0 comments/ 18997 views/ 2 favorites Uptight Woman Turns Sexy By: ainu2 I'm angry. I'm hurt. We've lived together for six months, shared a bed for six months. He tells me I'm an uptight bitch and leaves. And what bothers me the most of all is, he's at least partly right. I am up tight. I'm trying to make my way in a very prestigious law firm with lots of competition and there is no doubt at all that the firm has less regard for women. Even though I had the highest grades in school, edited the journal and was picked ahead of most others to enter the firm. And, I've contributed greatly on the few occasions I've been given a chance. He also told me that there's probably a real woman in me somewhere if I'd just let it out. I think that it's likely that I let my female side be too open to him, made myself too vulnerable. I thought our sex life was terrific. He didn't think so. Too uptight. Never open emotionally. Always need to plan everything. What's so wrong with planning? What I need to do is prove to myself that he's wrong. That I can be emotional. That I can be spontaneous and sexy. That I am a woman, not an uptight bitch. Besides, it's been almost two weeks. Two weeks without sex after months of having sex at least daily, usually several times a day. He was insatiable, which is one thing I always liked about him. I liked the feeling that he wanted me, that I was wanted, was sexy. Truth is, I loved the sex. So it bothers me even more that he could just walk away from it and I'm the one that's missing it. These are the thoughts running through my head as I finish dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. It's also convenient, just a block from my apartment building. The bus boy at the table across the room must be new, I've never seen him before. Maybe I'm too horny because my first thought of him is that he's a male animal. Too old to be a bus boy. Too big to be a bus boy. He needs a hair cut. Dark, wavy hair down over his ears. Tall, over six feet. Big, or at least broad. Big shoulders, big hands. An animal face. Not fine and beautiful but almost coarse, strong looking. I bet he fucks like an animal. What am I thinking? He's a bus boy. Probably an illegal immigrant or something. But I can't help thinking that he'd probably be a very good fuck. An animal fuck, rutting away. He's coming this way with a tray, my empty dishes are on the small table I'm at. He nods at me and starts removing the dishes, cleaning the table. "Do you speak English?" I say to him. Why am I talking to him? Up close that face looks more than masculine, it's a strong face. strong bone structure. He's even more massive up close. I'm more sure than ever that he'd be an animal in bed. He looks at me. Really seems to look, as if he's studying me. "Yes," he says. Just that. "Yes." "Will you come home with me, spend the night with me?" What am I doing, Beth, acting crazy. I can't need sex that bad. He looks at me some more. His eyes are softer than I expected. Looks as if there's a brain in there somewhere. "Yes," he says again. Nothing more, just yes. What do I do now? I have to pay the bill. "Ten minutes," I say. "Outside the front door." He doesn't smile, just picks up the last of the dishes and starts to turn to take them back to the kitchen. But he says one more thing. "Yes." I've had three words from him, all "yes", so at least he does speak at least a little English. Didn't seem to have a strong accent. This isn't like me and yet, maybe it is. In college, I wasn't social. I worked hard. And then, every once in a while, every few months, after a party or something, I'd have a one night stand with whoever I managed to pick up. No long affairs. I was too busy with school. My only long affair ended two weeks ago so I guess I'm back to another one night stand with the animal I just propositioned. Out front, he's waiting. He's big. Not fat at all but tall. I'm not tiny, I'm five feet eight. Fairly trim, perhaps even slim by most standards. But he's big enough to dominate me and I guess that's what I'm hoping for. To just let the animal loose on me. I hope he's not too evil. It wouldn't look good to come in Monday morning with a black eye or maybe worse. Maybe this is stupid. But we're at my building quickly, it's only a three minute walk, then up in the elevator and into my apartment. He's just come along, said nothing. Neither have I. "We might as well get naked," I say to him and start toward the bedroom. He follows me, unbuttoning his shirt as I unbutton my blouse. Naked, he's even bigger than I had thought. Muscular. Extremely strong looking. Not hairy, as I had almost expected. His cock is already erect, jutting out from a black bush. Big and strong, just like the rest of him. Not anything abnormal, I