Those Hot Nights

He pushed me outside of the bar, my body was sticky from the humid atmosphere, yet my nipples were still erect, erect for him.

As my back hit the stone of the wall my body shook, partly from the force in which he did it and the other half from sheer arousal. My cunt was dripping for him but he teased me, tracing his fingers along my thickened wet lips over the lace of my black panties, I begged for him to enter me, to fuck me with his long thick fingers until I came, yet he didn’t.

I reached down, feeling for the bulge that would be chafing against his tight black jeans, my palm cupped the heavy weight, rubbing up and down so I could feel his thickness grow at my touch, his mouth dropping passed my forehead where it had been rested to my lips, as I bit him with wanting he withdrew, demanding I wait, demanding a patience I didn’t have.

During the taxi drive home I was aching to be entered, I could smell the sex on myself, and so could he. I removed my thong with a gentle grace which was almost beyond me, and as I leant in to embrace him I paused my hand under his nose for a little longer than neccesary, I wanted him to smell me, be ready for how much I needed this fuck. His gaze met mine for the first time since the bar, he began to kiss me passionately, fucking my mouth with his long, wet tongue, letting me know what he had planned for my pussy later.

As the taxi drew up next to my town house I was shaking, with a casual nod of goodbye and an exchange of money we were alone once more. As I turned my back on him to unlock my door he lifted my dress and pushed a firm finger into my arse, massaging heavily, my clit throbbed with a feeling that can only be described as jealousy, and before thinking about it my own manicured index finger was rubbing circularly, so fast it felt like a blur, my knees buckled under the heat of the orgasm to come, and with a final twist of the key I came thick and fast, covering his arm, aswel as my own, with cum.

I felt almost relieved as we stepped inside my home, I fell to the floor in the moment, only to find him on top of me, unbuttoning his jeans to reveal his throbbing manhood. I began to lick the tip to start with, flicking my tongue as fast as it would go up and down the shaft, taking my hand and following carefully with my mouth, lapping up the pre-cum with delight, going faster and harder until he could not grow anymore. I could feel it heaving in my hand, and as I played with his balls I knew he was about to cum, he was wet from my mouth so I wanked him hard, pointing his cock towards my tits, letting him explode all over them as they bounced in ecstacy, only stopping to trace the liquid off with my finger and run it over my tongue, he tasted so fucking good.

We both laid still on my hard wooden flooring, unable to move as we relished in the moment of our expert foreplay. As the minutes past and I began to think over the past hour in my mind I became horny once again, forgetting for a moment that I was not alone I reached down to my smooth cunt and began to stroke, beginning less forcefully than before but it wasn’t until another two fingers joined me that the real pleasure began. He parted my lips with aggression, fucking me hard with his fingers whilst sucking on my clit, as my back began to arch I reached for him, taking his solid cock and pushing it inside of myself. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and penetrated me deep, thrusting himself with a rhythm that synced with my body perfectly, as he bent over to bite my nipples, my neck, my lips, I orgasmed over and over until he withdrew and covered me with his hot white cum, claiming me as his own – for tonight anyway.