0 comments/ 17583 views/ 6 favorites Meeting My Friend @ The Cafe By: CHARLEY4U2 My Husband was off to Delhi for a week. I have been planning to meet my boyfriend during my School days. We were in touch through Face book, even though we had not met for a very long time. I wanted to take this opportunity and meet him in person. I called him from my office and was already horny when I heard his voice. I asked him, if we could meet at the coffee shop near my office. He agreed to it eagerly. I got there early and spied a nice table in the corner, so I quickly ordered my simple Coffee and slid into a corner table. I set my cup and saucer down in front of me on the pristine white linen table cloth that covered the small round table, and then leaned in to smell the single white rose in the glass vase that adorned the middle of my table. I smiled knowing he'd be arriving any minute. I couldn't help but wonder how this was going to play out. He and I had been so attracted to each other over the last few weeks...would it translate in person? Would we be unable to keep our hands off each other? Or would the attraction prove imaginary once he arrived? I heard the bells on the coffee shop door jingle and looked up. I recognized that face immediately. It was him. He was here. My boy friend during my school days! We had been in touch through face book for some time now. I stared at him as he scanned the semi-crowded cafe. Finally our eyes met. He smiled. I smiled. Oh yeah, the attraction was anything but imaginary. Sparks flew instantly, even from 15 feet away. I wanted to run across the restaurant and throw myself at him. Instead, I watched as he motioned to the coffee bar to place his order. I watched his every move...I watched him stand in line, order his smoothie since he didn't drink coffee, then pay for it. I watched as he stood there waiting for his drink. My heart jumped as I saw him turn around and finally head towards me. "Pooja!" he said warmly, greeting me as he set his beverage down and slid into the booth beside me. "Suresh!" I exclaimed, leaning in and giving him a light kiss on his cheek. "Have a good drive?" "Yeah, not bad. I'm just happy to finally be here...with you." "I'm happy you're finally here...with me," I said, giving him a wink. "Damn, you look delicious," he growled, giving me the once over, then slipping his arm around my waist and scooting me closer to him. "You don't mind if I want you as close to me as humanly possible, do you? The last few weeks have been pure torture, as you know." I giggled. "I don't mind a bit...as you know." "Those lips look mighty kissable." "You better test 'em out...ya know, just to be sure." He laughed, then reached up and brushed his hand across my cheek. He angled my chin upwards and leaned into me. Our lips lightly made contact. A wet heat immediately flooded my pussy. The passion, even in such a simple kiss, was undeniable. Our kiss got slightly deeper, became slightly more pressured before we parted and looked into each other's eyes. "Wow," he whispered. "Yeah...wow," I agreed. Suresh leaned into me, brushed my long, dark red curls aside, and kissed my neck lightly. I shivered. I felt his hot breath against my ear. "Just for the record," he whispered, "that one kiss left me dying to fuck you." I whipped my head back and looked at him. He had the slyest, most self-satisfied smile on his face. "Dick," I mouthed. "Speaking of dick, wanna feel mine? It's rock hard." Before I could even answer, he grabbed my hand, pulled it beneath the white linen tablecloth, and placed it on top of his pants where his cock was indeed hard as a rock. "Mmmmmm," I moaned. "Like what you feel, baby?" "You know I do...." "I wonder if I'll like what I feel?" he pushed, taunting me. I knew he expected me to back down. "You should check...and there's no time like the present." I said as I swiftly spread my legs wide beneath the table. Suresh looked around the cafe at the other patrons. All were involved in deep conversations or surfing the net on their computers...not one was paying attention to us way in the back corner. "You're gonna get us kicked outta here." "Are you saying you don't wanna check?" I taunted back. He turned towards me quickly and before I realized what he was doing, I felt his hand up my skirt. I purposefully didn't wear panties, hoping this exact scenario would play out. I spread my legs a little wider and felt his finger against my slit. He leaned his face into my neck again. "I've been thinking about this very moment every day for weeks now...." "Me too," I breathed. His finger ever so slowly travelled the path down the length of my soaked pussy. He reached the opening to my womanhood and without hesitation, pushed his finger inside me. We both exhaled loudly in unison. "Oh...fuck...yes...." he whispered. "Do you have any idea how good you feel?" "I've felt me before," I said, sarcastically. "Fuckin' tease," he breathed against my ear as he brazenly sank his teeth into my neck. My entire body tensed up. He released his teeth from my skin and sat up slightly. "Just for that, ya know what I'm gonna do?" I looked at him curiously. "What?" He leaned into my neck so very close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath against me again and that alone sent shivers up my spine. "You're gonna cum for me...right here, right now." "Here? Now?!" "That's what I said," he declared as he began to move his finger in and out of me slowly. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and moaned. Quickly coming to my senses, though, I whispered, "I...I can't, Suresh...not here...." "You can and you will. I own you, remember?" "But...." "Shhhh, no buts. You're mine to do what I want with and right now I want my pussy to cream...." The commanding tone with which he said it made me want to comply instantly. But the sensible part of me couldn't help remembering where we were. "But what if someone sees us?" "The tablecloth is completely covering you, trust me. I tried to look beneath it when I walked in the front door and could barely see your ankles," he joked. I giggled. "Do you trust me, Pooja?" "Emphatically." "Then do as I tell you. Cum for me." I no longer resisted. I gave into him completely. As his fingers made their way back up my slit and rested over my clit, I looked up into his eyes. I found his gorgeous, baby blue eyes staring back at me. I started to look away, but he brought his hand up to my face and tilted my chin towards him. "Look into my eyes as you cum," he whispered. I stared at him, stared into him, as his fingers made slow, rough circles around my little clit. "God, you're so fucking wet.... Oh..... mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! " My mouth dropped open. I could feel my orgasm approaching. I wanted to stop it. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to hold out, make it last. But everything was happening so fast, and he felt so good, and I longed for him so much...I couldn't stop myself. "Suresh...." "Let yourself go, baby...look at me...let yourself go...." I stared straight into his beautiful eyes and bucked my hips towards his hand slightly...and that's all it took. A huge rush of an orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I shook and shivered right there at the table as his fingers eased off my clit. I could feel a wave of wetness soak my cunt. To my surprise, he leapt up from the table. "Meet me in the Ladies' Room in one minute." "What?!" But he didn't answer. I watched him walk towards the back of the restaurant and disappear. I waited the required 60 seconds and then proceeded to the Ladies' Room as instructed. I knocked on the door. "Suresh?" "Get in here and lock the door behind you." I was glad to see it was a single room with just a toilet and a sink...and most importantly, a lock on the door. I indeed locked the door then turned to see Suresh sitting on the tile floor. