I phone The Cockaholic late in the morning and she sounds upbeat. Although her flight only got in at 1am, she is keen to see me. I need to get to the bottom of whether or not she was with her mother on her trip, or with some other guy or an ex-boyfriend. I’ve decided I’m also going to have fun with my phone. I’m going to film her as she sucks on me and I’m going to indulge in dirty talk. Then I’ll start asking her questions about her sexual history and see what ensues. Yes, I have a voyeuristic streak and having video mementos of lovers in action is something to be experienced to be fully appreciated. Of course nobody else will ever see my growing collection.
Going round to The Cockaholic’s is easy, taking less than ten minutes to drive there. I’ve never had anybody as quick to get to before. It might be a blessing and a curse; the latter because it will be tempting to visit each other. She is pleased to see me and I notice that her one eye is larger than the other; it must be what happens when she’s excited. I have seen that before when she was sucking my cock, just like with The Brazilian.
We eat and chat and the hours fly by. We have chemistry, that’s for sure. There’s that rare energy between us and we key off each other. I don’t feel bored like I did with Busty Blonde or exasperated like I did at times with The Saffa. I am aware that it’s still very early days and time will tell how compatible we are. I must say that it is very pleasant interacting with somebody as positive as her…and she does love sucking my cock for hours on end, literally.
After lunch we go for a walk and end up going through her town’s centre. She has never been into a pound-shop before, so I take her into a few. She marvels at the low prices, but disses the clientele. I detect a bit of a snob in her, which I find ironic considering her humble origins; her father was in the army and was stationed around Europe, so she grew up in army housing. So many of us are trying to get away from our childhood.
In situ I decide not to confront her about who her companion was last week. I might be getting paranoid after all my bad dating experiences and accusing her, even slightly, might derail things between us. This knight decides that silence is the best path to the truth. She might come clean if there is a reason to do so, or she might let more clues or details slip. I’ll bite my tongue while she bites my cock.
Back at her place we chatter away and before we know it darkness has descended on the world. At about 7pm she starts pulling my trousers off.
“I didn’t think we’d make it until 2 o’clock before I did this,” she says laughingly. She totally fancies me and it feels good.
Again she does the licking of my arse thing, but this time for much longer and making approving sounds. She does like licking arses it seems. We end up in her bedroom where she happily sucks away at my cock for hours. She’s insatiable. I end up giving her the biggest orgasm yet. She’s a shivering, sweaty heap when I finish her off and lie half on top of her.
She goes down on me again and this time I get my phone out and start videoing everything, being sure to indulge in copious amounts of dirty talk that she participates in. She’s fully aware of what I’m doing.
“You like sucking cock, don’t you?” I say.
“I love sucking your cock,” she answers, looking at the camera.
“How old were you when you sucked your first cock?” I ask.
She thinks about it for a few seconds, drops my cock out of her mouth, says “Twenty three” and resumes sucking.
“Did you make him cum?” I ask.
She shakes her head, keeping my cock in her mouth.
“Do you like making a cock cum in your mouth?” I ask.
She replies with a satisfied “Mmm” sound.
“Do you like the feeling of cum in your mouth?” I continue, curious as to how she’ll answer.
“I love having your cum in my mouth,” she says.
“Do you like swallowing cum?”
“I love swallowing your cum,” she replies, looking at the camera, then resumes sucking away on my cock with renewed gusto.
After a few seconds of her slurping and gurgling on me I decide to see if I can get on camera something naughty.
“Do you want to lick my arse?” I ask her.
“Definitely!” she answers,
I raise my knees and she lowers her head. Somehow I’m able to lower and hold my phone down next to her head, capturing her first sucking then licking my arse.
“That’s it, lick my arse,” I exclaim.
The Cockaholic rhythmically and slowly licks away at my anus, as if she’s licking an ice-cream on a hot day.
“That’s what you like doing. Do you like licking my arse?” I ask.
“I do,” she purrs.
“Stick your tongue in my arse,” I instruct and she instantly complies.
After a couple of seconds she repositions herself onto her side and gets comfortable; she’s intent on doing this for a while. I feel her lips suctioning onto the perimeter of my anus, then her tongue starts pushing into it.
“That’s it, stick your tongue into my arsehole,” I say for some unknown reason. People say the silliest, weirdest stuff during sex.
