0 comments/ 20391 views/ 11 favorites Cocky Guy Gets What He Wants Ch. 01 By: SexySentences I met Peter through an online adult dating website. He wasn't really my type, but hey, I was on the site to throw off the shackles of 'type' and just have a great time. He was a bit arrogant on chat, a bit pushy about meeting when we spoke and a bit sort of 'c'mon baby, what you got to lose?' I hated it and liked it at the same time. To me, it was very macho, very cocky. Despite online dating 101, I went to his house for our first meeting. It was lunchtime, what could possibly happen? From the moment he greeted me, to the time he put me exhausted into a cab at 6am the next day, he was like a thirsty man who could not get enough water. The way I usually play things was to talk for a bit, flirt, check on the chemistry and then maybe agree to take things further. Not Peter. He walked right up to me, made a growling lewd comment about how sexy my tits were and stuck his tongue in my mouth while feeling my ass. "Hey!" I jumped back like a teenage virgin and all but spat his tongue out. "Hey! You shit! I'm not a fucking hooker, you can't just assume things." And then maddeningly, he laughed and took my hand and kissed the palm. And still holding it, he apologized. In hindsight, I would have walked away on anyone else, but he had a deep gravelly voice and a the kind of mischievous smile that could get him off a murder rap. "Well, just back off a bit okay?" I didn't know this, but by staying beyond that moment, for forgiving him his boyish sleaziness, it was on. Green light. Go. And there was no backing off. Bracing to combat an immediate ravaging, I was surprised (and relieved) to find we would be going out for lunch – to a public place – and getting to know each other a bit. Surely he would have to keep his hands to appropriate gestures only? Wrong. At the restaurant, he moved his chair close to mine and said "I just want our conversation to be private." I believed him until he put his hand up my skirt after making sure the waiter was watching. I let him almost reach my panties before leaning in close to his ear and calmly said "Remove your hand or I guarantee it will never touch that spot again." He hesitated. Flashed that grin and moved his chair further away without a word. He started to talk about swingers nights he'd been to and asked if I'd ever been to one. I hadn't but said with the right person I'd consider it. So of course, he invited me. I just laughed and tried to change the subject because I didn't even know if I wanted to kiss him again yet. But he continued talking, kind of loudly, about how he would love to watch me lick another woman's pussy while he fucked me from behind. "Would you like that?" I shrugged and talked about the wine. Despite my calm, I was already soaking wet. His candid desire and description of the swingers scenario (a fantasy of mine) was turning me on. But I'm no pushover, I still wanted to make him work for it. Wrong again. When we finished lunch he announced we were going to a pub. We headed to his car and before he opened the door for me, he asked if he could kiss me again. "Just a little one." He said. I paused and eyed him playfully. A second later his hot tongue touched mine and he pressed the length of his body flat against me. He simultaneously put his hand down my top, pulled my breast from my bra cup and squeezed my nipple hard between his fingers, moaning into my mouth. He must have felt the shocked resistance in my body because it was all over in a couple of seconds, and he was already walking to his side of the car. I just stood there a moment, rumpled and breathless, and wetter than before. He was playing me perfectly and he knew it. When we got to the bar, we set ourselves up at the pool table. I'm kind of competitive and thought I might get some ground back from him. He was really good, but most infuriating, he didn't care. He became solicitous and generous and less handsy for a while and may have even let me win a game or two. We drank beer and got merry. We talked, laughed and I relaxed. He was still horribly arrogant and presumptuous, but he was growing on me. At some point I told him I was going to the ladies room, and swayed happily down the back corridor. When I came out, he was waiting. I laughed and told him to go back or we'd lose the pool table. "No more games." He said with a sly grin. And as I came level with him, he took my arm and pushed me through a different door – the disabled toilet. His hands went everywhere at once and his tongue found my mouth as he pressed me up against the door. He pulled at my clothes chaotically, desperate to break through to skin. I was breathing hard in response to his intensity, but still remembered to check the door was snipped. As he kissed and licked at my neck, he talked his desire out loud: "God, you are so fucking gorgeous, I love your tits, I'm going to fuck your