London Calling 20

As anyone in my small group of friends will tell you, I'm very shy. So shy, in fact, that I'm surprised I have any friends at all. I am not really sure why I am so shy, after all I'm average looking, I have a decent job, and I'm intelligent. I guess I was just raised to be very quiet and guarded. I've never done good things. I've never done bad things. I never did anything out of the blue. That's why last weekend was so incredible; I still can't believe there's a woman like her out in the world. She is an axe to break the ice. I'll tell you the story, and you'll see what I mean.

I was at a local antique store, in the overcast gloom of Seattle, rooting through some records. I'm a big collector of vinyl, and they had just come across a large purchase of albums. While I was picking through some gems from the past, a smoking hot Tattooed girl jostled in next to me, bumping my arm and began fishing through the records as well.

"I love the imperfect sound of vinyl" she said, in a distinct accent, that I couldn't yet place. I gave her a half grin, my shy way of agreeing. I was clutching an original pressing of London Calling by The Clash. every once in a while, you find a great score like that. Maybe not once in a lifetime, but a great score nonetheless. As I continued my careful inspection of the vinyl gold, the unbelievable looking foreign beauty standing near me, exclaimed.

"OH MAN! You have London calling?!"

I managed to squeak out some kind of 'yep' or something stupid like that.

"Dude, I would totally suck your cock for that record" the eccentric stranger said with a giggle. I must've looked stunned, I said nothing. She laughed and asked if I was OK. I was able to chuckle quietly and mumble about how I love The Clash.

"I'm actually from London. Too bad they broke up before I was born." She told me, without a hint of discomfort at the unsolicited conversation, which I admired. "So, I guess you're going to buy the record then?" She inquired.

I felt like simply handing it over to her. Pressing it into her hands and running. She seemed so into the band, but I really wanted it too.

"I would really love to have it, but you seem to really want it." My voice cracked as I told her. Before I could really make a decision, she told me to get it and that she would just come home with me and listen to it at my place. As I was sheepishly agreeing with her, she interrupted with

"I'm Matilda" and stuck out her hand, which had a fantastic tattoo of a lotus flower on the top of it. I shook her hand, afraid that mine was sweaty, and let go quickly. I could tell she was used to talking to anyone near her. Which was so foreign to me. I went directly to the cashier and purchased my new find, but I was very nervous about having the stranger come home with me. what would I say to her? How would I entertain her? I was bright red when I turned to walk away from the counter.

"What turntable do you use?" She asked. I was fixated on her facial piercings and could hardly concentrate enough to answer her. I finally said

"Oh...uh, I have an old RCA hi-fi" she was totally impressed and was excited to get to my apartment. She drove the conversation and seemed to be a little flighty as we took the short walk in the grey afternoon light.

I fumbled with my keys, trying to get my door open; I know she could tell that I was not comfortable. We stepped through the door and she looked around.

"Nice place" she complimented. I thanked her and showed her into my front room "so, do you ever talk?" Matilda asked.

I told her that I was very shy and wasn't used to meeting random people and having them over.

"That's too cute" she told me.

I was embarrassed and she loved it. I opened up the turntable and put on the old, well worn treasure that I had just unearthed. I told her she could sit anywhere. Of course, to make me even more embarrassed, she sat right next to me on my black leather sofa. As the record crackled out its first notes, Matilda asked if she could take off her jacket. I told her to make herself comfortable. She pulled her denim jacket off, her arms were exposed and she had the most amazing tattoos down both arms. I was trying not to stare. I was able to make out a Japanese tree and flowers on one arm and a guitar and some music themed, tattoos on the other. Her shirt was low slung at the collar and I could see that she had a tattoo on her chest as well.

"I like your tattoos" I mentioned timidly. I had a few of my own and she returned the compliment. I was beginning to feel a little more comfortable around her; I was really impressed with her gregarious openness. She had a way of breaking through to me. An unexpected radiance that melted me easily.

By the time we got to the song Hateful, we were both singing along in our best Joe Strummer voices. She was dancing in a sort of chaotic way, and I was laughing with her. I hadn't felt such an ease with anyone in a long time.

Finally, Side, one of the first album came to a close. The dirty cracking of the needle was the only sound. I went over to change sides when Matilda blurted out

"Do you wanna fuck?"

