I Want Her To Know What Love Is Ch 03

Knowing they can freely have sex, Rooster and Sonia go at it tooth and nail. They go on a date, where a former client recognizes her and has to be corrected. This chapter contains interracial sex, oral sex, anal sex, titty fucking, a sensual spanking, bondage, squirting, and mild pegging. This work is copyrighted, and is not to be used, published, edited, altered or changed in any way without the author's written permission. © Copyright 2024

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 3

A Weekend of Debauchery

I woke up with the most wonderful sensation of a warm, wet mouth, wrapped around the base of my cock, while a tongue, licked at my balls. To have both mouth and tongue of the same woman doing both was nearly incomprehensible. I'd never met anyone who could deep throat my cock before. On the other hand, I'd also never dealt with a professional before.

"Christ, that's exquisite," I moaned.

In answer, she cupped my balls with one hand, while running the other over the planes of my stomach and playing with my nipple. I know we'd exhausted ourselves last night, but not how long she'd been sucking me this morning, but I felt I was close to my tipping point. Before I could release, Sonia slurped her way up my shaft and grinned at me from behind my cock, knocking me off my perch before I orgasmed.

"I'm considered quite the cock sucking expert amongst my clients, Rooster, and I realized I hadn't yet let you experience my expertise, so I decided to wake you with a small sample."

"Don't stop now," I said.

"But I must. You were about to cum, sir."

"Isn't that the point?"

"I thought it was, because for me, time is money. My goal is usually to relieve my client of the contents of his balls as quickly as possible. Yesterday afternoon, you altered my opinion somewhat on the subject, particularly as it pertains to girlfriends and boyfriends. As much as I wanted to cum while you were licking me, you put my orgasm off until I exploded so hard, I squirted. While you squirt every time you cum, it was a once in a lifetime experience for me. I wished to see if a similar experience for you would alter your orgasm in such a substantial way. Perhaps the head of your cock flies off, or your cock explodes, or some such thing. I wished to use the scientific method to explore the possibility. Being a science/inventor nerd, I thought you would appreciate my scientific endeavors."

"Not at the expense of my cock exploding, I wouldn't," I laughed.

"Well, I'm quite sure it won't explode, but something different may happen if we don't give in to your lust immediately. Do I need to tie you down or can you behave?"

"I imagine I can behave," I replied.

I did behave and Sonia brought me very close to my orgasm three more times before she took me over the edge. I had one of the strongest orgasms that I'd ever had. I clutched her head with my hands and bucked my hips up into her mouth with each pulse of my balls. She was taking every inch all the way down her throat, and not losing a drop.

My orgasm left my cock very sensitive, so sensitive that I could barely touch it, but I was still rock hard, and she lay on her back and told me to mount her. The feelings of her wet, slick pussy wrapped around my cock was as good as the blow job, and I pounded her, over and over, eventually folding her in two so I could stare into her adored face and beautiful brown eyes, while my balls smacked wetly against her ass and the juices leaking from her pussy.

Her legs wrapped around my back, clutching me to her while her hands gripped my arms and shoulders as she shuddered and moaned through orgasm after orgasm. I don't think her lips left mine the entire time we fucked, just exchanging the same air. The fact I'd just cum down her throat didn't make a bit of difference to me.

"Cum in me, stud. Cum in your black whore," she whimpered after fifteen more minutes and four more orgasms for her.

I kicked my fucking up another notch and within a few more minutes, did exactly as she asked. I flooded her pussy with my cream. Even now, I remained more than a little hard, looking at the face of my dream girl, so I could continue sluicing through my own spunk like sloppy seconds for another half dozen minutes before I felt the blood begin leaving my prick.

I rolled off of her, breathing hard.

"That was amazing," Sonia said. "You haven't even had your Wheaties yet this morning, Rooster."

What I would have liked to say was 'You don't know how long I've waited to bed you, Sonia. Twelve long years I've wanted you and not another female ever did for me what you're doing to me now.' What I said was, "I've never felt a connection like this to anyone."

"Should we eat first, or would you like to fuck my ass, but I warn you, you'd better have a huge bottle of lube."

She noticed my cock begin to perk up, hearing she was prepared to let me fuck that perfect ass.

"Already?"

"You did mention your ass, and fucking," I said. "You know I'm an ass man."

