We get a taxi within minutes, the clubs hadn't closed yet so the streets weren't swamped by the drunken mobs. We both sit in the back and i give the taxi driver my address. There's the usual small talk with the driver as we start the journey, he talks to the driver about some match or other that was played earlier in the day as i stare out the window. My attention was brought back when i felt his hand between my thighs. I look at him but his focus is still with the driver...."Shame about Defoe.... Keane transfer..." pushing the flimsy material of my skirt up exposing the lace top of my hold ups... his hand slowly etching their way further up my thighs... i couldn't take my eyes off his fingers almost feather like on as they ran along the border that was the top of my hold up and bare flesh. I knew my thighs were damp, my thong had been soaked through before we even started chatting, when i first felt those cold eyes bore into me my juices flowed.... i blushed slightly when he turned to me and smiled knowing he had noticed too.
I remembered vividly being stuck at lights beside The Guinness Brewery when 2 fingers pushed my thong aside and plunged into my dripping wet hole. I was caught a little off guard by the force and moaned out, disguised pathetically as a cough. For the remainder of our journey, both men continued their conversation as i drifted in and out of a euphoric haze. I love being fingered, almost as much as being fucked, fingers probing, exploring almost! As the taxi pulls into my estate as quickly as he entered me i was left empty and wanting. He brought his hand up to my face now looking me in the eye he and ran his wet fingers along my cheek and outline of my lips before kissing me. As i reach back into the taxi to get my bag i notice a wet patch glisten in the street lights on the leather seats where I'd just sat.
Before i even had a chance to open my front door he had pinned me against it, turning me around to face him, he kissed me hard. The door handle digging into the flesh of my arse as he pressed his body against mine. I reach down to caress his crotch but he pushes my hand away and breaks the kiss. Inside i hear the two guys i live with downstairs so we go straight up to my room. My cunt now aching and contracting needing and wanting to be filled by him, to be stretched.
I close the door and he lays on my bed. He looks me up and down without saying a word then tells me to remove my dress. I look at him for a moment before pulling down the zip at the side of my dress. Removing the straps.. it drops to the floor around my ankles. I step out of it and walk towards him still in my heels, hold ups red bra and matching thong. He stands up and embraces me, kissing me hard as he unhooks my bra. He stands back drinking me in as he unbuttons his shirt. The anticipation is almost killing me.
His hand traces along the out line of my breast, my nipples twist up hard as his fingers tease and play, He pinches them hard then kissing them softly. His body pressed close to mine he drops to his knees with his arms around my waist. He pulls down my thong around my ankles and starts to finger me once again, looking up at me every so often as his fingers explore my cunt. His breath against my clit, his tongue now softly flicks and teases it... i feel my knees weaken as i grab his shoulders to support me. It takes only minutes before my knees buckle and i cum hard onto his face before falling back onto the bed.
I wanted more than ever for him to fuck me, his back was turned to me as he removes his pants and i plead with him to please fuck me, to please fuck me hard now. He turned around and my heart sank. I felt a mixture of disappointment and guilt. I tried my utmost for it not to show on my face. I closed my eyes as he lay down beside me and started to kiss me, to get on top of me. I'm ashamed to say i lost heart, my enthusiasm waned and I was no longer desired him madly as i had only a few minutes earlier. After my initial wave of disappointment and disbelieve if I'm honest subsided I felt incredible guilt. It was just so unexpected though, i hadn't even thought about his size. I just assumed.... I have been promiscuous in the past and have seen my fair share of cocks but I can honestly say I've never seen one quite as small as his. Even now I still feel dreadful even bringing it up. It wasn't his fault, there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.
We did fuck, it wasn't the mind blowing, rip roaring fuck i was hoping for but he did his best. Out of guilt I gave him my number and promised to meet him again when he comes to Dublin. We've talked and texted, he's invited me over for a weekend. I hate myself for being so shallow but I doubt I'll be meeting up with him again.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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2 comments:
I wonder how far he would have had to go - assuming that he had been sufficiently endowed - to properly test your boundaries. You practically begging to be fucked hard would doubtless have egged him on to be more extreme if your arousal had been maintained.
If he had told you to write on your bare leg what you wanted him to do to you, pushed you down onto your front, tied your hands roughly behind your back and played a vibe over your asshole then perhaps he would have been closer. But not pushing your boundaries still I suspect.
Did you want to be hurt a little? Have your pussy stretched and pounded?
In answer to both of your questions, yes i did want to be hurt a little, I believe there's a thin line between pleasure and pain and definitely some rough play spices things up no end.
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