0 comments/ 10804 views/ 0 favorites How We Met By: bringosexytinger I was sitting at home one night blogging on a popular site where everyone has a page. I decided to be fun and random with my writings of my days and things I thought about. I had another site where I wrote about things more personal. I wrote mainly to make myself laugh and maybe my friends. I have been told I have a way with words. I been told I just have a way. She was lonely, depressed, and mostly horny. She tried to take her friends advice about getting back out there in to the dating pool. She signed up for 3 personal sites that night, but she came back to her page on that popular site. She thought she would look up anyone close and see if the pickings were slim. She looked over many. Reading their blogs and finding them to be so two dimensional, no life in the writing, and no heart. She fought her self, but after a night many nights alone she wanted to get laid. So she read and looked. She finally found one. She read his blogs, all witty and charming. Making her laugh out loud to the point she wanted to call her friend and tell her to read what this guy writes. Then it hit her. I will send this man a message, she tried to look at his photo, it really didn't show his face or his eye. Those are what she really wanted to see. Those eyes. She sent him a email. It said: So I was wandering aimlessly in the world of "popular website" and browsing around looking at pages that I am sure I really have no right to be looking at (although-if people don't want complete strangers looking at their site they would set it to private-so I figure public profiles are fair game to anyone that is bored (desperate?)enough to be looking into other peoples lives) and came across -that one guy. (aka-you). I saw you worked at Wal-Mart and wondered why I have never seen you before since Wal-Mart seems to be the primary place to shop in this small area. Anyway... since it was midnight and insomnia was keeping me awake I decided to read your blogs out of lack of anything better to do. I must say that it has been a long time since I have laughed so hard then at the randomness of what you write. It made my night just a little bit better (although I am still wide awake so you were no help in the insomnia aspect but you can't win them all). Thats it-just a random email from a random stranger. He was happy to see a complete stranger enjoy what he has written and something compelled him to write back. This is what he said: Thank you very much for your comment. I work in the back unloading the trucks at Wal-Mart. I noticed that you are from a town not too far away. I go there once a week to play cards...aka...geek out. This might explain why you haven't seen me there? Or vise-versa.. Anyway, I am glad I made you laugh. Add me as a friend if you want. I would like it.. You seem pretty nice. That's the way I see it, because you were being very flattering to my ego! Later, Chris. (My name is Chris, nice to meet you!!) They exchanged many emails such as this. From Her: I work in around that area at a home for the handicapped so I frequent the Wal-Mart there often there. So if you one day see me shopping and think-hey I know her from somewhere but can't quite put my finger on it.... Nice to meet you too Chris. From him: Would you like me to say hi? I don't know how awkward that would be... I just might though. Have a good day. Chris. This went on for about week.Till he asked her out. Now he thought we was taking this beautiful woman to a movie. She had other ideas. He wanted a nice night out and for it to end with nothing but a hug or even a kiss. She wanted a nice hard fuck. She wanted to actually see him though. She wanted to at least know that he was fuck worthy, if the chemistry was there. So, she suggested instead to rent movies and get a pizza. She knew that she was taking a risk having him come to her place, but she had a feeling that everything would turn out just the way that she was hoping they would. They finally found a day that the two of them could meet. Both were nervous about what was to come, both for different reasons. She paced the apartment waiting for him to arrive. The time came and went that he was supposed to be there. Finally, twenty minutes after he was supposed to be there, he calls. He is lost. She laughs as she gives him directions as her place is quite easy to find (although he didn't agree). He FINALLY get there and he politely knocks at the door. He waits with flowers he just bought, it was the real reason he was late. She opens the door. Their eyes meet. She smiles. He smiles back nervously. His heart melts as he hands her the flowers and she invites him in. He looks to see how clean her apartment is, and she notices. "I have been cleaning all day." She tells him as she shuts the door and thanks him for the flowers. They sat down and talked for a few minutes, about what the plan was for the evening. She suggests they go and rent a few movies from the video store around the corner. He tells her he will drive. They get into his car and go. He tries to make small talk as they get out of his car and walk into the video store. He opens her car door for her and the door for . She isn't too impressed, but