She laughed. Sonia laid her head down on my stomach and began licking our accumulated cream from my cock. It steadily grew in her mouth, even as she cleaned up after our passion.

"Do you like how we taste together?" I asked.

"It's quite tasty. Your cum is mildly sweet. Are you sure you're not a pre-diabetic?"

"A former date told me that she read in Cosmopolitan or some other ladies' magazine, that if a man drank a half cup of pineapple juice every day, his cum would be sweeter. I tried it out, and the next woman to blow me seemed to like the taste, so I kept up with it."

"Is that why you drink orange/pineapple juice for breakfast?"

"That's the reason."

"I wish all men drank the stuff. Some cum is quite vile. Do you have lube?" Sonia asked, giving my cock a tug, already near full mast again.

"I have lube."

I got up and went to her room and got the citrus massage oil, then I got a towel to clean up afterwards, wetting half of it, returned to my bedroom and got some lube out of the drawer of my nightstand. Sonia got on her hands and knees.

"Just lie on your stomach," I said. "I think I'm long enough to penetrate you without you kneeling. This might take awhile, since you've drained me pretty good already."

"I'm quite sure you are long enough. Are you suggesting I should have let you fuck my ass first?"

"I'm saying that if I don't last thirty minutes, I'll be surprised. Whether that means your ass should have gone first is up to you to decide, plus I'm going to start with a massage first to loosen you up a little."

"Lovely."

Sonia lowered herself to the bed and I spread her legs wide before kneeling between them. I gave her a nice, leisurely, twenty minute massage, the last five of which, I was helping to prepare her pucker for my prick, gently spreading the sphincter wider and wider, with one finger, then two, then three.

She grunted a little on three, but didn't otherwise complain. The preparations made, I applied liberal amounts of lube to her slightly gapped brownie, and my tumescent cock.

"Be gentle," Sonia said when she felt my cock head against her rosebud.

I figured if I was ever going to do this again, I'd be more than gentle. I eased the crown of my cock past her pucker, then held still, letting her muscle relax around the narrow part under the flange. She'd gasped a bit as the glans spread her wide, but otherwise quiet except for her normal breathing. I gave her around three or four minutes for her to get used to my prick in her rectum, then started to ease in.

About halfway in, she gave a soft groan.

"Too fast?"

"Actually, you're doing nicely. Don't change anything."

Watching my cock disappear into her ass had me as hard as differential calculus. It was my smuttiest dreams coming true; her mouth, her pussy, her ass, all in one morning. I bottomed out and my cock twitched, and I swear, it grew another half inch longer and fatter around.

"You're so big," she said.

"I bet you say that to all your boyfriends, you slut," I laughed.

She giggled again. "I never let a boyfriend fuck my ass. Then I start with the biggest one, more fool I."

"Did you let your husband?"

"No. He tried once but he had whiskey dick and couldn't get it in me. I didn't let him try again."

"I'm honored to be the first boyfriend to claim your back door."

"Have you ever before?"

"I think four previous women," I said. "Most were somewhat afraid of the size. How are you doing down there? Can I start moving?"

"Give it a shot, but not too hard. My pussy already hurts. I don't want to add my ass to the equation."

"I hurt you? Why didn't you say something?"

"Because it hurt so good, Rooster, I didn't want it to stop. It hurts more now than it did when you were fucking me."

"Should I pull out?"

"God, no. It doesn't feel bad, it just takes getting used to."

I started to move, nice and slow. About five minutes in, Sonia had her first anal orgasm, and I do mean her first. She told me she'd never come from anal sex before.

"That was different," she said. "It seemed to start in my ass and migrate to my pussy. I'm kind of liking this."

"I like doing it," I replied. "Can I go a little faster? Otherwise we might be here for a while."

"Give it a try."

I sped up. I wasn't rocking her, taking about a half minute on each stroke in, and each stroke out. Her ass was tight, and knocking against her very attractive back bumpers was an extreme pleasure. She managed to climax once more before I did. I felt drained when I finally stopped pumping semen into her bottom.

When I finally pulled out, I was shocked as hell when Sonia wrapped her lips around my pecker and started cleaning it off.

"Sonia, what the fuck!"

