Smut Til You Drop (12 page)

He got off the bed, reached out his hand and
helped her up. He unzipped her dress and watched it fall to the
floor, taking in all her beauty. She stood there in her floral
pattern bikini as her need for him again increased. She grabbed at
his muscular forearms and helped him pull off his shirt. She
dropped to her knees and began to release his belt and slacks. She
needed him to feel as good as he had just made her. She pulled at
his boxers, which got slightly stuck on his raging manhood. She
giggled as she freed his cock, stroked it from tip to shaft a few
times admiring his incredible body and then she took it whole in
her mouth. 

His head was rolled back and his eyes closed
as she worked his cock with her mouth. It’s hard to stop something
that feels so good but he wanted to please her as much as she did
him so after a few minutes, he gently pushed her shoulders back as
he moved his hips backward. She looked up at him confused. He
helped her to her feet and she slipped out of her top while he
slowly removed her bottoms. He picked her up and carried her to the
bed. 

He laid her naked body down and stood there
for a moment admiring her. He wanted to remember her exactly as she
was now. She was perfect. She arched her back, thrusting her
breasts into the air, indicating her growing desire to become one.
He smiled and again kissed her deeply as he moved his body onto
hers. He entered her while they kissed and he could feel the slight
pause in her reciprocation during the initial thrust but very soon
they fell into the slow rhythm of their bodies enjoying each other.
He his hands caressed her as they continued to move back and forth.
Only when he could not hold back anymore did his speed increase
enough that they both came together. He then gave her a long, deep
kiss as he lay there inside her. She was perfectly happy and so
grateful for the physical satisfaction. 

They laid in bed just enjoying their
nakedness but soon she was once again feeling her lower half stir.
She rolled on top of him and began to kiss his body starting at his
mouth and slowly working her way down. This time when he entered
her it was more intense with him being faster in speed and harder
in his thrusts. She was moaning and cursing because it felt so
good. She began to tell him how much she loved him being in her,
which began to turn him on even more. She was thrilled when with
one swift motion, he pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her back
onto her knees and entered her from behind. They were doggy style
and the tips of her nipples were rubbing against the sheets as she
bounced back and forth feeling him plunge into her turning her on
even more. He put his hands on her hips and began to guide her
movements. She was begging him to make her cum when he put his
hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as he began to slam into
her. She was once again cursing and begging him to make her cum. It
wasn’t long before they came together and fell on the bed in a heap
of naked sweat.

They went on this way for hours. It was
intimate and then animalistic and every time was a new and
different experience. This wonderful man knew that he would never
get to love her again so he had to experience all the ways you can
love someone in one night. He left in the morning after no sleep
but both of their bodies could take no more. They kissed at the
door and she held his hand until he walked a few steps and they
could no longer touch. She watched him walk away, leaned her head
against the door frame, took a deep breath and turned back inside
to get ready for her flight home. 

It was a perfect night and it was a memory
she would hang on to until the day she met her true love. The
island bartender was a kind and gentle man who knew how to make
love to a woman slowly, repeatedly and wonderfully. But that’s how
you know when you have meet your true love. Once the real thing
comes along, all those moments before fade away into wisps of
memories resembling that alcoholic fog and the new experiences that
replace them are sharp, crisp images of every detail of the man you
would gladly give up any other for. She would always be grateful
for the kind bartender who helped her through that night but she
was ready to replace his memory with those of the new man for whom
she had waited so long and let the bartender slip into the fog of a
past that was ready to be forgotten.

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My Sexy
Man

Love at first sight is one of those things
that gives women an excuse to jump into bed with a guy and hope
that it wasn’t because they were too horny but because they were
struck by cupid’s arrow or some other romantic crap like that.
Bullshit! Think about it. How many guys did you claim love at first
sight before you met Mr. Right, if you did get lucky enough to meet
him? I know myself there were quite a few Mr. So Not Rights before
that one perfect guy came along. Don’t get me wrong, my guy, he’s
far from perfect but he’s perfect for me which is the best any of
us can hope for.

The first time I met him I was at work. It
was my first day and I was being introduced to everyone. He went
rushing by try to help some poor guy find a decent pair of shoes
and the girl taking me around said, “Oh, that’s Brian.” In that
second the world slowed down. I vividly remember him looking at me,
smiling, and my holding that look as long as I could as he walked
past us. “But don’t even think about it, he’s an emotional wreck.”
Even better, no relationship bullshit to worry about just good old
fashion sex. 

Of course, things in real life rarely work
out like they do in movies so it took a few months of flirting
before we ever got to any good stuff. But boy was it worth the
wait. Although, I had serious doubts. You see, the emotional wreck
had not had sex in over a year. Every day that went by I wondered
how long that would take to fix. If a guy hasn’t had sex in a few
days, he might be lucky to be a three pump chump. A year? I was
gonna be lucky if this guy got it in me before he shot his load.
The idea of likely being extremely disappointed by our first time
together slowed down the process even more. Until, eventually one
night my need for him outgrew my reservations and I was willing to
take whatever I could get. Lucky for me, Brian and I think very
much alike. He also had those same reservations and thus was
determined to make up for lost time and prove to me he was far from
a disappointment in bed, not a year ago and certainly not
now. 