may have even had larger ones. But definitely big and strong looking. Uncircumcised, the foreskin covering part of the head. He looks at me and actually says something. "You're beautiful." "My breasts aren't big enough." "Your breasts are perfect for your size. You have a gorgeous body. Most of the women in this country would love to have a body as good as yours. And perfect coloring. You're beautiful." I'm a red head. At times I've liked that and a lot of other times I've hated it. Pale skin, tendency for a few freckles on my face. I've never shaved my pubic hair, never thought I needed to. I just don't have much and what I do have is relatively fine and soft unlike the frizzy stiff stuff of many women. Blue, or maybe a little toward green, eyes. I step closer to him and reach down and wrap my fingers around his stiff cock. He puts both arms around me and leans to kiss me. He's a very good kisser, particularly for an animal. He uses one hand to pull my pins out of my hair and let it fall loose. I usually have my hair pulled back tightly, it seems fitting for a good attorney. "You're even more beautiful with your hair loose. You should always have it that way. I thought that as soon as I saw you." He kisses me again and holds me against him. The next thing I know, I'm on my back, half way onto the bed and he's leaning over me, fondling my breasts, licking them, sucking on my nipples. One hand of his moves down over my stomach to my pussy and he slides a finger up and down my slit. I open my legs some. That seems to draw his attention and he kisses down over my stomach , kneels on the floor between my legs and gets his fingers and mouth to me. He is unbelievably good at this. I've never had anyone eat me any better, ever. It's obvious that he's enjoying it himself, not just trying to please me. It's as if he's getting some sustenance from my juices. When I cum he doesn't stop. It almost hurts, it's so much. But it's glorious. I can hear the slurps of his tongue working on me quickly as his fingers move inside me. I'm pulling on that long hair of his. And then that good cock of his is in me. Filling me. I guess the fuck you're having is always good but I think maybe this really is the best ever for me. I'm noisy, I love this, I want more. and I tell him so. He tells me how sexy I am. Somehow, we've moved from being half off the bed to being on it and he pounds into me. He is an animal, just as I hoped. A really, really good fucker pounding away at me. I have another orgasm, maybe more. I'm yelling and screaming, my legs are up around him, then on the bed pushing back to help him fuck me even harder. This is exactly what I want because now I'm acting like an animal, too, not thinking, just fucking, letting my emotions run my body. He pulls out and almost hits my hip with a slap, "Roll over" he says and I do. He grabs my hips and lifts and I'm on my knees and he's back into me, filling me again from behind. He seems even bigger in me than he did before. I'm about half way into an orgasm. In fact I've been close to orgasms ever since he started on me. I've never felt quite like this. He tells me what a gorgeous ass I have. As he pounds into me his hands roam over my butt, feeling and squeezing. His fingers play around my anus. He reaches down around and massages my clit as he continues to push into me. He's gathering some of my juices that his fingers carry back to my butt and he wipes them on my anus and starts pushing a finger into me. I've never felt this before. It's uncomfortable. But since he's fucking me strongly all the while, it's also sort of sexy. I've heard of people having anal sex but I've never been interested, however I have to admit that his finger moving in my anus while his cock is moving in my vagina is sexy. He shoves hard into me and I can feel him ejaculating, filling my insides with warm stuff. He pulls out, grabs my hips and turns me over and lays down on top of me and kisses me, his hands massaging my breasts. "You are one terrific fuck, you know that? You're a very sexy lady." He rolls us over so that I'm laying on him. His hands are holding my butt. pressing me to him. I kiss him and he kisses back. "I'm sticky, how about a shower?" I suggest. He remains a huge animal as the hot water pours down on me. His hands are all over me and he keeps telling me what great breasts I have, what a lovely body, how sexy I am. I have to admit I love it and stay well aroused and then he's kneeling on the floor, one of my legs over his shoulder and he's eating me again. Eating me as if he needs me, wants me. I'm back into orgasm all over again. The water is still running over us and my legs are weak, I can hardly support myself. He turns off the water and lifts me up and lays me