Just What I Needed

I almost didn't let Marty come by this morning. He pissed me off yesterday by wanting to change our play plan at the minute. This morning he emailed simply, "I want to fuck your ass today." I haven't found a good fuck in weeks now – maybe months – and this did sound delicious.

I had deleted his emails and pictures after cancelling our meet so I asked for them again this morning. He sent an after-shower picture, chastely wrapped in a towel and another of a gorgeous, long, relatively thick, hard cock that I remembered from yesterday. God, I hoped he knew what to do with it.

I guess we hadn't traded all our stats yesterday, because I wasn't prepared for him to be 6'5". I do love a tall man, and I knew I'd have to adapt some positions to accommodate his height. Nothing I couldn't deal with.

He arrived when he said he would, and we chatted briefly in my living room for a couple of minutes, to make sure we liked each other. He was attractive, seemed smart and thankfully wasn't wearing cologne, something I'd forgotten to double check with him. I've had a couple of unsuccessful meets with office dudes in crisp shirts and dress pants who come wearing cologne, which I hate. I want to smell the animal.

"I like you. Do you have a nice big cock for me to suck?" I asked.

"I think this one is going to be big enough for you." He smiled as he reached for his belt to show me, and I invited him to my bedroom before he took it out. He followed me down the hall where I sat on the bed and pulled him toward me. His pants fell to his ankles, and he grabbed the waistband of his shorts and lowered them slowly, teasing me, until his hardening cock popped out toward my mouth. He was so tall that I had to stretch up a bit to reach him from my seated position, and went to my knees where I would be able to reach him better.

I pulled off my top and bra and he took one nipple in his fingers and began rolling it. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling its heat. I probed the sweet little hole there, anticipating the deliciousness to come later. He gently placed his hands on the back of my head and pressed me slowly into him. His cock moved slowly deeper into my throat. Needing him wetter to really take him deep, I backed off and licked his shaft up and down, on all sides and especially around the base, until it was wet and sloppy and ready to be swallowed. Then I returned to the tip, teasing both myself and him as I slowly, slowly, slowly made my way down until he was deep in the back of my throat again, just as I needed.

His hands once again on the back of my head, we found a rhythm together as I swallowed him over and over. I grabbed his huge, tight balls and massaged them as he fucked my face this way.

"Play with my pussy while I suck your cock?" I asked. I finally stripped off my jeans and he obliged, pulling the wetness out of my pussy and onto and around my clit, in deep, then around, again and again as I took him ever deeper in my throat.

I pulled back after a time. "You're going to fuck me hard, aren't you?" I asked.

"I sure am. I'm going to own you." He grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over. I knelt and spread my legs wide, offering myself to him, wet and ready for whatever he had planned. I was ready for anything. He fiddled for a minute with condoms and lube, and then plunged deeply into my pussy. I gasped, but quickly found his rhythm, rocking my hips against his thrusts, as he reached me deep, deep inside. He had wonderful stamina and stayed here for a good long time, and I came on his cock at least once, maybe twice.

He continued to fuck me until I felt his lube-covered fingers probing my ass. I was so ready. He added another finger until both my holes were filled, the delicious feeling sending me into yet another orgasm. He moved his cock to my ass, and in a moment we were able to rock hard and deep there. I could hear his groans and some words from afar, but was too far gone in the sensations to know what he said. He again circled my soaking wet clit with his fingers, and I cried out as he did so.

Fifteen minutes into our play, he was drenched in sweat. I could feel him dripping on my ass. "You're doing all the work. Do you need a break?" I asked. He rose and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and I waited in the chill of the room. He returned and lay back on my pillows, gesturing between his legs to show me where he wanted me.

"Suck my cock," was all he said. I was happy to oblige. I nestled between his legs and started again, this time with those balls. I circled one with my tongue until I was able to pull it in completely, gently tugging it away from his body. I was doing the same with the second when his hand reached down to press them both into my mouth at once. They were so big I wasn't sure I could take it all, but I did, so hungry have I been. I returned to his cock, sucking hard as he grew even larger in my mouth, guiding my head with firm hands. "I'm going to come in your throat." I nodded without stopping, and stayed there until I could feel him begin to pulse. He cried out as he began to come, and shuddered several times as he left that load deep in my throat. When he was finished, I slowly withdrew my mouth, swallowing every drop of what he gave me.

He left as quickly as he had arrived, with a quick kiss at the door, our first. "Talk to you later," he said as the door closed behind him, our first suggestion that we might do this again. I hope so.

Republished with permission from Liz Doherty. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by John B. Root.