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All-over body orgasm

It’s an October Monday morning and I text message The Cockaholic, suggesting that she come over for a spicy risotto and Californication in the evening. She jumps at it. I think she’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves the rush of excitement, something I think I can provide in spades. I’m looking forward to seeing her.

I find myself wondering if I’m addicted to the spike of adrenaline of first dates, of the getting-to-know-you phase. I’m inclined to say ‘no’ because I spent six months with Busty Blonde and it was such an easy relationship with her. I kind of miss that now after not even two months of The Saffa who is increasingly becoming hard work. I’m starting to think of her as a Drama Queen; she just has to have drama in her life.

The Cockaholic arrives early, which I take as a good sign: she’s keen. We have the spicy risotto I made, then sit side-by-side on my sofa to watch another two episodes of Californication which, I suspect, has the effect of making her frisky. Little more than two hours after arriving she is sucking on my cock and loving it. I have never seen such a happy, enthusiastic cock-sucker before.

I ask her, “have you been looking forward to doing this?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she says, momentarily taking my cock out of her mouth, but then adds, “I’ve been thinking about something else all day too.”

“Oh, what other people call fantasies you call plans?”

The Cockaholic bursts into laughter, keeping my cock in her mouth as she does so. It’s a strangely pleasant sensation having a woman laughing onto and all around my cock.

“So do you want to tell me what it is you want, or do you just want to show me?” I coax.

She stops fellatio and gets up to straddle me cowgirl style. It feels good to me; she’s not overweight and thus crushing my cock, so my erection can last forever. Within minutes she has made herself cum by riding my cock. I enjoy watching her face convulse in pleasure.

I give it a few minutes, then I start kissing her all over, ending up between her legs, softly licking her clit. After a couple of minutes of this she’s totally relaxed, so I slide an index finger into her pussy, first pulling down, then turning it upward to stroke her g-spot. After a few more minutes I slide my middle finger in too and both fingers are rubbing her g-spot as she moans in pleasure. She keeps her hands above her head on my sofa cushions and it seems as if she is in ecstasy as I lick her clit and finger her g-spot. My tongue tires and I sit upright to rub her clit with my other hand’s thumb. Her pussy starts squelching and occasionally squirting juices into my hand. Not since Krazy Girl a year ago have I felt a woman do that. Eventually she cums, arching her back while hiding her face into a cushion as she screams.

I find it amazing to have such an experience with a woman. The sights, sounds and smells overpower me. The naked honesty of the moment entrances me.

She lies panting, I let go of her bits and climb on top of her to cuddle and warm her. I can feel her body shaking under me. Eventually she speaks.

“I think I just had an all-over body orgasm,” she says, swallowing hard.

After a few minutes of blissful silence conversation turns at my behest to the unpleasantly practical issue of contraception. Something has been niggling at the back of my brain.

The Cockaholic now tells me that she’s on the injection contraceptive, the one where she has no periods and needs a recharge every three months. I also remember her telling me on Friday night that she hasn’t had sex in two years, but had herself tested at a STD clinic four weeks earlier. Why would someone who hasn’t had sex in 2 years be on the injection and have herself tested? Hmmm…I smell bullshit. My ever-alert Trust Demon opens an eye and raises a suspicious eyebrow. He snorts in contempt at her story.

Is my initial supposition correct in that she was on Tinder intending to go on a sexual rampage, part of exorcising her own demons, making her feel like a powerful, desirable woman? I see this as part of my attraction to her, this trying to decipher her motives, learning more about womankind through her.

Without me saying a word The Cockaholic starts kissing me all over. She’s obviously an unselfish lover, a Giver even and this pleases me.

Her kisses feel like a butterfly landing on my skin as she works her way down my body. I’ve been looking forward to experiencing her sucking my cock, hoping it’s as good as I remember.

The Cockaholic’s tongue slides up and down the shaft of my penis, then she glides it down onto my balls, using the smooth underside of her tongue to elicit pleasure in them. Jeezus, she really knows what she’s doing!

She keeps her tongue moving and down to my perineum she goes, twirling and swirling her tongue over it. No woman has done that before. Where did she learn these moves? Cosmo, porn movies or a really instructive ex-lover? Or is she a natural? Just how many ice-creams has she practised on?

I look down at her and see that she’s in a trance-like state. Anything can happen now.

Entranced blowjob.

Entranced blowjob.

Her tongue is flailing about like that of a possessed demonic goat.

Gotta lick it!

Gotta lick it!

Suddenly her tongue drops lower and she starts drawing circles around my anus. Only my Exgf has given me a rim-job before and that was long ago, so it feels good. The circles become smaller…

Hang on, she’s not going to do what I think she’s going to do?…

Fuck!

She’s licking my arse!

Holy shit! That’s so unhygienic!

Yet it feels so good…

Oh my god!

She’s just stuck the tip of her tongue into my arse!

Emotionally I’m horrified, but physically not so much. In fact, I like it, so I relax.

The Cockaholic pushes her tongue deeper into my arse and she starts making snorting sounds of satisfaction, akin to a pig.

Wow! Should I rename her The Ass-licker?

She continues pushing and pulling her tongue in and out of my arse for about a minute. I think she’s enjoys doing it more than I enjoy receiving it. I lie in stunned fascination, my brain is racing.

Is this some kind of emotional release coming to the surface in her? A high-pressured job demands an extreme release of energy for her to unwind?

“Do you like doing that?” I ask, knowing it’s a stupid and obvious question, but it’s the answer that matters.

“Uh-huh. I love it,” she answers, momentarily leave my arse alone before resuming her pig-finding-a-truffle-in-my-arse routine.

My, my, my, what a kinky little thing you are. I wonder what delicious naughtiness we can get up to together? I wish I had filmed this; I could watch it repeatedly.

Without any hint of a change to come The Cockaholic pulls away from my anus and almost instantly latches on my cock which is losing its erection because of the shock of what she has been doing. Most of the blood in there has rushed to my brain and botty.

Ugh, her mouth must be coated in faecal bacteria and now she’s spreading it on my precious manhood!

This cannot be! I don’t want to spend my nights in the shower scrubbing my phallus raw like I did after the anal sex episodes with Krazy Girl and Tech Titan. This Grey Knight must arise and put matters right by mounting this damsel with the dirty mouth!

I get up off the sofa, leaving her on all fours on the trusty footstool. She doesn’t move, I think she knows what I’m about to do. She knows to stay in position for doggy-style. Such a well-trained ass-licking cock-sucker.

My semi-flaccid cock easily slides into her slippery pussy. Some women in their early forties start experiencing lubrication problems, but not this one. After several mighty thrusts of my lance blood floods its chambers and turgidity returns.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, fuck me!” she mutters.

I love it when women tell me things like that, but it’s starting to amuse and puzzle me that they generally say the same things, like she did right now. Ho-hum, mustn’t tarry or quibble, there’s fucking to be done.

Earlier I had turned the lights down low as we got comfy on my sofa. Soft lighting usually leads to hard fucking. I knew this even back when there was that close call with Baltic Babe, that time when she turned the lights down low. A dormant sense of anger is evoked by the memories of her and my hips speed up. I’ll be cumming soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask. It’s only polite to ask.