tits later, and everywhere else and you are going to come and come and I'm going to drink you dry and then I'll make you wet again and fuck you some more..." It went on and on, and I was so fucking turned on that I mentally obeyed every order he gave. He tugged my skirt up around my waist and plunged his hand into my pants. He groaned loudly when he felt how wet I was. He pushed three fingers deep, almost lifting me from the ground, and I pushed against him, biting his ear and moaning. His thumb found my clit and he squeezed the slick bud, I begged for his cock. It was in my hand within seconds. Hard as steel and well formed, thick and silky. We kissed deep and hard, and my pussy was loud and dripping in his hand. "Bend over the sink," he urged and I obeyed without question, kicking my underwear off. There was a mirror above the sink and we could see most of ourselves in it. I had a fleeting thought that he had done this before and was momentarily annoyed. I heard him unwrap something, but I was so far gone I wouldn't have cared anyway. There was no smile now, just serious desire and absolute determined lust. "Get your tits out," he ordered. "I want to see them swinging as I fuck your gorgeous behind." I complied, just as his cock rammed into me. He wasted no time hooking a finger in my ass as well and I gasped. It felt so good. He drove hard and fast, in my favourite style. His legs pounded against me in loud slaps against my slick thighs. I watched his face swimming with pleasure as he watched my tits bouncing wildly with every pounding stroke. The stream of consciousness dirty talk started again: "Your pussy is so hot, my cock loves it, you fucking sexy fucking bitch, you are going to have this cock rammed into every hole, and deep in your sexy mouth, so I hope you like the feel of it, fuck, those tits, tell me how much you want my cock, beg me to ass fuck you with my cock, spread your fucking ass for my cock..." and I did. Wet and slick from my pussy he just pulled out and rammed his cock into my ass. It was barely warmed by the brief fingering, but there was no easing, no slowing, no mercy. Just cock rammed in as far as I could go. It fucking hurt and I fucking loved it. He pounded me harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. It felt amazing, and I started to say some words of my own: "Fuck your cock feels soooo good in my ass, I love your cock in my ass, I want your cock in every fucking hole, I can't wait to taste your cum, and get on my knees and just suck you until you can't take it, keep fucking me just like this, fuck me, please fuck me, fuck..." I pushed my ass back to meet each thrust and my tits bounced and swayed. I'm not sure if it was my words, moans, or the movement I made to grip the sink harder so I could get leverage, but he came, hard and long at that moment. With a huge, satisfied "Aaaaaaahhhhhh." We were both breathing hard and flushed to the roots of our hair. He pulled slowly out of my ass and jammed his fingers into my pussy as he did so. I hadn't cum yet, but was feeling sated anyway. He pulled me upright and reached around for my tits, his fingers still working my puss. He looked at my flushed face in the mirror and said "Don't you worry, baby. You are going to get well taken care of today. That snatch and ass are going to be bruised and battered." Then he let me go, slapped my ass, pulled the limp condom from his cock and closed his fly. My pussy and ass were both throbbing. "You take a moment, babe. I'll get us more beers." And he let himself out. For second I just stood there panting. From virginal cringe to public toilet ass fucking in the space of three hours. And it was only mid-afternoon. Who the hell was this guy and how did he know which buttons to press? And how soon would he press them again? Cocky Guy Gets What He Wants Ch. 02 I'd just been ass fucked by Peter in the disabled toilet of a pub. He left me dishevelled, throbbing, wet and breathless to go and get us more beer. He'd told me I was in for a long night. To quote, he told me my "snatch and ass are going to be bruised and battered." I suspected my mouth and face were going to get a working over too. I could have walked out then. I had my handbag with me and the back exit was just a few steps away. But I started getting wet again thinking of half the stuff he'd said to me. There was no way I was going anywhere. I did, however, decide to cut back on drinks and make sure it didn't turn into a drunken escapade where anything seemed like a good idea. So I fixed myself up. Gave my pussy and face a spritz of water, wet some paper towel and gave my ass a dabbing, straightened my clothes and reapplied my lipstick. I left the room semi-respectable. The couple sitting at table near the exit didn't agree though and gave me a judgemental look. They'd obviously heard everything. Instead of being embarrassed, I took a leaf from Peter's book and winked