on the floor of the bathroom, I'm atop him, his face is in my crotch, working on my pussy and his massive erection is right in front of me. I grab it and feel it, run my hands up and down,. I lick it, get my mouth over the head and suck on it. I'm cumming again from his mouth and fingers working on me. He rolls us over, his cock pushing so far into my mouth that I'm gagging, momentarily. He pulls out and lifts my hips again and gets behind me. His fingers reach into my vagina and pulls out clods of lubrication that he pushes into my ass. It's scary because I know what he's going to do. And then he does it. I can feel that massive cock of his pressing against my anus, pushing its way in. I'm still so aroused and so mentally into sex that I have no ability to do anything but accept what's happening. "My God, you're tight," he says. "You're the sexiest female possible." And it's amazing but he's fully into me, filling me in ways that I've never experienced, Hurting me some but also arousing me some. He slaps my butt cheeks, hard, and pulls his cock partly out and then slides it back in. He reaches around to get his fingers to my clit and massages it. I've never been in mid-orgasm for as long as this in my life. I can't even think. It goes on and on and then I can feel it, this time down inside me, he's cumming, putting out a warm load. And then he pulls back and out. He lifts me up, holding me up with his arms as he kisses me. "You have the sexiest body possible," he tells me and carries me into the shower and uses his hands and soap to wash me again. Back out, he dries me off and carries me back into the bedroom and lays me on the bed and lays beside me, holding me against him. "A really sexy woman needs a load of sperm in her vagina, her bowels and her throat." He sits me up and kneels in front of me, his cock in front of my face. His cock is too big for me to deep throat it. I can barely get my mouth open enough to get the head into my mouth. But I use my hands and jerk him off while sucking on the head, taking as much in as I can and then sliding it out again. I pull off and lick up and down on the sides. He has a really magnificent cock. I'm so aroused I need to something and my pussy and rear are both almost sore so using my mouth and hands seems to be the sexiest thing I can do and I sure don't want all this to stop. I guess it works because eventually, after I began to think my jaws were going to freeze open permanently, he starts shooting into my mouth and I swallow. We both collapse on the bed. I'm sure we slept although I don't remember. I was wakened though, by his licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. I could see daylight outside, it must be morning. And then I'm cumming and he just keeps on licking and sucking me, then slides up over me and pushes into me again. I wrap my legs around him. I could do this forever, just fuck him and fuck him, on and on. Which is what I tell him. He finally shoots off into me again. I wrap myself around him as tightly as I can. "Can we just continue this all day long?" I ask. Last night was Friday so this is Saturday and I have today and tomorrow with nothing planned and now that we're here, I'm dreaming of continuing all this for another couple days. "You asked if I would spend the night with you and I have. But I have other things planned today. You're as sexy a woman as possible and I loved every moment with you but I've got to go." And the next thing I know, I'm laying in bed all alone. He's gone. I'm disappointed but at the same time I hug myself, remembering how great everything was. As I think back, it makes me realize that I don't know his name and he doesn't know mine. He knows where I live and I know where he works but that's it. I've had my one night stand and it was everything I needed. I wasn't uptight at all, I was beautiful and sexy and he was every bit the animal I expected. I've even had anal sex for the first time. Back to reality. Back to being the hard working, brainy lawyer, working her way up in a top firm. And my pussy almost aches, wanting more of what I'd experienced with the animal. Mid week, I went back to the restaurant where I'd seen him, for dinner. He wasn't there. I asked the maitre'd about him, trying to describe him. "Oh, you must mean Costas, my nephew. He fills in sometimes when we have an emergency." I had no idea exactly what to do so I just asked him to tell his nephew that I was asking about him, would like to renew our, uh, relationship. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to go back there after the look he gave me, as if he knew what had happened and he was seeing me as a very different person than he was used to. It was embarrassing. Friday evening I was buzzed from the lobby. It was Costas, so I let him in and waited at my open door for him. As soon as he came in, he pulled the pins from my hair and let it fall loose and kissed me. "You're such a beautiful and sexy woman, why do you hide it? You should flaunt it. You'd make every man you walk by want you." The evening was almost a repeat of our first one. I spent hours in what seems like a constant orgasm and he tells me over and over how sexy I am as he makes love to all the parts of my body. I did learn his name and he learned mine. I also learned that he was an architect, at least a beginning one, and he only worked at his uncle's restaurant as needed -- partly to help out his uncle but partly to earn a little money. It's expensive to live in this city, he tells me. And again he needs to leave the next day, he has a work assignment that he needs to complete. But I get him to agree to see me again, here or wherever he prefers. He says that here is probably best, at least for now. I'm left about half believing what he keeps telling me, that I'm truly a beautiful, sexy woman. I realize that may have been part of my problem, that I never felt that was true of me. I was a brain, a hard worker, didn't let others get to me. And now the animal. Costas, was getting to me. A week later he's back, this time agreeing to stay for the entire weekend. Again, I spend Friday evening and night in a continuing orgasm as he tells me how gorgeous I am and uses every inch of my body for sex. Saturday morning I wake next to him and see his luscious erection. I'm licking and sucking on it, sliding my hands up and down on it, as he wakes up. Soon we're in a 69 as he sucks and licks my pussy and the day is starting gloriously, I'm in orgasms again. After we fuck for what seems to last forever, we head, both naked, to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Coffee and some toast go normally but then he wants something hot for breakfast, he tells me. He sits me on the table, gets in a chair between my legs and puts his mouth to my pussy and away we go again. It does enter my mind that he surprises me, eager to eat a pussy he's already filled with his cum a couple times the night before and earlier this morning. But then I loved sucking his magnificent cock this morning with our dried juices still on it. Once he has me gushing out, he lifts me, places me on the floor and mounts atop me and we fuck for another lengthy time, his continuing to say loving things to me and about me. We then take a shower together. Everything arouses him and nothing seems to wear him out, so we're back on the bed again. I'm convinced he likes his tongue in me even more than his cock. I'm not complaining, I love both. He almost lectures me on how I should present myself differently. As a beautiful, sexy woman I should dress to make the most of what I have. He checks to make sure I can afford it but then we dress and he goes with me to a couple stores to help me pick out some new clothes. Since I'm still not convinced I can do this, I end up with two new dresses, some new underwear (including push-up bras) and two pair of high heels. Back in my apartment he has me try everything on and raves about how great I look. Changing back out of the new clothes leaves us both naked and back on the bed. My pussy should be sore from his constant licking and sucking but instead I seem to get more and more turned on as time goes by. It's by far the greatest weekend of my life. Saturday night and Sunday are almost non-stop sex. We're both naked all the time. I'm becoming free enough to tell him what a great, muscular body he has and how magnificent his cock is as he goes on and on about my beauty and sexiness and how delicious my pussy is and how perfect my breasts are and what a great ass I have. Incidentally, that ass gets his cock a couple times, too, which surprises me since I'd thought anal sex was dirty and evil until being with him. The next week I didn't have the nerve to wear my new outfits to the office but I have a court appearance scheduled that will likely last all day, so I try out one of the new outfits. My hair is loose, my dress is fairly conservative but shows off my body, my heels make my legs look more attractive, at least according to Costas. The hearing goes pretty much as planned. I had researched the whole case and prepared our arguments. I expected one of the male lawyers to actually do the presentation, as they had in similar, earlier situations. But as I walked in, my male cohort feigned to be shocked and told me how great I looked and let me do the entire presentation on my own. He told me later, once we won the case and were ready to leave, that he spent the whole day looking at me and feeling like he wanted to fuck me. It