“In my pussy,” she wheezes back.

I reckon it’s safe to do so, I believe her contraception claims, but a little impetus to get me over the line is needed.

My thumb finds its way to my mouth and I suck on it for a few seconds. How will she react to being on The Hook this time? Will she rear up and lurch away like Busty Czech did? Or will she enjoy it like every other woman has?

Slowly and smoothly my thumb slides up her bum. She doesn’t make a sound nor does she move as my hips keep ramming my fat cock into her. Yes, she likes this. I’m now thinking that she has an anal fetish thing going on given what she did to my arse with her tongue.

Oh yes, the bum bacteria that she slobbered onto my cock is now coating her vagina. This high-flying, yuppie career woman with the expensive sports car likes it dirty!

I lean my head over to one side, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tits bouncing around as I fuck her, but they’re barely moving, just the slight shake of a mound of jelly. Now I’m sure her boobies are fake. Right now that doesn’t matter because my balls have just tightened.

With a back-arching spasm I blast a day’s worth of sperm into her, but the build-up has been so good that it feels like several day’s worth. I wonder if a woman can tell from the sensation of the cum in her pussy just how many days worth the load is? Answers in an email please…

My hips keep rocking and The Cockaholic is making ‘mmm’ sounds that indicate approval. Most women seem to like the feeling of sperm in them, but some don’t. I wonder if it’s an emotional thing more than anything else?

Never mind that, this was a good orgasm.

Sex with The Saffa has degenerated into angry sex, which is not my favourite kind, but doing it with The Cockaholic feels sweet, it feels right.

She spends the night and I’m in heaven. We talk for ages again and again I enjoy talking to her. She finds me funny and we laugh a lot. We both feel good. I’m looking forward to seeing her again.

In my Triangle of Temptation (personality, face or breasts) she has personality. I don’t find her face off-putting, it’s just that I’m not enthralled. I can’t just stare at her face and derive pleasure from that, not like I could with The Model and Krazy Girl. I’m now convinced her breasts are fake, but that isn’t a problem to me, which surprises me. How I feel when I’m with her counts for more. Of course her ability to suck a golf ball through a hosepipe matters too.

The Cockaholic having a kinky streak I find interesting. How did it come about? Will she share some of her sexual history with me? I’m really curious, but it’s a rare woman who’ll share that kind of information. I’d love to know what she’s feeling when she’s having sex or how it feels to her being on The Hook or licking my arse. What are her other fantasies? What is she looking for?

I guess the Eurythmics were right: some of them want to get used and some want to be abused. Yes, everybody is looking for something. We’re all pursuing a sweet dream or two.

What are hers?

Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This )

I f*cked until her nipples bled

I manage to put aside the mental image of my cum splattered across The Saffa’s pretty face a couple of hours ago and start to think straight again. I realize that I have her and Busty Czech as friends on Facebook and that on Sunday The Saffa had been taking copious pictures that she is likely to post with me tagged in some. That could get awkward, so I unfriend Busty Czech. Will she notice? I don’t want her getting wind of there being someone else on the scene; awkward might become unnecessarily ugly. Instead I want to let her down as gently as possible in a time and a way of my choosing.

Having women I’m seeing as part of my social media is not a good idea. I resolve to only let The One have that access from now on and only when I’m sure that she’s The One. At the moment that day seems so far away.

For now I’ve got two women on my mind and it’s bothering me. I’m inclined to say goodbye to Busty Czech but I’m also not a hundred percent certain about The Saffa. My thoughts keep returning to something in particular that is nagging at me.

Being trapped in The Saffa’s bedroom and having risky sex was great fun, but it was juvenile. More than that, it was disturbing because it showed me that The Saffa has a reckless streak. So she’s perhaps a Good-time Girl and not a Good Girl? The former you just have fun with and the latter you settle down with. I’m looking for the latter; I have to keep that in mind.

Or am I being premature in my assessment of her? If so, then I’m probably equally guilty of being hasty in all matters with Busty Czech too, especially by agreeing to go on holiday with her during our second date. Sadly I don’t get the feeling that she’s The One. I really need to tie up that loose end because it’s preventing me from enjoying and treating The Saffa in the way that she deserves.

The Saffa comes up to see me in my town on the Wednesday as she has the afternoon off. I have no expectation or agenda for how today will turn out for us. I meet her at the train station and we go for lunch in the town, then she raids the charity shops. She only buys a few books and DVDs, being mindful of her limited living conditions. In the late afternoon at my place we watch a movie she bought.

As the movie ends I turn to her and say, “So what do you want to do next?”

The look in her eye is all the answer necessary.

We start having sex on my sofa, but after her first squealing orgasm we move proceedings to the bedroom. At one point she is riding me cowgirl-style and I am adoring her, thinking to myself for the first time that I could fall in love with her. She notices my expression and asks me what I was thinking.

“I’m thinking that I could fall in love with you,” I answer.

I can see her heart swell as she basks in the glory of my words. Her instantaneous smile masks her feelings. Not long afterwards she cums again, squealing her pretty little head off.

I still find it fascinating that a woman’s brain has to be turned on first before her body is. Is it the reverse for men, in that we have to enjoy sex with a woman before we fall in love with her? I’m inclined to say ‘no’ based on my experience with Baltic Babe. I was totally smitten with her before we got physical and still was enamoured after learning that she was a terrible lay.

The Saffa slumps down next to me, exhausted and panting. I get up and move her into position for doggy-style. My cock slides easily into her well-lubricated pussy and my head touches her cervix as she lets off a strangled sound of pain. Hers is the smallest vagina I have ever penetrated, but I think she has a pleasure/pain thing going on and enjoys my filling her up.

My hips go into overdrive and I fuck her as fast as I can for as long as I can. I stop for a few seconds to catch my breath and then go at it for even longer and even harder. All the frustration of the previous weeks was finding a physical outlet; this was angry sex. By my reckoning I was fucking like a man possessed for at least ten minutes. I’ve never fucked a woman so ferociously before.

“Jeez man, can we just take a break?” she asks, gasping for breath as she pulls free of my cock..

The Saffa rolls over onto her back and I see two red, parallel vertical lines, perfect streaks of blood about two inches long smeared onto my white duvet cover. I look at her breasts and see that the tips of her nipples are missing and blood is seeping from them.

I fucked her doggy-style for so long and so hard that her nipples have chafed on my duvet cover and started bleeding!

Yep, I have now fucked a woman so hard that I made her nipples bleed.

She notices the blood too and says, “Holy fuck!”

Without another word I go fetch a wet cloth and some plasters. We do what we can to remedy the bleeding nipples, laugh about it and take a break to get our breath back.

The Saffa seems to stay horny for long stretches at a time. Once she’s turned on, she stays turned on.

“I want to feel your cum in my pussy this time,” she says, catching me by surprise.

I smile and she resumes the doggy-style position, but this time making sure that her breasts are well clear of touching anything. What’s a guy to do but to fuck?

My erection hasn’t subsided much and it only takes a few thrusts in her surprisingly still-moist vagina for normal service to be resumed. By now I’m starting to get tired and don’t want her bleeding on everything, so I resolve to make myself cum as quickly as I know how.

