I found myself laying back on a stranger's bed, naked, legs hooked up over the shoulders of a man whose name I couldn't remember. He was about 6'4" dark hair and eyes, thick, but not fat. He had a deep voice and strength about him. He had been polite, and I had liked his smile. He had dimples. I remembered that he was a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company but had stopped traveling and worked from a home office.
He was complimentary, made me laugh, was direct about what he liked about my appearance. He liked my wide hips and DD bust. He loved my long dark hair and that I was 5'10 and over 200 pounds. I had damn near melted as he'd grabbed me on the dance floor after about an hour and a half of flirting and dancing together. We had some definite chemistry.
He said he had an apartment a few blocks away, did I want to get out of there. My friend Cora was drunker than me and hung on some guy who had started our night off with too many rounds of tequila.
"Sure," I'd said though I knew I should have said no.
"Damn baby you taste sweet," He said, before shifting himself for the second time, burying his face between my thighs again.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked myself as my hips lifted and swirled under the attentions of the man. I had already cum from his fingers once and his mouth twice. He was intent on exhausting my libido before he even began to let me please him. My blood was rushing through my veins. I felt warm and tingly all over my body. My head swirled from the liqueur.
The sheets were cool as I clutched them, pulled them, bucked my groin into the mans face. I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember my name. I came hard and fast. My toes curled, and my body convulsed. Gooseflesh covered my chest, and I could feel my nipples tighten. He slipped a finger inside of me, and I let out a moan. He slipped in another and I tightened around him. He kept up his skillful attack on my clit.
"What are you doing?" I asked myself again, but the pang of remorse left me this time. I was surrendering to the sensations.
"Now that's a tight little pussy," He said and slipped yet another finger inside. I could feel my body resisting.
He grazed his teeth along my thigh, sucked my lip into his mouth and chewed on it a little. I trembled as he slipped yet another finger inside of me. I could hear my voice like it was foreign to me, on echo in the room. There was silence in the apartment. The building housed a furniture shop; there were no apartments on either side of his.
"Roll onto your belly sweetheart," he demanded, and lifted, guiding me over as he went. "Lay flat honey," He said softly and bent to nip my ass. He lay across me, reaching for extra pillows at the top of the bed and lifted my hips laying two pillows under me. My ass was straight up in the air, under the thick pillows. I immediately grasped the pillow he had left close to me, and wrapped my arms around it. A squeal escaped my lips as he shoved all four fingers into me again. I could feel how wet I'd become. I was sure there was a puddle on the bed where I'd just been, but knew he had been devouring every drop. There was something of an art behind his oral presentation.
I felt his mouth on my ass, and immediately started to resist, but he was gentle, and it felt amazing. Something surged through me, and I suddenly had no care in the world for what was happening. I surrendered, and he intensified the treat; he was so deliberate with every move, so slow, so gentle, so generous I hadn't experienced this before.. He continued the strokes within me, but used his other hand to pull my cheeks apart further. I cried out as he nibbled on the flesh around the inside of my asshole. My hips were grinding again, and I felt like I was going mad. I was completely out of breath, and my entire body was alert and on fire.
"My God, your ass tastes as good as your pussy."
"Fuck" I cried out as his motions inside me quickened and I was reaching yet another orgasm. He shoved his tongue slowly just inside my ass and mimicked the motion.
