2 comments/ 59291 views/ 1 favorites Unexpected Encounter Ch. 02 By: jackstraw2 *** Thanks to everyone who wrote feedback. Your encouragement is appreciated. This is a continuation of Unexpected Encounter. * After a few minutes of rest, lying on top of Cheryl, my dick only semi-erect now, I slowly withdrew and rolled onto my back. Neither of us said anything and after a minute she rolled onto her side and then threw her leg over mine and lay her face against my shoulder. I put one arm around her shoulder and slowly bent my leg a little so it was flush against her pussy. We lay like that for several minutes, Cheryl gently tracing her fingers up and down my chest, while her warm, moist labia slowly soaked my upper thigh. I was half dozing, resting, and recovering from our first fuck. I tend to get pretty sleepy after my first orgasm. I think that's because I'm a heavy cummer. Someone once told me that the more you cum, the longer and more intense the orgasm is and the more endorphins are released in your brain. All of this makes you sleepier. Anyway, every time I breathed in my chest expanded and Cheryl's breast once again became firmly pressed into my chest. I moved my free hand from my side to her breast, which lay like a sleeping cat on my chest. I softly stroked the side of it for several minutes, and was rewarded with a number of deep sighs from my lover. Her hand continued to trace lines from my shoulder to my navel and our arms rubbed against each other as we went back and forth. Cherly lifted her head up and looked at me. We made eye contact for the first time since we had started kissing out in the living room. Her expression was one mixed with sadness, contentedness, and gratitude. I could still see the dried tears on her cheeks. A small, closed-mouth smile told me she was more than fine with what had happened. I smiled a little back at her and made sure she saw my eyes move down to my hand which continued to stroke the side of her massive breast. Very sweetly, she inched up toward me a little so I didn't have to reach as far for her mammary. She began kissing me, my lips, my cheeks, all around my face, very gentle and slow. It was a little weird because in a way, at times it felt like she was kissing me the way a mother kisses her son. I wanted to keep it romantic so I gently pulled her hair to bring her mouth down to mine and put my tongue in it. My cock was coming back to life and as it expanded it shifted position and started sliding up her thigh. She immediately moved her hand down to it and began to caress it. She spent more time on my balls this time which felt great. Usually I'm not a huge fan of that because chics tend to be too rough. But her experienced hand was applying just the right amount of pressure. She started grinding her pussy against my hip and her kisses became more passionate. She moved more directly on top of me and this gave me more freedom to explore her back and ass. She had good skin for a woman her age, pretty firm. She didn't bake in the sun like a lot of people who live in FL. By the time they were 30 some of these people looked 50. But Cheryl could have passed for 40. she had light tan lines though, not in the outline of a thong, but a regular bikini. Tan lines are a turn-on for me. Cheryl had a pool at her house as did I and many others. I ran my hands up and down her back and over her ass. She had a nice round squeezable ass and I paid a generous amount of attention to it. I slid my fingers from her lower back all the way down her ass crack to her anus and back up to the back of her neck. This drove her crazy and every time my fingers reached her anus she gasped and her whole body tensed. I knew what I wanted but I wasn't quite ready. I wanted her to mount me (my favorite position) but I needed some lubrication first. She'd been working her hand over my shaft for 10 minutes and it was beginning to chafe. A lesson for the women in the audience: don't do this for too long without some lube. The silence was also killing me. I think I've mentioned that I like some erotic talk during sex. I didn't think there was any risk of offending her at this point. I pulled her face away from mine and asked in a very gentle but emotionless voice, "You want me inside you again, don't you?" "Yes" she gasped. "Will you to do something for me first?" I whispered. "Yes," she gasped again. "All of your stroking my cock really dried my shaft. Will you take me in your mouth for a minute first and moisten me up?" "Oh, God, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I hope it wasn't uncomfortable?" she said apologetically. "Not at all," I reassured her. She needed no further encouragement and slid down the bed. She immediately went to work gently lubricating my package. She used her tongue around the head, and shaft, repeatedly lifting off and closing her mouth to get more saliva. She took each testical into her mouth gently and sucked them one at a time slowly and lovingly. I love getting head, but I never cum unless it's during foreplay and I havn't had an orgasm yet. I just wanted to feel her mouth on me and see if she was any good. A lot of women think that all they need to do is put a guy's dick in their mouth and they're giving great head. As us guys know, nothing could be further from the truth. It's an art form, and takes skill. As she did this I played with her hair and repeatedly brushed it away from her face so I could admire the site of her lips and tongue working over my member. 