shocked me some that he'd have the nerve to say that. "I don't think you're going to be doing that," I tell him, even though I'm sort of flattered. He just grins and replies, "I don't think so, either. My wife would kill me. It's just that you look so great after looking so mousy ever since I first met you. I don't know what's happened but I think you should open up like this all the time. I also think that maybe you've made a conquest. That tall opposition lawyer was giving you the once over all through the trial." I looked. He's actually a good looking guy. "I doubt if he'd ever even recognize me again, if he was looking it was probably in anger because I had better arguments than his side did." "Maybe," my office mate answers, 'but it looked like more than that. Anyway, I'm going to recommend that you argue these cases yourself from now on, you don't need a monitor or watchdog along. If anything, we should send one of the new people along to learn from you. You're good, Beth." Uptight Woman Turns Sexy I left there on top of the world. Perhaps Costas has been right all along, I need to present myself as a sexy female not a serious lawyer drudge. But I still didn't wear my new outfits to the office, although I started to let my hair down and wear heels. It was a good week, though. Higher ups in the firm apparently heard about me. And then on the weekend, Costas came to visit me again. Fantastic weekend. I think I was in orgasm continuously for hours on end. In the course of our sex I tried to find out more about Costas. It turns out that his grandfather came here from Greece. His father and mother had their marriage arranged and Costas is one of a fairly big family. The marriage has been long and fruitful. I also learned that he's barely squeaking by as a low level architect, making draftsman wages. He moves from one rented room to another, skipping out on rent at times to save money. "Costas, I have room. Move in with me. It would be free and I'd get the use of your great cock on a regular basis." "I can't do that, Beth." "Why not?" "I'm engaged. I can fool around with you but I can't actually move in, it wouldn't be acceptable at all." "Engaged? To be married? Then why have sex with me? Why not your fiancé?" "Oh, we can't do that. Her family wouldn't allow it at all. My parents and hers have set this all up. What I do sort of on the side is of no concern but I couldn't show a serious interest in some other female. I'd be in big trouble." "So your marriage is to be arranged, like your parents was?" "Not really but sort of maybe. I've known Melinda almost all my life. My family and hers have been friends forever. She's very pretty and very nice, she'll make a good wife. I think she's happy with me being her eventual husband, too. Our finances will be assured too, her family will see to that." We're both naked, arms around each other through this conversation. After that last sentence he slides down between my legs and starts licking my already well-fucked pussy. I love it. I also know why he couldn't always spend the whole weekend with me. So I reached around and got hold of his cock and he moved some so that we could 69 and I could get that great cock of his in my mouth. It's about three weeks later. I've spent the night with Costas several times, and tonight I'm attending a major party for lawyers. All the top law firms always chip in and put on a great evening of food and drink. I'm in one of those "little black dresses" that every female probably has, this one showing off my cleavage and a lot of leg. I've moved to being a sexy female full time, even at the firm. This tall, good looking guy comes up to me. It's obvious he's aimed himself directly at me. "You're the sexiest, most gorgeous woman in the room," he says, with a slight slur, it's obvious he's been drinking. "And on top of that you're smart, a really good lawyer. I think you'd be the perfect mother of my children. What do you think of that?" I realized that he was the opposition lawyer on that case I argued almost a month ago. Maybe my cohort was right in saying he'd been eyeing me. "I think you've had too much to drink." "Well, I have. I had to build up the nerve to talk to you. But what do you think of what I said?" "I think you've developed a fantasy." He just looks at me a moment. "Probably so. But what's wrong with a fantasy. haven't you ever had any fantasies, had thoughts of what you would like to happen?" "Well, yes, I'm sure everyone does. But I've worked hard all my life. I could imagine myself winning a huge, multi-million dollar case in court or imagine myself on the bench as a judge giving Solomon-like decisions." Then, just to tease him, I added, "I could even imagine myself naked on a beautiful sunlit terrace