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked him. "Get over here. I have to taste your cum. NOW!" "Suresh, we can get out of here to your apartment!" "Now, he said. C'mere." Again, something in his voice was needy, yet commanding. I wanted - no, I NEEDED to comply. I walked towards him and straddled my legs on either side of his hips. He looked up at me and stared into my eyes as he lifted my skirt. "Damn...I can already smell you." "What's the verdict?" I asked, grabbing the hem of my skirt and holding it up for him. "I'm rock hard...and I haven't even tasted you yet." "What're you waiting for?" "Mmmmm," he moaned in agreement. I studied him...watched his every move. His hands moved up my legs, around to the backs of my thighs...his fingers sank into my ass as he pulled my hips towards his waiting mouth. His amazing eyes flashed at me just before I felt his tongue make contact with my wetness. I, in turn, leaned my head back and moaned loudly Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah!, which only encouraged him. He covered my cunt with his entire mouth...buried his face in my slit. I could feel his tongue lapping at my pink flesh while his lips sucked my pussy lips. I'd never felt anything like it before in all my life. It felt like he was literally devouring me. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd tried...I started bucking my hips into him, fucking his face. He stopped momentarily, only long enough to say, "That's it, baby, don't stop fucking my face...I'm gonna make you cum like you've never cum before!" Breathing heavily, I looked down at him. His face was once again buried in my cunt, licking me, but his eyes were locked on mine. I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head toward my cunt, and resumed fucking his mouth. "uh...uhh..mmmm..."; He moaned in approval. I reveled in his expert tongue lapping at my pussy lips...long, slow, endless licks that finished with him sucking the abundance of my wetness into his mouth and down his throat. He shoved his tongue inside me several times, stiffened it, let me ride it. He'd swirl it around my opening, taunting me. Finally, he sucked and nibbled his way up my cunt until he found my rock hard clit. His powerful tongue circled it a couple times, making me moan and buck faster. He held my clit between his teeth with gentility as his tongue pressed on it hard and licked at it furiously. My legs had already begun to shake when I felt two of his fingers shove their way inside my cunt. The pressure of feeling him inside me along with the glorious things his tongue and teeth were doing to my precious clit sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips into his mouth like a woman possessed, fucking his face with reckless abandon, until my juices were expended from my body, coating his entire mouth and dripping down his chin. I felt so weak. No orgasm had ever left me feeling so...so...satisfied. All my muscles felt loose and tingly. Even my toes began to curl. Suresh must've sensed this because he scrambled up from the floor just in time to wrap his arms around my waist as my knees gave out on me. I looked up at him, eyes at half-mast, and smiled. He smiled back at me. "That was...wow," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're fucking incredible, baby." "Me?! YOU!" "My cock is so hard for you right now...I can't get over how good you taste." I brazenly reached down and grabbed a handful of his cock through his jeans. He was indeed hard as a fucking rock. "Mmmm,......Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! " I moaned. "I love doing this to you...." "I love everything you do to me!" "I haven't even begun. Wait 'til you see what I can do with MY mouth," I said matter-of-factly, winking at him. "Oh? When do I find THIS out?" Without hesitation, I reached inside his jeans, down his boxers and took his hardness in my fist. "How's about now?" "Oh god...." I'd barely even done more than grip him in my fist and stroke him slightly, but I felt his entire body tense...his eyes closed and his lips parted. He looked so deliciously wanton. I knew this was my cue. I took complete control now, removing my hand from his pants, turning him around, shoving him against the wall, and dropping to my knees. I didn't hesitate for one second as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. I did, however, hesitate when I saw his cock for the first time. I'd wanted it for weeks, but to see it now, in person, inches from my greedy little lips was almost more than I could take. It was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't too big or too small...it wasn't too long or too short...it wasn't too thin or too fat...it was perfect...and it was mine...ALL mine. I looked up at Suresh's face. He looked so needy and lustful...even his breathing had become ragged. I stared into his eyes as I licked the few drops of precum that had formed on the head of his cock. He let out the deepest sigh of relief. His hand came down and caressed my cheek. I continued, swirling my tongue all around the head of his cock. His body tensed further. I knew I wanted to tease him for hours, but this wasn't the time. He'd just brought me to two perfect orgasms and I knew he was in desperate need of his own release. I wasted no more time. I took him past my lips and down my throat, letting him sink balls deep into my mouth. He moaned loudly, his eyes closed, his mouth opened as he leaned backward and steadied himself on the railing behind him. His fists grabbed tight onto the metal bars until his knuckles went white. "Poojaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaee...." I slowly curled my lips around his cock and drew them backwards against his taut skin. My tongue swirled over his entire shaft, catching every nerve up the length of his dick as my teeth ever so slightly scraped him. I'd travelled up the entire length of his shaft...just before he was about to fall from my pink, pouty lips, I slammed my mouth down over his cock and took him into my throat once more. Again, a loud moan escaped his lips. "I can't take it...I need more.... Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! I felt the large head of his cock reach the breach of my throat and pause each time before slipping in. My throat muscles worked on the head like a warm glove milking him. His breath was coming in gasps when I let his dick slip out again. My hand wrapped around his now wet cock and began to pump it. My soft lips sucked the swollen head. I slowly pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "More?" "More," he growled, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me to my feet. I was surprised at his sudden aggressiveness, though it instantly turned me the fuck on. He turned me back around and shoved me against the wall. Both his hands came up to my face and pulled me towards him for a rough, passionate kiss. His tongue roamed my mouth possessively, like he was taking ownership of me. One of his hands snaked downward - but to my surprise, it snaked downward past my pussy. He hooked his right arm under my left knee and forced my legs wide open as he brought my knee up into the air. I was so lost in him, it didn't even occur to me what he was doing. It wasn't