It all began at the local bar. It often
does, right? Especially if you’ve never been with the guy before.
Sex sounds straight forward, insert tab A into slot B, but there is
definitely skill involved and being born with a great dick is a
plus but if you don’t know how to use it your partner will often
end up going home and turning to her battery powered bedside friend
to do what she had hoped her man had done earlier that
night. 

As I was saying, at the local bar we were
drinking and laughing and having a great time hanging out. We had
hung out a few times before but we were on the edge somewhere
between friends and a relationship but I had no idea where we were
or where he wanted us to be. We had made out a couple times before
but always parted ways at the bar or restaurant where we met and
not once had he asked me to follow him home. One night we met at
his place, walked to the local bar, ended up back on his couch
where I tried to open his pants and fuck the shit out of him but he
denied me. He said he wanted to wait. He wasn’t looking for a one
night stand, he was looking for a relationship. What the fuck does
that mean? It means I am driving home in soaking wet, skin tight
jeans with a pussy screaming at me because it needs a good
fuck!

Before heading to the bar that night, I had
convinced myself that if he was looking for a relationship he could
look all he liked. I liked him a lot but I didn’t know if I wanted
a relationship. After all, he wasn’t the only emotionally screwed
up one in the room and I was tired of all the bullshit. I wanted
someone I could have a great time in bed with and someone I could
hang out and laugh with and if those were different men, so be it.
I had resigned myself to thinking we would just be friends, hang
out, laugh and enjoy each other’s company and I could find a fuck
buddy elsewhere. I went to the bar expecting a fun evening with a
friend. We would not make out, I would not cream my pants and go
home so frustrated that even an hour with my dildo wouldn’t solve
the problem. Sometimes there is no replacement for a real cock with
a good looking man attached.

After several pitchers of beer, we began to
stumble our way back to his apartment. It was only a few blocks but
we both had had a lot to drink and were at that place where you get
up to pee more times in an hour than anyone between the ages of
5-75 should. Half way there he walked behind a bush and relieved
himself. Now, that should not have done anything for me sexually.
Here’s a guy who could get arrested if a cop showed up and just
used his dick to purge some of the alcohol we’d spent all evening
consuming but in some weird way, it turned me on. Not the pee part.
I know some people get off on weird shit. I’m not one. It was the
idea of his whipping out his dick and holding it. I wanted to hold
it. Damn. I must be drunk!

As he unlocked the door in front of me, I
just looked at him. Great shoulders, broad back, tight ass. Yep. I
wanted that. I must have just kept looking even after he got the
door open because he turned around and looked at me for a while.
Then, it happened. He grabbed me and kissed me. That deep kiss that
starts slow but builds with an intense heat that can only be
satisfied by all your body parts pressing against each other. His
hands started around my back and then moved to my face and my hair
while he continued to kiss me. Softly at first but then I could
sense his need for me. It was as great as mine for him. Within a
few minutes we were on his bed, pulling at each other’s clothes and
our mouths were kissing, sucking, licking whatever they could find
while we fumbled with buttons and zippers and my stupid tight
jeans. They might make your ass look good but when your lower half
is burning for his lower half, the wet denim is impossible to get
off gracefully!

Soon he was kissing my breasts, touching my
waist, and rubbing his body against mine. It didn’t take long at
all before we were naked and I was begging him to enter me. I
needed his cock inside me, even if would only be there for a minute
or two. He pushed it in. Yes! It was perfect. Not too big, not too
small. Just the right size for filling you up completely. That was
what I needed. He didn’t even have to move. I came immediately!
Then, to my surprise, he did move. Slowly at first, in and out. He
watched my face the entire time. He was determined to make me cum
again. I began to move more as well. Shifting my hips to get just
the right angle. Ahh. There, right there. That’s nice. Oh. That’s
good. OH. That’s really good. His movement was getting more intense
and I figured we were heading towards the finish line. But then, he
pulled out. WHAT! Give that back! I need it! Instead, I got my
nipples sucked and nibbled on and his right hand entered me and
rubbed my clit. Rubbing, sucking, pushing. There is something about
having one hand inside your pussy while the other hand is playing
with the outside that can make me cum non-stop! After several
minutes of shivering and spasming, I finally had to push him away.
I had to breathe. Fuck. This was better than I had hoped for. I was
still anticipating a three pump chump but if he was gonna make me
cum like that, the night would still be a win for me. 

Lucky for me, he was not about to let this
night end too soon. After three more orgasms thanks to his fingers,
his mouth and his tongue, I begged him to fuck me. Sometimes there
is no replacement for a really great dick. This time, he entered me
more forcefully, just enough that we both got off on it and he
listened to me begging him to finish. Fuck. Yes. Fuck! Yes! FUCK!
YES! We both came within a few minutes. We laid in bed, kissing and
laughing and talking for the entire night. Ten minutes would pass
and his cock would be rock hard again and again we would fuck one
another and get off in watching the other reach their breaking
point. I don’t even know how many times I came that night but I do
know in the six hours in bed, we only slept for the final hour or
two before that stupid alarm clock sounded indicating we both had
to get up and go to work.  

For the next month, neither of us slept
much. From time to time, we would take a night off from one
another, mostly to drink lots of Gatorade and catch up on our sleep
so that we could pick things up again the next day. Work was a
kick. We couldn’t tell anyone what was going on but occasionally my
ass would feel a squeeze as he passed by or a rubber band would
snap me out of nowhere. New love is wonderful. It’s a rare feeling
but when it’s combined with mind blowing sex, well, what more girl
could ask for more?

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