she has never had anyone do that for her before. They walk around and see a few movies. The pick out the one with Will Ferrell and the one with Matt Damon and Leonardo Di Caprio. They watched the Will Ferrell one first when they got back to her apartment. She laughed at him when he hit the curb when they pulled in. He doesn't lie and tells her he is really nervous. She looks at him and thinks its cute. They order pizza and like a gentleman orders and pays for it. They sit and eat as she hands him a paper plate and some paper towels. They watch and they eat. They are both nervous and try to make conversation. As, she puts in the next movie she sits in front of the TV and changes the dvd to the next and asks him, "What are you looking for?" He has always been the one asking that question. It a first for him. He hides his feelings as not to scare her away and tells her sort of anyway, "I am looking for a relationship." She looks up, and breaks it to him, "I am not looking for a relationship, because I just got divorced." Now thinking the answer he always gives is coming back to him now. Not a good sign he thinks. He has never experienced the whole "love at first sight" till this very night and with the woman who isn't looking for a relationship. He laughs nervously and tells her, "I will take what I can get." She looks at him and tells him, "Even if it's just for one night? That just doesn't seem fair to you that you are looking and I am not. Are you going to be able to handle that?" He tells her, "It's fine. Been there done that. It's cool." She approaches the couch and sits as they get more comfortable with each other. 20 minutes into the movie she complains about a neck pain. He tries to massage the area and has to move around to get at it better. She sighs and she feels it working. After some time he looks at her and finally goes in for a kiss. Now she thinks about fucking time. It was full of passion, so much she wasn't sure quite how to kiss back. The lust between them building as they proceeded to make out on her couch. Kissing and talking, that they feel like teenagers all over again. He tells her he is waiting for her parents to come in and send him home. She laughs and tells him, honey this is my place and my parents won't be sending you home tonight. The make out through out the entire movie, but for the end. She gets up and pulls him to her and they being to kiss again, she is now leading him to her bed room. She climbs into the bed and he follows laying down next to her. They pick up where they had last finished. He knew he would end up there from the moment she told him she wanted to stay in for the night. Not really what he wanted, but he isn't going to turn down sex with this beautiful, sexy, and horny woman. They kiss and kiss. The lust is growing, her panties soaked beyond belief. She thinks to herself its either been a really long time or there is something about this guy I have to have. He tries to remove her bra with one hand and she lets him. Still kissing he pulls off her shirt, very self conscience of her body she thinks, this is the last time I am going to see this guy. What the hell. She goes with it and now is topless. He starts to take a nipple in his fingers and plays with it. To her surprise she lets out a moan. Then his lips and tongue soon follow the path his fingers took. She moans louder. He caresses her body, thinking she may not be wet enough. She feels his touch and thinks she can't get any wetter, what are you waiting for? He kisses his way down her body and only serves to turn her on that much more. He starts to pull off her pants one motion. She stops him. He looks at her. She then lifts her ass up and helps him get those pants off. Then she realizes that this man isn't nearly naked as she is. She thinks she is laying here in nothing, but her panties and he is still fully clothed. On that note, she proceeds to pull of his long sleeved shirt only to find there is a t shirt underneath. She pulls him up as she does this only to move on to his pants next. He helps and removes his socks at the same time now he moves back to her. Kissing his way up her legs to get to her pussy. He thinks to himself. It's been awhile since I have done this to anyone, but she smells so good. He touches her and works her panties off in between kisses. He can feel as he runs a finger over her covered pussy. He whispers, "You are so wet." She smiles and tells him, "It's been awhile." They both know that she is really turned on by him. He kisses her again and feels her wet panties as he tries to work them off which she does. Once they are off she breaks the kiss to tell him, "Condoms are in that top drawer right there." He looks over opens the drawer and takes out the pack and pulls one out and sets it the dresser. They look at each other and he says, "I have to do something first." She looks at him weird as he works his way down, kissing every step of the way to her wet and soaking pussy. She knows what he is going to do. On the first date she thinks? Then realizes oh, wait. He feels with his hands and then his tongue. He has to know what she tastes like. He covers her clit region with his entire mouth and sucks it in. She moans. He beings to suck, lick, and