This story is long, and there are several parts that already have been posted: My first, second and third parts, and V’s first and second parts. This is the penultimate post. I will have one more – a sort of “study” that explains a bit about how I planned the date. But for now, enjoy V’s tale.
I heard the noise of a condom wrapper and quickly felt him push against me and then fully into me. I drew my breath, feeling as if the wind was knocked out of me and I let out a low long moan. He fucked me, not softly, first from behind and then on top of me.
He released my arms and I lowered myself onto him, grinding my hips as close as I could to him. I quickly built myself up and he slipped his hands in between us to touch my clit. I wanted to cum for him. I wanted him to cum for me. I watched his face as our movements became more fevered. He stares so intently in the moment. Just as I felt myself release, I felt him cum and he pushed even deeper inside of me. I was loud. It was glorious.
I collapsed on his chest for a moment, and then told him to raise his hands, and tied them above his head. I grazed my body, my breasts over him, kissing my way up his thighs. I built him up slowly, spending tender time on his balls and his shaft before finally giving in to what he wanted. I was eager at this point, and he could tell.
I felt emboldened by the switch in power dynamic. I crawled my way back up him and spread my legs in front of his face. I dipped my pussy down onto his tongue. I watched every minute, as I lowered myself and then pulled back up. Lowered myself again and then pulled back up. He strained his neck to meet his mouth to my cunt. Every so often I would let him imbibe. He seemed thirsty.
“Water?” I asked.
“I’m already drinking,” he said with a smirk.
I reached over for the water bottle, rubbing myself against his face once more. I held the water bottle a little too far from his face, and dribbled some in his mouth. A bit too much, perhaps– he sputtered. I pushed my cunt on to his mouth. He licked and sucked. I pulled away and offered him a bit too much water again. Then I forced myself onto him again. I continued this pattern for 5 minutes or so, until he made some smartass comment about pussy waterboarding. I smiled and let him up.
Finally I put on my dress, ready to go and he came up behind me and pushed me against the desk in the room. I slipped forward, my forearms holding my balance. He yanked up my dress and shoved two fingers into me. Hard. I cried out, and he was relentless. There was no teasing, only taking. He twisted and shoved his way in over and over again. I came quickly and hard, squeezing my thighs around his hand. He slipped his fingers into my mouth so I could taste them.
I followed N. in gathering my coat, and we made our way to the elevator. This is only date 2, I reminded myself.