I suck on a thumb and slowly slide it up her bum. The Saffa doesn’t make a sound or movement to even indicate recognition of what I’ve just done.

To help me over the line some naughty talk is required.

“Is this what you want?” I ask.

“Uh-huh,” she replies.

“Is this what you like?”

“Uh-huh,” she mutters.

“Is this what you need?”

“Jah,” she mumbles.

“Is this what you’re good for?”

“Uh, jah,” she says softly as the tip of my cock touches her cervix.

Seconds later she cums again with one of her characteristic high-pitched squeals that wouldn’t be noticed on a pig farm. Her sounds are cute and so much better than the screams of Busty Czech. Not since Krazy Girl have I encountered a cum-machine like her.

Not long afterwards the session ends with me cumming in her pussy au natural. She was asking for it and I was only too happy to oblige. She finished her period last week so I thought it safe to ejaculate in her. Her pussy and my cock are a good fit.

After some cuddling in the afterglow we’re both getting hungry, so I conjure up a quick meal. It’s getting late and she needs to return to her job. I walk her to the station to catch the 10pm train.

I don’t want her to go. Feeling this way about her tells me something; it spoke of her being who I want to be with. The way forward is now clear: I want The Saffa.

As I watch her train disappear into the darkness my post-coital negativity kicks in with the usual poignant questions. If she didn’t know about the existence of Busty Czech would any of this be happening? How different would her behaviour be? Am I seeing the real her? Is she using sex as a weapon to woo me?

For the first time since lunchtime I switch my phone on and I see that Busty Czech has called my four times and sent the following text message:

I’ve got something special planned for your birthday. :) xx

Ah, yes, my birthday. It’s next Monday and I’ve agreed to see Busty Czech this Saturday before then, followed by meeting The Saffa on Sunday.

I just have to say goodbye to Busty Czech on Saturday. I have to break another heart.

How is this going to turn out? I’m dreading it.

ACDC- You shook me all night long

Travel Gal surprises – Final part

It takes less than thirty seconds for Travel Gal to be lying on my sofa, her jeans and panties thrown to one side and I’m licking her clit. Her jumper I tossed aside and it landed near the dog which made him open his eyes and wriggle his eyebrows before resuming his slumber. Her blouse is unbuttoned and open, her bra is pushed up under chin. Travel Gal’s breasts are surprisingly large, as are her brown nipples. She’s put her hands behind her head, as if she’s about to do some sit-ups while her eyes are closed. Her minge is neatly trimmed in a Brazilian style so it’s easy for me to get to her clit with my tongue. Her pussy is moist as I slide a finger in there.

Good gracious, her pussy is cavernous. I can easily fit two fingers in. Has she been fucked recently? Did she have some fun on her business trip? Is she seeing someone else? Is she safe to fuck without a condom? These are the thoughts that race through my head as I slide a second finger into her vagina. I can easily cross these fingers inside this pussy, it’s that spacious.

With my fingers crossed as in the hoping for luck gesture I swivel them around in her while I lick and suck her clit. Her g-spot swells and with a bit of help from my fingers there she cums with an almighty squeal which makes the dog almost bump his head on the underneath of the table. Her wonderful breasts wobble like mounds of jelly as she shudders from the climax which lasts for almost ten seconds. Hmm, maybe she hasn’t been fucked lately. That orgasm has been stored up for quite some time.

I let go of everything and cuddle up beside her. Women’s clits become too sensitive to touch after an orgasm and many women feel a bit vulnerable so they feel the need for a cuddle. I’ve never been sure about what to say in this moment so I always just keep quiet and let the woman enjoy the moment.

“Wow, that was incredible. Where did you learn to do that? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” she finally says.

While her motor is still running is the time to get a woman to do what I want; that’s something else I’ve learned. I stand up in front of her, an unspoken invitation for her to undress me. She gets me hint and sits up on the sofa to start stripping me. As she does so I take the opportunity to grab hold of one of her breasts which feels perfect to the touch. They rival Krazy Girl’s boobs in the perfection stakes and I’m mindful of the fact that Travel Gal is almost fifteen years older. Age does not prohibit sexiness.

“You’ve kept these well hidden,” I say.

“I’ve learned to. I don’t like people staring at them. Some women can be very jealous,” she replies as she unbuckles my belt and drops my jeans to the ground.

Now I’m standing in just my underpants and socks. I’m expecting her to tell me to take my socks off before she drops my jocks and starts playing with my cock. I’m sporting a massive erection now and the tip of my penis is sticking out of the top of my undies. Surely she can see how big it is and now wants to see it and play with it? How will she look with my cock in her mouth? Does she know how to give a decent blowjob? I bet she does.

Travel Gal runs her hands up and down my body, feeling my muscles, slowly working her way down to my waist. Ah, she’s taking her time about it; she likes to build the anticipation. Oh, here we go, she’s just put her hands on my underpants. My cock is going to spring free. What will her reaction be? Will she stop for a second to have a good look at it, like so many other women have? Will she pull the foreskin back and lick the tip first, like most women have done? Or will she just close her eyes and take it in her mouth, first sucking slowly before building to a frenzy?

“No, he can stay right there,” she says, patting my hips before pushing herself back onto the sofa.

What the fuck?! What the hell’s going on here? No woman has refused to pull my cock out before. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I’m not going to say anything. Maybe she’s now feeling guilty and remorseful about what has just happened between us and is trying to reclaim some dignity. If that’s the case then I need to slow things down before speeding them up again. I’m turned on and want to cum too. Maybe she needs more coaxing of the orgasmic kind?

I reach down and grip her heels, pull her legs up towards me and splay her legs open on the footstool in front of the sofa. Again I get down to give her some finger-licking that a fast food chain didn’t think of when they came up with their slogan. Again it doesn’t take too long before she has a squealing orgasm. I was expecting it to take much longer, but as my first time with Tech Titan and some other women has taught me, if a woman hasn’t had it in a while then when it can cum out, it does so in a flood.

I am intrigued by her sit-ups-ready pose, as if she’s also trying to hide her face. Is she one of those people who finds sex shameful, a by-product of an overly-religious upbringing? She keeps her eyes closed the whole time, as if she’s in denial. I find myself wondering if I have another Teacher Gal on my hands (literally) who has issues about sex?

Once again I cuddle with her before standing up in front of her, now almost demanding my own satisfaction. I’m getting a little frustrated and impatient. My balls are on fire. My baby-batter wants to breathe.

“Don’t you want to play with him?” I ask, pointing to my penis, thinking she needs a little help getting over the line.

“No, not today,” she answers.

In less than a second my rock-hard erection goes limp and flaccid. What…The…Fuck?!

Okay, this is new. I decide to relax. I can’t force her to do something that she doesn’t want to do. I lie down next to her, trying my hardest to hide my displeasure. What kind of woman lets a man get all turned on and then spurns him?

Just then I notice that her dog is looking as us; his face serious. Her last climax must have woken him. His eyes dart from me to her. Is he annoyed about being woken up? Does he think I’m attacking her and her needs to defend her? Does he want to join in?