until I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my soaking cunt that I realized what it was he needed more of so desperately. Even as needy as he was, though, I knew he wasn't going to go without teasing me...and I was correct. He pushed just the head of his perfect cock inside me and swirled his hips in a circular motion, studying my face. "More," I breathed. "I want you to be desperate to have me inside you," he teased. "I am!" "Tell me. Beg for my cock." "You're really pushing it." "I'd rather be pushing my way inside that perfect cunt right now," he breathed against my ear. "All you hafta do is tell me how bad you want it and I'll fuck you until you can't take it any longer." There was a knock at the door. "One minute!" I yelled. "Better hurry and tell me," Suresh whispered. "Sounds like someone needs to use the facilities." Momentarily, I wondered how on earth he'd turned this around so quickly. He'd been desperate to fuck me and now, somehow, he was making me beg for it. It was so very...Suresh. There would be plenty of times to argue and tease and resist him later. Right now, though, I wanted to submit. I truly did need him inside me. "Suresh?" "Yes?" he asked, cockily. "I need your cock inside me. Please...." "Please what?" "Please fuck me." "How bad do you want me?" "Bad." "Just bad?" "Really fucking bad!" "I'm not so sure...." "Suresh! Please!" "God, I love pushing your buttons," he laughed. "You're too fucking good at --" my voice cut off as he shoved his cock roughly inside my waiting pussy. He leaned in and lightly kissed my lips. Then, our eyes met. We wrapped our arms around each other and our hips started moving together in unison. His cock fluidly moved in and out of my soft, wet folds. We thrust into each other rhythmically...our need for each other evident in our lust filled eyes. His free hand came up and caressed my cheek lovingly. Our eyes closed and we leaned our faces down so that our foreheads were touching. I'd never felt closer to another human being in all my life. His pace quickened exponentially and I followed suit until our bodies were slamming into one another in a twisted passion. We resumed kissing...our greedy tongues roaming each others' mouths like we were trying to swallow one another. Suddenly he dropped my leg that had been locked over his arm and his hands went straight to my ass cheeks. "ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!... he's cumming! I can feel it!" He dug his fingernails into my soft flesh and pulled me hard onto his cock as he exploded inside me. As he continued bucking his hips, emptying every last drop of cum from his cock and into me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingernails down his scalp and across his neck. Finally, once he was drained, he brought his arms up, wrapped them around my waist, and held me tight to his chest as he buried his face into my neck. We stood there tangled up in each other, silent, for several minutes. Finally, he looked up into my eyes with a serious look and said, "What if that poor woman that knocked on the door a bit ago is out there doing the pee-pee dance because we're in here boffing each others' brains out?" I burst out laughing. "Wanna boff at your place instead?" "Sure!" And with that, we pulled our clothes together, proudly walked out of the Ladies' Room holding hands, passed the woman who'd knocked at the door, and headed to his apartment. Suresh drove me to his apartment and asked me to wait in the car for a few minutes, so that he can reach the apartment without others noticing us together. I took a stroll in the car parking for 10 minutes and reached his apartment # 308. As I entered the apartment he was sitting in an overstuffed armchair in the corner, open windows on both sides, sheer curtains billowing. He was completely in shadow, only the moonlight reflecting off of his white shirt revealing the muscled outline of his chest. I closed the door behind me and moved slowly forward, my already sensitized nerves soaring into high gear. "Stop right there, Pooja." His voice was quiet, but firm in the silvery silence. I paused, a little uncertain. "Drop your purse there in the corner. Yes, that's good. Now please take off your jacket." Uncertainty coiled inside me, but finally, almost hypnotized by the smooth velvet voice, I let the jacket slide down my shoulders and tossed it over the dresser nearby. "Come here sweetheart." Standing directly in front of his chair, I could see only that gleaming body of Suresh ready to devour me. What are we doing, I wondered, and my body temperature rose by at least 5 degrees. "I want you to unbutton your top for me. Slowly. Yes, that's it." I almost bolted at this, nerves sizzling as I caught my breath, but he waited, unmoving, and that voice had its inevitable effect. My fingers were stiff, awkward, slipping buttons through button holes, one by one. "Now, pull it open. Slowly, sweetheart. That's good. No, don't take it off. Just take the ends and pull them back behind you. Tuck them into your waistband. Ah, yes. That's gorgeous. Now come closer." Meeting My Friend @ The Cafe I moved, my heart racing under the lace of my now-exposed bra, until I stood between his legs. He leaned forward in his chair and reached out, lightly skimming his fingertips up my thighs, and my vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily. When they reached the hem of my skirt he slid his fingers just under the edge, moving smoothly upward, further under my skirt. They brushed lightly, softly, in tiny circles, barely skimming the lacy tops of my stockings. Then he ran his hands upward, palms firm against my skin, teasing and caressing me while he pulled my panties down, steadying me while I stepped out of them. "Spread your legs, darling, just a little," he whispered, and as I did I felt cool air reaching under my skirt like another hand reaching up to my pussy. Again I sucked in my breath, my head falling back, and I felt rather than saw him smile. I wanted his hands, and I could already imagine how it was going to feel when he brushed his thumbs across my throbbing clit. Instead, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward, quickly, almost toppling me as he ran his tongue up and down my slit, tasting the wetness there, lightly growling his pleasure. I grabbed his head for balance, helplessly gasping: "Oh Suresh, oh yes Suresh," as his tongue slid back and forth against my bare wet labia. Heat and a shivering kind of trembling spiraled through me. His hands squeezed my ass and pulled me even more firmly against his mouth. Shuddering, I felt his lips and tongue, licking, sucking, his teeth lightly nipping at that delicate skin. I held on tight as the climax began, shadows swirling, tight spiraling pulses of pleasure. "Yes, oh yes, ohhhhh yes," I whimpered. He held me steady as the spasms receded, and again I felt him smiling. "You're so easy for me," he murmured. "I love that about you." I was concentrating on breathing, giggling softly, but shaky, and he was well aware of it. "Come here sweetheart," he told me, pulling me onto his lap, facing him, with one knee on either arm of the chair. My skirt was still gathered at my waist, and he ran his hands over my lacy bra. "Pull the straps down," he said softly, his voice going even deeper in that way it did when he was deeply aroused, and I slid the lace over my shoulders, without pulling the cups down. "Now lift your breasts out of the cups for me. Oh yes. God, you are so beautiful. Now pull the straps back up." I froze, uncertain what he meant. "Do it. Yes, Pooja, pull