She laughed. "Don't sweat the small stuff, Rooster. I found an enema kit in the bathroom and emptied my bowels this morning before rejoining you in bed and starting your blow job. I wouldn't be doing this otherwise. Your cock is probably cleaner than my pussy was last night when you licked me. Your cock has a faint soap tinge. I don't think I rinsed it out as well as I could have, but even that's mild."

"You should warn a guy."

She smiled, lowered her mouth over my dick and finished cleaning me off. She popped up when she was done.

"Well, I'm convinced we need to eat now. I'm famished. All this energetic sex has me burning calories. Why don't you slip on a robe and start breakfast while I shower so I don't leave cum tracks all over your house. What are we doing today? Try to give my pussy a rest for the next three hours or so."

"I was thinking you could wear that slinky purple number you bought, and we could go out dining and dancing," I said. "That would be fun."

"That would be fun. Good job, Rooster. I was worried you were running out of ideas for a good time."

"I doubt I'll run out of ideas. I'm an idea man, remember?"

I put on a robe and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, Sonia joined me, also wearing nothing but a robe. "I love that you have bidets. It makes me feel much cleaner."

She set the table, then started making pumpernickel toast.

"I also love you having a wide selection of bread types. I like ryes and pumpernickel. My favorite might be a mixture of the two."

"I think less processed bread is better for you."

"Where's Benson this morning?"

"Probably in his room."

"Lovely," she said. Sonia removed her robe.

Having her dancing around my kitchen in all her glory, buttering toast, got my engines revving again. She saw my robe jutting out over my cock.

"You're easy," she laughed, grabbing a slice of bacon to munch on.

"You're sexy," I replied, grabbing my own.

"You certainly make me feel that way. Your dick gets hard if I just flash a little skin."

"You're doing more than flashing a little skin."

She laughed, then stuck her hand under my robe and ran her hand from my balls to the tip of my shaft.

"Absolutely amazing. Most men would have been done after two orgasms this morning. You look like you'd be happy with four."

"Or more."

"More? How much more?"

"Don't know. I never went more than three before. You inspire me."

"We might have to engage in a little experimentation today."

"I'm not opposed to the idea."

She laughed and sat down. She turned the chair to face the stove and spread her legs. Her pussy interior glistened in the kitchen lights.

"Fuck!"

She inserted a finger in the wetness, then pulled it out and sucked on it a little. My cock started to throb. My robe was bouncing up and down.

"Could we save our experimentation for the bedroom," I said. "You did mention you were hungry."

She smiled and closed her legs, turning to face the table. I finished up the eggs and plated two for her and two for me, splitting up the rest of the bacon between us. I sat opposite her so I could look at her boobs. Her nipples were puckered. She was as aroused as I was.

I forced myself to eat slowly, when what I really wanted to do, was wolf it down, set her on the table and have my way with her. Despite my restraint, as soon as she was finished, I picked her up, leaving the dirty dishes on the table and her robe in the kitchen, carried her to the elevator. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and her lips found mine. She tasted of egg and pumpernickel. I laid her on the bed.

"Sixty-nine," she said. "My pussy can't take another pounding yet."

I shed my robe, reversed myself and tasted her divine pussy again as her mouth engulfed my cock. I rolled us over so she was on top, and we spent a very delightful forty minutes engaged in oral sex. She finally extracted another helping of cum. It was half the size of my first load this morning, and my cock started to feel a little sore. My face was awash with her fluids, but none of our orgasms stopped us from kissing each other for the next half hour, lazily entwined together. I was in heaven.

"Swim with me?" I asked finally.

"You haven't gotten enough aerobic exercise yet?"

"Not yet, and it will negate the need for a shower."

She smiled and squeezed my hand. "Sure, but naked."

"Naked it is. I'll never get tired of seeing you that way."

We went down the elevator that way, naked as jaybirds, and got in the water, where we both swam laps for a half hour before she got out and sat on the edge of the pool, watching me.

"Are you hard again yet?" Sonia asked.

I switched from the crawl to the backstroke so she could see my erection, then switched back to the crawl.

She shook her head. "Absolutely amazing."

"Is your pussy still sore?"

"Not if you're gentle."

"I can be gentle."

"My ass appreciated that."

"Give me ten more minutes down here," I said. "I'll meet you in the bedroom."

