The Craving  

DTduzDallas 50F
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1/1/2006 7:59 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The Craving

It had been a couple of days since we'd last been together, over a week since I'd felt him inside me. Craving his cock was driving me literally mad. He laughed each time we talked, mocking my need, quite aware of how wet he made me with each conversation.

He arrived at my place after spending a few hours strolling through a local nature park, announcing he needed to shower. He smelled just fine to me, his "manly" scent not the least bit unattractive as I've found with some men. We sat talking briefly and tossed back a few beers, my hands stroking his head and neck at times, gazing affectionately at him as he spoke.

I followed as he headed toward the bathroom, making sure all was in place for his comfort, such as towels and toiletries, the thought of showering with him crossing my mind, but I had just done so right before he arrived and didn't want to go through the hassle of drying my hair again. Besides, he hadn't mentioned my joining him.

As I gathered the items I thought he might need, I felt his arms surround my waist from behind, his lips trailing my neck softly. I melted, leaning against him almost lifeless as his hands explored my body, his lips caressing my neck and shoulders. His desire for me was quite apparent as he quickly slid my shorts and panties down around my ankles, his hands caressing my breasts underneath my sheer white t-shirt. I was completely still, his hands softly moving from my breasts down my stomach and to my eagerly waiting and wet pussy. He lingered momentarily then I heard him slide his zipper down, his shorts tossed on the floor next to us. He knew what I needed and he wasn't going to waste any time giving it to me.

His cock was rock hard as he entered me from behind, the sensation sending chills throughout my body as he immediately thrusted deep inside me. I desperately reached for something to brace myself as his pounding was hard and fast from the beginning. I leaned over the commode, my hands steadying on the back, as he pounded harder and harder. Yes, he was quite aware I needed to be fucked badly, and was more than happy to oblige. He pulled my head back by my hair so his lips could whisper naughty erotic thoughts into my ear. He was quickly learning I loved the feeling of submission and I was more than pleased he enjoyed such.

The wall-length mirror over the bathroom vanity provided a delightful view of the two of us, his hands wrapped in my long, blonde hair, his naked body thrusting against mine. I caught a glimpse of him at times watching in the mirror as he delivered thrust after thrust of sensual pleasure inside me. The visual seemed to be very stimulating for him, his moans growing louder as he fucked me and watched. As my orgasm approached, my hands braced the wall, knowing the intensity would be of great magnitude, as I had refrained from masturbation during his absence, wanting to save it all for him.

He moaned loudly and pounded harder as my pussy tightened around his cock. I'm not sure I'd ever had a cock penetrate me so deeply, almost as if I could feel it pressing against my stomach wall. I was totally lost and in his control. And I loved it. He continued fucking me harder and harder until I once again reached an orgasm of maximum pleasure, then turned and dropped on my knees, taking his cock inside my mouth, he watching in the mirror as I began sucking him intently. He pulled my head back, stroking his cock as it brushed across my lips, then gently forced my head down, his cock sliding between my lips and deep inside my mouth.

I looked up to find him watching the erotic scene in the mirror, his pleasure enough to bring on my third, extremely wet orgasm. He began fucking my mouth, holding my head still as he thrust his cock back against my throat. His body stiffened, a loud moan escaped from his mouth as he released his warm, sweet cum deep into my throat. I sat quietly on my knees, my tongue licking up and down his shaft making sure I consumed every last drop. I stood, and he kissed me deeply before entering the shower.

He found me sitting in the computer room, a cold beer waiting for him, and pulled up a chair next to me, watching as I surfed through various sites. Our conversation had turned to our fantasies and explorations. I noticed his shorts weren't zipped and found that very inviting. Once again, I was on my knees, my mouth and tongue completely devouring his beautiful cock. He sat back, my mouth delighting his balls as he gently stroked his cock.

My lips moved to the head as he continued to stroke, my hands caressing his now tightening balls, his nearing orgasm apparent. He grabbed the back of my head and forced it down over his hard cock, his erupting cum barely making it inside my mouth, dripping down my lips, some even splattering into my hair. I felt a light trickle between my legs, his pleasure bringing on my own light orgasm. Never had a man been able to reach orgasm twice inside my mouth in one night. I was delirious.

We sat quietly cuddled on my sofa afterward, sharing brief kisses, not saying much, just trying to regain our strength. I felt so warm and protected, his arms around me, my head on his chest. Yes, I'd found my perfect playmate. I had willingly become his submissive toy. And the time was drawing near for us to venture out and play.

*from the Archives

bardicman 50M

1/2/2006 1:27 am

This is why I said you need to write more of this DT. You got a talent girl.. I am going to sleep with a smile.

I am not dead yet

tillerbabe 56F

1/2/2006 2:40 am

DaAM! Nice "archives"!

DTduzDallas 50F

1/2/2006 7:08 am

    Quoting bardicman:
    This is why I said you need to write more of this DT. You got a talent girl.. I am going to sleep with a smile.

DTduzDallas 50F

1/2/2006 7:09 am

**giggles** Thanks. Nice piercing

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