the straps up like this, just leave your breasts exposed to me, like this. Yes, just like that. Now lean forward, baby, and put your hands under this one and feed it into my mouth." I leaned toward him just enough to feel his lips close around the tight, tingling nipple, and I moaned softly. "Mmmm, yes sweetheart, but more, give me more of it." I leaned closer, pulling his head toward me and pressing my aching breast to his eager, seeking mouth. He licked my breasts, then sucked them, gently at first, then harder, licking again, making them really wet. He leaned back, eyes fastened to my wet, gleaming breasts, shiny with moisture from his mouth, and he teased the stiffened tips with his fingers, pulling them, pinching them, swirling circles through the liquid as it dried. "God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" I moaned, a small, high-pitched sound of pleasure. He laughed softly and pulled me close again, mouth open, voraciously devouring my breasts, hot and greedy. "More," he demanded roughly, pulling me harder toward him. I offered the other breast eagerly to his hot, wet mouth and he took it deep into his mouth, sucking it, pulling the nipple erect, and biting it softly. My legs were spread wide with my pussy fully exposed just over his lap, so close his cock could have slipped right inside me if he hadn't been dressed, and so wet that hot juice had dripped onto the front of his pants right over the big, hard bulge outlined there. I was frantic to touch him, so I opened his shirt and slid my palms over the smooth muscle and crisp hair of his chest. His body was so hot, so hard, and his heart was racing ... just like mine. Somehow, that sent my courage soaring. Reaching between us, I teased and pinched his nipples, and he gave a muffled groan around my tits. I slid my hands down, massaging that hard cock through his pants. He let go of my tits and threw his head back, breathing hard, and then urged me off him as he stood up. "Sit down here, in the chair," he ordered, stripping off his clothes. He paced back and forth as the clothes came off, mentally working through a complex puzzle. His body was illuminated now by the soft light, and his fully erect penis was swaying as he paced. I couldn't take my eyes off it and I gripped the arms of the chair to keep from reaching for it. "Spread your legs for me," he directed. The puzzle had clearly been solved. "Put one leg over each arm of the chair. Oh yes, baby, that's lovely. I want to lick you again, right there," and he knelt before me and pressed his tongue flat and hard right onto my clit. He rotated it in a circle, just once, before leaning back slightly. I had never felt so exposed, sitting there, spread open in what I imagined was the most wanton, lascivious pose imaginable. And I had never felt so turned on. "You're so wet there, Pooja...so hot," he whispered, his mouth mere inches from where I was dripping honey. Then he reached for my hand and moved it down, placing it against my pussy. "Touch it," he said to me. "Right there baby. Touch that hot pussy for me. Feel it. Play with it. My god," he breathed as I moved my fingers, wetting them in the hot liquid seeping out, and then moving them in little circles over my clit. "That's so good." His voice trailed off, as his attention was fully captured by the way my hand was moving. I felt powerful, sensual, aroused, knowing I was pleasing this incredibly sexy lover. Suddenly he covered my hand with his own and pushed my two middle fingers inside me. I gasped at the shock, the fleeting pain, the impossible soaring pleasure as two of his fingers entered me at the same time, moving my own fingers, stretching me to an almost impossible degree as he pushed slowly but steadily deeper, filling me, stroking me in a rhythm I could never have resisted. That rhythm was building, rising inside me, hot and electric, and I was starting to push against his hand, demanding more, when without warning he pulled the fingers out, all of them. I cried out, frustrated, disappointed, but he leaned forward and kissed me hard, on the mouth, as he pulled my hips forward, sliding them right to the edge of the chair. Then I felt his cock slide inside me. He penetrated me with strong, firm, sure, pressure, and I was so slick and wet he slid in fast. "Ahhh," I sighed, "Suresh, fuck me, yes, fuck me," and he was growling, down low in his throat, his lips on mine. "There, baby. There, take it, take it all. Wrap those long legs around me and cum, cum for me, right now, do it, do it on my cock, god yes, Pooja, cum all over my cock." As he commanded, my pussy clenched, in helplessly, tight spasms, and the orgasm washed over me like a rush of adrenaline, shooting stars and brilliant neon colors swirling behind my eyes. It crashed around me and I heard his voice, crooning satisfaction, "Yes, darling, yes, god yes that's so good," and pure joy flooded through me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close against him. I could feel his heart still pounding, steady and hard, his muscles rigid against me. When sanity returned I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed his neck. "Suresh, oh my god, that was so good, so god-damned fucking GOOD," and he laughed again, low and quiet. "Baby, I love it when you talk nasty to me. But did you think we were finished, then?" and he pulled me back and looked directly into my eyes, smiling darkly, dangerously. "Oh no. No, love, there's more. So much more." His lips teased the corners of my mouth. Gently he bit my lower lip, sharp little nips, then laved those places with his tongue. My over-stimulated senses were calming, soothed by his touch and the feel of his mouth against me. His hands stroked me, gently -- then more firmly as I leaned toward him, anticipating where his mouth would land next and moving to meet it. He pulled away, smiling, but I managed to capture his mouth with mine, intimate, hot, wet lips brushing against hot, wet lips. He refused to deepen the kiss, but I wanted his tongue in my mouth, and despite his coyness, I knew exactly what to do to get it. I pulled back, just a little, enticing him; I traced the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue, leaving a wet trail around his mouth. He opened his lips just slightly, and instantly I slipped the tip of my tongue inside, then withdrew it almost as quickly. I felt his breath on my face as he exhaled slowly, steadily, strongly aroused but still in control. I smiled, enjoying my power. His lips parted again, more this time, and obeying the silent invitation I thrust my tongue hard inside, circling just once inside his mouth. When I pulled back he leaned toward me, searching, and I met him fully, hands behind his head, tongue thrusting deep, stroking his tongue and the roof of his mouth. When I slowly pulled my tongue back, his followed...just as I wanted. The tip of his tongue slid between my lips and I sucked it, gently, pulling it in more deeply. "God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" He moaned, deep in the back of his throat, but then shifted somehow so he was over me, looming above me, and I reached up for him. He dominated me, commanded me, controlled me, and I reveled in it. He took my mouth, devouring it, and then suddenly he pulled away and I felt his hands twist in my hair, pulling it back, hard, my head forced backwards as he feverishly dragged his mouth and tongue down my neck, then further down. Suddenly he stood, pulling me to my feet, and led me to the bed. "Here, Pooja, I want you here. Lie down for