A few strands had fallen out of place in their activities so far, but otherwise her hair was as perfectly arranged as when they first had been seated at the restaurant earlier that evening. So beautiful; so elegant; so sexy. When she spoke after they first met, his eyes had been riveted on her lips. Those full, pouty, fill-us-with-a-cock lips. Once or twice in the evening, he'd had a brief fantasy of what it would be like to have his dick between those lips; filling that girlish mouth. And finally, now in the privacy of Rachel's bedroom, all of his opposition to roundly fucking this tipsy woman melted away with each pulsing suckle.
His hands ran recklessly through her hair, disheveling Rachel's once-immaculate coiffure. His passion grew as he reveled in the luxurious tresses, comparing it quite positively to the butch haircut that his bitchy ex-wife preferred.
With his fingers intertwined in Rachel's bobby-pinned locks, his palms flattened against the back of her head and he carefully pushed his hips forward. He was pleased to hear no muffled objection and his penis easily glided deeper until he felt Rachel's nose pressing into his abdomen. Michael groaned at the sensation enveloping his entire cock. He could barely get his ex to give him head when they were together, much less take him this deep.
Rachel hummed in satisfaction without so much a hint of gagging on the cock slowly fucking her throat. Michael smiled, wondering if it was the alcohol or simply experience that allowed this sexy woman to be so relaxed as she deep-throated his dick.
His hard cock pulled back from Rachel's mouth enough for her to resume sucking on it. He watched her legs hinging to and fro, and admired each slim thigh and toned calf in black hose as they flexed just for him. He reached out and caught one. As he held her ankle in one hand, his fingers glided down the curve of her calf and along her leg. They retraced partway, and then slid between her slightly spread thighs. Hearing no challenge, his fingertips traveled along one until he was reaching under her short skirt. Rachel purred beneath him as his hand cupped and caressed her crotch before rubbing along the length inside her other thigh.
Michael's fingers traveled this path a couple more times as he fondled his willing, albeit soused, date. On the last pass, both hands ran along Rachel's legs, and up over her ass. He enjoyed the soft satiny feel of her dress as he caressed her body on up to her shoulders. As he moved back down, he paused at the hem of her dress. Rachel felt fingertips slip beneath the tight garment, and slowly pull it up to her waist, which she aided with a slight arch to her body. Michael's hands and eyes fell on the cute round ass that he'd ogled as she had walked away from him when she had excused herself during dinner. As he moved along her tush, he realized that he felt no panties under the fabric. "Oh my god," he mumbled and his eyes rolled in appreciation of this woman and his luck.
"Turn over for me, Rachel," he said, his reservations completely gone. He pulled out and as she rolled over and repositioned herself, Michael quickly took off his pants and boxers. The inebriated beauty's eyes were closed as he directed his cock into her waiting mouth. She suckled the head as though savoring a piece of hard candy. Loud, erotic slurping sounds filled the room.
Moments later, Rachel slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the now-tight ballsack above her. Confused and concerned, she spit out the cock, and declared with drunken vigor, "Hey! Your ass is upside down! You better stand up, or you're gonna fall down."
Michael chuckled as he pushed his cock down and back into her mouth. "That's okay, Rachel. I'm good at having sex upside down. You just keep on sucking for me." Whether from satisfaction at the answer, or from forgetting her concern, the brunette wrapped her pillowy lips around the presented head and continued servicing his hard member.
He looked down at the lips and cheeks between his legs. His gaze traveled to her sculpted chin, along her perfect neck, over her still clothed body, and down her legs. Mimicking his previous motions, he reached forward, and slipped his hand between Rachel's partly splayed knees, and slowly worked upward, caressing her inner thigh until his hand could move no further. His sucking partner's legs moved a bit farther apart, as if inviting him in. His palm rested on her mound. He felt just the slightest hint of dampness as he rubbed Rachel through her opaque black hose. His middle finger worked its way slightly into the crease of an ever-moistening pussy.
Then, as if to check his assessment of his date's lingerie selection or lack thereof, Michael pulled Rachel's dress up and his fingers slid under the waistband of her hose, caressing first her toned abdomen, then moving further in. The lycra stretched over his hand and little by little he found more soft smooth skin. His fingertips soon confirmed his first conclusion when they found a groomed patch of hair. He smiled as he thought how this sexy woman had been sitting across the table from him, and the whole time she was wearing no underwear. His cock got even harder in Rachel's mouth as he wondered what she had intended. Even if she hadn't gotten so drunk, was she planning on fucking him? And if so, if she was planning on bringing him back to her apartment, why go to dinner with no panties? Did Rachel think they might hit it off, and did she make sure she'd be ready for the passion of an impromptu tryst? Maybe in a bathroom, or outside in a secluded niche among the downtown buildings? Somewhere where they could slip out of the way, she could get fucked good and hard, and just as quickly, she could have her hose and dress back in place to continue on their way or to part company.
