Friday evening
I haven't had anyone for a long time—after my ex left, I closed myself off and didn't respond to advances. Work-home-club-TV, a life as bland as diet food, without the joys of the bedroom.
Friends hinted more than once that my "maiden's little bed" could be a reliable harbor in their stormy ocean, but I didn't want to. One had a girlfriend he cheated on out of boredom, another had a common-law wife, a third had "it's complicated," and they all saw me as someone who would be their easy prey. Neither the first, nor the second, nor the third were Apollos—just ordinary guys with budding bellies, suffering from a mild form of beer impotence. Better
to have no one than any of them.On Friday evening turning into Saturday, when girls are picked up in clubs for a routine fuck, and family men head off "on a business trip to important sites," I decided to refresh the interior—move the armchair, change a couple of pictures, dust off the knick-knacks—typical housewife stuff. Changing my robe for an old t-shirt left by one of my exes, I started rearranging the figurines on the shelves, lazily thinking that the t-shirt could probably be used to wash the floor and then thrown out, just like its former owner.
My thoughts were interrupted by a phone call—cursing that I hadn't put it on vibrate, I pulled it out of my bag and saw the number of an old friend who had left town a couple of years ago. A momentary whim—and I was already talking to the caller:
— Lalik, it's so great I caught you. Can I drop by?
— Actually, I had other plans…
— Lal, just for half an hour—we'll have coffee, chat, and I'll fly off.
— Only if it's just that.
It wasn't that I didn't want to see Yurka, but the situation of being alone with a man made me a bit tense. Stop, — I told myself. Get a grip. This is Yura, your old acquaintance. You haven't seen each other for two years, and it's normal—to meet him for coffee. Don't think that all men dream of nothing but getting you under them.
Cheering up, I didn't even bother to change—I stayed in the t-shirt. Yura didn't keep me waiting and soon appeared at the doorstep with flowers and a box of pastries.
— Oh, you shouldn't have—I felt embarrassed again…
— Lal, beautiful women should be showered with flowers!
— Do you often give such standard compliments?
Yura smiled and raised his hands—I surrender, oh beautiful one. Have mercy on me and let me partake of your divine coffee.
We chatted pleasantly, meanwhile it started getting dark outside, and my sudden guest remembered he had to run soon. Suddenly, I wanted him to stay. I don't know why—just at that moment he seemed so close and cozy. But to come up with a pretext to keep a man… no, I didn't really want to. Apparently, it wasn't meant to be… a pity.
After talking about nothing for another 5 minutes, we went into the hallway and suddenly Yura remembered he couldn't find his glasses. Will you help me? — he asked. — Here they are, right behind you, — I just managed to say when I felt him kissing my neck. Softly, tenderly, and a bit insistently. I froze, not knowing what to do, and realized I wanted it myself. For him to kiss me…
His lips became more insistent, his hand smoothly moved up my thigh to the apple of my breast and settled comfortably on it, squeezing and stroking.
— I think we can give each other a few more pleasant minutes—he purred.
Why not? Suddenly I made up my mind, turned to him and asked—should I probably go take a shower?
— Baby, — he laughed softly, — only whores shower before sex. And you—are a woman who is always beautiful. Come here.
He carefully lowered me onto the sofa and began to slowly caress me, saying—what a magical ass you have, so firm and warm, I've always dreamed of spanking it…
Gradually his hands reached my breasts, moved to my shoulders, he scratched my back and licked my ear, not forgetting to run his tongue down my neck to my collarbone, which always turned me on. I moaned with pleasure and whispered "Take me."
— Anything you want, baby. He spread my legs and entered sharply—I was all wet, and thrust to meet his rhythmic, hard movements, feeling a savage hunger awakening in me.
He smiled encouragingly—little one, you're in such a hurry. I've saved a lot more sweet things for you. With these words, he pulled up my t-shirt and took my nipple into his lips. Licked it, blew on it, and started sucking, lightly biting. I let out a long moan, and he, without taking his lips off my breast, squeezed the other breast with his hand.
— Yes, yessss, YESSSS! I screamed, anticipating an orgasm, but he stopped abruptly. — Not so fast, baby. You'll be a good girl, right? Then I'll give you what you want.
I wanted to obey him. I was ready to do whatever he said—an animal had awakened in me that wanted one thing—to fuck. To get smeared with cum up to my ears, swallow it, smear it on my breasts, lick his cock, and offer up my pussy. Ooooh…
He lay on his back and called me to him. When I knelt before him and started licking his cock, he began lubricating my ass with something warm, skillfully moving his finger so that I got more and more aroused, and my nipples ached painfully.
I expertly licked his cock, but he held back, not letting himself finish, lifted me, and sat me down on his hot dick, moistened with my saliva. Trembling with delight, I began slowly rising and falling on him, clenching my muscles to make my vagina tighter. I could see he was enjoying it, he moaned and spanked my ass, then ordered me not to stop and bent me over to kiss my breast, while I, getting playful, writhed to rub his face with my nipples, only occasionally letting him catch them.
His cock was stretching me, and then I felt Yura insert a vibrator into my ass and, without giving me time to recover, turned it on.
I was burning all over—I wanted him to simultaneously lick my breasts, fuck me in both holes, lick my clit, scratch and tear my body—these sensations were bigger than me, and he held me with strong hands and impaled, impaled me deeper onto his cock.
— say you're my bitch, — he demanded. — I'm your bitch, — I moaned. — a wet and fuckable slut who wants to lick your cock, wants to bounce on it and come. Aaaaah—ooooooh… I was lying on him, but he made me straighten up, squeezed my nipples, started twisting them, and ordered me to keep riding him and rubbing my clit.
— I want you to come, baby. For you to bring yourself to orgasm with your own hands, and then I'll fill you with cum. I didn't obey him at first, but he slapped my ass, and I started, first weakly, then harder, rubbing my clit. It swelled and became the size of a pea.
When a warm wave began to rise inside me, I trembled and bounced on him even faster, then screamed and collapsed. He came inside me and sprayed cum on my face and breasts.
— Perhaps you should go take a shower now. All the interesting stuff is just about to begin. And I realized that for the first time in six months, I was happy.