3 or 4 minutes into it, she had me pretty wet, and pretty hard. She had a great technique of placing the head of my dick against her lips as if in a closed mouth kiss, and then moving her lips forward so the head parted her lips and the shaft moved into her mouth. Then she would pull back, keeping her lips flush against the shaft and head until it completely slipped from her mouth. Then she would repeat it over and over. It felt incredible and, guys and girls both, if you havn't tried this, put it on your to-do list, lol! I couldn't ever remember a woman doing that before. But I made a mental note to teach future girlfriends that trick. I got up on my elbows and reached down toward her breasts but couldn't really reach them. I made a few more attempts but the way she was positioned just didn't work. One of the hardest things to do is signal a woman who's giving you head to stop. It's a delicate situation. At one and the same time, you're grateful for the pleasure, but sometimes you can't cum, or you just want the pussy instead. "That's perfect honey," I whispered. "Come up here now". She immediately pulled back, but didn't seem offended. I reached behind me and propped the pillows against the headboard and moved back into a half sitting position. She looked at that, smiled and laughed and said, "Oh, I know what you want." "You do?, I said in a teasing way. "And what is that?" She blushed and quietly said, "You want to suck on my breasts while I ride you." I almost came when she said those words! I sat up and kissed her lips, gently fondling both of her wonderful breasts. I kissed around her cheek back to her ear, and with my lips right against her ear whispered, "that's right, that's exactly what I want." I lay back and let her move into position. She straddled my hips, hovering just above my cock. She inserted 3 fingers deep into her pussy, removed them and rubbed the juice over the head of my cock, which lay, still hard, on my stomach. Then, with her thumb and forefinger around the base, she tilted my dick straight up and placed the head against her labia. Just the way she had with her mouth, she slid down on it until the head pushed past her outer lips. She lowered her ass onto my hips fully engulfing my member in her womb. As she did this her massive breasts, nipples hard with excitement moved just inches from my face. I relaxed my hips and let her settle onto me. She honored my appreciation for her breasts by not beginning to thrust immediately. I used my hands to move each of her breasts to my mouth in turn and spent several minutes suckling each nipple, the way she had done with my balls a few minutes earlier. Her gasps of pleasure returned once again and I looked up at her occasionally to find her eyes closed, as usual, and a smile on her face. She looked truly happy. I knew that her troubles were certainly far from her mind now. Her areolas and nipples were fabulous and I swear I could have lay their forever just nursing on those gorgeous mammaries. I wished I had some edible oil, but I wasn't expecting company. I did get to use some with her in future sessions, the joys of which I will share with you all at a later date. Anyway, all of the sucking on her breasts had left my cock aching and throbbing in her pussy. I relaxed my head back on the pillows and moved my hands over her hips and firmly dug my fingers into the bottom of both her ample ass cheeks. I only needed to pull and push her ass once for her to know I was ready. She leaned forward and put her hands on the headboard and began to ride me. This woman was experienced. With her hands on the board, her breasts were laying against my face and her body weight was all right on the underside of my shaft. She began to slide in a perfect rythym, down and back with pressure, then up slightly and forward, releasing some of the pressure. Over and over again she did this. She knew how to ride. There's an art-form to this as well. She didn't bounce up and down, but rather slid her pussy walls up and down my shaft, keeping most of my member firmly immersed in her love canal. From time to time I would turn my head to the right or left, taking one of her large areola in my mouth. This was heaven. I slid my hand to her ass and inserted one finger into it about one inch. This caused her to squeal and she began to ride me harder. As she brought me closer and closer to my climax I dug my fingers more firmly into her ass. She could tell I was close to cumming. As my balls tightened and my the head of my cock swelled, she sat upright and grabbed my hands, moving both of them to her breasts. This angled my dick straight up again, farther away from my stomach. As I said my dick sticks straight up against my stomach so this bent the shaft away from my body, putting more pressure on her clit. She leaned back a little more and threw her head back as if to look at the ceiling. She put one of her hands behind her on my leg and rubbed her clit agressively with the other. She was rolling her hips now, keeping my entire shaft inside her. I couldn't take this anymore, as I looked up at my hands, filled with her overflowing breasts. I pushed them in opposite directions and then back together, so her nipples