Since You've Asked So Nicely

"So, would you do it?"
"Do what?" I played dumb
"Don't be like that!" She elbowed me, naughtily. Stacy and I were sitting in a crowded bar on a Thursday night, talking about nothing and then she started to say something about her cousin from Norway. He was supposed to come for a visit and I was wondering who he was and why she kept insisting that I should be the one to give him a tour.
"All I'm asking you is to pick the guy up from the airport and show him around till I come back from work. It's only for a few hours, plus it's his first visit in here and I would really like him to have a good time", She explained.
"That's all very nice, Stace", I remarked, "but he's a big boy, you know, he can handle a twelve minutes train to the city. Plus, I'm pretty sure that he's more than capable of finding himself a nice café while he's waiting for you. Not to mention that if he's so incredibly cute like you say, he would probably know how to spend his time usefully…"
"You're such a tease, R", she laughed, "Besides, both of us know for a fact that you're the last person on earth who will say no to a few hours with a cute guy who's coming to spend his Christmas holiday in our humble country…"

And she was right. On the very next day I took a train to the airport and waited for a non blond (!) bloke from Norway. He was walking pretty calmly, his hands in his jeans pockets and his eyes wandering around and looking for me. She was right, he was very cute, tall, solid and cute. I waved him and he smiled. He approached me and said: "Very nice to meet you, Rocket, I'm Adrian."
"Likewise", I replied, "What do you feel like doing?"
"I'll let you lead the way," he said, "Though I would love to have a beer if that's all right with you, of course."
"Sure", I said, "let's take the train and go to a bar."

The train was packed. We had to stand really close to each other. I can't say that it bothered me, non blond Adrian turned out to be a really pleasant guy.
By the time we arrived to the city the daylight was already gone. We went to my local bar and I asked Adrian if he would like to try the local beer. He said that he would love to and I thought that I must stop acting like a way too enthusiastic tourist guide.
Adrian was sipping our local beer. I was drinking mine. He told me that he's been waiting for that visit for a long time and so far he doesn't feel any sense of disappointment. I thought it was cute. We smiled at each other and then I got up and went to the toilets.
When I washed my hands I've noticed him. Since the bar had unisex lavatories I could actually see him zipping his pants. I figured that he absentmindedly forgot to close the door properly. I also figured that it would probably be very pleasant to put his cock in my mouth. It seemed solid, a stiff & solid Norwegian cock. I sure hope that Stacy is working extra hours tonight.

Car

"SO tell me… ", he was asking mischievously, in writing, "What do you remember most about our last encounter?"
To be honest, it was fifteen years ago and I didn't remember much; though I did remember a significantly wide cock and even more significantly filthy apartment. However, I mentioned only the apartment part. I didn't want him to get the wrong impression. I didn't want to make him feel that I was still interested in him after all these years. As far as I knew he was around thirty eight years old now and his hair was still ridiculously long. At any rate that was according to what he was writing using the Facebook messenger.

"Do you want me to remind you?" He kept on writing.
"Why not", I replied, wondering whether he was the one who was holding on to memories, after all.
"Well… I remember a car, in front of your old house. It was raining and we didn't want to step out. I recall some weird positions: legs on a windowpane, your lips clinging to my cock… By the way, do you still like sucking cock?"

After all this time, It was funny to hear the story from his point of view. Fifteen years passed since I allegedly swooped down on his cock inside a car on a rainy night and I don't even remember. To the best of my knowledge, it was my car, but I don't remember any of it; though I do have a memory of him squealing in a funny voice while fucking me. These are the sorts of things you don't easily forget.