I was totally stunned. I didn't even move and my mouth was hanging open. She didn't wait for an answer. She came over to me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. She was so hot and so forward. I wanted her bad.

The piercings in her lip were something I had never experienced before.

Let's be honest, none of this was something I had ever experienced before.

While her tongue slid sensually across mine, she found the bottom of my slightly tattered David Bowie T-shirt and pulled it up over my head. I wanted to be aggressive and show her I was a man, but she was taking charge of the situation. I felt out of control, but so enthralled with her every strange move. Honestly, she was weird. And surprising myself a little, I didn't care.

She unbuttoned my ratty Levi's and dropped them down onto the hardwood floor. I was standing there in my plaid boxers, a little cold, watching her undress in front of me.

It was almost a shame that she was throwing off her clothes, because she dressed so cool!

Off came her black cardigan with cherries embroidered over both collar bones. Exposing what looked to be an original, vintage Slayer T-shirt that she had cut the sleeves and collar of.

'Of course, this crazy chick isn't wearing a bra' I thought, as she was now topless.

The first thing I noticed was her pale skin and small tits. I didn't mind that she wasn't built like some buxom movie star, because she was a total knockout. In the background of her well crafted, tattoos, I could see freckles on her pale skin. I was totally hard for her and she didn't even have her pants off yet. This free spirit had black and blonde hair that was shaved on one side; and thick, black eyelashes, probably fake, surrounding ice blue eyes. She looked me in the face and bit her pierced lip as her tight leather pants fell from her narrow hips.

In a shock to absolutely no one, her panties matched her bra. That is to say, there were none.

I stood still drinking in her beauty. Seeing her now fully nude figure, when she turned her back to me and bent over the arm of my couch. She looked back over her tattooed shoulder, smiled and spread her slender legs open. I was taken aback by the beauty of her well manicured beaver. It looked so tight, so warm and welcoming. I was all too happy to find out.

I knelt down behind her, the hard wood floor doing nothing good for my bony knees, and licked her willing gash. Sucking her little, pink lips into my mouth.

being cripplingly shy, I don't have a lot of experience with eating pussy. I just tried to focus on the clit, while letting my curious tongue visit her hot, wet hole from time to time. I was out of my element and in my head a little, but when it came to fucking this wild child, my shyness was quickly being overpowered by my libido.

"Oh yeah, eat my fucking pussy" she commanded in her sultry English accent.

My quickly tiring jaw ached a bit as I licked and sucked away at her. I definitely needed more practice. She began to get very wet and her pussy had a very strong smell. It didn't stink. It was just unusually noticeable. Like her, it was strange and wonderful all at once. I was totally turned on by the sight and smell of this stranger's box.

I feasted on her like a medieval king. I pushed through the discomfort of my knees, jaw, and the social awkwardness of it all, and I could tell she was loving it. She reached both of her hands around back and pulled her small, round ass cheeks apart. She told me to lick her arsehole.

This horny slut just kept surprising me at every perverted turn. I'd never done this before, but I was absolutely down to do it.

As soon as the warm wetness of my tongue found her puckered anus, she moaned and dug her fingers into her small, firm ass cheeks. I let my tongue push against her opening, and wondered how the hell I had gotten myself here. I licked her hole, pushing my tongue into it a few times, while she voiced her enjoyment.

After giving her a damn fine rim job she stood up from her position at the edge of my couch and told me to lay down on my back. I did as she told me, thankful to be off of my knees. As I lie back on the cold floor her thin, tattooed legs straddled me. She squatted down over me and her little lips dangled towards me. She crouched there, held quite still and had a look of concentration on her delicate face. When enough time had passed that I began to wonder what the hell was going on, she started pissing in my face! She didn't ask. She didn't warn. She just pushed a stream of hot piss into my face and partially open mouth.

Matilda laughed hard, causing her to spray heavy, errant streams. Instinctively I lurched up. She pushed me back down onto the floor. 'This is not what I signed up for' I thought to myself. But then again, what the hell did I sign up for? I'm not the kind of guy who does these things.