with one of the world's greatest lovers all over my body giving me orgasms. But I've never imagined myself riding herd on snotty kids with dirty diapers." "Oh my God," he says, "You're even better than I thought. Marry me, please." "Sober up and try that sometime later," I told him and managed to break loose and go to a group of people I knew well. Two days later I get a call at work. "Hi, this is Greg Lewis, I said some stupid things to you at the lawyer's meeting the other night and I need to apologize. Can I take you to dinner some time and atone for my sins?" We talk back and forth a little and I agree. He's actually a very attractive man. I give him my address and a couple nights later, on schedule, he picks me up for our date. He starts off great, telling me how beautiful I am. We go to a nice restaurant and have some idle chit chat as well as a good meal. He then says to me, "When we talked the other evening you mentioned that one of your fantasies was to have a great lover give you orgasm after orgasm, if I remember correctly. Is sex that important to you?" I thought just a moment and then answered him. "To begin with, I said that on purpose, just to tease you. I knew it would throw you a little. But it's not always possible to say that one thing is more important than another if they're all important. I mean, is food more important to life than, say, music? Well, you can't live without food and you can live without music but it wouldn't be the kind of life you prefer. When you asked me, I mentioned a couple successes as a lawyer as my first fantasies. And it is important to me to be successful in life, to be successful as a lawyer. But let's be honest, sex is part of life, too. So, yeah, I would hope to have a great sex life, too. "I'm not a virgin. I haven't had as much experience as some people but I've had really horrible one night stands, back in college, and I've had tremendously good sex, too. I sure wouldn't want to discover myself hooked for life to a guy that was horrible at sex. If I ever started to get serious about a guy, I'd have to have sex with him just to see if I was going to have a great experience with him or not. "Which brings up another question, when do you have sex with someone? Do you wait until you think it might be serious? Or maybe, you need some sex in your life in the meantime and go ahead and have sex right away, even if it's just for the time being while you wait for something better. It's sort of a quandary. I'm twenty seven years old not sixteen. I'm not saving my virginity, my purity anymore. Does having sex too soon turn a guy off or turn him on? And maybe, what difference does it make? What do you think?" "I think we need to have sex," he says. " I still think you'd be the perfect mother for my children and that we should get married. But I'll settle for what I can get. If it's just sex, that's sure better than nothing. But I don't think it would end up as just sex. I think I'd be good enough and you'd be good enough, perhaps I should say great instead of good, that we'd get more serious eventually." I think we'll have sex, so I reply. "Well, I'm not sure I'm anywhere near to wanting to get serious. And I'm definitely aware that being married and being a mother is a future that I've never seriously contemplated. But you're a great looking guy and all this talk has made me sort of horny, so we should probably go back to my place and get naked and see how it all turns out. O.k?" When we get to my apartment, I start toward the bedroom, unzipping my dress. By the time I'm in the bedroom my dress is on the floor in the hall, my shoes are in the hall and my bra is on the floor. I bend over to remove my stockings and then panties and turn and Greg is standing there also completely naked, his clothes strewn behind him. He's much better than I expected. I knew he was tall, sort of thin I thought, but he's very muscular, has a gorgeous, strong chest. But what really gets my attention is between his legs. Jutting out from a mop of black hair is a cock even more gorgeous than Costas is. A little longer, maybe a little fatter. Circumcised so the huge, purple head is staring at me. I can't help myself, I step to him and reach down to grasp it. "You're much more attractive than I thought, Greg," I tell him, "and I've thought you were attractive when I first met you." The thought ran through my mind that only a slut would kneel down and start sucking him, what will he think of me? But I knew I wanted it and he probably already thinks I'm a slut, bringing him here, naked, on our first date. So I knelt down and got my lips to that magnificent thing and kissed it and licked up and down the sides of it. I pushed it up toward his stomach and licked up and