“Have you ever let him lick your pussy?” I ask her.

To this day I do not know where that question came from.

“No. I’ve never even done it in front of him,” she says.

Her tone of voice must soothe him as the dog drops his jaw to the floor, puffs his cheeks once and goes back to sleep. I notice that he’s been shedding a lot of his black hair on my cream carpet. That’s going to take some time to clean up.

Travel Gal and I lie wrapped up under a throw, watching more Californication. The worlds’ greatest marital aid prevents me from saying something I might regret. I sit there trying to figure out what her issue is. I don’t want to seem clingy and insecure, so I decide not to ask. There’s no rush after all. I wasn’t wanting things to be like this today anyway, but here we are. Just have to make the best of it.

A couple of hours go by before even I think it’s time she head back to her part of the country. It’s no surprise to me when she says, “I have to work tomorrow, so I need to get going, I’m afraid.”

“No problem. I understand,” is the best I can say. I wasn’t expecting her to spend the night.

“Thank you for everything. Next weekend at mine?” she proffers.

“Yes, it’s a plan,” I instantly say, without thinking.

Travel Gal gets dressed, wakes the dog and I help her put the leather coat on. I walk her to her car and we enjoy a sweet, lingering kiss before she and her faithful companion disappear into the dark of the world.

Why did that just happen? I’ve heard it said that Xmas and New Year’s makes people do things that they ordinarily wouldn’t. I don’t think that that’s the case here. I’m in a particular frame of mind that some might call confused and others desperate. I call it ‘transition’. Maybe she is too? Whatever she’s thinking and feeling I want to find out.

Dan Fogelberg – Same Old Lang Syne

Urgent sex

I know she won’t be on the scene for long so I have a small window of opportunity to do as I please with her. I especially want to get video footage of me fucking her in the arse; images to complement my memories of our only anal encounter. Pretty Teacher’s bewildering attitude on our last date has left me in a tailspin where she is concerned. It feels like we’ve hit an invisible wall, so indulging in the best sex I’ve ever known is relatively guilt-free, a bit like a diet cola.

At 9am Krazy Girl is at my front door. She is very well dressed, wearing heavy make-up, as if she is going to a job interview. Is that the lie she told her parents so that she can use her father’s car so early in the morning? Probably, but it doesn’t matter, because she is here to get her holes drilled by my cock and I’m looking forward to obliging her. She is still the best fuck of my life, so I know it’s going to be good.

We greet politely, but no kiss. She comes inside as if she belongs in my home, takes her jacket off and goes to my hallway cupboard where my Winter gear is kept. She remembers well and in a very familiar fashion, as if she has done it countless times, hangs her jacket up. As she does this I’m looking at her body, noticing that she seems to have put some weight on. Her tits are going to be even bigger than before, more than an e-cup now, I think to myself. I know not to get into a serious conversation with her because all I’ll get in return is emotional vomit.

Krazy Girl starts saying something trivial as I step forward to give her one of my slow, gentle kisses that make her knees go weak and her pussy get wet. I cup her face with my hands and keep my lips on hers, as gently as I can, teasing with them, waiting for her to start using her tongue which I know is the signal that she is getting turned on.

She really is horny because it is only a matter of seconds before her slippery little tongue is in my mouth, searching for my tongue. I feel her body rise as she stands on the tips of her toes, our tongues entwining, her breathing growing faster, faster than my cock is hardening. I had almost forgotten how our kissing turned even me on, almost as much as it did her. It’s rare for kisses to have that effect on me.

I drop my hands from her face and slide them down her body, being careful not to touch her breasts. As much as she likes me playing with them, I wanted to build the anticipation in her body, even in excess of what is obvioulsy already there. She can’t have been fucked in a while, given the noises she is letting off, but I have no doubt that a horny little slut like her has been with at least one other guy after me, if not more. She needs sex more than I do; I’ve never met a woman with a sex-drive like hers.

Perhaps since me she has taken on two or more cocks at once – taking a ‘dp’ (double penetration), one cock in her pussy and another in her arse at the same time. Perhaps she had been ‘airtight’ – a ‘dp’ with a third cock in her mouth. I could just see her saying “naughty”, her code word for enjoyment, as all three cocks started cumming in all her holes at the same time. Yes, she’d enjoy that, feeling hot cum in her mouth, pussy and arse at the same time, as it started to drip out, especially out of her gaping arse. The arse that I already had once before the pleasure of fucking until she couldn’t take it any more.

Her innocent Good-Girl routine doesn’t impress me any more, I know what she’s about. I’m not labouring under any illusion that this is the start of a new romantic liaison between us; this is just sex. Frenetic, impulsive, unfettered, urgent sex. That’s all she wants and that’s all she has to offer. In her current emotional state it’s all she’s good for.

In the blink of an eye we’re in my lounge. Krazy Girl is on her haunches, her back is resting against the rear of my sofa and my cock is in her mouth. I’ve never seen a woman get my cock out and start sucking on it so quickly. Has she been thinking about this moment?

“Have you missed my cock?” I ask.

“Yes, and this time I’m not trading him in,” she says before swallowing as much of my cock as her mouth can take.

That remark confirms to me that earlier in the year, when we had first met, there was another man on the scene and she chose to run with him. The truth always comes out, usually at the worst opportune time and anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool. Krazy Girl is such a fool, but for the next little while, she’s my fool.

“Lie on the sofa,” she instructs.

It’s not normal in my world for a woman to take the lead in the proverbial bedroom, but with Krazy Girl I don’t mind because I’m keen and curious to know what she has planned. For a woman ten years my junior she has skills, skills that I don’t want to think about how and where she got them.

I do as I’m told while Krazy Girl stands in front me, undressing herself with an almost evil look on her face. A disturbingly demonic look in her eyes makes me wonder what she’s thinking. She strips down to a sultry black bra and panties with suspenders holding her black pantihose just above the knee. She looks stunning. She is easily the most sensual, desirable woman I have ever seen in the flesh. Yes, she’s carrying a bit more weight than six months ago when I last fucked her, but she’s still totally sexy!

“Wait, I want to film this,” I say, beginning to get up, my cock flopping out of my trousers.

“No, we’re not doing anything like that! You just lie back!” she barks.

I’m not about to get into an argument when I have all this on offer. I know what’s good for me, so I lie back. I have to forget about videoing anything; my memory will have to suffice.

Krazy Girl pulls her panties aside as she straddles me, slowly lowering her pussy onto my cock that she expertly grabs. She’s still got that strange look in her eyes, as if this is the most important thing she has ever done. Her pussy is gloriously warm and wet as she slides onto my dick. She lets off a satisfied gasp and throws her head back. Krazy Girl closes her eyes, swallows hard, then raises her head and looks me in the eye again. Slowly she starts lifting and lowering herself onto my cock, biting her lower lip painfully as she does so.

We don’t talk because we don’t need to; our bodies are doing the talking. I decide to let my fingers do the walking, so I reach up and pull her bra straps down onto her puny biceps. I let them dangle there for a moment as I take in the sight that is Krazy Girl enthralled on my cock. She was dickmatized: only interested in what my cock could do for her. Anything I said or did would be irrelevant or irritating. All she wants is my cock. It’s as simple as that.

