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After the shower I staggered to my feet and went into the bedroom and lay down. Carla walked in and kissed me heavily on the lips.
“I’m sorry baby, but I need to go to work.”
I was disappointed. I nervously asked if we could meet again and she laughed,
“I am so into you, of course I want to see you again, silly. How about tonight – go home and get rested, as you will need it.”
Delighted I rolled into her and began to kiss her, placing tender kisses on her lips and around her mouth. She stroked my face and began to open her lips, catching mine and began to kiss me, her tongue pushing into my eagerly opening mouth. As my head tilted back yielding me to her I felt her cock harden against me and she began to rock her hips so our cocks pushed against each other. I began to lose any control – the desire in me was mounting and my conscious mind receded and the physical took over
She rolled us so she was on top of me and her passion began to increase, her cock slowly moving so it was buried between my legs sliding against my ass, occasionally pushing against and partially into my hole, which was sloppy from the cum she had pumped inside me in the shower. Each time she pushed against my tender opening I moaned and desperately arched, trying to get her to slide into me. Abruptly she broke off and rose to sit on her knees, her cock still pushing against my ass.
“I have to go to work baby.”
I pouted in disappointment and arched against her.
“Please.” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“Please Carla, please put your hard cock inside me. I need it.”
The words came from me, slowly and deliberately, in a deep sensual voice i have never heard come from my mouth before. I looked at her straight into her eyes, and so slowly, I purred.
“Please.”
She smiled and slowly pushed her cock against my hole, and maintaining a constant pressure pushed it into me inch by inch, holding my eyes with hers. I moaned, staccato, not able to break eye contact, my jaw twitching and my body arching with this slow incredible penetration.
When she reached her hilt, she pulled back quickly and re-entered me as fast. She pumped into me three or four times hard and deep, and the last time she stayed deep inside me and pulsed her cock as she sat back, thrusting a bit deeper into me.
“I have to go, you gorgeous slut. Tonight.”
With that she pulled out of me and with an absent minded stroke of my hard cock, got off the bed, her cock swinging as she moved and began to get dressed. I could only watch in fascination and deep desire as she dressed, adjusted her hair and applied her make-up. It was beautiful to watch, only slightly ruined by my only briefly too punctured desire.
She indicated I needed to get dressed and I did, and we walked to her door and she grabbed me at the exit, kissing me deep before turning me and pushing me out of her apartment, slapping my ass as I went.
Returning to my apartment, horny and with my needs not satiated I fell into bed and after a furious wank, I slept the rest of the day.
I was woken by a knock on the door. It was Carla, and she called my name. I got up and felt a furious pain in my ass. I suddenly washed with shame at the enormity of what had just happened. I had lost all my defenses and given myself so completely i was scared she would think less of me, or my inexperience disappointed her. This at least had the impact of making me forget the pain in my ass. The door knocked again and she called my name again.
I grabbed my dressing gown and answered the door nervously. She was standing there dressed in tight jeans, boots and a lacy black top that showed off her breasts to full effect. Her lips were blood red and she quickly stepped towards me and kissed me hard, leaving the flavour of the lipstick on my mouth. All my concerns evaporated in that instant. I could see she was totally into me.
“Hi there sexy. Have you had a good day? Its time to go out now – i want to eat and drink before we come back here and make love all night.”
There wasn’t much to argue with, so I threw some clothes on and we went out. We found a local bar and the waiter showed us to a deep leather booth. As we walked to the booth her hand found my ass and stroked it, gripping my left buttock tightly. This continued all through the night and each time she caressed my ass i found a sharp sexual thrill course through me. When we sat down she placed a hot and wet kiss on my lips and then nibbled my ear. She whispered into my ear,
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I can’t wait until my cock is deep inside you and you are moaning with pleasure, my little slut.”
I turned to look at her and my lips were full of blood, pouting uncontrollably and I felt so aroused, suadiye escort but in a different way – my cock wasn’t hard, but I was so turned on. I whimpered and was leaning forward my lips trembling with desire when the waiter cleared his throat and broke her spell.