down, licking and then sucking on his balls. Then I got my mouth around the head and took a couple inches in and sucked and licked and savored. I slid back and forth tasting him while running my hand back and forth on the rest of it. I could hear him breathing. In porn films the girls always look up at the guy as they suck a cock and I've often wondered why. I sure kept my looks at this huge, sexy, delicious monster. I don't need to look up, I know he's loving this. I slide my mouth off and let it flop a little and lick it some more and then get it back in my mouth. I try and deep throat him and get more than half of it into me before it clogs my throat and almost makes me gag, so I slide back a little and then try again. I enjoy that truly great cock for several minutes but know that I want it in me, so I stand and kiss him. On no time, I'm on the bed and he's down between my legs, his mouth to me. Between licks and sucks on my clit he tells me how sexy I am, how I'm even more beautiful than he expected, and then he's so busy sliding a finger into me and working his lips on my clit that he quits talking and that's fine with me. He can keep this up forever, it feels tremendous. He's as good as Costas, maybe even better if that's possible. I hold his head, pushing him into me, urging him on while I'm almost screaming with joy and emotion. My hips push my pussy to him. Soon my hips are way up in the air, he's holding my legs, my body is resting on my shoulders and neck as he continues to seriously eat me. I can hear his slurps. "Fuck, Beth, you're the sexiest, most delicious thing possible," he spurts out as he takes a second's break from licking and sucking my pussy. Then he's back at it. I have orgasm after orgasm and he keeps eating me. When he finally stops and starts lowering my hips, his face is glistening from all my juices, and then that huge monster starts into me. I can hear myself, getting louder with gasps and moans of pleasure. I've never been filled as much before in my life, it's as if I can feel him through my entire body. It's almost beyond my ability to handle it, it's so glorious, such amazing feelings. He looks down at me and stops sliding in and out, "Are you all right, Beth?" he says looking worried. "I've never been better," I say and give a huge push with my legs to try and flip us over. It doesn't quite work and I don't want to dislodge him. "Can I get on top for a while?" I ask. He leans down onto me, puts his arms around me, holding me tight, and rolls us over. He never comes out, gets shoved in even more if anything, and I'm on top where I can control the speed. He's been too gentlemanly, I start bouncing on him as fast as I can, ramming that big thing into me as far as possible, over and over and over. "You're so beautiful," he says, "you have the sexiest body possible." He uses one hand to try and massage my clit as I bounce on him. I have another orgasm, one more of many, and continue to ride him as hard and fast as I can. I don't know why, I jump off him and move around to get my mouth to him again. He grabs my hips and we 69. I'm taking as much of that cock into my mouth as possible, bobbing up and down as fast as I had bounced on him earlier. He seems as if he's going to last forever. When I can feel his cock pulsing some, I pull away and move around to get myself up over it and sit on it, taking it up into me again. This time, I squirm my bottom around, feeling him move inside me. I lean forward so my breasts hang in his face and he reaches up and holds them and gets his mouth to one nipple. I slide my hips back and forth on his cock until he starts shooting off into me. I ride him until I can feel no more coming out and stop my hips and lay fully on him, getting my mouth to his and we kiss, his cock still in me. "I don't know where we go from here, but you've passed the test. No, not just passed, you've aced it. You're a great lover, Greg." We kiss some more. We later take a shower together, washing each other. I suck on him a little and he eats me a little and then we're back on the bed and he's in me again. I urge him on, "faster, harder" and he lasts and lasts. We move to him coming in from behind and then to my being on top again until he finally cums again. After some more holding each other and kissing, he gets dressed and I put on a robe and he leaves but we both know we'll do this again, often. The next night, Costas is due to visit me so when Greg calls the next day I have to come up with an excuse to put him off for another day. That next night, my time with Costas starts with him eating me, as always, and then on to fucking. It finally results in numerous orgasms for me, one more round of him in my butt,and then more fucking. He then apologizes