Hi, This is Ann, Paul had me proof the story before he posted it, and as much as I agree on the course of events, he cannot fully fathom what went through my mind that evening.
For years, while making love, we would make up different scenarios, talk about situations as a tool to spice up our love life. We considered these as benign means to enhance our love life.
As I headed to my first visit with our architect I did not know what to expect, but was very pleasantly surprised by how good looking and attentive he was. Although very professional, he did shower me with complements about my tastes, looks and attitude.
I left with my ego sky high. The next visit was similar, But I soon became very aware that these were more than gratuitous comments, so when it became time for my next interview I dressed a little more elaborately, wore a nice white silk blouse without a bra complimented by a well-fitted skirt that enhanced my butt.
The meeting went well, he was again very sweet and gracious, but towards the end of the meeting I noticed that he was steadily staring at my breasts, I looked down and saw that my nipples were erect and poking through my blouse. He then looked at my face grinned and I noticed he had a bulge in his pants. From that point on things moved at a dizzying pace. I knew he wanted me and I new I wanted him but I left slightly flustered and told him we would speak on the phone. I was a mess on the way home. I knew Paul would realize that something was up so I decided the best approach would be to tell him what had transpired. I did so and Paul's response was to laugh and tell me,
"I appreciated what he is doing for your ego! We have had fantastic sex after you come back from Houston. I didn't quite know why!" He laughed and went on, "You should thank him on my behalf, he saved me the foreplay!"
The next few days were torture, he kept on calling me, telling me things I wanted to hear and clinched it by telling me he had made wild love to his wife while all along making believe it was me.
I almost came there and then and decided on the spot that I wanted to, no, I needed to fuck him.
I then carefully broached the subject with Paul who allayed my fears and made me feel my anxiety was unfounded.
"It might be a great opportunity to live out my fantasy" he told me.
The rest of the week went by sooo slowly, he would call me and sweet talk me while Paul would listen in and tease me. I thought I would not make it to Saturday!.
Paul called the La Quinta, on 610 just above Galleria and reserved a room, I was to drive to Houston Saturday afternoon, meet Robert and then either come home or if it became late stay overnight.
Saturday finally arrived, we spent all afternoon preparing. Paul bathed me , trimmed me, perfumed me , kissed me , talked to me, and finally dressed me and sent on my way. When he told me about the calls and the photos, I thought this was somewhat kinky but at that time I would have agreed to anything!
The drive was a torture, I kept imagining and anticipating what might transpire. I finally arrived, checked in and waited for him to pick me up for dinner as planned. He called from the lobby, I asked him to come up and quickly called Paul to tell him the plans were on.
He knocked on the door, I nervously opened and found him standing there looking very handsome and appealing. I asked him to come in so I could get my purse, turned around and as I bent over the bedside table I felt him wrap is arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.
Everything from then on was a blur. We kissed, hugged, touched. Next thing I know is that I am laying on my back, sans my blouse and skirt, completely exposed and that he was standing at the foot of the bed undressing.
He must have noticed the effect he was having on me as he pulled off his shorts and kneeled at the edge of the bed. I have never paid that much attention to the details of a penis but he was impressive. Don't get me wrong, it was not only his size but he was rock hard, curving upward, a shaft not thick but long and a head like a purple mushroom.
The highlight of this experience was watching his expression as he spread my thighs and gazed at me, open and vulnerable. I could feel my pussy throbbing when he kneeled, lifted my knees and started to describe what he saw. I tried to conceal how wet I was but he looked at me in the face, spread my lips, gently touched me with his fingers and withdrew a long sticky string of wetness which he brought up first to his lips and then to mine.
I could no longer stand it, he tried to kiss my pussy but I begged for him to fuck me. Instead he mumbled something about how sweet I looked and buried his face inside me. I came and came and came but you know what? I can't be satisfied until I cum with a cock deep inside me!.
I pulled him on top of me, feeling the tip of his penis at my entrance. The anticipation of being pierced by a new penis for the first time is un-describable.
I made myself as accessible as possible, brought my knees up to my shoulders, pushed my pelvis forward and turned into what Paul has told me looks like as being a pink, soft, wet funnel begging for release. He then entered me oh so slowwly and that felt heavenly. but as he withdrew I felt something I had not experienced before, I felt like he was slowly turning me inside out, that his cock was dragging my flesh with it and when I felt I was about to loose him, he would plunge back deep inside me filling me completely again .
We danced attached for hours when I finally felt him tightening, I opened myself even wider, wrapped my feet around his back and urged him!. He began to pant, then let out a loud deep groan, I couldn't wait any longer, my cunt began to spasm as he ground against me. And I felt, yes I actually felt him spurting and emptying deep inside me as he pushed as deep inside as he could reach.
As far as I was concerned I had just had an orgasm that I would rate as an eleven on a scale of ten but soon found out it was not over! , I don't know if he took some Viagra or some such pill but he stayed hard and proceeded to fuck me in every position imaginable, He kissed me gently and sucked me hard; he explored every inch of me, kept it up for hours and must have come deep inside me three or four times.
Sometime before midnight, he told me he had to return home, that he had enjoyed himself immensely and that he would take a rain check on the dinner.
As I lay in bed glowing, swollen, filled and content I called Paul to tell him everything had gone well and I was too tired to go home.
At daybreak, I got up, showered, made a cup of coffee and started getting ready for the trip home. Suddenly the phone rings and it is Robert who tells me he is out for his morning jog but would like to come by say goodbye.
The goodbye consisted in another hour of wonderful sex. He walked in and announced that he was not through with me and proceeded to replay the previous evening. He turned out to not be the shy type. He opened all the shades and we laid at the foot of a full-length mirror. The view was awesome; I never knew I was such a voyeur. He laid me on my side and I could now see what I had only felt the night before. He made me watch as he entered me and then as he would withdraw completely, leaving my lips wide-open and then would plunge in again. I must have come twice when I saw his balls begin tighten, he squeezed me from behind, finally grunted, held me very tight and came inside me again and again. We spooned for while, did the hug, kiss and laugh bit when he told me he must leave. He said goodbye and left me a little worse for the abuse.
I did not bother to bathe again, I dressed quickly and headed home. I drove like a bat out of hell and as I neared town I phoned to make sure Paul was home so I could present him with his unsuspected bonus.
As I walked in the house I felt a lump in my stomach. I knew we had talked about this many times but this was reality and I wondered how he would really respond.
Would he be angry, Had this been an error in judgment?, an experiment gone wrong?
My doubts started to vanish as I walked in the room, he looked so eager almost pleading.
I decide to go for it come hell or high water, I crawled towards the head of the bed, turned to face him and gave him a first hand look at my beat up, swollen, and deliciously tingly pussy. His face told me everything, far from mad or hurt he looked he looked overwhelmed.
I started to tell him about my evening but he could not hear me, his hearing was blocked by my thighs squeezed against his head as he worked his lips, tongue and then his entire face between my lips and deep inside me.
It then dawned on me that last night's antics were just the prelude of a sex saturated weekend. You do not want to know what I felt like Monday morning.
You know, I still keep a copy those photos! Would you like to see them?
Grins. Hope you enjoyed and you may want to read part two.