Sea-Thru

"Shall we get inside, just before the sun goes down?" he suggested
We left our towel on the sand and stepped inside the cool water. It wasn't that warm anymore, as the summer was ending. Both of us just stood there for a moment, waiting for the other to make the next move. He jumped into the dark-blue water and I waited for his head to pop out and see me as I let the Mediterranean Sea engulf me.
It took us only a minute to become wrapped around each other and for his stiff cock to rub against my string Bikini. As he was directing his cock towards my wet hole and biting my neck, he said, "what do you think will happen if we'll move it aside for a bit?” Without answering him, I turned around and felt him caress me with his shaft. I put my arms around his neck, stuffed my tongue inside his mouth and loosened my cunt's muscles, acknowledging his hardness.
He grabbed my thighs and directed me toward the exact spot where I could feel his balls. Though everything around us was wet I could sense another kind of wetness spreading inside me. I popped his cock in and out as the salty waves splashed us.
When I opened my eyes I noticed two people swimming towards us. It was almost impossible to let go of his cock.

The Trinity

The baby was sleeping in the living room. His father and I were fucking in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilette seat and the father was spreading my inner lips with his tongue. I had a great view of my tits and nipples as he was popping his nose inside my cunt, sucking every drop of my moistness. He had a gentle smell of powdered milk mixed with saliva and aftershave.
The door was slightly open. I could see the baby's little head over his father's shoulder. He was still asleep. I leaned my head against the ceramic wall. The father squeezed my clit with his lips while sticking his forefinger inside me. He looked at me as I started to squirm. I gave him my 'don't you dare stop now' look and he kept on going till I squirted inside his mouth.

"Come", I asked him firmly, grasping his head with my both hands, still wriggling. The father took his face out of my pussy. He held his cock in his right hand, making sure it is still on and I preferred to turn my back towards him. I put my right leg on the sealed toilette seat as I felt his cock penetrating me. I looked at him through the mirror. We looked at each other. He had the helpless look he usually has when he fucks me real hard. The baby was starting to cry. His father grabbed my hair, thrusting harder and faster. The baby's crying became more and more intense. His father didn't stop looking at me. I felt as if I had to do something but I couldn't do anything besides open my pussy lips wide and rub my clit against his throbbing cock.

The minute he came, he rushed into the living room. I kept on stroking my clit as I heard him say: "sh… it's OK, it's OK…"

Familiarity

There are people that simply smell you as soon as you enter their territory. Even though we are not in the jungle anymore, some encounters do lead you to act like an animal.
Yesterday I went to a wedding. I was very agitated since right before I Ieft my building, I was smart enough to slam the door and leave the key inside. I knew that I would have to take care of it later that evening. I went to the bar, ordered "white wine, please" and then I saw him. Michael. He looked great and was kind enough to say the same thing to me. The minute we started to chat his moans were all I could hear. I reckoned that he was saying something about the groom, though, in addition to something about tears that he almost shed. I smiled, sniffing his scent and moving him away with my cigarette's smoke.
I remembered our last encounter. He sniffed me, using his virile nose to tease me all the way to the bottom. Back then he forgot that he was a perfect English gentleman after all and popped his finger inside my cunt while keeping his lips sealed. I fastened my vagina lips into that forefinger of his and started to get myself wet. I felt his finger sliding fluently towards my clit. He looked at me with his green sealed eyes, I was moaning and he remained still. Right after I came he took his finger out of me, cautious as a doctor. I took his cock in my hands, groping his stiffness. He let me caress him for a while, only to surprise me with his sudden penetration. He was silent like a mute and I was the one who screamed for both of us.
He was much nicer yesterday than he was on the year before. Even his cock was friendlier, coaxing instead of making a stand. Corny as it sounds, I sat on his cock inside a toilet box. This time I was the one who performed the penetration.

Barefoot in the Park

I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him again. He didn't seem that appealing. He was childish to some extent, a little bit insecure and certainly not articulate. Usually I prefer my men more literate but there was something about his persistence that prevented me from cancelling our second date.
We drank a lot. The alcohol made me think that a bit of a stammering can be somewhat cute. Furthermore, it is always nice when there is someone who feels you up in a dark bar. Therefore I didn't object when he suggested a trip to the park. I didn't feel like going home yet, plus, he wrapped me with such enthusiasm I simply climbed on the scooter and said to him: "Let's go!"