touched. She seemed to love this and she was making a good bit of noise as she moved closer to her own climax. Her pussy began to spit fluid onto my stomach and I totally lost it. "Oh shit, here it comes baby," I said. And with that I began to pump another generous helping of semen into her. "Oh God," was all she could manage. I wanted to have some fun with this, so I said, "God I'm filling your pussy with so much cum honey. Can you feel it, huh, can you feel my load?" I asked her. "Yes I feel it," she shouted. I squeezed her tits harder and she yelped. Her pussy let out 3 good squirts over my stomach and I could actually see and feel her labia trembling around the base of my cock. Her hips began to slow as we both came down from the body rush we'd just experienced. She lowered her face and opened her eyes to look at me. I don't know what my expression was but she seemed to like it. She had a lopsided smile on her face as my cock softened, more quickly this time than when I'd fucked her a half hour before. "Was that good?" I asked, a sly smile on my face as my fingers gently traced circles around her nipples. She shook her head slowly and said, "I wish I had the words." Unexpected Encounter Ch. 02 Thanks for all the comments and feedback on the initial part of this story, my first attempt at writing anything like this, and apologies for the time it has taken me to get round to finishing and submitting this second part. For those who haven't read the first part, I suggest doing so before reading this one! * My thoughts were in turmoil. I looked across at Stephen, who had dropped off to sleep, exhausted after our encounter. I slipped off the bed, and padded quietly into the bathroom, shutting the door carefully behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw the dried streaks of Stephen's come on my face and breasts. Carefully, I soaked a face cloth in cool water, and cleaned away the sticky residue. I rinsed the cloth again, then, taking a deep breath, sponged my pussy and anus with the cool cloth. My pussy was a little sore, but as I touched my swollen anus I had to stifle a yelp of pain, though the cool cloth did soothe the burning a little. The cloth came away stained with blood -- no surprise, as I'd felt myself tear as Stephen thrust his big cock violently into my anus and deep into my rectum. To my relief, on checking more closely it seemed that I was only bleeding slightly from the tear to my anus, there appeared to be no blood coming from deeper in my anal passage, though my stomach was sore and I felt bruised inside. I looked at my reflection again -- my hair was a mess, eyeliner smudged -- but apart from that, did I look different somehow? I'd learned something about myself that night, about how much I'd loved the violent anal penetration, despite (because of?) the pain. I sighed. I left the bathroom, and returned to the bedroom, my gaze drawn to Stephen's sleeping face. In repose, he looked much younger and also innocent, no trace of the dominant, sexually aggressive young man now. I didn't have the heart to wake him, and suggest he go back to his own room, so I flipped off the remaining light and slipped back into bed beside him, and as I settled, he turned, and cuddled up to me. I lay there awake for quite a while, but eventually my thoughts stopped racing and I slept. A soft brush of a hand on my cheek woke me. My eyes flew open, and I looked up into Stephen's blue gaze, his face lit by the morning sunlight creeping through the gap in the curtains. He looked uncertain, and a little guilty. "Good morning," he said, "are you OK? I'm sorry if I hurt you last night, but I was just so excited that I got a little carried away, and you seemed to be enjoying it." I sighed. "It hurt, but I did enjoy it." I admitted ruefully. He smiled, and the guilty expression disappeared. "Well, it's only 6.30am, so if you feel up to it, I could try and make it up to you this morning?" It must have been my face that looked uncertain then, but he kissed me on the lips, and then proceeded to stroke my small breasts and kiss and lick my nipples. His touch was gentle and totally unlike the rough and urgent handling of the previous night. His hands stroked down over my belly and to the insides of my thighs, spreading them gently, then he moved down the bed, to kneel between my legs. My eyes were drawn from his face to his gorgeous cock, which was hard and huge, his balls looking full and heavy again. Then he bent his head and licked my clit, and I gasped. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, flicking my clit with his tongue and finally sucking my clit into his mouth while I moaned with pleasure -- I could feel myself getting wet again. His tongue moved lower and he slid his hands under my buttocks, lifting my hips slightly. As I tensed in surprise, he gently licked at my still swollen anus, and although I was tender, I found it very pleasurable, even when he probed a little, pushing the tip of his tongue into my anal pucker. He lifted his head and smiled. "Your turn to be in control now," he said, and moved to the left of me, lying on his back and gesturing for me to come on top. I knelt astride his hips and gripped his erect cock in my right hand, then lowered my hips until the head of his cock was against my pussy lips. I gingerly impaled myself on his huge cock, gasping