The unexpected shower was over quickly. 'Must be dehydrated' I speculated. I now lie in a puddle of some crazy Londoners urine, wondering what the hell was next. Well, I was about to find out.

No sooner than the last drops of her golden rain, splashed down onto me, she began licking my face and neck. Moaning in delight, she sucked at my wet skin and apologized for 'not being housebroken'. In typical fashion, I said nothing. It was worth cleaning up after her. To fuck this rare beauty, I was willing to put up with some shit.

Once she was satisfied that most of her piss had been licked from me, she moved off of me and sat facing me, her legs spread. she kicked one of her tattooed feet up into my face and told me to suck her toes. As I tried my best to not be put off, with her dirty toes in my mouth, she lamented about how you can never find a man who wants to suck toes.

"Lick between the toes" she instructed.

To be honest, I have never been a foot man, I even wondered who could be turned on by such a thing. But I can tell you this, it's better than you think it will be. Then again, having a girl piss in your face and lick it off of you makes toe sucking seem pretty normal.

While I was doing my best to satisfy her foot lust, she was fingering herself. I was so hard I couldn't wait any longer to bury my bone in her. But as I approached her, to shove my hog in her, she pushed me back with her foot and said

"Just watch for a bit love, you'll get your chance soon enough."

With that, she spread her legs as far apart as she could and stuffed three fingers up her wet hole, while jerking off her clit with the other hand. I had long since lost my boxers and I sat across from her, slowly stroking my white hot rooster. Making sure not to get too excited. I didn't want to blow all over the floor, before I even had a chance to slide it in her. I watched her, completely entranced, working her fingers quickly in and out of her box as she began tugging hard at the pierced nipple, of her tiny tit. She was breathing heavy, working herself in ways only she knows how to. The longer she played with her pussy, the closer to climax she was getting.

"Get your face down here" Matilda insisted, breathlessly.

As I followed orders and brought my face even with her clenching cunt, she began to thrust her pussy against her busy hand. She was practically howling through her clenched teeth. with one final, guttural moan, she gushed in my face. She sprayed so much of her girl cum in my face, there was no way to avoid it. my hair and face were soaking wet...

Again.

Her hand was dripping with her juice. She licked it and told me to fuck her hard. I was beyond ready. My rigid beef hammer penetrated her small opening with ease. Her insides were hot and slippery,

thanks to the soaking wet orgasm that she just blasted my face with. I shoved my pulsing cock all the way in her, smashing my engorged balls against her lean body. She threw her head back, trying to catch her breath. I hammered as deep as I could. She begged me to fuck her deeper. I could feel the sensitive head of my tungsten hard cock smashing into her swollen insides.

She squealed with ecstasy, as I excitedly pounded inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head while my swollen mutton beat away at her engorged innards. Her pussy was so tight and I was so turned on, I didn't know how long I could last. I was giving her an absolute flogging.

"Cum on my face" she begged.

I sped up the beating that I was giving her cervix, and worked up a serious load of baby batter. Matilda's sweet cum dripped off my face and chin while I jackhammered as hard and deep as I could. Then I felt it, the unmistakable feeling of eruption. I quickly pulled my throbbing man muscle out of her and pointed it at her face. This time it was her face that would be dripping with cum. She opened her mouth and let my load spray her while I jerked it to extract the maximum amount of cum and enjoyment as I could. I blasted like a shotgun. Ropes of hot cum shot into her mouth, onto the fake eyelashes, that must have cost a pretty penny, and all over her lip piercings.

I fell back, exhausted and watched this mystical, feral enchantress lick my DNA off her pierced lips.

"Fuckin' 'ell. You were bloody amazing." She said between heaving breaths.

Of course, we both knew she was the one to thank. She directed all of the perverse action after all. What little cum this sex crazed vixen didn't manage to swallow, ran down her neck and onto the wonderfully tattooed broken heart inked between her diminutive boobs. She rubbed my milky glue all over them and then gave me a kiss, I could totally taste my cum, it was pretty fucking gross.

We cleaned up and then listened to more London Calling, as if this was just another Saturday. As if this insane woman didn't just explode into my life, as mad as a March hare, and blow my mind. As well as my load.

The last notes of The Card Cheat had just rung out when I heard Matilda say

"You should fuck me again"