She smiled, stood and dried off, then disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, I entered the bedroom and saw her lying on the bed, fresh sheets on it.

"Benson got quite the shock when he came up with the clean linens," Sonia said.

"Did he say anything?"

"'Sorry, Miss. I thought you were still swimming.' I said, 'Not a problem, Benson. Why don't I help you change the bed. We trashed these sheets pretty good.' So I helped him just as I was, and he left here with quite the stiffy. Does he date anyone?"

"Not that I know of. He has had women over in the past, but I haven't seen anyone for a year or so."

"I wonder if he'd get along with my mother. He's quite the gentleman, and still a handsome guy. His equipment seems in working order. It's too bad he's going with us up north. I'd like to introduce them."

"We can have your mother over when we get back," I said.

"That would be nice." She patted the bed. "Why don't I ride you so I'm in control?"

I got on the bed. My erection had dissipated once she left the pool, but it was only snoozing. As soon as I saw her, it sprang up like May flowers. Sonia straddled me and grabbed my cock, aiming me where she wanted me to go, then pushed backwards, impaling herself. She moaned as she sank to the root.

Sonia took her time. Both of us were a little raw from the sex so far, but there was no rush at this point. We both felt we had time. The sex was exquisite, languid and unrushed. Because of the pace, Sonia didn't come as often as she had earlier, but the ones she did have seemed powerful and enjoyable. I could fondle her breasts, and watch her face as she orgasmed, and I loved to see the pleasure on it. She who had fucked so many times and rarely got pleasure, having lots of it now, with me. I wished I'd been the first each time. The first man she sucked off, the man she lost her virginity to, the one who'd first entered her ass. The only first I could claim was her first anal orgasm.

"All that food Benson fed us last night must have worked," Sonia said, rocking back and forth over my cock. "You seem inexhaustible."

"I'm exhaustible, we just haven't hit it yet."

"Do you fuck all your women like this?"

"You're the first."

"Why couldn't I have met you in high school," Sonia mused.

You did, I thought. You just didn't know it. I mowed your lawn all summer long between my junior and senior years. I gave your parents a rate so good they couldn't refuse, and Jared was playing basketball all of the time. I saw you drive off with four or five different guys at various times, one of the 'in' people, too alive, too busy to see me.

"Good question," I said.

My fifth orgasm of the day was rather weak, and I quickly lost my hardness as soon as I squirted. She laid her head down on my chest, and rested there, sighing, seemingly content, as my prick fell out of her pussy. I grabbed the towel I'd gotten for the anal sex earlier, and used it to clean us up now. There wasn't much to clean.

"I've never felt like this before," Sonia said.

"Like what?" I asked, holding her, my right hand over her ass.

"Happy, content, relaxed. It's like a dream, or I fell asleep and woke up on another planet, where my whole previous life was erased."

"It is erased. You never need go to your street corner again."

She lifted her face to kiss me, then rested on my chest some more. "That's why it doesn't feel real. That tomorrow, or the next day, I don't have to be standing out there in the rain or the cold. I wish I knew what you wanted."

"Nothing more than this for the moment."

She sighed again. "I could sleep like this."

"You've got time for a nap. You can sleep for sixty minutes if you want."

"Thank you."

She drifted off within a couple minutes. Her head resting on my chest was my dream come true. I set the alarm on my watch and joined her.

******

I'd made reservations at the Spoon and Stable for seven PM. It was in the warehouse district in downtown Minneapolis, not too far from the river or the dance club I wanted to take her to later, The Pourhouse, where I also had a table reserved in the VIP section.

The Pourhouse was a prohibition themed bar, and I'd been there a few times before, so I dressed a little like Al Capone, even for the restaurant we'd be dining at first. My clothes were stylish for the era, if not today, but still sharp.

Sonia was a little surprised at what I was wearing, but went along without a word. The purple dress that I'd purchased for her, although it was floor length, had a slit on the left front halfway up her magnificent thighs, and clung to her body like a second skin. As far as I could tell, there wasn't a bra underneath the deeply plunging neck, or I'd have seen it. Her nipples rippled the front of the dress provocatively. The valley between her breasts was visible halfway to her navel. I could feel my dick getting hard again, as difficult as that might be to believe. I wondered about panties, because I couldn't see hide nor hair of a panty line, although there might have been a g-string.