at the woman as I walked by. Fuck them. Peter was playing a game of pool with a guy when I got back. I assumed he just got bored and it was some random pub guy, but he introduced us as I came over. "This is a mate of mine, Paul." "Really?" I asked. "Two more mates and we've got a band." They both laughed and Paul shook my hand. I suspected Peter had told him what had just happened since he looked directly at my tits and held my hand a bit longer than necessary. We all clinked our beers and the game resumed. As they played, I sat on a stool and tried to ignore my throbbing ass and twitching pussy. There's no way I'm sleeping with both of them, I thought. Lost in horny thoughts of what I was determined to avoid, Peter came over to put the cue in my hand and tell me it was my turn to play Paul. "Oh right. We can always play as a three if we rotate turns." I said helpfully. Of course I was referring to the pool game, but Peter roared with laughter and then whispered in my ear, "that's precisely the plan." Hard to believe after the toilet fuckery, but I blushed then and my eyes went straight to Paul's. I lost the game. Really badly and quickly. I was nervous and excited and couldn't concentrate. This didn't go unnoticed. Peter made a point of embracing me after the particularly bad shots, he hand wandering to my ass and the side of my breasts a few times. He also kissed me loudly and openly at the bar and I was too horny to resist. Paul watched us closely and always stood opposite my shots, openly staring down my top. A couple of times, he stood behind me, very close, his hip touching mine. Every person in the pub could see what was happening. Where this was going. I felt slutty and loved it. This was not my neighbourhood, so I had no worries of seeing someone I knew. And it was a hugely empowering and sensual feeling to have all eyes following me and imagining what would be done to me in a couple of hours. There was no room to feel nervous about how this was going to play out. Hell, I felt so good I could have fucked the whole pub on the pool table. I think I even whispered as much to Peter, who could only smile in arrogant triumph. But by the time we were heading to the car in the cool evening air, my confidence faltered and I started to feel unsure. Reading the situation like an expert, Peter sat me in the back with my thoughts, somehow sensing I needed to have this mental argument without his persuasion. He talked about the barbeque he was going to cook us and how delicious the steak was going to taste. How he liked it rare and moist, and basted in its own juice. Paul said he preferred it firm and cooked, and to add his own sauce for taste. I was rolling my eyes so hard at the entendres that I was making myself dizzy. --------------- ------- Paul worked the barbeque on the patio, while I chopped salad, with Peter moving between us. I turned down wine and asked for water. Peter shrugged (looked at me a bit questioningly) but gave it to me. On one of the return trips, he moved up behind me and lightly kissed my neck and reached around my waist. It was the gentlest he had been today and I enjoyed the change of pace. His sharp tongue could be soft and playful it seemed. I leaned into him and enjoyed the sensations, then turned around to return the kiss. We kissed slowly, with intensity, deep tongues and soft moans. So when he gently lifted my skirt, hooked my underwear and pushed it down my legs, kneeling in front of me as he did so. I spread my leg and showed him my wet willingness. I could see Paul at the barbeque through the kitchen window and he could see the top half of me. Greedily, loudly and with great gusto, Peter began to eat me. He gripped my ass tightly and pulled my hips into his waiting face, slurping and groaning loudly. So I'd had the sharp tongue and the soft tongue and now here was the thirsty maestro tongue. I could feel the vibration of his moans on my thighs as he sucked and sucked at my waiting clit. I hadn't ever been eaten quite like this before. All I could manage was "oh yes, babe. Oh yes." I held onto the bench to keep my feet and thrusted my hips forward to give him better access. As I did, I caught Paul's eye and did what seemed appropriate: pulled my top beneath my tits and took my tits out of my bra. Then started thrusting into Peter's eager face, tits bouncing in time. He was eating me like a pro. I knew the pace (and his skill) would make me cum quickly, especially since I had been fucked and fingered to the edge of it all this afternoon. I had never felt this horny in my life. I could feel juice flowing from me and hear Peter lapping it all up greedily. I was so close. Paul didn't move from outside, but watched with unbroken attention. I felt his eyes on me even as I felt Peter's mouth suckling my clit. In this hot and new situation, I came for the first time that day. I came thunderously, loudly and without any