We ordered a bottle of wine and waited for the menu. We drank a glass or two and she continued to goad me with dirty talk and asking me how much I enjoyed the ass fucking she had given me. At first I was shy and a little embarrassed but after a bit of wine, and her tenderly stroking my legs, I found myself relaxing and enjoying the verbal foreplay, and openly admitting how much I had enjoyed it and how it had changed my world in such a short time.
The waiter arrived and she ordered for us, without even consulting me. Oysters, followed by red meat. After he left she told me:
“The Oysters are to remind you of drinking my come, and the meat is to fuel us for our fucking later, although I will need the fuel more than you.”
The food arrived and we ate, her feeding me the oysters one by one, then kissing me in between. Midway through she started to laugh at me. I was a cauldron of desire from her talk and her sheer presence, and she had seen it:
“Do you know how hot you are? You are sending off all kinds of signals you horny little boy.”
I looked confused and I think I blushed.
“Your hand is stroking the stem of your wine glass all the time. When you swallow the oysters, you lick your lips with a big slow stroke of your tongue, and whenever you eat anything vaguely phallic, its like you are about to give a blowjob to it. I am so turned on.”
It was true, and I was ashamed until she kissed me long and deep and my animal desires took over again.
“Lets dance.”
And she took my hand and led me to a small dancefloor in the bar area of the bistro. I felt a bit lost and was relieved when she turned to me and took me in her arms. We slow danced together our bodies pulled tight by my arms around her back and hers around my waist and ass.
She grinned at me and began to kiss me, whilst we swayed to the music and I suddenly realised why she was grinning – I could feel her hard cock pressing against my stomach insistently. She slowly began to grind it against me in time with the music and I felt almost infused with her desire – it was incredible to have someone so hot for me, and for it to be so unquestionable as her hard cock was. Her hair was framing my face, so I couldn’t see around us, but as she broke the kiss – but not the rhythmic path of her cock on me, pulling my ass in towards her to increase the friction – I could see the bar again, and I saw couples watching us, some with interest. I must have tensed.
“Relax baby – they have no idea. We just look so hot, and they all think you are going to get the fucking of your life tonight. Which of course you are.”
We kissed again, and I drifted off into a beautiful place where the only things happening were her tongue pulsing inside my mouth, whirling around, and her large cock pressing insistently against me.
After I have no idea how long, she broke the kiss, and gazed into my eyes. I was wide eyed and horny, and my ass was beginning to assert its expectations, gently throbbing
“Want to go back to mine?”
“Aha,” was all I could muster.
She flashed me a brilliant smile and we were off. The short walk brought me back to reality a bit, until she pushed me against a wall and began to make out again. This time it was different, as her hand, shielded by the wall and the flaps of my shirt, began to delve inside my trousers and work its way to my ass. As her finger found it, and pressed gently against it, I pushed and arched, hungry for penetration.
It slid in and I moaned into her mouth. She began to flex it and tease my ass and I wrapped my right leg around her a little, giving her more access. As she began to push a second finger into me she leant back and, drawing out her words to the length of her entry into me, she whispered,
” You will find I love sex in public places. I’m going to finger you everywhere – you just need to get a long coat – and you will suck me off in the park, on planes, in nightclubs and elevators and I will fuck you there. At parties I will take you in the bathroom and fuck you, bent over the sink, until the other guests can hear you moaning.”
I looked at her in surprise until her fingers curled inside me and elicited a moan and my head tipped back, her mouth attaching to my neck and biting and sucking me as her fingers continued to curl and uncurl.
“Lets go inside,” I stammered between the waves of pleasure rippling through me.
“Too soon, hey? Okay, lets go home. I want you to meet new side of you.”
I looked at her curiously, but she wouldn’t explain and instead used her fingers to turn me and propel me forward towards the flat, withdrawing them gently and then, in a moment of pure sexuality, sucking them, one at a time, deeply in her mouth and savouring the taste,
“I love your taste, baby, its divine.”
We got back yakacık escort to her flat and she began to speak,
“I said I was going to show you a new side of you. You need to trust me – this will unleash all of your sexuality that you have begun to find, and you will also look divine.”