and acts truly sorry and tells me how great I am and how he'll miss me but he's going to get married and will have to break off our relationship. It would have hurt much more if Greg hadn't already showed up but it still hurts some and we both have a few tears and then one more emotional fuck before he leaves. The next day I'm supposed to be a cold blooded lawyer and I can do that. But for a short while I can't help but remember my first night with Greg followed by my last night with Costas and tonight it's going to be Greg again. I have a tough time getting sex off the front of my mind. I call Greg and tell him to bring an overnight bag so that he can spend the whole weekend with me if he wants. I'll have to stop and buy some easy food on my way home to keep our strength up through the weekend. We may actually leave my apartment but it wouldn't surprise me if we just stayed naked and never went out. The question that runs through my mind is, when he comes in do I meet him naked and start with sex immediately or do I meet him dressed and we go out to dinner first. When Greg arrives at my apartment I'm dressed to go out. I decided I'm a lawyer, a proper person, I should act normal before I become a sexual animal with him. As soon as I saw him I wondered if I'd made the wrong decision. Tall, dark and handsome and I remembered his muscles and specifically his lovely, large, delicious cock. We held each other and kissed. I said, "We better get going before we get too involved." He agreed but let me know he wanted to get involved. I asked him if he had an overnight case with him and he said he did and both of us smiled at that, both of us thinking ahead about the same things. Dinner was fine, we managed to have some normal talk but I knew that I was anxious to get back to my place and naked in bed with him and I'm sure he felt the same. So no extra drinks, no dessert. I don't know what it is about me or perhaps the guys that I date but as soon as we were naked back at my place, he was between my legs just like Costas used to be. He seems to particularly relish eating me, licking and sucking and fingering my pussy. And I happen to love it. Nothing gentle about him, as before I'm resting on my shoulders, my hips held up in the air as his mouth devours me. He drives me absolutely nuts, going on and on even after I've orgasmed and spurted out juices all over his face. It's so good it hurts. And then he's over me, pushing that huge cock of his into me, filling me like no one else ever has. I've started another night of being in perpetual orgasm, I think. Maybe I get into orgasms too easy or too quickly. Or maybe Costas and now Greg get to orgasm too late. I've heard of premature ejaculation but fortunately, these guys don't experience that. They both seem to be able to fuck forever. Well, it's probably fifteen minutes but it seems like forever. I'm not complaining, I love it. I go into orgasm and internally start squeezing or milking their cocks so we switch position and start over and then it all happens again. Anyway that's what Greg and I do. Then we take a shower, which seems to rejuvenate both of us. I suck him and enjoy every minute of it but before he cums we get back on the bed and he eats me again and then we fuck some more. Then we fall asleep. Early the next morning, I wake up and rather sleepily realize I'm not alone. Remembrances of last night make me smile and turn me on. So I get him on his back and get to work on that monster of his. It's too big for me to ever even think of deep throating him but I work on the top four inches or so with my mouth and tongue while I handle the rest of it with my hands. I lick, suck, play around. He wakes up and watches me, smiling. "It would be great to wake up every morning like this," he says. I pop him out of my mouth and lick around, looking up at him and grinning, then get him back in my mouth for awhile. I bob up and down, enjoying the sexiness of it all, then pull off, still holding it with my hands, and look up at him and answer. "That could be arranged." Then I get back to work loving that big, firm, delicious, sexy cock. He begins to sort of pull on my body and maneuver us both around so he can get his mouth down between my legs and start tasting me. "Would it include my being able to do this?" he says, interrupting his licking and sucking on my clit. My well fucked and probably very flavorful pussy from last nights actions that have cooked in me over night. "Definitely," I reply, interrupting my sucking him for a moment. I realize I'm essentially agreeing to have him move in with me, or maybe me with him, but at the moment it seems like a very great thing to do. He's a gorgeous guy and a terrific sex partner, the best I've had, so why not?