inhibition. I tried to move back when the first wave passed, but Peter refused to unlatch his face from my bucking hips. He kept sucking and licking until my orgasm seemed endless. Finally it reached an unbearable end point and my legs became too weak to hold me. Peter finally stood to support me and kissed me with his cum smeared lips and face. I kissed thirstily back at first, but struggled to catch my breath. Over his shoulder I could see Paul still watching, and I waved weakly. He lifted the barbeque tongs in salute. Peter was standing there with a giant hard on showing through his pants. I made a move, but he stopped me. "We eat first." He said. "I thought you just had." I replied. "Paul just watched me cum." I added. "Of course." he replied with a wink. I gathered my underwear from the kitchen floor and made my way to the bathroom. I sat on the cool seat for a moment and just closed my eyes. All I could think of was cocks and desire and fucking noises and having my ass filled again. I thought about what two cocks were going to be like. I was dripping with cum and getting wet again and so decided not to bother putting my soaking wet panties back on. I stuffed them in my handbag on the way back to the kitchen and just pulled my skirt down. The guys were at the table ready to start eating dinner when I got back. I sat in the chair across from Paul, smiled and asked for wine. We ate. ------- -------- ------- Conversation was pretty normal at first, I asked more about Paul, how they knew each other and for how long. It seems they had been a team for a while (work and buddies). Their manner with each other was old friends loaded with private jokes. With Peter doing most of the talking, things soon turned to sex and sexual gratification. When it did, I refused to play the role of reluctant participant anymore and flat out asked what was going to happen between us. "So how does this work? The three of us getting together. Do we have roles? I need to lay some ground rules." They looked at each other and then Peter spoke: "Look, it's not like it's scripted..." I raised my eyebrows. "We all enjoy ourselves and only do things we're all comfortable with, and that we all want to do, obviously. I mean, this is about pleasure, so we all take a turn helping each other get what we want. It's not that complicated, really." I'm nodding. They are both looking at me, waiting for comment or invitation. "Do I get to have things the way I want too?" "Yes!" They respond in unison. "And you have to stop at any time I say so. Any time." "Of course." I outlined my very few rules: protection used for all penetration except oral, and if I say stop it is immediate. I also tell them that I'd like to hear them talking dirty, about me, that I am turned on by talking. The air is electric now, we are all anticipating what's ahead. I stop talking, knowing they are waiting for my cue. I extend the anticipation and slowly sip my wine. After a minute or so I say: "Paul, I want to suck your cock first if that's okay. Peter, you watch, but don't touch. After that...let's just go to fucking town." There's nodding, but I don't even acknowledge it. I just need to taste some cock. Paul stands up and walks around the table to me. His huge hard-on is visible underneath his shorts, but there are no shorts by the time he reaches me. His cock finds my waiting open mouth. I gobble the shaft to the hilt, the way I've wanted to do to Peter all day. I love giving blow jobs. I love gagging and choking on cock, I slurp loudly and appreciatively. I really want to suck Peter's, but also want to string him out a bit. I have to lean forward to go deep on Paul, so I grab his hips and bring them toward me. I also take his hands and put them on the back of my head. He's unsure until he sees how far I push my mouth onto his shaft. What I'm not able to fit in my mouth I circle with my fingers and pulse up and down in sync. I encourage some hard, fast action until his shaft is slick with gag saliva. Then to catch my breath I pull back and firmly lick and suck, and tighten my bobbing mouth. I tongue the head in circular motions before gobbling it deep again. Peter makes comments as I go to town on Paul "God that is sexy, I knew you would be a fucking master of cock, I can't wait til those lips are wrapped around me, and they fucking will be soon. Your fucking hot mouth is going to be fucked hard." Paul grunts and starts to thrust harder, getting into my rhythm. Peter has only a partial view and moves around to where Paul was to see better. From the corner of my eye I see he is naked and ready. He plays with himself as he watches me touch and suck on Paul. I make eye contact and he smiles. That naughty boy smile. "Fucking hell, this feels great, your mouth feels so hot and wet, those tight lips and firm tongue are fucking awesome, I'm gonna dump the biggest fucking cum load down your throat..." I'm in a cock coma and