“I am going to sit here and watch some porn and you are going to take this bag and go into my bedroom and change – don’t look inside it until you are next door. Put everything on and then come through here. Trust me – I know you will love this.”
I went next door and sat on the bed and opened the bag. Inside was lingerie, lipstick, a black bob wig and some jewellery. A mini skirt and a silky shirt sat at the bottom with some high heels (black, and high) and a note:
” Trust me baby. You will love this – you will be able to tap into your feminine side so much more – all this clothing is designed to make cocks want to be inside you, and let them get there more easily, which you know you want. Its all mine before I grew my breasts, so it should fit you fine. One small requirement though – put the panties on after the suspender belt – its so much easier to remove them that way x.”
I was rock hard from reading the note. How did she know? When I was young I used to dress in my older sisters clothes from time to time and i got off on it. I hadn’t done it in a very long time, but it tapped into a deep rooted desire of mine.
Later in our relationship we would do this every week. Sunday would be feminine day and what I wore (sometimes we would go out together and choose my clothes) and the make up I applied would be so much more detailed (eyeliner, rouge, nail varnish). I would spend long periods dressed and we would fuck hard and long and different to normal. This really just generated a deep desire within me, and triggered slightly different sexual feelings (very much cock hungry slut) almost from the point I was dressed. In these sessions, I learnt, my cock didn’t exist and I could only climax from the more feminine stimulation.
But today it was more simple. I stripped and then began to roll the sheer black stockings up my legs. The feeling was delicious and the sensation on my skin highly sexy. Then the black suspender belt, which was a little difficult to attach, but I succeeded. I then found a pair of small black panties, which had a tag – these first – and they tucked my cock between my legs – at least they would have if i wasn’t so hard. I gave up and continued. A pair of larger, black satin panties slid up my legs, making a faint hissing sound against the nylon. I found a lacy black vest to wear, with delicate straps over my shoulders and put that on. Then the black mini skirt, flaring out at the back, and the silk shirt which was loose around me and when it glanced against my body felt so good. I sat at her vanity table and fixed the wig on to my head – it framed my face beautifully and having put on a choker necklace and a few bracelets (they rattle beautifully when you stroke someone’s cock) I applied the red lipstick to my lips, pouting and pressing to ensure it was well applied.
I looked in the mirror. I felt so hot, and looked, surprisingly, quite cute. My lips looked full and large. The concentration of applying the lipstick had distracted my cock, and I took the opportunity to tuck it inside the first smaller pair of panties.
I took one last look in the mirror, adjusted my hair and blew myself a kiss and got up to join her. As I walked I could feel the stockings rubbing together, which felt so lovely, and I found myself swaying my hips to maximise the effect, my skirt swaying slightly as I did. It was then I realised I had forgotten my heels, and went back and put them on. I could see my legs in the mirror as I put them on, and they transformed into longer, thinner and sexier than before.
As I walked in, she looked up and smiled, “you are beautiful my sweet.”
Then she rose and walked towards me. She reached out her right hand, and caressed my face,
“Tonight you are a girl. You have no cock – it doesn’t exist.” The presence of my cock would be an increasingly unimportant part of our love making, but in these sessions it didn’t play any part and I was told off if I tried to play with it.
She leant in and kissed me, but very tenderly. My lips felt so much more alive to her touch and I opened my mouth and let her tongue explore me. Her hands stroked down my silk shirt and sent smooth sensations through my body. They didn’t stray below my shirt and I began to get a little frustrated.
She broke off just as I was building up to say something and she pushed me gently back.
“My, your legs are gorgeous – give me a twirl.”
I felt so much more vulnerable and as I slowly turned she moved in and pressed against my back, holding me like that. She kissed my neck and then slid down my back sliding her hands down my legs and then back up again. She repeated that a few times, cooing how sexy they were, before coming up and parking her crotch hard against my ass. Blowing in my ear, her hands rode up the final bit of my şerifali escort legs and, moving beneath my skirt began to massage each of my buttocks.
This was different – I felt so exposed and accessible with these clothes on – her wandering hands could get anywhere. And it turned me, and I began to will her to push further.
