He sent me a text message, asking if I could come over. A smile played on the corners of my mouth as I thought hell yeah! I want to come over, but I played it cool and sent him a text back, that’s cool I’ll be there after work. Erotic thoughts were flying through my mind the rest of my shift. As soon as I got off, I rushed home to take a shower. I made sure to soap my ass really good, because he loves for me to bend over so he can taste my juices from behind. I finish my shower and lather on my Victoria’s secret candy baby, and a pair of black panties with silver hearts and a matching bra……damn I look and smell good!! Just thinking about him turns me on.
I jump in my car and head to my Midnight bootie call’s house, I get there about midnight and I just want to jump on him. He is just so fucking sexy I just wanted to kiss his lips, and lick his chest, oh those tattoos!!! He just has on a wife beater and his boxers….I love those tatts. Finally at about 1:30 in the morning, after a few drinks he starts whispering how much he missed my wet pussy since that last time we were together. I blushed, because I was thinking about how good the last fucking was too. He kisses my neck, circling his tongue across my weak spots……He kissed my lips long and passionately, biting the bottom one, damn he knows how I like it. My bootie call licks and kissed my collar bone and shoulders before moving down to my waiting erect nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them making my pussy tingle. Then he says the magic words that unlock my thighs, “come here girl, and let me taste that pussy.” He only needed to say it once, and that was all I needed to guide him to my creamy center. I moan and fucked his face; while he licked and sucked my pussy until his face looked like he was eating a glazed doughnut……it was fucking amazing.
After he made me come twice, my bootie call pulled me to my feet, and kissed me long and hard, to make sure I tasted my juices on his lips. He led me upstairs to his bedroom; I pulled his t-shirt and boxers off, and got on my knees. His dick was standing at attention, so thick and hard. I started by licking him from those big beautiful balls all the way to that swollen head. I got him nice and wet. Feeling his balls tighten I stroked his cock hard and deeper down my throat. I watched his eyes roll in the back of his head, and he started to moan my name over and over. Finally I pushed him backwards onto the bed, got on top of him and in one motion slid his throbbing dick inside of me. I rode him so hard that the bed was banged on the wall like a tribal drum. He matched me stroke for stroke, I could feel his dick massage my g-spot.
“Get on your knees baby and put that ass in the air”, he told me. Those words were music to my ears and I eagerly did as I was told. He got behind me, slid hard his dick inside those swollen pussy lips. He started fucking me slow and long. Then the trust became harder and harder until he was fucking me so hard it took my breath away. But it felt so fucking good, “oh, oh, oh fuck me baby, fuck me, don’t stop,” I was telling him. The dick is so good I’m pushing back on it, and he tells me, that’s right baby put that pussy on me….the sensation from me rocking back on his dick is driving me crazy, I’m about to cummmm. I get goose bumps all over, my legs are so weak, my bootie call is banging in and out of me telling me how good HIS pussy is. I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming baby is all I can say. He’s going faster and harder, oh shit my bootie call tells me, “I’m about to cum in you?, and he cum like a beast growling and swearing. We are both drenched in sweat, but it was so well worth it.
I’m a little bit flustered right now. I am writing this in the aftermath of an incident at the new car wash. I was taking my car to be cleaned, and going to the gym immediately thereafter. I know I’m hot, and I know that I turn guys on when I’m in my tight gym clothes, but I didn’t know that the car wash required you to get out of the car. I thought I could stay in. So, I stood in the lobby staring out the window as my car traveled down the conveyor belt. A minute in and soon a man who had been sitting in the lobby also waiting came up to me from behind and starting grinding my ass. “You can’t wear that and expect me to endure the torture,” he grunted into my ear. I was astounded, and felt horribly violated. In truth, I started crying. I was so afraid to even move that I let him grind my ass for a couple of minutes, though it seemed like an eternity. Eventually he came in his pants. He slapped my behind and walked out. The scariest part about this entire episode is that there’s a very small part of me that sort of feels like I even liked it a little. That feels sick to write, but I don’t know what to think. I’d love to hear a soothing voice right now. Will you call me?