I reach up and pull her bra-cups down, letting her perfect breasts tumble out. Cupping them with my warm hands makes Krazy Girl let off an approving sound. It is chilly November and I am unusually warm-blooded; several women have enjoyed sleeping next to me…so that they can defrost their feet.

Krazy girl starts speeding up her motion and lowers herself totally onto my crotch area. I’m still fully dressed, how is my belt and zipper not hurting her? Maybe they are and she likes it? She does have a pleasure-pain thing going on in that mixed up head of hers. She grinds her pussy down onto me, letting my cock fill her up. Again she closes her eyes in satisfaction.

A little over a week ago Pretty Teacher and I were fucking on this fabric sofa. I haven’t had a chance to wash the covers yet. Will Krazy Girl notice any hint of my cum and another woman’s pussy juices? I surreptitiously start scanning for stains on the material. What if she notices some? Is there a smell?

“Take me on the floor,” she suddenly says, getting up off me.

I have a mixed feeling of relief from the stains now becoming a non-issue while at the same time experiencing a sense of deja vu. The very first time Krazy Girl and I got intimate involved us doing it on the floor. I’m not going to quibble. Carpet burns is a small price to pay for the best lay ever.

In a split second I quickly undress and we’re on the floor making the beast with two backs. What is it about women loving having me on top of them? They must like how it feels. In Krazy Girl’s case I think it’s the yin-yang of domination followed by submission. She wants to feel all powerful at first, but then secretly wants to be overpowered. I wonder if she has rape fantasies? I’ll ask some other time, if there ever is one.

There is no better way to put this: our bodies were made for each other. She feels perfect. She looks perfect. Such a damn shame that she’s all messed up in the head and heart. We could have been so good together. I don’t think there’s enough time to fix what might never be fixable. Lusty Lass is still prattling on about her divorce five years after the fact, but her ex-husband was nowhere near as much a mean bastard as Krazy Girl’s was. Her damage might be lasting the rest of her life.

I can feel that I’m getting closer to cumming; it’s way too soon. I pull out of her and start playing with her clit and g-spot. Her eyes are wide in disbelief at what I’m making her feel. Her pussy is tight and I surmise that she hasn’t been fucked in a while. Fuckit, I have to know and I don’t care if she gets upset. I’m not counting on seeing her again after today.

“When last did you have a cock in you?” I ask.

“I saw someone briefly in July,” she answers instantly.

I don’t believe her. She likes sex too much. There’s no way she can go months without it. That’s when it dawns on me that I’m in danger again by fucking her without a condom. One of these days I’m going to pay the price for that.

Krazy Girl starts to writhe and squirm on my lounge floor. Her g-spot has swollen and her pussy is a fountain of lubricating juices. She’s getting closer to cumming. I keep making that ‘come hither’ motion with my finger on her g-spot while running two fingers up and down either side of her clitoris with my other hand. The latter move is, as I discovered earlier in the year, what slowly sends her over the edge.

There’s a series of squelching sounds before ‘squirt-squirt-squirt’ as she ejaculates into the palm of my hand that is fingering her g-spot. She lets off a mixture of a screaming orgasm, a shocked gasp and a sound of embarrassment. I’ve never had a woman have a strong squirting orgasm like that before…and it’s fabulous.

I go wash my hands in the bathroom and return to her. Krazy Girl is still sprawled on the floor, in a daze of sorts. She looks lovely lying there like that, all feminine and vulnerable..and totally fuckable. I bend over, slide my arms under her and pick her up. She instinctively throws her arms around my neck and shoulders, just like Delicate Flower did when I bedded her.

I’m getting too old for carpet burns and cleaning semen off my rugs; to the bedroom I take her. Lying on top of her, my cock buried deep in her pussy, pressing against her cervix, feels like where I belong. I do as Mother Nature intended and, I must confess, I don’t give a damn what Krazy Girl is thinking or feeling. I can’t allow myself the dangerous luxury of becoming emotionally connected to her. I’ve been down that road with her and it’s the Highway to Emotional Hell. I try to learn from my mistakes, after all, they are lessons in disguise. There really is no need to pay twice unless you like the learning part so much.

It doesn’t take too long before I have to cum. I manage to pull out just in time and feed my cock to Krazy Girl who happily swallows my load. She has never shown any resistance to swallowing my cum and I think she might even look forward to it. Does it make her feel used and powerless? Is this act an emotional release for her?

We lie cuddling without speaking for what feels like a blissful eternity before she gets up and goes to the bathroom, grabbing her handbag left in the hallway. She returns a few minutes later, all dressed with her smudged make-up rectified. Only then do I realize that it is approaching noon. Fucking time flies by.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to dash,” she says.

“If you wait a minute I’ll get dressed and walk you to your car,” I say.

“No, there’s no need. I know my way out,” she replies and leaves, pulling the front door closed behind her.

As quickly as she had arrived, devoid of pleasantries or chit-chat, she departed.

I don’t expect to hear from her again…unless her need is urgent.

Foreigner – Urgent

Booty duty

There’s a sexual moon overhead as I arrive at my Exgf’s place – what used to be my home too – and we immediately go upstairs to her bedroom. This is a booty call; why waste time? The bedding is disturbed, her laptop is playing a porn movie, her vibrators are lying on the fitted sheet. The familiar smell of her pussy juices lingers in the air.

“I’ve got started without you,” she says slyly, letting her robe drop to the ground and revealing her naked body. She throws herself back onto the bed and spreads her legs, showing me a freshly shaved pussy. She’s been thinking about this; I know her.

“Well, don’t let me stop you. Carry on as you were. Show me what you’ve been doing,” I respond, wondering if she will or if she has something else in mind.

My Exgf slides the bigger vibrator inside her pussy and stares at the laptop screen, occasionally darting her eyes towards me, then reverting them to whatever she’s watching. I can’t see the screen and I don’t care. I’m more turned on by the fact that we’re doing this; it’s so far removed from what we used to do as a couple. I find this bizarrely refreshing, her lying there putting on a show for me.

“Take me on my mother’s bed,” she says after a minute as I hear a climax being shrieked on the computer.

The kinky fucking slut that I had read of in her sordid diaries was now coming out to play. I liked it for it’s honesty, finally and for the endless possibilities that it suggested.

We walk to her mother’s bedroom and she gets on the bed with her knees without us saying another word or even looking at each other. She falls forward and rests her elbows on the bed, her backside facing me. I grip each butt-cheek and pull them apart, exposing her pussy and arsehole. I take a good look at the holes that so many other cocks have fucked and cum in. All sorts of shapes, lengths and thickness of cock had been in there, pleasured themselves for as long as it took, for as long as they wanted, before pumping and squirting their hot, sticky, smelly cum in there. She would just lie, sit or stand there as they used her; she must have liked it because she did it so fucking often, sometimes with two cocks in one day.

A sense of anger warms my blood further as I unzip my trousers and take my erect cock out. I step forward and ram my cock into her pussy. She likes it rough and hard, she always did. Having read her diaries and knowing just how many cocks have fucked her pussy, I realized that she had, literally, a loose pussy and that my above-average sized cock filled her. She always said that she liked my cock, now I knew why; her cunt had been stretched by all sorts of dicks and only a big cock would do.

