushed against my face, grinding roughly against me. She chanted unthinking oaths as the wave of an orgasm picked her up and crashed her down again. Her thighs clamped on my head and held me mostly still while my lips held firm against her throbbing clit. When her breathing steadied slightly, she lifted her head and said, “I need to be lying down for this.”

She stepped away from my just long enough to shuck her skirt, blouse and boots, and the laid on the bed with her head in one corner. I stretched on my belly in front of her and nestled my face in her wet pussy. Because she had just come, I started licking firmly high on the shaft, giving her tender clit head a scant few seconds of additional relief. In no time, she was unconsciously rolling her hips, trying to bring her clit directly under her tongue, aching for a release so intense she can only take bare seconds of it. I gave in and let her move until she got the focus just where she wanted it, which pushed her over the edge into another loud, crying orgasm. My arms were wrapped under her thighs, my hands clamped down on her hips, and when she twisted and cried from cumming, I kept lashing at her, pushing past her limits until she was bucking and twisting wildly.

When I finally turned loose, she was half out of her mind, head half under a pillow, hair tossed and tangled. I don’t think she even noticed that I pulled my mouth from her soaking wet cunt. While she was still gasping and insensate, I quickly moved into position and buried my cock into her. Her eyes sprang open and her belly and legs started thrashing, twisting as I used my cock to pin her to the mattress. She spread her legs wider, trying to pull me deeper in, and I lifted her thigh over one of my arms, spreading her obscenely. I pushed relentlessly, grinding my pelvis into her, rubbing her raw. She cried out, her cunt walls spasming and sucking at my cock until I pushed as deeply as I could and exploded deep inside her. I slowly lowered her thigh to the bed and leaned low over her, panting.