me. Ahhh, yes, beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful. Spread your legs for me baby, I want to see you. I want to see that hot pussy. Yes, I want to see right there, right there where my cock was just a little while ago." I shivered, hearing the hunger in his voice, feeling his eyes burning my delicate tissues where he gazed so intently; then he rose. "Close your eyes for me sweetheart. Yes, that's perfect," and I heard footsteps moving away and then returning. "Now hold out your hands." As I did I felt the rough brush of cloth, and I giggled as I realized he was tying my wrists with the belt from one of the bathrobes. "Ah, you like that, don't you, my little slut," and I heard the amused pleasure in his voice. "Yes, you do. I know it, Pooja. I know you love it. My hot little slut." He finished tying my hands over my head, leaving room for me to move, but not enough to allow me to escape. "Would you like to know what I'm going to do next?" I was trembling now, almost shivering, uncertain just how far he'd go. His smile was mysterious, controlled, and far from reassuring. "I'm going to fuck you." He whispered the words, deceptively soft, but direct, uncompromising. "I'm going to put my big, hard cock right inside you, right here," and he thrust two fingers inside me, swift, deep and hard, and I was so wet they slid in like a hot knife through butter. I gasped at the intensity of the pleasure, my back arching off the bed. "Yes, and then I'm going to move it in, and out, and in again, just like this," letting his fingers demonstrate that delicious motion. "And I'm going to keep doing it, just like that, till you come again, like the screaming little slut I've seen tonight. And then," and he pulled his fingers out, slowly, leaving juice dripping out of my hot hole and trailing his fingertips down, following that trail, "then I'm going to turn you over and take you, right here." He slid his middle finger inside my tight little ass hole, and I nearly shrieked out loud. "Your ass is mine, baby. It's all mine, and I want it, and I'll fucking take what I want, and I'll make you cum like that. You know it, don't you baby." Just hearing those words, those nasty erotic words, and I wanted it so bad I couldn't speak, but my breathless whimpering moans must have given him the answer he wanted. He moved over me, pushing my legs apart, and ran his palms up my thighs, slowly, staring at my pussy. I knew how hot it was, and how wet, and I could imagine how it looked, stretched open from the fingers he'd pushed inside me. His eyes were aroused, intent, the pupils dilated as he moved the tip of his cock to that opening and just rested it there, lightly, not moving. I tried to push against it, to take it inside, nearly screaming for him to give it to me. After a moment he moved it up, sliding the head up my slit to let it touch my clit. I could feel the pre-cum that had seeped out of him, moistening the head of his cock, as he slid it up that sizzling skin, and when it touched my clit I gasped as my pussy throbbed hard in response. He laughed again, that low sexy laugh, and then pushed his cock right inside me, hard and fast. Oh, he knew I loved it like that. I came again, right then, the orgasm spiraling through me, and he ground his hips hard against me, making it last. "You ARE a slut, aren't you?" he said, whispering against my mouth, and kissed me. "I love that; my slut, my own little red-hot slut. God, Pooja, I want to fuck you all night." I loved how he talked to me with his mouth against me, kissing me, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, pinching them hard, right on the tips, really hard, then gently, then hard again. "Do you want that? You want me to fuck you all night? You want my dick in you, shoving into you, hard, like this," and he demonstrated, "all night long? You're so slick, so tight and hot and wet in there, I want to do it baby, I want to give it to you hard, just like you want it. Now cum for me. Right now. Cum for me, yes, give it to me, cum right on my cock," and my God, I was there again, I felt it again, I came. Again. I gasped for air, struggling to keep some hold on my sanity, and then I felt it...his hands sliding under me, turning me over. I must have made some sound, some whimpering protest, because immediately I felt his lips at my ear, whispering, soothing me. "Yes, baby, you'll love this, you'll fucking love it, my little slut, it'll be so fucking good, my cock is going to fuck your ass baby, just think how it's going to feel, so tight, so sweet and tight and hot," and his cock, stiff, pulsing, huge and wet, pressed against my tight little ass hole as he held himself above me, braced on one forearm. For a moment all I felt was panic. I knew I couldn't cum any more, I knew I couldn't feel any more pleasure, and I didn't want this. Then his tongue slid around the outer edge of my ear, and across the back of my neck, and down. I felt that warm, shimmering fever wash over me, and unbelievably, he was right. I wanted it. I needed it, I thought I would die if I didn't get that big hard dick in my ass, I wanted it so urgently I pressed upward against him, seeking the penetration I suddenly craved. His hands slid to my breasts and squeezed, gently at first, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He felt my hips move against him and I felt his breath in a warm rush at my ear. Suddenly I knew he was sighing with relief. He knew I wanted it, and I knew that he needed that, he needed me to feel that hot urgent ache to have him, right now, right fucking now. "Yes baby, yes, I'm going to give it to you. Here, here it is, oh god, take it," he urged me, breathless, pushing the big velvety head into me, entering very, very slowly. The pressure built, slowly, steadily, and I welcomed it, my pussy gushed hot fluid when I didn't think I had any left, and I wanted to scream but the only sound I made was this high-pitched little moan "uh... Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! ....uhh..mmmm...";. He knew what it meant. He knew I loved it...and he kept whispering, talking to me, hot hoarse words of praise and pleasure. When the head popped past that tight little ring of muscle, I cried out sharply, startled but elated. "Take all of it, baby, take more. Yes, just like that, oh god that's good. Yes, baby, I'll give you just what you want, I'll give you all you want, just tell me," and he pushed harder till it was deeper in. It hurt, a dull throbbing ache, but I wanted it, I wanted it just like that, I wanted it to hurt and I pushed up, harder, pressing against him as hard as I could. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, god yes fuck me hard Suresh, give it to me." He laughed again, knowing he had me now, knowing I needed this as much as he needed to give it to me. "You want that, baby? You want it deep and hard? Here then, just like this, take it. Oh fuck yes, take it all, take my cock in your ass, I love you fucking me like this baby." His voice tightened and I felt him freeze against me, and he held his cock still, inside me, gripping my hips and pulling me tighter onto that thick mass. I fucked him frantically, my pussy throbbing so hard I jerked against him involuntarily. With that movement I could feel spasms shaking me as those brilliant neon lights flashed and exploded behind my eyes. Dimly, barely conscious, I knew he was groaning, harsh tight sounds as if he were strangling. "ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!... he's cumming! I can feel it!" I felt his cock pulsing, strongly, shooting hot cum into me, and filling me with it like a river of molten lava. I felt every gasp, every pulse, every twitch of his cock in my ass, I felt it there, and I felt it in my pussy. I twisted, writhing again as wild, shimmering heat flooded me. I melted against him as he collapsed, turning aside so his weight didn't crush me. "My god," I heard him whispering. "My god, oh my god, Pooja." His voice was so soft I felt it rather than heard it. I was barely even aware of the sounds I was making; breathless, whimpered moans. Every muscle trembled, but I pressed so close to him I half-expected him to protest. Instead his arms tightened, pulling me even closer. We planned to meet again the next day, as my Husband was off to Delhi for a week. The next day, I wrapped up my work and was home very early. I was there at home lying on the sofa, waiting for Suresh.My pulse was pounding when he walked in the door. The house was quiet; the room lit only by the scented candles and the fireplace. Suresh paused in the entryway, taking it all in with one glance, and then his eyes lit on me. He saw it immediately, the bright hot glitter in my eyes; he knew this mood very well, and when he saw it -- when he saw that I just wanted it, now, I had to have it, he responded to that need, and I could see his response in the little smile that brushed his lips. He paused at the door and I held up a glass of wine for him, smiling. He slowly crossed the room to take it, and his eyes held mine, steady and intent. They raked me, those eyes, roaming down over my soft blue silk robe. The top was pulled tight against me, outlining my breasts. The bottom half had fallen open a bit, showing smooth bare leg, all the way up to the top of my thigh. That knee was raised as he got close to me. My nipples tightened when his eyes brushed them, lingering. I felt heat all the way through my body as he concentrated on my thighs. He slowly sipped the wine, standing over me, looking down. I saw him, suddenly, as a powerful, dangerous wizard, casting a spell. My pulse quickened. I wanted to challenge the wizard, to confront him, to show him I wasn't afraid. Perhaps a part of me wanted to conquer him. But no matter how what my conscious brain knew or believed about men and women and relationships, another part of me recognized that pure masculine power and wanted to surrender to it. For that moment, that part of me wanted, and needed, to be dominated, to be overwhelmed, and to be completely mastered by that power. The intensity, the eroticism of that almost magnetic force surrounding him, flowed shimmeringly through me, and every nerve, every cell in my body leapt in response. Meeting My Friend @ The Cafe Between my legs I was soaking wet, and I moved one leg just slightly, exposing me to Suresh's blazing green gaze. I loved seeing his cock throb as his eyes lingered over the silky glistening folds between my legs. His eyes slowly returned to mine. He knew how much I wanted him, and the smile playing at the corners of his mouth told me he was going to give me everything I wanted. He set the glass down and knelt on the floor beside me, running his fingers from my ankles all the way up my legs, his eyes never straying from my wet pussy lips. He bent his head close to me, but only allowed his fingertips against my skin; "ohhhHHHHHHYESSSSSssssssssss!!!!!!!!!...... Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! " I moaned softly as that feathery touch slid up, higher. "Mmmmm," he murmured softly. "You feel so good, baby. And that pussy is so pretty." I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell him how hot my skin felt when his fingers touched me, but I couldn't speak. The back of one of his hands lightly brushed the soft curls covering my wet sticky little opening, and my hips jerked in response. He laughed at that, softly, loving that I could not control my reaction. He feathered little kisses over my pubic mound and then blew on it, and the moisture gathered there cooled so my muscles contracted involuntarily. "Touch it for me, baby," he told me softly, his voice low. "Show me how you like to play with it. Show me." I moved my fingers slowly over the curls, watching his eyes burn emerald green, and then slid the tip of my middle finger up and down the slick wet slit. I traced paths through the soft skin, around this fold, over this one, circling that one, getting my finger got soaking wet. His pupils dilated, following my finger. I traced delicately around the edges of that hot little hole and then quickly dipped inside. Thick hot liquid covered my finger, and my pleasure spiked dramatically as I saw his lips part. I pushed my finger further in, deeper, and wiggled it, knowing he could see it, knowing he loved that. I pulled the finger out, slowly, and held it up in the air, watching as it glistened in the firelight. I held it up to Suresh, touching his lips, sliding it between them when he opened his mouth just slightly. His lips closed and I felt gentle suction, his tongue swirling over the slender length between his lips, and I hooked that finger in his mouth, pulling it back toward me, bringing his lips closer. When he was close enough I pulled that finger away and into my mouth, and his lips instantly, forcefully covered mine. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, swirling around mine as we both licked, and sucked, my finger. I could taste the sweet, sharp tang of those juices, and I could smell the heavy musky scent beneath that flavor, and my pulse began to hammer a slow, familiar, intoxicating rhythm. His tongue slowly circled inside my mouth. He grasped my wrist and pulled my hand away, firmly, as he pressed his lips more fully against mine. As he urged my mouth further open, deepening the kiss, I felt him pulling my hand back down to my now-throbbing center. He placed it gently over the soft pubic hair and then moved to cover my fingers, pressing them firmly over the tender outer lips. He moved them up, and then down, pressing harder, and I drew a sharp breath, not knowing what he would do next, anticipation suspended in the air. I felt his fingers suddenly move, pushing hard, forcing two of my fingers deep inside as his own middle finger covered them, and I arched my back and nearly leaped off the sofa. I look up at Suresh, at his eyes, reflecting the dim light. The invasion had been so swift, so unexpected, that my brain didn't know immediately how to interpret the signals my body was sending. I was filled, and stretched, and my body soared, everything in me opening, expanding, wanting more, eager for more. I was stroked, deep and smooth and hard, and I moved my hips forward, gently, to meet the fingers he was pushing inside me; the fingers, his and mine, that he was fucking me with. My eyes opened, meeting his, focused on me, knowing me, reading my response in every fleeting expression on my face. Waves of pleasure lapped inside me. He felt them, and smiled. "Feel that, baby," he murmured. "Feel those fingers inside you. Is it good, baby? You like that? You like how I'm making you fuck yourself, right there? You like feeling my fingers there with yours? Like this?" He pushed harder, fingers curving and straightening, taking mine with him. "Yes," I whispered, breathless. "You want more?" he teased, his lips hovering over mine, brushing mine lightly. "More, sweetheart," I breathed against his mouth. "Give me more." His mouth covered mine, hot and sweet, and he kissed me hard as he pushed deep inside me, stroking. When he curled his fingers toward the front wall of my pussy I felt it, right in that