Are you ready for me?
A thrill runs though me as I read his text. Always ready I reply.
11 pm the expected knocking on the door. I open to reveal my very drunk fuck buddy standing there in his suit. His jacket lies folded over his arm. He grins as he watches my eyes light up. He knows I have a thing for guys wearing suits it something about that fitted message of confidence they convey that turns me on.
'Should I put on the jacket for you'? He asks knowing my response already. 'You can' I reply 'but don't expect it to stay on for too long I'm ready to fuck you right now!'
'Sexy ayyy?' He twirls so I can appreciate the full effect. 'Careful now' he admonishes me as I rush to tear it off 'this suit is expensive be gentle'.
He carefully removes his jacket and hangs it safely over the door his considerate actions giving me false impressions as to how drunk he really is. He strides over to where I stand admiring the view and pushes me against the wall. Pinning me against its unyielding force he fiercely claims my mouth. Biting my lips ever so gently he kisses me. In the four months we have fucked I have had one rule (well OK there have been more) but number one - NO kissing. Too intimate. Too easy to fall prey to all those emotional traps that traditional foreplay tends to evoke. It's usually in, out, nice to know you, call you later. It should have been my first sign that tonight rules would not apply.
I knead his groin going along with this new change. I feel his cock stiffen in my hand the sensation bringing me to my knees as I frantically pull down his pants eager to get it into my salivating mouth. He moans as my warm mouth encases his hard shaft but within seconds he pulls me off him.
Why are we still dressed he questions me. You know how visual I am I need you naked. This is a guy who strips as soon as he enters my house and expects me to do the same. This is the guy who refuses to dim the lights. This is a guy who has no use for lingerie. This is the guy who has also given me a newly acquired confidence in my body. A confidence that would soon be completely torn apart.
Almost frantically he pulls off my pj's. I help him unbutton that lovely white shirt. His tie is placed around my neck. 'Come with me bitch' He uses it to pull me into the playroom/dining room. The mood has suddenly changed it is no longer light and playful. He has taken control and I am there to please him. Together we have danced this strange dance of dominance and submission many times before. It is in this atmosphere I am most accustomed. It is where I feel most comfortable. It is here I know what my role is. I know what to expect.
He stands. I kneel. I lightly lick his cock teasing him. I am waiting for him to take command. Mocking his rule. I do not have to wait long he grabs my hair and pushes me down on that cock until it is firmly lodged in my throat. My nose is stuck against his rock hard stomach. He is all muscle this guy. I have no hope against his strength. He can lift me with one arm. I struggle to breathe. I have long since taken care of my gag reflex he knows I can take it but tonight he wants to test me. I feel his penis pulsating in my throat. I explore the shaft with my tongue eliciting moans from above. I try to push off him I need to catch my breath. He holds me there my struggle exciting to him. He soon bores of this position and pushes me to lie flat on the ground. With 2 legs over my head he begins to fuck my mouth like a surrogate pussy.