As I jam my cock as deep as it can go into her, I imagine all the guys who had fucked her standing around us, naked and with their dicks in their hands, playing with themselves to get hard, waiting for their turn to fuck her again. They couldn’t all fit in the room, in fact, they would fill every room in the whole house and would be forming a line at the front door stretching out into the street. They would be standing in public, naked and wanking. A passerby would ask, “What are you guys are waiting for?” and in unison they would answer, “We’re waiting to fuck the big-titted slut!”

The thought of this scene makes me angry. My soul still demands vengeance for her deceit, to punish her for being what she was, to punish her for what she had done to me!

Never before had I put anything in her arse because I knew that she would have freaked out, but today, under these circumstances I just didn’t care – I wanted my revenge.

I sucked on my thumb just like I had with all the other girls and put it squarely on her butthole, then started to make small concentric movements around it.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she hisses.

In my frame of mind in that moment her words serve as encouragement to me. I gently push my thumb into her arse. I expect her back to arch, her legs to close, trapping my cock momentarily as she jumps away from me. Instead she doesn’t move; her back sinks lower and she lets out a little “ugh” sound as my thumb pushes past the outer wall of resistance of her anus. It pops into the soft wilderness of her arse where no part of me had ever been before. She doesn’t say another word.

I continue fucking her, all the while enjoying the novelty of having my thumb deep in her arse, relishing this new experience. I look down, watching her tits bouncing around as I slam into her. That repetitive “slap-slap” sound as my thighs collide with her butt-cheeks is all that is to be heard. I notice her hands clenching the duvet cover, just like Tech Titan did when I fucked her in the arse. Memories of that experience make my cock harden even more and Exgf lets off a satisfied grunt. She loves having a big cock deep in her. Being ‘On the Hook’ must add something to it for her.

“Is this what you like?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Is this what you need?”

“Yes.”

“Is this what you want?” I ask, thrusting my thumb as deep in her arse as it could go.

“Yes.”

“Is this what you’re good for?”

There’s a moment’s hesitation, then she says “Yes”.

Like that I took all the power in our relationship, whatever that was.

I just didn’t give a damn any more about what she thought and felt. She had shown a flagrant, callous disregard for me and my feelings; she deserved the same in exchange. I was going to treat her like the good-for-nothing unpaid whore that she was. I was going to get my fill and more. I was going to do to her anything that I wanted and if she couldn’t take it any more then so be it. I was going to use her for as long as I could. I didn’t need her for anything; she now realized that she needed me. The power was all mine.

How far was she willing to go to appease me? Just what was she willing to do to satisfy me? What could I get her to do that she never would have before? Could I get her to do all those things with me that I had read about her doing in her sex diaries? Would she let me fuck her in the arse, the ultimate act of submission? I want to find out.

I think her build-up before my arrival plus what I was doing to her had a cumulative effect of her bucking like a bronco as she came. I keep my thumb and cock jammed in her holes as the climactic waves cause her body to jump. It’s a sight I’ll never forget.

The encounter isn’t over though; I want to cum too and damn it, I’m going to!

“Don’t you move,” I order her. She complies.

I proceed to fuck her while keeping my thumb stuck in her butt, which feels surprising wet. She might even be enjoying this; I am.

I’m learning that there’s ‘making love’ and then there’s ‘sex’. The former is sweet, affectionate and caring, characterised by respect and consideration. The latter is raw, unaffectionate, selfish, disrespectful and sometimes demeaning. It’s this latter aspect that I find the most interesting because it hints at various things, but to my mind, it revolves around power. I think that many men get a mental kick out of dominating a woman physically, it’s an ego-boost thing especially in the lesser-thinkers. For some men it’s that transference of power that it’s all about. Having a woman surrender physically and then allowing him to do as he pleases with her has very little do with love. It is submission and domination, plain and simple. This is what my experiences with fuckbuddies has shown me. That is what I was doing with my Exgf.

I have learned that most women want a man who is not afraid to dominate them physically, a man who has the backbone to assert himself over her. I suspect that this phenomenon is a multi-faceted thing. From the women I’ve had sex with it is clear that they want the man to take the lead, to initiate and see things through to whatever he wishes. Women then reserve the right to assign a degree of satisfaction over his efforts, such as “that was alright”, or “not bad” or “gawd, that was great” or “you’re a great lay”. I’ve always thought “where did you learn to do that?” to be a bit ambiguous though.

Some women want dastardly or unsavoury things done to them, borne out of self-esteem issues it appears. They want to be defiled and then to blame it all on the man for being some kind of pervert. Secretly they enjoy being slightly abused because it’s naughty and exciting, but they never want to feel raped. It’s a fine line and men should take the time to find out what their lover’s fantasies are, then work towards them in a non-judgemental fashion. Once achieved it would be under the guise of fairness that his fantasies are indulged. Ladies should always cum first.

My own build-up started in the afternoon with Cat Lady. By the end of the massage that I gave her I had a raging hard-on and I’ve been horny since then. Seeing my Exgf playing with herself brought it back witin seconds and now my cock is buried deep in her pussy…and it feels good. It seems that her orgasm has lead to her pussy tightening around my cock. I love it when that happens; it’s another reason why a man should make his woman cum first. It doesn’t always happen but when it does, it feels damn good, like her pussy was made for his cock, irrespective of his size.

I decide quickly how I’m going to cum.

“Now you keep still because I’m going to cum on your back,” I instruct.

Her silent acquiescence feeds my ego-trip and it’s the last impetus required for me to blow my load. As always I’m not using a rubber on her. I reckon it’s a safe bet because I believe her when she says that she’s not been with anybody else since I left her. I have the self-control to pull out, something that I know other men struggle with, given what other women have told me. My self-control is driven by a life-long fear of getting a woman pregnant.

My hips take on a life of their own and I can feel something moving from my testicles up through my shaft. It’s time to pull out and as I do so I let go of her hip and pull my thumb out of her bum, then use the clean hand to direct my cock up the centre of her back, all in one quick movement.

Sperm flies out of the tip of my swollen cock and lands haphazardly over her lower back as more clumps join the first eager batch. My Exgf lets off a sound that I can’t make sense of because I’m concentrating on tugging on the end of my penis to make sure that every drop in my sac lands on her.

She remains stationary, unflinching as I move slightly back to catch my breath. As I do so I take in a mental picture for my memory bank. Her submission is total, her compliance unquestioned. I can’t recall her ever being so submissive before. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. It’s a bit like being a kid wanting a toy for Xmas and when he gets it, the moment quickly wears off.

My Exgf breaks the spell by climbing off the bed and announcing, “I’m going to shower now. You’re welcome to join me.”

I do so and we hardly speak in the shower, save for a few neutral words about our work situations. Without her offering or my asking we climb into bed together, just like we used to and fall asleep together. We don’t talk about what just happened and it suits me.

We both knew that this wasn’t love, but what she thought was lust, was revenge in disguise.

With notions of deceit and it’s inevitable punishment – revenge – in my head, I fall asleep thinking of my upcoming encounter with The Irish Cougar.