spot, his touch so sweet I shuddered, gasping, crying out as the climax broke over me, inside me, rushing through me like a tsunami. As it faded he smiled against my mouth and I slowly opened my eyes. "Darling," he whispered, his mouth warm against mine, "I love coming home to you." I smiled tremulously back. The only response I could make at that moment was to put my hand behind his head and pull his mouth down and kiss him, with passion and hot urgent need, and I did, silently showing him all the feelings he aroused in me, desperate to open them to him. My fingers brushed the hard angles of his face as my tongue circled inside his mouth. So sweet he tasted; as his tongue played with mine and stroked it. It felt as if my body was dissolving into his, and I welcomed it, I wanted it. I felt his arms slipping around me as he sat on the floor and pulled me off the sofa, holding me tightly to his chest. I twisted against him so I was kneeling, facing him, my arms around his neck, my mouth still open to his. I felt him shift to hold me secure; I raised one knee and moved it, slowly, up his side. His body tensed in response and one hand slid down my back, pressing me closer all the way down, seeming to savor the contact with my silk robe. Then I felt his hand just under the silk, cupping my bare bottom and pulling it close to him and I laughed softly, my lips still against his. "So hot, baby," I breathed into his mouth. "So fucking hot." "Yes, Pooja," he murmured. "You are. So fucking HOT," and he pulled my knee toward him, wrapping my leg around his waist. "Leave it there, right there," he told me, and I giggled when he switched hands, holding me close with one arm around my waist, leaning backward and pulling at my other thigh till I let him wrap that one around as well, finally sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. "Oh, yes. Just like I want you," he growled, and then suddenly he was leaning forward and I was flat on my back on the soft rug with my legs around him and that stiff cock pressing so tight against my wet pussy that I couldn't breathe. Suddenly I wasn't in the mood to laugh any more; I felt the thick smooth ridge pressing against me and I wanted it, I wanted it inside me. "Fuck me," I whispered urgently. "What, baby?" he teased. "I couldn't hear you. Say it again." I gritted my teeth; I hate this game. I couldn't take it right now. I wanted him too much, I had been days, dreaming of this, waiting to get home to him, and I needed his cock inside me. "Now, Suresh," I hissed with teeth-clenched frustration. "I want it now, I want you now, don't tease me, oh god don't tease me. Fuck me. Fuck me," and my long, smooth legs were around him tight. I raised my hips to thrust against that hard cock, my pussy soaking his pants, and I knew that combination would get to him. "Yes, darling," he whispered against my mouth. "Yes, that's it. Let that little pussy tell me you want me. And tell me with your mouth, baby. Tell me just what you want. I'll give it to you, I promise. But tell me." I looked into his eyes, glittering bright and hot, and it was easy to say it, to tell him what he wanted to hear. "Oh, I want your cock, Suresh," and I reached down to rub my hand up and down its throbbing length. "This cock?" he smiled. "You want it? What do you want with it, honey?" "I want you to fuck me with it, baby," I answered low, my nerves humming, raw. "I want you to put this stiff prick inside me, inside my wet juicy little cunt, and fuck me, I want you to pump it right into me while I squeeze it tight and close my pussy right over it, while hot creamy juice pours all over it and soaks it till it drips." I whispered more, urgent things, the nastiest things I could think to say, and I pulled his zipper down, swiftly, urgently. He helped me push my hand inside his shorts, intending to pull them down. Instead I felt him throb, hard, his penis practically leaping forward when my hand brushed it, and for a moment I was just gone, paralyzed with need, gasping at how incredible he felt against my hand. His cock hard, so unbelievably hard, and so hot it startled me, the velvet texture making my mouth water, and then I felt just a few drops of precum gathered at the tip, leaving a little trail across the back of my hand. "Oh Suresh," I breathed. "Oh god that is so good, I love how this feels." And as much as I wanted to touch him, as much as I wanted to feel his naked cock in my hands, the urge to taste it was so powerful I couldn't resist. I raised my hand to my lips, and the tip of my tongue darted out almost before I even realized it, tracing the wet streak on the back of my hand. I leaned toward him. He knew what I wanted, so he put his tongue there too, and I felt it warm on my hand, touching my tongue; I tasted that fluid, hot and sharply tangy, and moaned at the shivery delight he made me feel. When Suresh heard me moan, he raised his head and I saw the need, the raw passion in his gleaming eyes, and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me forward onto his cock in one smooth, swift, sweet motion. I felt it sink deep into me like a wave crashing into a rock, and I heard him groan as my warm wet pussy enveloped him. The muscles surrounding his cock tightened till I couldn't breathe at all. "Suresh," I whispered, the words coming out so ragged and faint he wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been breathing it right against his mouth. "Oh, Suresh." "Yes Pooja. Oh yes love," he answered. I knew tears were starting to spill onto my cheeks; it was just too powerful, too raw, and he sensed that. He smiled at me, and his lips caught the tears before they slipped too far down my face. He licked them softly away and pulled me down, closer to him, against his chest, and his cock leapt inside me. I giggled then as I unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my palms flat against his chest and slid them up, over his shoulders, down his back as I leaned close, then back to his shoulders and down his arms till they met behind me. I arched my back toward him, my head dropping back and I felt him slip deeper inside me. "Yes, baby," he whispered, his voice now dark and rough. "Take it, take more of me. Take all my cock inside you." His hips surged forward as he spoke, and I rocked forward, taking it, my muscles contracting over the stiffness of the shaft penetrating me. His cock went so deep, filling me, all the way down to my core, as if touching my heart. I gripped his shoulders and pushed down harder, deepening the penetration. He bent his head and looked down, at that spot where his cock disappeared into me. "God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" he responded. Knowing he was watching, watching his own cock fucking me, was so damned hot it made me whimper, pleasure sizzling up my spine. When he heard me whimper he reached down, spreading my pussy lips further open, exposing the tight, hard little clit and then brushing his fingers across it. Everything in me throbbed, powerfully, spasms swirling over me in warm, drenching waves. My fingers dug sharply into his shoulders and I pushed, grinding my pussy down onto his cock, brilliant flashing lights erupting behind my eyes. I felt him laugh, pure pleasure in that sound, pure joy as I exploded, telling me how good it was, how hot I was, how much he loved it when I came on his hot, hard cock. I felt his arms around me, tightening as I started to come down, dizzy and a little disoriented. His smile reassured me. I leaned forward to kiss him again. His lips parted, soft against me, but I