barely hear him. I get so lost in the taste and smell and feel of Paul's cock, that when he eventually tells he is going to cum I just "hmmmmmmm" and suck harder in response. His thrusting speeds up and his hands grip handfuls of my hair. I moan louder to encourage him. A few seconds later, his hot cum is pouring down my throat and I'm swallowing my first batch of the evening. I keep sucking and licking slowly to make sure I've got it all. Then I stand up, still with Paul's cock in my hand. Peter's looking almost pale with desire. I'm feeling horny and confident and ready for more. "Shall we head inside and get started?" Cocky Guy Gets What He Wants Ch. 03 With the taste of Paul's cum in my mouth and his cock still in my hand, Peter looks at me from across the table and answers my question. "Bedroom's this way." I follow Peter's naked form and Paul takes his last piece of his clothing off behind me as we walk. I'm still fully dressed, except for underwear. At the bedroom, Peter turns and beckons me over. I step into his embrace for a deeply hot kiss and take his rock hard cock in my hand. Paul steps in from behind and starts to undress me. Pulling my top over my head and unhooking my bra. He unbuttons my skirt and pushes it down my legs. As his hand returns upwards he finds my seriously wet pussy. "Oh my god..." he exclaims. Peter pauses kissing, but does not stop kneading my breasts with both hands."I know, she's got such a wet snatch, right? You should fucking taste it." "I think I will." Peter steers me backwards toward the bed and has me lay down. Both men pause to just look at me lying there, ready, willing. "Go ahead," Peter says "I'm gonna fuck those beautiful tits. That okay?" I just nod, mute with desire. Paul spreads my legs and takes a long, hard lick of my pussy. He has a slower, more patient style than Peter and licks in long strokes that finish with him taking my clit between his lips and tongue, and squeezing. I feel opened and gushing. Meanwhile Peter is rubbing lube on my tits in slow, thorough circles, somehow in time to Peter's movements. "I've wanted to taste your cock all afternoon." I say to Peter. "I know, babe, and you definitely will. But I've gotta fuck those beautiful tits first. Hold them together for me." He straddles my middle and I do as I'm told. I have the sudden realisation that I am entirely at the mercy of two men who could easily overpower me. At the same time I know there is very little they would need to force me to do, so I squeeze my tits together and enjoy the overwhelming sensation of being touched by multiple hands and mouths and cocks. Peter's cock appears and disappears between my slippery tits. I put my tongue out to taste the tip each time, but it's just frustrating me. I want my lips around it. I want to feel the head hitting the back of my throat. I want to swallow more cum. Paul has ceased with the long strokes and is concentrating on sucking and flicking my clit. He is great at it and I'm almost there again. I'm pinned down and cannot move my hips as much as I want. The tit fucking is a huge turn on for Peter, and he's describing it out loud to Paul. "Oh, mate, this is fantastic. These big soft tits are hugging my cock. It feels so smooth and tight." Paul moans into my pussy and keeps eating. "Fucking hold them tighter babe, that is so sexy, I can't wait to come all over them." I'm loving Peter's commentary, and I'm about to orgasm. "Paul, your fucking hot tongue is about to make me cum...Peter, please put your cock into my mouth. Now." Peter leans forward without hesitation, and based on what he observed of my blowjob preferences earlier, he rams his cock into my throat, takes a handful of hair in one hand and squeezes one tit in the other. Paul is sucking my clit bud and starts fucking me with two fingers as well. I orgasm almost immediately, in long, gagging, roaring, moaning, breathless waves. It feels like minutes later when Peter withdraws his cock. I take it in my hand to discourage him from moving away. "How fantastic is that pussy, mate?" "Fucking hmhmmmmhm," Paul murmurs, still licking juice from my twitching thighs. Then he sits up. In my line of sight are two hard cocks and all eyes are on my next move. I barely wait a heartbeat before sitting up and turning onto all fours. ********** I take Peter's cock back into my mouth and use one hand to finger my wet pussy. Paul gets the hint and puts on a condom. My fingers are soon replaced by his hard cock and I feel filled up. Paul's thrusting hips push my mouth onto Peter's waiting cock. It feels wonderful and filling and dirty to be fucked like this by two men. I want to scream out my pleasure but my mouth is full. We all move in blissful, moaning rhythms, trying to keep time with each other and maximise sensations. At the same time as feeling myself filled I picture the scene as well. It's one I've looked at in countless porn before and