We drove to one part of the park which I didn't know that well. That was why I didn't care that much when we got off the motorcycle, sat down on a bench and started to make out. "I feel like a schoolgirl", I said and he went down on his knees, spread my thighs and pushed his tongue inside me. I grabbed his head, letting my head fall on the back of the bench. Then, from some reason I asked him to stop. He did and then stood up and went to sit on the bench next to me. I got up and felt his arms grabbing me. I turned around towards him only to sit on his cock.

Slit

It was an actual relief to spend the beginning of the week in this gothic foggy city. Everything seemed to be unfamiliar, except from him: an old evident for my past. However, it all fit together really well, along with the ancient location and its Kafkaesque atmosphere.
For that reason nothing seemed strange to me. Suddenly it became winter and for only one night. He asked me whether I would like to see his place. "I have an attic", he said, "It's good for hiding." I agreed since nothing seemed to happen outside.
He opened the front door and shoved me against the narrow elevator. Then he let me put my coat in his apartment, only to take my hand and let me inside his wide and black attic. It was clear that his head would have to easily rub my ass as he would climb up the ladder, right behind me.
I dropped my left shoe but it didn't stop me from going up. The space became so small at the top, so all that was left to do was cling to the windowpane, inhale the lucid night air and hang onto the smog, as he inserted his finger into my slit. "No one can hear you in here", he whispered into my neck while caressing my clit with his forefinger and shutting my moans with his right palm.

Takeaway

It's been a while since I've last saw him, possibly a year, or even more. "When was the last time I touched you?" he panted while biting my neck and leaving me with a hickey and sixteen year old thoughts. When we'd met I immediately wanted him to fuck me. He was a bartender; I was drunk, therefore it wasn't too much of an unrealistic thing to carry out.
Yesterday it was different. He looked less like a stud yet more like a man, and despite the fact his hypnotizing six pack was no longer there, I still wanted him to make me gag.
I stared at his cock and wondered whether it would still feel thick and fulfilling. First I took it in my mouth, just to make sure, and after moistening it with saliva I easily inserted it into me, waiting for his familiar moans. He knew that I can hardly move when he fills me that accurately. I knew that I want to have one more taste of him before he comes, so I had to let myself out and let him purge in my throat.

Have It Your Way

It all happened pretty fast; the phone call, the edgy text messages, the drive.. Then we entered the little house which was located in a neighborhood that looked like it was frozen in time.
"Oh, there's not going to be any sexual activity tonight", he felt the need to define. I knew that the best thing for me to do was to be calm; therefore I sat on the sofa and caressed his head. Then I kissed his high cheekbones and moved on to his lips that seemed to surrender. He closed his eyes, kissing me. Suddenly he lifted my dress, pulled my thong and started to lick my pussy as if words meant nothing to him. He spread my lips with his long fingers, searching for the exact spot; and I forgot who he was and let my head fall on the cold floor. It didn't disturb him for sucking it all, and when I finally came I knew that my scream was for both of us.

Suck My Dick

"I don't think I'm capable of doing anything at the moment; but you can suck my dick", he said kindly. I thought it was very generous of him, but yet, I chose to pass.
Usually I don't refuse such a request, but that night I wasn't in the right mood. I mean, that night I didn't feel like opening my mouth and shove an indecisive cock into my throat. And not because of the cock, there was nothing wrong with that cock; in fact I had the pleasure of meeting it just a few days ago.

Two days ago things seemed a bit different. I invited the proud owner of that cock to come over. It was 3:00AM, so it didn't seem necessary to either turn on the light or say something besides "take off your clothes." I thought it was cute, cute and efficient. He thought I was rude and now he wants me to suck his cock after two hours of worthless talking.
People can take revenge in many different ways, so I took his growing male organ in my mouth and sucked it. Sometimes it's better to swallow your pride.