Amid these lurid what-ifs, the word 'slut' never came to his mind, though the meaning behind that word had a major effect. Michael's hand moved deeper, until his finger wrapped down and over her hard clit and into the folds of her very wet pussy. Rachel groaned. Instilled with new lust, she grabbed onto his hips, using them for leverage to pull her head upward again and again to lip-jack his cock. He masturbated her with his finger, as she masturbated him with her mouth.
Seeing her lower body in front of him, feeling her wet slit as his other hand took in the softness of her covered thigh, he was overcome with the desire to taste her and breathe her aroma. His head moved between her thighs, and they gently clamped around it as her knees came up. His lips and tongue ran all over the damp hose that separated them from his fingers and her pussy. His lips and chin were bathed in her scent. He knew he had to have more.
Straightening up, Michael quickly worked Rachel's tights over her hips and along her thighs to her knees. The fabric stretched between them as she offered herself to him. In the instant that he took to lean back in, his mind captured the image of Rachel's naked hips, her trim thighs, the erotically taut hose, and the strip of hair with which she decorated her perfectly bald pussy lips. As he began ferociously licking her pussy, his thoughts bounced randomly among all the things he wanted to do to her; all the ways he wanted to use her proffered body. Every sexual act and position in the world fought for prominence, as his tongue created a muffled, moaned, "Oh god..." to creep out around his dick.
Rachel's head hung down off the side of the bed, and she briefly took in an inverted view of her bedroom door, just before closing her eyes to enjoy the oral attention. For Michael, the wonderful sensation of his date's mouth was replaced by the equally enjoyable feeling of her masturbating him. Her hand stroked his saliva-coated cock, as his tongue wound its way through her very wet pussy lips. He tasted her tangy-sweet pussy again and again, licking and sucking and probing. Rachel encouraged him to lick more, and deeper, and up and down, and whatever other pleasurable instruction came stumbling through her wine-fogged mind. Current sensations and past memories blurred together. She couldn't even remember if she'd ever had sex before, or individually recall with whom, but in those moments everyone who had ever licked her pussy was blended into her perception of this new lover.
Michael's tongue flicked rapidly up and down on her clitoris. "Oh gawwwwwwwd," came a deep, guttural groan that Rachel barely recognized as being her own voice. "Fuuuuckkk....," it trailed off and was replaced by a deep sharp gasp and a screamed "FUCK" as Michael delivered a quick, hard suckle to the little fold. Arms wrapped around thighs; Michael's grip was more deliberate and Rachel's more desperate, as both temporary lovers clasped the other's body.
Rachel turned her head and buried her face, not knowing that she was biting his thigh in her passion. Michael never realized how something so animal and so kinky could be so erotic and so stimulating. He was overcome with a equally carnal goal of making Rachel cum. Even if she didn't want to cum, which she did, he was determined to make her cum.
Michael pushed two fingers into her easily receptive pussy. While continuing his flicking and sucking on her clit, he rapidly masturbated the vocal minx. Her hair became more undone as her head flailed from side to side under the oral and digital assault. When Michael's tongue hit a particularly pleasing combination with his mouth and hand, Rachel gasped or uttered some expletive. Amid all the clamor of his gripping, licking, sucking and masturbating, and her writhing, screaming, groaning and biting, Rachel's orgasm hit her, hard and unexpected.
Her thighs clamped together around his head and her back arched, pushing her pussy to him. A moment later, her hips released and her body involuntarily curled under him, as if trying to pull her tender clit away from the relentless pleasure. But he would have none of that, and he gripped her lower body even tighter to keep her right where he wanted her. He licked her clit hard, over and over. "Oh god, oh god... SHIT!" she screamed. "Oh shit, Michael. Mmmmmm... uhhnnn... oh god... fuck me... godammit, fuck me... fuckme, fuckme, fuckme... god, please fuck me..."
His lingual attack on her finally relented, and he stood up. Rachel quickly moved on the bed, the room swirling, as Michael stripped off his shirt. He climbed on and as they knelt upright together, they both fumbled with the buttons that ran from the high neck of her dress down to her breast. Soon they were all undone, and he was helping her pull the short black dress up and over her head. Her breasts were held in a sexy blue bra, cut low and wide across the front. Its sparse lace pattern decorated her breasts more than hid them, as her pert nipples looked out through the see-through fabric.