Chris Isaak – Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing

Chocolate sex – Final part

I watch in stunned curious fascination as she slowly pushes the small vibrator up her arse. Her anus stretches wider as she pushes the thicker part of the vibe deeper up her butt. She’s still breathing deeply and is keeping her eyes fixed on me. Fuck, this is hot!

During our relationship if I as much as accidentally touched her arsehole with my cock or finger, she would freak out. It was only during our last year together did I learn of her regularly taking herself off for a colonic irrigation, self-administered she hastened to add. She now knows that I’m aware of her having done anal sex with another guy. All the pretence on her part of disapproving of anything anal-related has evaporated. In her desire to win me back she must be thinking that doing novel sexual things with me will show me what I’m missing and I’ll turn into a rampant sex-crazed zombie who will mindlessly fall into her clutches…or pussy. Those immortal words of “women use sex to get what they want,” rings in my heads – the upper and lower one.

The vibe is halfway gone up her bum when she says to me, “You hold that in place for me while I use the other one.”

I don’t need retelling and I grip the base of the vibe in her arse with my index finger and thumb, wondering when I can turn it on. My Exgf takes the larger vibrator, one we had chosen together for a giggle in a sex shop in central London just before our last happy Christmas together, sucks on it and slides it up her pussy. She uses it as a regular dildo for a minute, rhythmically sliding it in and out of her slippery pussy, then switches it on with all the flashing lights, angry growling sound and increasing heat that it can muster.

She throws her head back and drifts off to her private universe populated by only what she can imagine and remember. Despite the awesome sight before me, I feel superfluous to requirements here but marvel at the fact that we never did anything like this when we were together. Seeing as she’s in a giving mindset nowadays, let’s see how far I can push things…literally.

I start applying a little pressure to the base of the small vibrator stuck up her arse and it slowly starts to move deeper, but she doesn’t object or perhaps even notice. After her explosive clitoral orgasm I guess that having these things in her are just heightening the sensation in her body.

It doesn’t take long before I have pushed the small vibe so deep in her butt that only enough of the base is sticking out for me to be able to retract it. The sight of this is mind-blowing to me while my Exgf is somewhere far away from me. In a moment of naughtiness I turn the dial on that is the bottom of the base and it instantly results in my Exgf starting to move her hips, that sign that she is getting closer to cumming.

I can only guess that it is the combined effect of a the vibrator in her arse being close to the much bigger vibrator in her pussy that leads to her cumming again, this time it’s a vaginal orgasm or might even be an assgasm, perhaps even both at the same time. Her hips are pumping up and down in the air just before she cums and I wonder if she’s going to shit the small vibe straight out her arse.

“Fuck, take it out my arse,” she gasps and I immediately comply. I don’t want to hurt her and I’m in unfamiliar territory now.

Sitting back on my haunches in front of her I watch as she yanks the bigger vibe out of her pussy, catches her breath and calms herself. She still has her legs spread and her pussy towards my face.

“Take that Mars bar out of its wrapper and put it halfway in my pussy,?” she says.

What?! Okay, but what the hell now?

The Mars bar slides easily into her and I slowly move it backwards and forwards in her, thinking that this is what she wanted. No, she has other ideas.

“I want to watch you sucking on the half sticking out before eating it,” she says.

Er, but what the fuck?!

This is no time to squabble, I say to myself and I do as she says. I’ll give her this for now, as long as I get more of what I want.

Sucking on the chocolate bar is not the worst thing I’ve done; I’m not sure what that might be, but I’m not going to think of it. This obvious phallic act must be a turn-on for her, perhaps some long-cherished fantasy that no other lover entertained. It’s this thought of other men with her that makes me stop licking and sucking the Mars bar and start eating it, piece by piece until only enough is sticking out for me to grip it. An idea comes to me and I carefully the chocolate bar out of her pussy…and feed it to her, which she does with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

Once it’s gone, she says, “Okay, now you can fuck me.”

I slide my cock into her chocolate-lined pussy and it feels different. It is a wonderful mix of her pussy juices and a gritty substance that adds a bit of friction. I guess she could feel it too and I think we both liked how it felt. We fucked in missionary position on the leather sofa that we had chosen together and struggled to get into the lounge. The sofa was a tight fit as was my cock ramming rhythmically into her. She felt good and it dawned on me that we had rarely fucked on this sofa. Her OCD would kick in and she’d complain about having to wipe it clean. As I fucked her I wondered what she would say if she saw the mess left of my fabric sofa after all the other women that I had lubricated on it.

The thought of her watching me as I fucked other women in front of her was a turn-on for me in that moment, too much of a turn-on. I think the emotions of uncertainty that I felt before seeing her plus the novelty of the naughtiness we had just perpetrated together mixed with the sensation of her chocolate cunt to conspire to make me want to cum far sooner than what I would have liked. I pulled my cock out knowing that some pre-cum must have shot into her, but that couldn’t be helped. I quickly raise my hips towards her face and she grips my cock as it nears her chin. She starts wanking me off, I look down and see her hands around my shaft which is a strange colour from the chocolate that has mixed with her pussy juices and stuck to it. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, wanting to catch some of my baby batter in her mouth, but I’m too far away and cum starts spurting out onto her wobbling tits.

I’m more interested in this sight under me than my orgasm. The latter can take care of itself, I’m more fascinated with the sight of her lustfully trying to taste my cum which is dripping out of my cock and on her breasts which she could reach with her tongue. Squirting abates and I sit upright on the sofa, facing her, looking at my deposit on her chest. With a finger she scoops some of it and puts the finger in her mouth, making a show of enjoying it. I slide a finger in her pussy, collect some of the sticky, gritty substance that is the chocolate in her and bring that to her mouth, stopping short of feeding her. She crooks her neck more and sucks on my sticky finger. Damn, that’s hot!

I don’t know why, but in that moment it dawns on me that not once did she apologize for her being dishonest with me over the course of our relationship. Not once did she say ‘sorry’ for spying on me for almost the entirety that we were together. In her world ‘sorry’ is indeed the hardest word.

Am I going to feel sorry for what I am doing to her now? I don’t think so. There is a side to me that few people seem to understand. If someone deceives, mistreats or shows me gross disrespect, I take that as a declaration of war between us. Outright war in which the gloves come off and there will only be one victor, almost always it has been me, because I am willing and able to go one step further than the next person to achieve dominance.

In this dangerous game between my Exgf and I, our victory conditions are quite different. My objective is to have as much debauched sex with her, making her submit to my every whim, be my reluctant sex slave. I’ll feel better about ‘us’ once I have humiliated her. I aim to achieve that with as little effort and cost as possible. Her objective is to win me back, for us to try and be the couple we once were. For once her intent is more noble than mine; ironic isn’t it? Fortunately I know that there is absolutely no hope of me developing positive feelings for her. My only challenge is to have this adventure end as positively as possible without her doing any damage to me. I’m not 100% sure how I’m going to do that. I reckon she’ll eventually realise that there is never going to be an ‘us’ again, or one of us meet someone new. Time will tell.

Until then I’m also not sure who’s fooling who here. We’re both pretending, but which one is the bigger pretender?