One hand came to my mouth and her fingers entered. I automatically began to suck on them as if they were her big cock, and her other hand pulled my panties to one side and began to push towards my ass. I pushed back and peeled my ass cheeks open with my hands. Crazy! I had never even thought of doing that before – my thoughts shattered by her fingers reaching me and pushing in.
“Thats right, let this take over, follow your instincts.”
I moaned and let her in, one of my hands finding the shape of her hard cock in her jeans and beginning to squeeze and stroke it through the coarse material. She pushed into my hand and her tongue delved into my ear.
We struggled like this for some time before she pushed me over the couch so I was bent over it, my ass up in the air, legs straight. The heels forced my ass up and out more than it would usually be and I smiled in sultry delight as her her head began to kiss my ass through my panties, biting my buttocks, before she began to delicately pull aside the materials.
“Eat me,” I moaned.
And she began, licking me up my crack in long deliberate movements. She then alternated between licks and thrusting her tongue into me, deeper each time. My ass felt so wet and eager to have her inside me. At first it was just the physical interaction, but she kept going and, boy was she good, that over time my ass became alive, loving this and my focus was just on her tongue entering me again and again. I was lustily pushing my ass back, getting her to penetrate deeper with each thrust my moaning becoming panting and my vision blurring.
My hand moved to my crotch and began to tug on my cock. She slapped my ass hard, moving back from my hole.
“No. Bad girl. You don’t have a cock tonight.”
She spanked me three more times, and I got an unexpected arousal (enough in subsequent times for me to reach for my cock just so she would spank me).
She leant back in and thrust her tongue back inside me. Shortly, she drew back and as my ass pulsed I felt her push something hard against it. I moaned “yes,” and felt something that wasn’t her cock push against my hole. It felt painful and then quickly slipped into me, and I felt quite full.
“I’ve plugged you as I want you to be ready for me. It has a surprise if you are good.”
My ass began to tense rapidly and repeatedly around the intruder, uncontrollably at first until I got used to the sensation. She pulled my panties across so they covered it, and then stood up and pulled off her jeans, sitting on a bench, across it.
“Suck me.”
I moved over and sat opposite her, the plug pushing up inside me as I sat down, and I lustily rocked against this new sensation as she smiled at me. I reached out to her cock and began to stroke it gently. This was different – it was the first time she had let me approach her cock my own way and she let me carry on like this.
I began to stroke, savouring its hard thick presence in my hand. I began to lean towards it (licking my lips I believe) and very tenderly kissed its head. I took the thick head into my mouth and sucked gently, letting my saliva build upon it. I then began to take it further into my mouth like it was a delicate but expensive treat, looking up at her eyes through my black wig to show her how much I was enjoying this.
My pace began to build and I found a place inside me where I could watch as I did things to her cock I didn’t know I could do. Long slow, languorous sucks, taking her so much more deeply into my mouth and throat than I thought possible, ending with a wanton pop as she came out of my mouth on the way back up. My hand began to tease her balls and I began to increase the pace, saliva spilling from my mouth and all along the length of her cock, leaving long trails between my lips and her cock when i pulled off, which I caught in my hand and fed into my mouth, looking at her with satisfaction as I did. There was nothing but me driving the pace – her hands were back and her cock still, strong and hard, pointing at me. And I wanted to – and as a bonus each movement shifted the plug inside me pressing on my insides and driving me further.
Suddenly a fierce sensation took off in my ass and it was so overwhelming I fell onto the bench, her cock falling away from my mouth. The vibrations ripped through me, driving waves of pleasure through me. I was lost and all I could do was lie face down on the bench and buck and grind as this took over me.
I felt her press her crotch and her whole body on to me, pushing this vibrating delight deeper into me and driving me further to push back. Her hands slid up my stockinged legs and then as she lifted her weight off me, she flipped my skirt up over my back and pulled my panties down so they sat below my ass. Still vibrating, the buttplug was pulled from my ass as I moaned in protest before I felt her cock pushing on my hungry hole and sliding in. All the way in. I screamed and she began to fuck me hard, holding her body high above my ass so she could penetrate as deeply as possible.
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