Jesus

Funny enough I didn't have any expectations from that evening. I went to the same old local bar and had the same old shots of vodka, stared at nothing and thought about Jesus Luz. I couldn't hear a thing besides the gooey sound of a stiff cock as it goes in and out of a moist pussy. Some people simply do it for you. Then I saw a masculine mocha arm with the perfect amount of hair. It had a metal watch on it and a fleshy diamond ring on its pinkie. I felt my inner thighs as they slightly separated from each other as I looked at the guy's face. He had blue eyes and a deaf stare. He was sitting next to me, so I leaned over a bit and told the bartender that I would like another shot, please. When I got back at my seat, I made sure to easily hover with my fingers over his bare arm. I could tell that he was younger than me, especially when he started to be aware of my presence. I thought it was cute so when I went to the toilet I said, "come". I saw him going up the stairs, right behind me. I let him absentmindedly rub his groin against my butt as I stepped forward, with him at the back. Then I leaned against the wooden door and let him shove me against the toilet seat. I am almost sure that he closed the door right after I unbuttoned his pants and swallowed his cock.

Birthday

I decided to leave the cake out of it and concentrate on another type of blowing. Everybody was already drunk and I could sneak out easily, and slip away to meet him out the back. He was younger than me and blonde, although I usually prefer them dark. He was waiting for me leaning against a blue car's door. Two hours ago I had approached the bar and asked him to fix me a Martini cocktail. His eyes were stuck somewhere between my boobs as he gave me the drink. I smiled and kept on watching his eyes for the rest of the evening. I even saw him looking at me through the candles' smoke. At that point I smiled back again, and I immediately went outside.He was already out the back, smoking a cigarette. I took one blow from it, without asking his permission; after all it was my birthday. Then I threw it away as his hand started to caress my inner thigh. I was happy I was wearing a short skirt that night, which made it very simple for him to rip off my panties pretty easily and shove his hard and somewhat dry cock inside me. Luckily for me I wasn’t wearing any pantyhose, either. Oh, and I was already wet for both of us.

Lunch

The moment that I first saw him he was taking off his motor cycle helmet and entering the restaurant, I lost my urge to chase and became bereft. I arrived inside a few seconds after and sat in front of him. I wanted him to get a good look at my lace cleavage hugging top and silk stockings, but he didn't. He just sat there and left me to drown, all by myself, in his tight black t-shirt, reminiscing about his intense hold of me, the one I'd already lost long ago. I stared at him and couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock in my mouth. I yearned for an extreme deepthroating, mouth fucking, whatever you wanna call it. The eye-watering. Chocking. Reducing to nothing but the essence of it. That was what I am missing the most.

Physique

I love outlines, rough drafts and bone structures. First I see the frame and then I fill it with all the rest: a wide chest, firm hands and a big cock. Sometimes I can find myself simply starring at a jaw-line or an exceptionally beautiful bicep. It is hypnotizing. It happened to me yesterday. I sat in a small café next to another person who happened to be a guy and a very good looking one. We made plans to meet up and when I saw him I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate in just talking. He, on the other hand was in a very chatty mood so I tried to keep up with his flow of words. His sculptured pecs were about to break out from his buttoned shirt and I could see myself getting lost somewhere in between the heart and his incredibly sensitive nipples.

Bare

His smooth & erect cock was staring at me, as if it had a life of its own. I didn’t look at his face, as I knew I wouldn't find anything in there. I kept on ogling his magnificently sculptured dick, a real piece of art linked to a hollow soul. I closed my eyes and took the fragrant male organ in my mouth. I melted it with my tongue and sensed it getting harder inside my throat. I could hear him panting as he stroked my hair, patient yet encouraging. I felt the wetness filling my pussy with uncontrollable yearning but decided to keep on going till I could swallow his sweet outburst.