The Pretender – Foo Fighters

Chocolate sex

My Exgf and I had come to an understanding that we would see each other until one of us decided otherwise, but we were free to go on dates with other people. Another proviso was that if we slept with anyone else the other had to be told. I suggested these terms expecting her to reject them, but to my surprise she agreed. My fragmenting sense of honour dictated that I tell her of The Wanderer now that it is over. My brief dalliance with my Exgf could now end quicker than it started.

I’m horny as all hell and my heart is filled with dark, dangerous desires towards my Exgf. I’m learning that foreplay is largely turning a woman’s brain on, so I have peppered my Exgf with risque text messages over the course of the week. By the time I get to her place on Friday night (which is still half my place because of the money I have tied up in it) her answering the door in trashy high-heels, a black leather mini-skirt and a cut-off white t-shirt that hinted at her braless breasts underneath told me that she was ready to fuck.

After a bit of polite banter I feel compelled to break my news about The Wanderer, not because I want to hurt her feelings but I still feel obliged to live up to my words. My Exgf is surprised, visibly shaken but thanks me for my honesty. I think she’s a little angry too, but she isn’t saying much. I don’t know whether I should leave now but decide to take the initiative, reasoning that she was probably quite horny by the time I got here, so if I can invoke that feeling again then all might be forgiven. I’ve got nothing to lose.

I slowly walk up to her as she sits on a high stool in the kitchen. Maintaining eye contact I place a hand on her thigh and her back gives a little jolt at my touch. She’s either going to tell me to fuck off or slap me in the face. Still looking me in the eye she opens her legs slightly. Trying not to show my surprise I grip her thigh gently, release the flesh and glide my flat hand up her thigh, my hand slips under her skirt and she opens her legs more. We don’t speak as I do the same with my other hand. She opens her legs as much as she can.

Without a word between us being necessary I know exactly what she wants, what she likes. I slide a hand between her legs to feel a freshly clean-shaven vagina. She only shaves when she wants a good licking because she can feel more then. The thought of me eating her out is perhaps stronger than whatever she felt about my news of another woman. I run my middle finger down her slit and she’s dripping wet. Has the thought of another woman sucking my cock turned her on? Does the thought of me fucking another woman turn her on? In her imagination can she hear me roar as I pump cum into another woman’s pussy?

My Exgf leans back against the wall and her breathing accelerates as I stroke her clitoris. Her mouth opens slightly and her green eyes are on fire. I slide a finger into her pussy and she gasps, but keeps her back against the wall. Her pussy is a pond of feminine lust and I know that she loves being fingered. I have a theory that she enjoys it because it was her first sexual experience. As a nine year-old girl a strange old man briefly put his hand in her knickers. It was obviously a shocking and traumatic event in her life but I suspect that its legacy is that that moment is her strongest sexual feeling, her sexual anchor that in a fucked -up way turns her on. All those convoluted, conflicted feelings in her when a guy puts his hand between her legs does something for her. I can only but imagine that feeling like a helpless innocent little girl again turns her on.

With my free hand I push her flimsy t-shirt up over her breasts and take one of them in my mouth, which makes her gasp again and close her eyes. She keeps a hand on the worktop for balance as I finger her and suck on her breasts. I realise that we’re in a well-lit kitchen and it’s dark outside. If the neighbours are in their kitchen and standing in a particular spot that they can see us. (She was to tell me later that exactly that had happened.)

“Um, let’s go to the bedroom. People might see us here,” I suggest.

“No, let’s go to the lounge. I have something waiting,” she says, opening her eyes and giving me a naughty smile.

Whatever has she got in mind? Well, at least I’m correct in knowing how to read her. She never could resist a bit of fingering, but what has she got in mind? Who’s playing who here?

“Wait. Sit on the stairs there,” I say, pointing to the stairs that leads to the bedrooms and bathroom above us.

She complies, seating herself on the plush carpeting that I paid for shortly before discovering her deceptions.

“Open your legs for me. Show me your pussy,” I instruct.

She complies, opening her legs as wide as she can, her knees touching the walls to either side.

“Push your top up and lean back,” I say.

She obeys, rests her elbows on the stairs next to her shoulders and smiles at me. She makes for quite a sexy sight, sitting there like that, wearing trashy fuck-me shoes, her legs wide apart, her shaved pussy on display, her large breasts hanging free, their brownish nipples large and semi-erect. When we were together she would never have indulged me like this, despite my occasionally coaxing. Now she’s willing to do anything I tell her to, but for how much longer?

I step closer to her and slide two fingers up her pussy. She lets off her usual “Ugh!” sound and throws her head back. Within seconds I’m stroking her g-spot, making that come-hither motion with my fingers and I feel that spot swelling. After about a minute I’m vigorously rubbing two fingers in her pussy against that curious fleshy spot. I’m going so fast that I’m making her tits wobble; I do love that sight. It’s too soon to make her cum though.

“Right, enough of that. Show me what you have in mind,” I say, trying to conceal any trepidation I feel, as I withdraw my sticky fingers out of her.

She pulls the pointless t-shirt over her head and leaves it on the stairs as she leads me to the lounge. On a side-table next to the massive leather sofa that dominates the room is two vibrators, one of them small and a Mars bar.

“I want to you to go down on me,” she says, slouching back on the sofa, spreading her legs, presenting her pussy to me.

“Then what?” I ask, realizing that I’m not in control of this situation any more.

“You’ll see,” is all she says as she kicks her shoes off and now decides to take her skirt off, wriggling out of it.

This kind of works for me. I like being fully clothed and having a naked woman in front of me. There’s a naughtiness to it that I like, but at the same time there’s a sweet innocence about it, even a touch of honesty.

I get down on my knees and begin my praying at the altar that is her vagina. It makes me uncomfortable to think of how many other mouths and tongues have been where mine are now. After a five year relationship, if I was to have caught anything off her I would have by now. I continue my lips service knowing, expecting that there will be some kind of pay-off for me. Having spelled out the alphabet with my tongue once I do what I know works; I slide two fingers into her pussy and play with her g-spot while licking her clit, spelling out the alphabet for a second time. I get to ‘p’ when she finally cums, arching her back, her hips shuddering followed by the almost predictable “Oh my gawd!”

She was always a slow cummer and I can count on my one hand the number of times that I made her cum vaginally with my cock. I think she had such a mental block against falling pregnant that she never allowed herself to relax enough to let that happen. I know that the majority of women only cum via the clit, but if a woman can cum from fingering (like my Exgf) then vaginal is obviously possible. So much of the sexual experience is in a woman’s head, but I never got to unlock my Exgf’s brain.

I push myself back and watch her panting, eventually she takes a big gulp of air and rejoins my reality. I think I know what’s going to happen next. During the week one of the suggestive text messages I sent her said that I wanted to see her using two vibrators on herself. Was she about to do that for me?

Without a word she spreads her legs wide open, raises her hips, takes the smaller vibrator, sucks on it and then places it at her butthole. She’s not going to do what I think she’s going to do, is she? My provocative suggestion in my mind involved her using one vibe in her pussy and the other on her clit.

To be continued…