envied. To be 'that girl', the one filled with cock and swaying with bliss, it's a turn on in a turn on. Paul and Peter start talking above me... "Oh girl, you are in for a rough night...I hope you can handle this for a few more hours... How about it mate, you feeling fit enough to satisfy this hot babe?" says Peter. "No worries here. I've got more plans for that gorgeous mouth and that pink bud of an ass is going to get it hard and fast." "How was the ride back at the pub babe? Your tight ass need more attention?" I know it's a rhetorical question because he just starts ramming his cock into my mouth even harder, not allowing me to speak. But I moan into the base of his cock and rock my hips back onto Paul. Peter's cock is possibly harder than any I've ever sucked. I can't wait to feel it in my ass again. Peter withdraws his cock from my mouth and says "I need to fuck you again now." "Oh yeah..." I respond. Paul moves out of me and lays down beside me with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He then pulls me across so I'm straddling him. My pussy is throbbing with absence and I hurredly grind my hips into him. It feels good to be in control and I reach out for Peter. He moves down the bed and takes my face in his hands, kissing me deeply as I move on Paul's cock. He then moves to stand behind me, between Paul's legs next to the bed. I know what is coming and I spread my ass cheeks in consent. I want it. I want two cocks fucking me at the same time. "Yes, yes, yes. I want both of you fuck me til I can't take it anymore." Paul just grabs my tits in response and Peter says, "you'll get everything you want and then some." Unlike the disabled toilet experience, Peter preps me a bit this time, rubbing lube into my ass. He slips one finger in deeper and deeper until I relax. I slow my rhythm on Paul to enjoy the sensation. "Aaaaaahhhhhh, fuck. That is good." "Hang on a minute, babe." Says Peter as he withdraws his finger and replaces it with the head of his cock. The swollen head bursts through my tight hole and I cry out. He checks in with me and says that on my say so, he will stop. "No. No." I hurredly reply, "just go slow for a minute." He complies. And it's not long til I'm begging to be fucked harder. It's awkward at first. Our rhythms take a moment to sync. Peter's cock slips out of my ass and I stop moving on Paul altogether. "You stay still, babe and we move." Peter instructs. Paul lifts my hips slightly and then leverages his hips off the bed in fast rhythmic strokes. The bed bounce helps him to keep momentum. It's a good pace and he's hitting just the right spot and I'm "aaaaaaahhhing" with approval. Peter is behind me thrusting deeply and mercilessly in time. Once we're in sync it is amazing, sensational, cum-inducing and hot. We're all moaning and talking out our pleasure over each other. "Oh, fuck yes. Yes. Yes." I can only hear myself. It's the most satisfying sensation I've ever felt, I feel full and my muscles are all singing with pleasure. I'm crying out and my tits are bouncing, Paul is breathing hard beneath me and Peter starts his commentary "fucking hell, you fucking hot bitch, did you think you'd take two cocks when you saw me today and get your ass fucked this hard, my god, I'm still gonna have another go at those tits and drink you fucking dry again. You can fuck off home Paul I want this hot, wet woman all to myself." I come all through his last sentence. It's a deep, pelvic orgasm that causes me to buck and scream and yell my own litany of "fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yeeeeeeeeesssss." Paul holds me steady and Peter gropes my tits. I'm not sure if it's the pressure of the two cocks buried inside me to the hilt, but it feels different to a clit-induced orgasm, it's spinal and drumming me deep in my pussy and along my every nerve. If I wasn't being held in place, I've have almost fainted with the intensity. Peter loses it just after me, coming with great, loud grunts and a final "fuuuuuuuuuckkk!" Paul isn't ready yet. "Just keep fucking me," I tell him, and lean down with my tits hovering and swaying over his face. Peter's cock comes out of my ass and although I'm spent and half in orgasm afterglow, I start bucking my hips on Paul to bring him with us. "You want to come on my tits? On my face? In my wet fucking snatch? You can cum anywhere you want, baby..." And then there's nothing to tell. Paul is orgasming in my throbbing pussy and I'm squeezing my pelvic muscles to milk his hot cock. I collapse half off Paul, his cock slowly slipping out of me. "Water..." I croak eventually. We're all breathing hard, except Peter who has recovered already and leaves to get water. When Peter gets back. Paul and I are both spreadeagled and tangled on the bed. "I might need a minute before round three." I say. But Peter just reaches down and starts lazily rubbing my clit and kissing my tits. "Hmmmm. Maybe not."