as the head stretched me again. Stephen's hands came up to grip my hips, and for one moment I thought he was going to pull me all the way down on his cock, but thankfully he only steadied me, and let me go at my own pace. Finally, I had all of him inside me, but all I could do for a few moments was whimper at the sensation of being overfull. The sensation imperceptibly changed from being too overpowering, to just right, and I began to move on his cock, feeling the head of his cock stimulating and stretching my pussy walls or bumping against my cervix as I pushed all the way down on him. He began to move with me, and the fucking speeded up, until he was thrusting hard up into me as I was pushing down, taking him as deep as possible in my pussy. Stephen's cock felt so wonderful inside me, and as I gazed down at his face, I could see the pleasure in his eyes as well. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, he cupped them in his hands and then flicked my nipples with his thumbs. As he did that, I came, crying out my ecstasy as my pussy walls contracted around his cock. I had to stop moving then, as the friction of his cock inside me was too much on top of my orgasm, far too much stimulation all at once. I collapsed onto his chest, and he held me close as my orgasm subsided. Once I had calmed down, I became aware that his cock was still fully hard inside my pussy, and the sensation made my excitement build again. He'd been considerate of me, and my pleasure this morning, but now I was ready for something rougher and harder. I took a deep breath, and lifted my upper body until I could look him in the eyes. "I want you to fuck my ass again," I stated, bluntly. His eyes widened. "Are you sure," he asked uncertainly? I wasn't actually sure, but I was going to give it a go! I lifted myself off him, gasping as his cock slid from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty. I got up and walked across the room, and bent over the desk by the window. I looked back at him over my shoulder and beckoned, and as he got up and came towards me, I reached back with both hands and spread the cheeks of my bottom, exposing my anus for his penetration. I saw the lust flare in his eyes, heard him gasp, and then his body pressed against mine. I felt him grip my hip with one hand, and he must have used the other to guide the tip of his cock to my anal pucker, as I felt his huge head throbbing against my anus. Fortunately, his cock was still wet and slippery from my pussy juices, as he simply rammed his cock through my swollen anal ring, filling my rectum in one long thrust. With my hands spreading my cheeks, that penetration was very deep indeed and shockingly painful, and I had to stifle a scream. Stephen sodomised me without mercy, and I whimpered with mixed pleasure and agony as my rectum was roughly and repeatedly filled with his massive cock. My breasts were pressed against the glass top of the desk, and his thrusting was so violent that I had to move my hands from my buttocks and use them to brace myself on the desktop. He slowed his thrusting, and pulled his cock back until he was teasing my anus with the big head of his cock, stretching the burning ring, it felt like he would tear me again with every movement. He withdrew completely, then immediately rammed himself back into my ass as hard and deep as he could. I screamed then, and again each time he repeated the withdrawal and deep ramming, his balls slapping against my pussy and clit with every deep penetration. It hurt so much, but I also felt the pleasure building deep in my belly, and to my amazement I came, violently, with his cock buried deep in my rectum, feeling as though I was being split apart. Stephen kept thrusting violently through my orgasm, but though I really wanted him to come in my ass I couldn't take any more, the pain had become too excruciating, and I began to sob, and beg him to stop. He pulled out and stepped back, and I turned and instinctively dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth. I could taste the metallic tang of the blood from my ass on his cock as I took him deep into my mouth and throat, running my tongue over the base of his shaft. He must have been fairly close to coming from sodomising me, because he gripped my head, thrust his cock as deep into my throat as he could, once, twice, three times, and then came, filling my mouth with his spunk, almost choking me with the flood. He dropped to his knees beside me, and we held each other, but a few moments of closeness was all we had time for. I had a meeting at 8.30am to prepare myself for, so I kissed him one last time, and went to the bathroom for a shower, knowing that when I got out, he would be dressed and gone. I wondered if we'd spend another night together sometime -- maybe, maybe not. But whatever the future, I knew the night had taught me a great deal about my sexual desires and needs. Unexpected Encounter Ch. 02 A few weeks had passed since my little, um, encounter. Nothing much had changed for me. I slept with some girls, playing at domination and all that. Nope, nothing changed— if you didn't count the fact that I kept flashing back to sucking that guy off in a bar bathroom. There was something animal about it, and I couldn't get it out of my head. It was Thursday afternoon. I was at work, finishing some boring