Booty Im

*This is a true encounter between a wonderful friend and fuck buddy from back home… Oh how I miss Him!*

“Hey, what’cha doin’?” the message read.

“Nuttin’,” I replied.

“You can’t nut,” he wrote back. “You’re a girl.”

“LOL,” was all I could think of to say back.

About a minute passed before another IM appeared on my Yahoo! Messenger window. “So, really, what’cha doing?”

“Nothing really,” I replied, honestly. “Little bored, little tired, a lot horny.”

“Oh really?” came his reply, and at that moment I could picture Steve sitting over in his apartment, naked, perking up. “Feel like a booty call?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. “Yeah, sure,” I said. “Come on over. Door’s unlocked.”

“’Kay, see ya in thirty.”

No sooner than he got his reply out Steve was logged off! That meant I had to hurry. Sure, he said see you in thirty, but that was always a guess based on traffic, and at 3 am in winter it wasn’t likely that the roads would be packed.

Quickly I set my away message, Busy getting laid! Leave a message if ya want, and hit the power button on my monitor. It went black. I stood up from my computer and made my way to the front door of my apartment and unlocked it.

Two tasks done. I then made my way to the hall and grabbed two towels from the linen closet, one for my hair and the other for my body. The bathroom floor was cold against my bare feet and I cursed under my breath. I turned the water on and soon a hot stream flowed from the faucet. I stripped off my tee-shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower.

I placed my right hand on the shower wall, leaned forward, and allowed the water to stream down the back of my head and over my neck, shoulders, and back. The hot water felt deliciously wonderful against my straining muscles that were already feeling the burn from the night’s previous two fucks.

I didn’t want this feeling to end, but I knew I had to get in gear. Since I had already showered that morning, and once again between the earlier fuckings, I didn’t worry about washing my hair. I needed only worry about the crucial areas. I grabbed my loofah from its hook against the shower wall and my Bath & Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar body wash and set to work.

The soapy loofah smelled invigorating with my body wash as I lathered it across my skin. I started with my tits. With a circular motion, I worked the lather along my left tit. Over, under, and all around the soft sponge went. I then moved to the right, repeating the motions. Both hands went up to my soapy nipples and I pinched them until they were taut and standing out at their full half inch in length.

My hands moved across my body, both soapy now. They crossed my tummy and moved down to my awaiting cunt. With the loofah I soaped up the hairless snatch and then passed it a couple of times past my puckered asshole. Setting the loofah back on the hook, I continued to rub my cunt and asshole with my hands. I slid my fingertips over my clit and shuddered. The warm feeling sent shivers down my spine.

I was enjoying my self-romp, but I knew it had to come to an end. I wanted to be blindfolded and on my bed by the time Steve got here, so I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower.

Wrapped in towels, I made my way across my dark living room to peek out my balcony window to the parking lot below. Steve was here and was already out of his car! I had to hurry. I sprinted back through my living room, losing the towel on my head in the process, and nearly leapt into my bedroom.

Quickly I threw my towel off my midsection and jumped onto the bed. I landed on my back and rolled slightly to the right. I picked up my folded bandana and slide it around my eyes, tying it into a tight knot at the back of my head. Next I reached for my favorite lil’ clit buzzer.

My hands spread my cuntlips apart and I placed my buzzer directly on my clit. I heard the door to my apartment open, close, and then heard the lock engage. I heard movement in the living room, but then all was silent.

I assumed Steve must have been watching me, but I had no idea for how long. I so badly wanted him to touch me, but slipping into sub space I felt no way to tell him that. I just had to sit and wait. At least I had my clit toy, though!

Finally I could hear Steve entering the bedroom. He didn’t say a word to me. I felt the familiar sensation of the mattress shifting as he sat on the side of the bed. I wasn’t positive, but pretty sure he was laying next to me now. I could feel his body next to mine from head to toe.

A moan escaped my mouth the second I felt his hand on my cunt. I always felt that my buzzer enhanced any touching of my lower region and that night was no exception! I was dripping wet by the time Steve placed two fingers inside me.

