"I'm standing in the middle of town, heading to a meeting and all I can think of is the way your cunt tastes. I'm rock hard, you bitch."

I read the message and am unable to repress the shudder of lust that ripples through my body. He has an uncanny knack of being able to pick exactly the right words to make me wet in seconds.

I never thought we'd be anything other than friends but then, about a month ago, one drink too many had led to a kiss. Suddenly, a spark of pheremones made me realise that there was far more to this than mere friendship. From the moment his lips brushed against mine, I wanted him inside me.

We hadn't held back; why bother? We were both single, interested, horny and alone in my flat. He'd burst the buttons on my shirt in his rush to get me naked, falling eagerly onto my breasts as he revealed them, pert and bra-less as ever. Feeling his tongue running over my nipples, his lips working over the delicate underside of my breasts had done nothing to sate my yearning.

As I'd sat up to pull my jeans off, he'd pushed me back down, holding me down as he ripped them off in one move. At that moment, I knew that he was in control - but only because I was prepared to relinquish it. The rest of my clothes were soon pulled off, no grace, no finesse - just pure animal lust.

My cunt was aching with a need to be filled but God, was he a tease. He gripped me hard as his tongue ran over the contours of my body, edging ever nearer my wetness, then pulling away. I could feel the tension in his body as he held himself back and knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

My hips were arching off the bed, indicating my arousal, and eventually, he took pity on me. Involuntary moans escaped my lips as I felt his fingers oh-so-slowly part my folds, one finger sliding in, rapidly joined by a second and a third as he realised the extent of my wetness. My cunt clasped at his fingers, muscles gripping, spasming in pre-orgasmic waves but I held myself back. I didn't want to come until I was good and ready.

He was rubbing my clit, urging my orgasm forward as his fingers pressed against my G-spot. It was a battle of wills - he trying to make me cum, me trying to hold back - but he didn't realise how much I like to win. I tightened my muscles further, trying to control the pleasure he was sending through me, stop myself from going over the edge.

My hand moved down to his cock, and I could feel his pre-cum already bathing the head of his cock, making me want to taste him.

As he pulled his fingers out of me, preparing to thrust them back inside me, hard, I wriggled away and before he had time to realise what I was doing, had his cock buried deep in the back of my throat, my tongue lacing over its head as one hand toyed with his balls and the other wanked his shaft. His groaning showed how much he was enjoying it, and urged me on to work his cock harder, faster, deeper inside me.

I could taste the bitter salt of his pre-cum at the back of my throat, imagine the way it would feel when he spilt his load into my willing mouth. I love it when a man cums for me. There's something about the control - at that moment, you know he's thinking of nothing other than the sensation you're creating - combined with the submission of worshipping his cock that sets me off.

But he was holding back too. It was time to play dirty.

Looking up into his eyes as I sucked his cock, I deliberately moved one hand down between my thighs and started to stroke my cunt. Even though he couldn't see, the sound of my wetness left no doubt as to what I was doing. I felt his cock harden further in my mouth. Stage one had worked. Now it was time to up the stakes.

"I'd love it if you came over my face," I said, coyly.

His breath caught in his throat and I knew that I'd hit one of his 'buttons'.

He moved his hand to his cock and began to pump it while my tongue flickered over the tip. I let my eyes trail from his cock to his eyes, lazily letting my eyes trace the contours of his face before very deliberately looking at his hand gripping his hard cock. He knew that I was watching him wank and could tell by the way that my body was shaking, my fingers buried deep inside myself, that I was getting off on it as much as he was.

"Come for me, you fucker." I begged, urgent, desperate to climax as I felt his cum spill over my face. And he did. It spurted hard, hitting my lips, my cheeks, my hair and, as he pulled back, my tits. My cunt spasmed hard around my fingers and, as I came, I leaned forward to taste the cum from the head of his cock, to lick every drop from his still-hard member, before running my fingers over my body and face, picking up his cum and bringing it to my lips.

As I looked him in the eye, licking my fingers clean, he stared me straight back in the eye.

"You dirty bitch."

I smiled, my cunt spasming again at his words.

"You don't know the half of it yet."