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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We’d been on the drink all day. Fuck me, we were completely frazzled, but somehow still ready to go. When I saw the guy staring at me I gave him a cheeky wink and figured, let him take it from there.
He did. Within minutes he was at the bar beside me. Bit of all right if I do say so myself. But as I said – frazzled! Probably about 32, me being 19, he was a bit older than me but that was nothing unusual. I preferred them to look like men. I liked a bit of muscle in the arms, but not too much, and sparkly eyes always encouraged trouble.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
“No thanks, I’d prefer if we just cut to the chase.”
He laughed. “Sounds good to me! I’ve got champagne back at the flat, if you fancy it?”
“I prefer beer, but if champagne’s all you got, then champagne it is!”
We left, caught a cab and were back at his place within 15 minutes. He was good fun, quite chatty and had me giggling like an idiot the whole way there. Always a good sign!
The champagne never got opened. I’m not one for waste, so we did the token ‘let’s pretend we’re polite’ opening of the bottles of Becks. One swig each and our tongues were down each other’s throats. I always loved the thrill of shagging a stranger, never wanting his name or number, it took the buzz out of it for me if I knew. He tore the buttons off my blouse, it was a white see through thing worn over black leggings and I vaguely wondered how the hell I was going to sneak back on base with no shirt. The thought vanished as it often did with me in those days and ‘bollocks to it’ replaced common sense. He lifted me up with ease, I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving the feel of his grabbing my ass. He had a good old grope while I snogged the face off him. I grabbed at his hair, not too gently but not pulling, pushing my boobs into his face. He grabbed at my nipples, the whole time kind of spinning in a circle with me still clung onto him like some sort of a monkey. I was sure we were going to fall over at some point, but ‘bollocks to it’ sprung to mind again. As we bashed against the kitchen table, I yelled out. He tried to apologise but I shut him up with my mouth over his, he let me down then got to his knees, tearing at my leggings. I was aware they were soaking, as was he as he balanced my pussy on his face. It occurred to me his neck might break, but what a way to go! He was damn good at it, sucking while jamming at least 4 fingers inside me. My feet were literally lifted off the floor, it was like doing actual exercises but with much more enthusiasm! Then he stopped. You’re fuckin kidding me, I thought. Apparently he wasn’t. He laughed at the look on my face and then lifted me over his shoulder, bare ass an all and carried me upstairs. He laid me down on the bed quite gently. I wasn’t sure what to expect at this point as the change in pace was dizzying. I soon guessed as he spread his legs either side, straddling my boobs. He propped me up against the headboard and then shoved his cock in my mouth. At the time, I wasn’t one for sucking off strangers, but there was something different about this. He took hold of my head and moved me backwards and forwards. It was so sensual, I’d never imagined sucking cock could be sensual, always associated it with the more dirty side of sex. It felt like my pussy was gonna explode. Again, I’d never imagined giving head could make me so horny. But by god it felt like I was being licked out royally. I started to moan, which interfered with his backwards and forwards motion. I was aware I was going to get louder if this didn’t calm down a bit. And then I thought, fuck it, so what! You like that, baby? he started saying, feels good, doesn’t it? I didn’t know what else to do but nod, almost desperately. I wanted him so much it was unreal. And then I was sure I felt fingers, fuckin hell, then I knew I actually DID feel fingers. Oh my God, I think I shouted. A mixture of fear and excitement came over me and it was the most delicious feeling I’d ever felt in my life. He took his leg back over me to show me who our other participant was.
I was stunned to see a woman. A damn hot one too! She must have been about 28 and all I could think of was how dizzy I was. He leaned over to her and kissed her gently.
“Girl from the bar, this is my wife.”
She straddled on hands and knees, crawling seductively towards me. I could feel her soft skin touching mine as she came towards me with that dark hair trailing along my tanned skin. When she pressed her lips against mine, I let her. By god I let her and I let him, that man from the bar, do his thing, all night long I let them in.
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