Hard fist

My story begins in a place unknown to many people. This should called a dark room according to erotic literature, but in reality it should called the pleasure room.

It began when I was with my lover Jason having dinner at a beautiful restaurant located in the center of the city. He told me that he loved my new haircut. At that time, his hair was short and yellow. It was a very daring and difficult to disguise look, so many men liked the look.  At this moment, Jason told me:

–    Hey honey, I like your look.
–    Do you like that?
–    Yes, honey it`s hot.
–    Thank you honey.
–    I want to be with you in my house.

At that time, Jason and I were lovers. He was perfect for me in every way. He had creative for the sex. I met him in Facebook. I could remember the experience. When I saw the friend request on Facebook I took a considerable time thinking about replying and it wasn’t until he sent another request that I waited a few days before accepting. He was happily married with three and the last time I had heard from him he had promised that her wife was frighteningly similar to him.

The few times I had fucked with him when we knew each other had been fraught with hot condoms (after taking the morning after pill) and Helen running away the next day (usually back to his house) so I had not given much serious thought to seeing him again although I would jerk off thinking about her every few weeks.

He lived outside Moscu and there was little need for me to go there, even less for her to come to Leningrado. But when I found myself booking a train ticket to go to Moscu he paid the Double room. Comfortable, possibly decadent, definitely anonymous. That was our first sex.

We continued to see each other for a while and having wild sex sessions.

So, he told me that he`d a gif for me:
–    Yeah, do you have a gift for me?
–    Yes my love.
–    Oh, you´re so cute.

He seemed different from all the other guys I talked to. Confident, cheeky and very knowledgeable when it came to conversations about sex.

–    It`s a sex gift.
–    Oh ! I can`t wait.
–    Yep, this will please you.

In this time, I wanted was to have a person’s fist inside my pussy. I have had dildos black, pink, white, double-enders and massive fat ones. I have taken the biggest, fattest cocks I could find but still craved the one and only thing that I was yet to tick off the list.

We got up from the restaurant chair and we went to his car. He had a beautiful Mercedez Benz such as James Bond. He turned on his car and the engine roared with enough fury. In the way, he told me:
–    So, Can you imagine your gift?
–    No, no.
–    Sure?
–    Yes, you are very unpredictable.
–    Yes, I would be like a special man for you.
–    You are my love.
–    Yeah. I want to be a perfect fucker for you.
–    You need get better. She said so sarcastic.
–    Your mind will change this night.

His car had stopped and we stoped in a little house.

–    This is the pleasure´s house.

I was impact and the same time so intrigued. He let me in and I handed a bottle of Wine for later. I know how wine takes him edge off and I haven’t found better than a good wine for our celebration. I also needed him nice and relaxed for later as I was going to recive my gift. I thought it was the present that I want.

I wrapped my arms around him and closed the door behind us as we walked into the room. It was eight o’clock.

My pussy had been on fire all day every part of me just wanted it and wanted him. Wanted to be filled. I had already fucked myself three times with my soft dildo called “Dante” in the morning. That was before I even opened my eyes. (I had it in my bed) It’s fat and about 7 inches long and brown in color. It’s not as soft as my fleshy one but not so hard as to feel totally fake.

I struggled to concentrate this night. I wanted him. My pussy kept interrupting. It wanted more so I stretched my limbs.

He told me:
–    Hey, I go to the next room to search something.
–    Ok, my love

In this moment, I searched my perfect dildo. Slowly I slid it inside me, working my clit and pushing it in getting past my lips and into my woman’s nest. It is always hard, but I always seem to find the way.

I lay with my legs spread wide and played with my clit until I came. The feeling of this protruding monster, along with thoughts in my head of my lover coming over to fist me, made me explode and I came everywhere; juice spraying all over the bedding as the orgasm ripped through my body like a cyclone leaving me totally exhilarated in its wake.

About 20 minutes before Ben arrived I couldn’t sit still. So I went back upstairs and got my black long double-ended dildo and had some fun.

The lube next to my bed made it easy for it to slide it into my pussy and my ass and I expertly used both ends to fuck both of my lower holes until I came. First in my ass, then in my pussy, then an almighty explosion as I pumped both to climax.

Finally he returned to the room. He wore a look full of leather. Leather`s pants and lot of tacks. He had a whip in his hands. I was excited for his look. Anyway, I`m so fetish.  He had a box.

“You look fantastic,” I said.

“Not so bad yourself,” he replied, looking me I and down.

“Its great to be with you my love, I have been so horny all day. I just can’t shake it.” I said.

“Did you bring my present?” I asked.

He smiled.

He could see that I was horny and needed a fucking.

He had a bag in his hand.

“I have brought you a little gift, which I hope you’ll like.” I handed over my tiny parcel, and heimmediately tore off the wrapping and opened the box. It was obvious that I liked the little thigh boot earrings.

“How did you read me so well?” he asked.

“I can’t wait to wear them. Thank you so much.”

“Pure intuition”, He joked.

“And I have a little memento I think you might like.” He handed me a small, flat, gift-wrapped parcel. I opened it and found inside a zip-lock clear plastic bag, with what looked like a bit of black material inside. As I opened the plastic zipper, my eyes and nose quickly detected that it was a minuscule black, lace female thong – and that it was the one she had been wearing at our lunch-time session. Clearly the dampness and the lovely smell of her juicy cunt had been well-preserved by the sealed bag.

“I could of course have sold it on the internet”, she teased. “But I thought it might bring back some memories for you! Feel free to take a good sniff.” I needed no second bidding, and raised the flimsy bit of damp material to my nose, taking care to wipe the crotch of the thong under my nose, so I could continue to enjoy their lovely scent.

“You dirty, slutty, little tart, fucking man. What a great present!” I moved in to give him a kiss.

“Now I can smell myself on you again,” he said, as our tongues met and my tongue reacquainted itself with him tongue stud. We pressed into each other, enjoying the contact between our body, and above that my leather jeaned thighs against the upper parts of her boots. My breasts, held tight within the soft leather catsuit, pressed against my thin cotton tee-shirt.

“Could you do me a little favour and put those earrings in my ears for me. And please don’t wipe your fingers clean before you do it”. I had understood, and he clearly shared, one of my fetishes. We would both enjoy the thought and smell of her wearing the little boot earrings covered in her cunt juice.

“Happy to oblige,” and I hung the earrings in the tiny holes in him ear lobes, sniffing each of them to ensure that that they were suitably juiced, and smelling good. I looked at myself in the mirror. “I love them – wherever did you find them?”

” Oh A little sex shop in the town. I have been saving them for a bootlover who would really appreciate them”.