knew he wasn't finished with me; his hands were moving behind me, pressing firmly, smoothing the silk robe against my hot, damp skin. His hands felt strong and sure; powerful wizard's hands, casting their spell, drawing ancient mystical patterns on the naked flesh of my back, binding me to him. I could only lean back against those hands, feeling them stroking me, the pressure increasing till he shifted, gripping my arms just above my elbows, pulling me sharply closer, thrusting his hips up again to remind me in the most direct way possible that he was still hard, still wanted me, he was going to fuck me, and that stiff length inside me pulled my attention right back to the dripping wet place between my legs. "Feel that baby," he told me, his voice low against my mouth. "Feel how good it is, feel how your pussy grips me so tight. This is how it's supposed to be, darling. This is what it's all about, my hard cock deep inside you, your tight little pussy wrapped around me; how good I make you feel and oh god, how incredibly good you make me feel, fucking me, coming for me, showing me how much you want me. God, Pooja, I love how you fuck me." I shivered, delight shimmering through me. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh yes, love. It's so good to feel you inside me like this, so deep, I love having you filling me. I love it so much." I rocked my hips gently against him, in a circle, just feeling the contact between our bodies, feeling the timeless, elemental rhythm, as he pushed his hips up to meet me. Suddenly he sat up, pulling me close. I looked into his eyes and saw a dark, demonic little smile. "I want my glass of wine," he said softly, so I reached to pick up the glass and hand it to him. He sipped the dark liquid, and I watched, waiting for him to pull his mouth away from the glass, intent on fastening my lips onto his and putting my tongue inside him, tasting the wine from his mouth. I felt him moan, and his other hand threaded gently through my hair and along my scalp, pulling me closer. His tongue joined mine, dancing with it, dueling with it, and I relaxed, letting him decide where the duel would take us. I felt the texture of his tongue as it slid across the roof of my mouth, each tiny little taste bud reacting. He explored my mouth so thoroughly, as if we'd never kissed before, and I lost myself, drowning in those sensations, aware of nothing at all except the crackling fireplace, the feeling of his hands in my hair, and the taste of his mouth warm and sweet on mine. Without warning, he moved so I was lying on my back and he was above me, hands swiftly untying the belt of my robe and pulling it open, exposing my bare skin. His eyes were hot and intent and he reached again for the glass of wine. I shifted, sensing what he was going to do, but he held me firmly, and surprised me by holding the glass to my lips. I saw the absorbed concentration on his face. He tilted the glass toward me. I opened my mouth against the rim and let the wine enter, trickling over my lips, my tongue, and down my throat. As he pulled the glass away I savored it, my tongue tracing my lips, tasting; his eyes followed me before leaning forward to replace my tongue with his, and licked me. I shivered with utter delight at how good it felt, and then I saw him move the glass down, just below my chin, and hold it there, poised over me, watching me. My throat closed entirely. I couldn't breathe, and then I felt it; he tipped the glass, and the wine trickled slowly onto my throat. It dripped and drizzled over me, and I felt it pooling into the hair at the back of my neck. Suresh lowered his head and licked me, slowly, deliciously, and his lips closed over my skin and I felt him sucking me gently. Then he licked me again, moving to the other side, stopping to circle the hollow spot at the base of my throat while I moaned Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah!, sliding my fingers into his hair and pulling him down harder against me. He repeated the gesture, moving slowly down my body. He poured a thin stream onto my hardened nipples and licked me till the stiffened tips were red and sensitized. "ohhhHHHHHHYESSSSSssssssssss!!!!!!!!!......" I moaned, helplessly responding to the delicious sensations shooting from my nipples directly to my pussy. I writhed in his arms, finally gasping out loud, putting my hand between my thighs and pumping that dripping opening while I babbled, mindlessly, "Bite me, bite me there, hard, oh please, Suresh, do it while I finger my greedy pussy for you," and he did it, just as I asked, hard enough to leave faint marks on my delicate skin, and then he watched while I came in hot gulping waves. And then he fucked me, his cock sliding deep into my pussy like it was made to be there, and I was so slick and wet the friction felt like heaven. He sat up, on his knees in front of me, holding me on his lap while he fucked me, and I was just about to cum again when he stopped. I squirmed, and then he poured some of the wine onto his cock and I felt it trickling down over my pussy lips, and below. He knew it; he could feel it sliding over his balls when he was deep inside me. "Wait, Suresh. Wait, I want, oh god, I want," but suddenly my mind was blank, I couldn't speak, I couldn't finish my thought before he stopped, leaning over me. "What, darling? Tell me what you want. Tell me. I'll give it to you, just tell me." His eyes lit into flames, but he waited, the intensity held hard in check, but still building. I could feel the tension as he pressed against me, his voice low and urgent, telling me again, this time ordering me, commanding me, to tell him what I wanted. I looked directly into his smoldering eyes and told him. I said I wanted him to take that big hard cock he was fucking me with, and do it to me from behind. He waited barely an instant before he pulled out of me, just long enough to flip me over and pull me onto my knees in front of him. My hips were up high and he leaned forward and slid his tongue all the way down that deep groove between my ass cheeks, and I nearly came apart. Distantly I heard him laugh, deep and wicked, as I writhed against him. "I do love the taste of that wine," he murmured, and I gasped, shivering fire sizzling through me. His tongue then moved back up that same groove, stopping at the tight puckered little opening, circling it with his tongue, and I pushed back harder against his hot wet mouth and moaned "ohhhHHHHHH........ahahah.... Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! YESSSSSssssssssss!!!!!!!!!......" "Oh god yes that's good, that's good, but I want more, I can't wait. Fuck me now, Suresh, right now, oh fuck yes give it to me." "Oh yes," he responded with another growl and moved up closer, and I felt the tip of his big cock pressing firmly against the slick, wet opening. I moaned, "Yes, god yes, Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! fuck me, do it Suresh," my voice urgent. I felt it going in, but he didn't force it; not hard, but firmly. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew it would be now, right now, and I was so hot for it I was squirming, trying to get more of him inside me. "You want it, honey?" he whispered as it sank deep into me. "Tell me; tell me you want me. Tell me, Pooja; I need to hear it, I need that." I heard his voice deepen and I knew he wasn't teasing me now; this was real, he wanted it now, and every nerve, every molecule in me leapt in response. His hands at my hips pulled me tight against him, his cock stroking in, and out, deep and slow and smooth.