“Nice addition,” he whispered into my ear, clearly meaning the bandana since I had never used it with him.

Steve continued to finger fuck me into a frenzy. It wasn’t long before I felt the first wave of orgasm slip over me. My moaning grew louder, as it’s always done when I was close to orgasm. My fingers dug in tight to my lips and my breathing turned to panting. My calves tightened as my toes curled.

I held on to the orgasm as long as I could, bucking my hips, trying to fuck Steve’s fingers as if they were his cock. As fast as the orgasm crept up on me, I shut the buzzer off and threw it to the side. I reached the ‘too sensitive’ stage and couldn’t handle the vibrations on my clit any longer. Even with the buzzer off and out of reach I could feel my clit pulsating.

And that’s when mild-mannered Steve showed me his Sadistic streak. Before I had the chance to block his advances, his mouth was locked over my cunt tight! I cried out, moaned, and cried out again. My hips bucked, nearly throwing him off me, but then Steve clamped down and began sucking on my clit as if it were a cock!

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I cried out as another orgasmic wave wracked my body. My hips raised to the point that my ass lifted from the bed, but Steve never let go. His teeth held tighter to my throbbing clit as he growled around it. His hands came up, grabbing cheek as his fingers dug in.

His fingers kneaded my ass as if it were dough. My cheeks were pulled apart and mashed tightly together over and over again. Finally, with a deep sigh, my body fell back to the bed. Steve released his mouth from me. I thought I was going to get a brief moment’s peace, but then he licked my clit with one quick lap.

He pulled the bandana from my eyes, and just like that, he leaned up and was facing me. Our faces were mere inches away and I could see the lust burning in his pale ice blue eyes. “Turn over,” he said.

No sooner had I turned over and Steve was mounting me like a wild beast. One quick, hard thrust and he was buried in me. I cried out from the sudden impalement. The fucking continued in this manner. One hard, fast thrust after another sent me one step closer to the edge again.

“You like that?” Steve asked, grabbing a hand full of hair and jerking my head back.

I grunted something that was as close to a ‘yeah’ or ‘yes’ as I could manage at the moment.

“You love getting fucked like a dirty whore, don’t you!” he asked.

My right cheek and throat were pressed into the mattress, the pillows having been long discarded. My long brown hair lay strewn all around my face and shoulders after Steve let go.

“Answer me!” he demanded, smacking my ass dead center, getting both cheeks in the blow.

My initial reply was a grunt immediately after the smack, which warranted another. Finally I was able to yell out, “Yes!”

“Then tell me!” Steve demanded, getting caught up in a role all too new to him. “Tell me you like getting fucked like the dirty little whore you know you are!”

“Yes! Oh God, Steve, yes!” I cried out. “I love being fucked like a cheap, dirty whore! It’s what I was meant to be!”

“Good,” Steve said, gaining composure back in his voice. “Now cum for me.”

Never had Steve and I engaged in D/s together, though he had always known what the lifestyle meant to me. I was surprised to see such a natural dominance from a man who seemed to hold no previous interest. But it was no surprise for me to see how easily I took to this new side of him.

He reached out, pulling me up, and slid his right hand around my throat. In an instant he sent me through my third orgasm of the morning. This one had been the most intense by far! The unexpected D/s sent me to delicious heights.

Soon, I was calming down again. Steve’s hand left my throat. He allowed my body to fall limp from him. It was then that I realized he hadn’t cum yet. Gently, he turned me over. My legs spread. He leaned down and kissed me passionately on the lips. The Steve I knew came back.

He entered me much more gently than he had before. His body rocked to a slow, smooth rhythm, and mine followed. I slid my legs up around his sides, and locked my ankles behind his back. He kissed me again, and I returned the kiss.

I closed my eyes, taking in all of Steve with my other senses. I knew he was close. His breathing quickened as did his pace. “Cum, Steve,” I whispered as my teeth caught his ear.

He grunted as his cum streamed into me. He pumped a few more times before he let his body relax. My legs fell from around him and relaxed against the bed. Slowly, I opened my eyes again.

“Thank you,” I whispered.