She told me what she wanted in no uncertain terms.
“Cock. Hard cock buried right up to the hilt. I want you to make me so wet that I can take a pounding from you with no holding back. I want you to make me come by taking your own pleasure from me. And when I do come, it’s going to be so hard that I’ll milk your cock dryer than it’s ever been milked before. I want a fuck that leaves me feeling fucked for a week afterwards and sticks in my memory for the rest of my life, making my pussy gush and G-spot pulse whenever I think about it. ”
Well, a gentleman always does as a lady asks, so what could I say but yes?
I hadn’t known Lucy for long. We’d met through work, but business was superceded by pleasure from our first email exchange. She’d made it obvious that she was interested in me and, once I confirmed the interest was mutual, she’d rapidly descended into depravity. I was more than willing to match her dirty musings, even raise the stakes on her to see how far I could push. But until now, our busy schedules combined with living in different towns had meant that the filth had remained as fantasy. Now it was time for push to become shove. She had a meeting near me and had deliberately booked a hotel for the night.
When she told me what she’d done, my cock hardened. Fantasy is all very well but the thought of having her thighs actually wrapped around my face, her tongue actually lapping my cock or her pert arse actually bent over in front of me as she begged me to fuck her was so much more compelling now I knew it was going to become reality – and soon.
Until the day of her meeting rolled around, I refused to let myself believe that it would really happen. I couldn’t face building it up in my mind, only to have her cancel at the last minute because of illness or a change of schedule. But when I heard her voice at the end of the phone that morning, huskily telling me to meet her at six, my cock leapt. All day, my mind was filled with images of her hungrily tugging down my flies, me licking her clit, her fingers wrapped around my cock and mine buried deep inside her – then the glorious sense of relief as I’d finally get to slam inside her and make her moan, buck and scream. I was tempted to relieve the pressure during the day – but I had a feeling I’d need every drop of ‘energy’ I had to satisfy her.
If I live until I’m a hundred, I’m sure I’ll never have another day that passes so slowly. When 5.30 rolled around, I practically leapt into my car to race across town and meet her. I didn’t want to miss a second of her company. How she managed to look so cool as I walked into the hotel bar, I don’t know. Although I could swear I saw her nipples harden beneath her sheer white shirt.
She seemed quieter in person. Despite our lurid conversations over email, we’d only met once, and that was before I knew the dark side of her mind. We politely said our hellos and settled on the perfect social lubricant: alcohol. She avoided such clichés as champagne, instead asking for a bottle of beer. I got a hint of the Lucy I knew when the beer frothed over the top of the bottle and she leaned forward, pressing her full lips over the foam spilling from the neck, looking me in the eye as she captured every drop. If it was meant as a move, it did the trick, making my cock stiffen beneath my suit.
How we managed to stay in the bar for an hour, I don’t know. Conversation was easy but my cock was aching for release and all I wanted to do was bend her over the table and fuck her there and then. But patience is a virtue, or so they say, so I kept my base desires to myself until the point at which she smiled and said ‘do you want to see my room?’
Even then, there was an innocence about her eyes that made me wonder if she really meant everything she’d said. An innocence that vanished the second we got into the lift and the doors closed behind us, leaving us alone for the first time. Within seconds, she was wrapped around me, her pelvis grinding against my erection.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said, her breath in my ear sending thrills up my spine. And, as the lift doors opened and she walked into the corridor, she reached to the side of her wrap around skirt, and unfastened the button, giving me a rapid flash of her stocking tops, and naked, shaved mound. With a cheeky giggle, she swiped her key card and we were inside her room. I pushed her up against the wall, biting her neck as her skirt fell to the floor. I could smell her arousal, and feel her urgency as she undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and slid her hand inside to wrap around my cock.
“Fuck,” I don’t know how she’d managed it but somehow, her hand was lubed up – or maybe it was just my pre-cum – and as she gripped my cock and stroked its slick surface up and down it took every ounce of self control I had not to shoot over her stomach and thighs right there, right then.
“Stop,” I said and pushed her back onto the bed, legs spread, then plunged my face into her centre. She was dripping wet already – clearly as excited as I was – and when my tongue laved her clit I felt her twitch. I knew she was ready for sex but, as desperate as I was to plunge inside her, I wanted to make her beg for me first. And so, I went gently, teasing my tongue over her labia, flickering around her clit but not touching it directly, breathing on her wetness then sucking her outer lips into my mouth and running just the tip of my tongue between them. Her breathing was heavy and her hips bucking as I slowly and deliberately slid my tongue into her hole, fucking her with it, giving her a tiny taste of what she was going to be getting.
“Please,” she begged, opening her arms to me, trying to pull me upwards but I stayed where I was, circling my tongue ever nearer to her clit until I could see the flush rising on her chest, her fingers gripping the duvet, her face contorted in the agony of ecstasy.
Only when she was utterly lost in bliss did I succumb, flipping her over onto her front, bending her over the edge of the bed and slamming my cock into her, hard, relentlessly, with no thought of anything but my own release. Her muscles gripped me tightly and I could tell from the way she was pulsing that she was nearing orgasm.
With a guttural groan, I pushed myself to the limit, thighs slamming loudly against her arse, balls-deep in her wetness and shot hard inside her, jet after jet of cum shooting out releasing the pressure that had been building for so long. She screamed as I came, hands clawing at the bed, head tossed back and back arching to feel me even deeper inside her.
After what seemed like an age of coming, I collapsed onto her back, and softly bit her shoulder.
“That what you wanted then?”
She wriggled around to face me with tear-stained eyes and an expression of bliss.
“You bastard.”
And only then did either of us think to kiss.