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So there I was, riding Andre. Slow, at first, but building a nice rhythm as I got used to the size of him. I was locked in on him, ignoring the two other guys in the room - did one of them have his cock out? I don't know - and just slowly easing myself up and down on that monster.
And I started doing one of my favorite things to do. Which is just to go so ... damn ... slow. When I'm on top of a guy, I like to tease him with my pussy, too slow to get him off, too slow to build momentum, but I love watching the expressions on his face as I drive him wild.
And believe me, I was driving Andre wild. I could tell he was loving it, savoring every stroke just as much as I was. Up ... down. His eyes were closed, that soft smile on his kissable lips ...
And then he opened his eyes.
"You like it like that?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"You want me to keep going?"
"Yeah."
I was enjoying the power I felt over him. His pleasure was under my control, and I loved it.
"Not too slow for you?"
"Just right."
"I can do this all night."
A twinkle in his eye. "Can, you, now?"
And then, to this day, I don't know exactly what happened, but in the span of about a third of a second he somebody flipped me off him, around, and, without ever fully pulling out of my pussy, got me bent over the side of the sofa and just started ramming me, hard.
I came before his first full stroke was finished.
Well, for the first time, at least. And it was a monster - waves of pleasure wracking my body. I was vaguely aware of the noises I was making, but it felt like they were coming from somebody else.
But he wasn't finished, and no sooner had my orgasm subsiding than I felt another one buildling. And I was just powerless - he had one hand on my hip, holding me in place, and his other hand grabbed my hair, pulling back - not too hard, but just enough.
All I could do was surrender to the pleasure, and so I did. I don't know how long he pounded me. I know I had more than one orgasm. I don't even know how to describe it, but the women who have been there, they'll no - somehow it's too much, and you can't take any more, and you just need to him stop and yet he doesn't, and somehow it's the best thing in the world. And then again, you think you can't take any more, and you surrender to it, and somehow it's even better. And again, and again ...
I just know, at some point, he said -
"Where do you want it?"
"Any ... any ... anywhere."
And in a flash he pulled out of me, flipped me around and down to my knees, and before I even knew it his cock was in my face, and he was groaning and plastering me with three thick pulses of come. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, and he stuck his cock in, and I sucked, so happy, so grateful, just knowing that I would suck that glorious cock any time he wanted if it meant even a chance to be fucked like that again ...
... but that is a story for another time.
Somebody brought me a towel and I cleaned my face off. Tim brought me a glass of water which I desperately needed. We had a few laughs and eventually I got my clothes back on, and shared a few more kisses with Andre. Smiles and hugs, and it was time for me to go home.
But as I two steps out the door, Andre came out after me. He gave me a long, gentle hug and sweet kiss.
"That was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes it was." I told him.
"I'd love to see you again sometime."
"I'd like that." I said. I gave him my phone number, went home, and slept like a baby.
And I started doing one of my favorite things to do. Which is just to go so ... damn ... slow. When I'm on top of a guy, I like to tease him with my pussy, too slow to get him off, too slow to build momentum, but I love watching the expressions on his face as I drive him wild.
And believe me, I was driving Andre wild. I could tell he was loving it, savoring every stroke just as much as I was. Up ... down. His eyes were closed, that soft smile on his kissable lips ...
And then he opened his eyes.
"You like it like that?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"You want me to keep going?"
"Yeah."
I was enjoying the power I felt over him. His pleasure was under my control, and I loved it.
"Not too slow for you?"
"Just right."
"I can do this all night."
A twinkle in his eye. "Can, you, now?"
And then, to this day, I don't know exactly what happened, but in the span of about a third of a second he somebody flipped me off him, around, and, without ever fully pulling out of my pussy, got me bent over the side of the sofa and just started ramming me, hard.
I came before his first full stroke was finished.
Well, for the first time, at least. And it was a monster - waves of pleasure wracking my body. I was vaguely aware of the noises I was making, but it felt like they were coming from somebody else.
But he wasn't finished, and no sooner had my orgasm subsiding than I felt another one buildling. And I was just powerless - he had one hand on my hip, holding me in place, and his other hand grabbed my hair, pulling back - not too hard, but just enough.
All I could do was surrender to the pleasure, and so I did. I don't know how long he pounded me. I know I had more than one orgasm. I don't even know how to describe it, but the women who have been there, they'll no - somehow it's too much, and you can't take any more, and you just need to him stop and yet he doesn't, and somehow it's the best thing in the world. And then again, you think you can't take any more, and you surrender to it, and somehow it's even better. And again, and again ...
I just know, at some point, he said -
"Where do you want it?"
"Any ... any ... anywhere."
And in a flash he pulled out of me, flipped me around and down to my knees, and before I even knew it his cock was in my face, and he was groaning and plastering me with three thick pulses of come. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, and he stuck his cock in, and I sucked, so happy, so grateful, just knowing that I would suck that glorious cock any time he wanted if it meant even a chance to be fucked like that again ...
... but that is a story for another time.
Somebody brought me a towel and I cleaned my face off. Tim brought me a glass of water which I desperately needed. We had a few laughs and eventually I got my clothes back on, and shared a few more kisses with Andre. Smiles and hugs, and it was time for me to go home.
But as I two steps out the door, Andre came out after me. He gave me a long, gentle hug and sweet kiss.
"That was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes it was." I told him.
"I'd love to see you again sometime."
"I'd like that." I said. I gave him my phone number, went home, and slept like a baby.
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