For about a minute she keeps doing this, then detaches her lips and starts licking my butthole like a puppy licks a jam-coated finger. She’s in her own private Nirvana, a place only she understands, a place she enjoys more than anything else.
“You love licking my arse, don’t you? You love sticking your tongue in my arse, don’t you?” I say to her.
A lustful, deep-throated “Mmm,” is her response.
After just over a minute of this tongue-in-arse routine, she pulls away and starts licking and kissing my balls. The thought of faecal bacteria on my manhood makes me shiver inside, but what’s going on outside me is more enticing.
“Do you want to be my cock-sucking slut?” I ask in a moment of oxytocin-driven rudeness.
“Oh, yes!” she answers and latches onto my cock..
“That’s it, suck my cock. Make it bigger, then I’ll fuck you with it,” I say.
“Mmm,” is all she says as she eagerly sucks on my penis.
“I’ll fuck you doggy-style,” I murmur.
“Mmm,” she utters.
“Do you want me to fuck you doggy-style?” I ask, not sure how she’ll respond. She might be turned off by all this and react negatively, so I have to proceed cautiously with my naughty talk.
“Yeah, now,” she implores.
I take a moment to think about how I want this encounter to end.
“Do I have to beg you?” she asks.
Huh? Where did that come from? What’s that about? I don’t know what to make of it, I’m so taken by surprise. I move on, passing on the opportunity to find out more about her psyche.
“Do you want me to put a thumb in your arse while I fuck you doggy-style?”
“Mmm,” The Cockaholic moans.
“Or do you want me to put my cock in your arse?” I ask, pushing my luck here, wondering how she’ll react to that idea. So much of sex involves the brain, getting the other person mentally turned on too, getting them to imagine things they ordinarily might not, or even better, suggesting a secret desire or fantasy of theirs.
“Let’s save that for next time,” she replies, catching me by surprise again.
“I think you want it,” I say, recovering quickly.
“Not when I’ve just had such a big orgasm,” she counters, continuing to suck my cock.
Huh? I thought she hasn’t done anal before? How would she know what’s right or wrong after an orgasm? She just became more intriguing.
“I think you’re looking forward to feeling my cock in your arse,” I say, continuing to push my luck.
“You want to feel my cock cumming in your arse, don’t you?” I continue.
“Ooh, mmm,” she moans some more, indicating approval.
“Say please fuck me in the arse,” I instruct.
“Please fuck me,” she answers.
“No. Say please fuck me in the arse,” I repeat.
“Mmm,” is all she says.
“Do you want to feel me cum in your arse?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
“Do you want to feel my cock pumping cum in your arse?”
“Do you want to feel my cum, hot and sticky, in your arse?”
“You’re going to have to put it in me now,” she says.
I spin The Cockaholic into doggy-style position as it’s her favourite. She’s so turned on from going down on me and perhaps from the dirty talk that it takes less than a minute for her to cum again. Earlier she mentioned that she’s never had a facial, so I straddle her face as she sucks my cock and I finger her pussy and arse. She’s quite okay with my fingering her arse, claiming never to have had that done before me but enjoys it nevertheless.
After a while I cum all over her face and The Cockaholic laughs about it. She goes to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. It’s several days’ worth and her face is messy. After she washes it off we cuddle up in bed and I switch my phone off, noticing that its 2.49am.
Monday morning she and I wake at what seems like the same time, probably the sound of an ambulance’s wail disturbing us both. It’s 7.14am. She almost immediately rolls down to my crotch and starts giving me a blowjob that naturally leads to my cumming in her mouth and her gratefully swallowing my load. Not a typical start to my Mondays.
Minutes later she makes me a coffee and a flask of juice for my day ahead that I watch her prepare. The Cockaholic is a very giving person, so unlike the vast majority of women whom I’ve dated more than twice. I could get used to this, but I’m aware that as with The Saffa, with the passing of time her random acts of affection might diminish and be replaced by something less likeable.
Until then, if that were to happen, I like being with her. It feels good, but I’m aware that I’ve been in this position before. There’s another feeling, a hollow one, that I know all too well and it’s growing.
There’s something missing: love.
Yes, we’re having fun, yes, I like her, but there’s no sign of love on the horizon. I think it’s because there’s a trust issue that I need to resolve. Is it just in my head or is there something going on that I don’t know about?
Tina Turner – What’s love got to do with it