stuff when my phone rang. A number, and nothing else. Immediately I thought of him. More precisely, of his cock. My face heated up. I was sure I was red as a beet, and worse, I was starting to sweat. Glancing around, I picked up the phone surreptitiously. "Hello?" I sounded meek. "You remember me?" It was the same strong voice. "We met in a bar a couple weeks ago." I tried to speak but coughed instead. "Y-Yes," I said finally. "I'm going to that place in two hours. I want you to be there. Don't be late." My mouth went dry. Holy shit. He wants to see me. I realized I was nodding at the phone like an idiot. The words popped out of me before I could think. "Yeah, okay. I'll be there." The line went dead. I was frozen with the phone still against my ear as my heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer. Licking my dry lips, I was suddenly aware that my pants were way too tight. I walked as naturally as I could to the bathroom and jacked off quickly. I couldn't wait to see him again. All I could think about was his beautiful cock, of getting it into my mouth. I spent a while trying to concentrate on my work, but I wasn't getting anywhere, so I tidied up my desk, grabbed my computer and left, heading straight for the bar. I was half an hour early, so I waited in my car for a bit before going inside. I walked in and once more had the feeling that everybody was looking at me. Once more I ordered a beer, gulping it down this time and asking for another. I was so nervous that I was shaking like a little girl. The shame was sneaking back, keeping me looking at my shoes. After my second beer, I went to the bathroom. He wasn't there, so I went back to my seat at the bar and got yet another beer. By now, it was about time, but there was no sign of the guy. Somebody else sidled up to me and attempted small talk. "What's up?" he asked me. "Nothing much," I said. "Just having a beer, waiting for a friend." "Yeah? You seem a little tense," he drawled. "Nah," I said with a (hopefully) convincing chuckle. "I'm fine. Just been waiting a while..." I turned my attention to my beer. Out of the corner of my eye the other guy shrugged and walked away. More time passed. He was half an hour late. I was just about to leave when my phone buzzed with a text message. Be there in 5 min. Don't leave. Exactly five minutes later, he walked in, looking all elegant. He chatted up a couple other customers before walking to me. "Let's get a table so we can talk easier," he said. I nodded. He ordered beers for us. We sat across from each other at the table, not saying much until the beers arrived. Then the discussion began. "It was nice last time," he said. "Yes, it was," I mumbled into my beer. "Come on, relax." He grinned. "I'm not gonna rape you or something. We're just two adults talking." Somehow that didn't make me feel any better. "Sorry," I said. "It's just, that was the first time I'd done anything like that before. I didn't see it coming. It really made me question myself." He nodded and made a thoughtful noise, sipping at his beer. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm married..." Oh, yes. That made me feel a lot better. "...and I love my wife. I just like to spice up my routine from time to time." I blinked at him. "So—you're not gay, then?" "Nah. Just like to change things up sometimes. I like the ladies mostly, but every now and then I'll do something with a guy." "You know," he continued, "I've tried tons of stuff, gotten lots of blow-jobs. But last time... Last time was really good. You sure that was your first time? Seemed like you really knew what you were doing." "Instinct, I guess." Lame. But he laughed. "I guess so." We talked for a while longer over a couple more rounds, about sexual things and other stuff. Okay, it was mostly sex. He told me about a threesome he had once with a girl and another guy. I was surprised; no matter the combination, he was always the alpha male. Submission simply wasn't in his playbook. Upon leaving the bar, he took me to his car—shit, a Mercedes, this guy has money—and asked me to go with him to this nice hotel he knew. I agreed, ignoring the nervousness that was creeping up on me. Fifteen minutes and zero words later, we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. "Nice" was an understatement as far as I was concerned. Did I mention this guy has money? And he went to this place a lot, judging by how he was greeted. I stood off to the side awkwardly, trying to be invisible. Did everybody know what we were here for? When we reached the room, I relaxed only slightly. He went into the minibar for a beer. I declined, having plenty of booze in my system already, and he grabbed the remote and started looking for porn. He was totally comfortable, the exact opposite of me. Dropping the remote on the bed, he removed his jacket and tie, tossing them aside. He glanced at me, gesturing toward the bed. I'd been standing by the door since we walked in, a fish out of water, but I shook myself and sat down carefully at the end of the bed beside him. On the TV there was a super-built guy and two busty blonde girls, and it was the usual rough and ready fare. I looked away, at "my" guy, glancing down at his package. He was already hard, his eyes glued to the TV. Of course he undid his belt and took off his pants, scootching up to the top of the bed. But he kept going, removing his underwear too, tossing them to join the rest of his clothes. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt, and took that off. His eyes hardly left the screen. I looked him up and down, paralyzed. My eyes lingered on his erect cock; my mouth began to water. "Hey, man." I jumped, looking at his face. "Go make yourself more comfortable. Then you can take what you're here for." So. He wanted me naked. For some reason I didn't think much of the request. Well, he was naked; I figured it wasn't fair for me not to be the same. I went into the bathroom, too embarrassed to strip in front of him. I took everything off, made sure it was relatively neat, and walked back out. He was stroking himself lazily, reclining on the bed. I watched him for a few moments. He looked at me finally, took his hand off his cock, and went right back to the TV. I took that as my cue to get started. I crawled onto the bed and up to him, leaning down to his cock. His beautiful cock. That was what I was her for. I took my time, kissing it, licking it from base to tip, fondling his balls. Then I put it where it belonged, in my mouth, and was rewarded by a moan from him. The guilt was gone; I was free to enjoy it. And enjoy it I did. It felt wonderful, tasted perfect. Soon I was working him just as I had before, like a hungry little bitch. The fact that I didn't care for the guy didn't matter. All I wanted was his cock. I was so lost in sucking him that I startled when he gripped my hair, stopping me. I took my mouth off of him and looked up. His eyes were dark. "All right, my little whore," he said, his voice husky. "On your knees. I want to pop your cherry." Oh, there's the domination. The voice in my head started jabbering, panicky-like. Right. He's not going to rape me. It's perfectly consensual! Like with everything else, I obeyed him. Even though I was in over my head, some part of me wanted this. I turned around and got on my hands and knees, pushing my ass out like the whore he said I was. I felt one of his hands on my ass, heard him spit, felt his wet finger at my entrance. Then he pushed it in slowly. It didn't feel as bad as I was expecting. His other hand left its spot on my ass to wrap around my cock. I gasped, jerking forward automatically. I hardly noticed when he added a second finger into my ass. The third one was a different story. It started to feel a little weird. I could feel him stretching me, and it kind of felt good. Of course, it helped that he was milking me with his other hand. But then both hands left my body, coming back to rest on my hips. I knew what was coming next, and braced myself. When he started pushing his cock into me, it wasn't so bad. It was when he kept going that it started to hurt. I gritted my teeth and took deep breaths. I didn't think he could get all the way in, but he did. By the time he was all in, I was nearly crying. I felt like I was split in two. He didn't move, waiting. He started rubbing my cock again, sending me an unexpected jolt of pleasure. I began, amazingly, to relax. Then he started to move. It still hurt, but not quite as much, and soon after that the pain was gone. Most of the pleasure came from him stroking my cock, not so much from him in my ass. Perversely, I felt a kind of pride. I was a big boy, a man, taking this huge cock up my ass. He seemed to agree, starting to move harder into me taking his hand off my cock. The pleasure stayed in my cock and finally, slowly, traveled into my ass too. Soon he was going full force into me, even spanking me erratically, and he had me moaning, a bitch at his mercy. When I came it was almost a surprise. I could hardly breathe, gasping out little noises of ecstasy as cum exploded from me, covering the bedsheets. I had never come this hard before; the pleasure was the most intense I'd ever experienced. Shot after shot spurted from my cock, more cum than I thought I could hold. It seemed like it wouldn't stop. He was still driving into me, kept going even after I'd finished coming, and I had a fierce desire to have him come inside me. But instead he pulled out of me and tugged at my hair. Dazed from my orgasm, I still had the sense to wrap my lip around his cock and slide down onto him. His cum gushed into my mouth, almost as much as mine, but somehow I swallowed it all. It was strong, maybe too much, but still I wanted more. I cleaned him completely, wanting to do a good job, to be a good slut. We both took a few minutes to catch our breath. Then I got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower and retrieve my clothes. I looked at my ass in the mirror. Already I was beginning to feel the effects of my ass being so thoroughly abused. I smiled ruefully. Gonna be difficult to sit down tomorrow... I took a long shower and felt a good deal better. Then I dressed and made me way back into the room. He was still sitting on the bed, partially dressed up top. He had changed the channel to some sports news. I got onto the bed, giving his cock a kiss. Then I slid over, putting some distance between us, and stared at the TV. He called a cab for me a little while later. Standing outside by his fancy car, we regarded each other coolly. He did, at least; I tried. "I hope you call again soon," I said, attempting indifference and failing miserably. "Yeah," he said. "Sometime."