bite that sensitive clit of her's. She thinks to herself, this boy got some talent. He alternates between doing that and actually diving his tongue into her wet pussy a few times. She starts to moan louder and he realizes that she is oh so close. He beings to just assault her clit now, sucking it hard. Bitting and licking it. She grabs his head and cums hard. Oh god was heard. Unbelievable she thinks, not many men have made me cum from that. She pulls him up to her face and moves her legs open for him she is so turned on that she can't help herself. She and him kiss with such lust and passion that they think they are just going to rip right out of their skin. He is still wearing his boxers and he is running his cock over her pussy. She reaches down to take hold of his growing member. She strokes it and kiss him. She wants him inside of her. God, she has never wanted anyone inside of her this bad. They kiss and kiss. She pulls it out from the boxers and tries to pull them down. He doesn't let her. She whispers to him, "What are you waiting for." Before he can answer she is running his naked cock over her naked pussy feeling how wet and hot she is for him. The boxers are worked off and she and him finally meet. pussy to cock. She has this man inside of her and he beings to move. Not in the in and out hard fuck, but the hard grind that is hitting all her right spots and she moves against him. He has never seen a woman so wanting and willing before. She starts to moan louder and louder. He is doing all he can to hold off, but this woman is just moving so right. She starts to climb to the top of another orgasm. She hits it and still feels him inside of her moving. She thinks is this guy trying to cum or make me cum again. She looks over at the table where he set the condom. She looks at him and tells him, "You forgot something." He looks at her, "Well you pulled me in, I was reaching for it and you.." She looks at him and smiles, he is still nervous she thinks. She tells him, "It's ok. Just use it now. Have you cum yet?" He grabs it, opens it, rolls it on, and tells her no. Good god she thinks. What is it going to take this man to get his? She lays there as he re-enters her again. After awhile the change positions and she takes a seat on top of his cock. She starts to move and everything seems fine, but he can't stay hard. She feels it and looks at him and ask if everything is ok. He lies and tells her everything is fine. She looks at him and stops. She knows what the problem is. She tells him to remove it as she moves up slightly. Now when she said that he thought it was over. So he pulled off the condom and then once she saw it was gone she slammed down hard on to him. She felt his hardness growing. It was hitting all the right places and making her cum. He too was about to, but he tried for dear life to hold off. She started her hips in a circular motion and some up and down ones. She was hitting another orgasm again. How many can I have in one night she thinks to herself. She cums and he rides it out till he is sure that she is finished. She rides him and whispers, cum, but not inside me. He lets her move and move. He lets go and feels his orgasm building. He tells her to move off him and he move his hand to his cock. He cums all over his chest and stomach. They each take turns in the bathroom and clean up. Then return to the bed and have a smoke. They talk about the whole experience and dress a little for bed. The entwine themselves around each other. This isn't the lust that was there before. This was something else. She began to think what is this man doing to me? The fall asleep like that. For some reason he wakes up around 5. He figures they have only been asleep for a few hours, but his dick is hard as a rock. He wakes her with a kiss and she responds to him. She and him start to feel each other up, again and proceed to place his cock inside her wet pussy and she beings to moan and she cums once that way again, then riding him. She cums first and just when he is about to hit he tells her to stop and stroke his cock for him. She does and cums all over himself again. They clean up, have another smoke, and try to go back to sleep. He wakes with her in the morning to the sound of the alarm clock. He and she get up. She tells him she has to work today. He tells her so does he. They dress and kiss. He heads for the door as she walks him to it. He kisses her for what he thinks is the last time. He tells her bye as he walks out the door. The next morning he finds a email. It said: I am still amazed at your ability to rock my world...even at 5 in the morning. Talk to you soon Beth He sent one back in response: And you mine. I hope to hear from you soon. Chris Now thinking he wasn't ever going to see her again he was talking on that following Friday at the shop he hangs out at. He was talking to his buddy J.R. about this girl he met on Wednesday. He told him man that was a one night thing, she isn't going to call you again. You know you are right he tells him, but I have never had sex that intense before. He sits there and starts to pack his stuff. His phone rings and he picks it up. "Hi Chris, you still in town?" She asks, trying to sound very nonchalant. "Hi Beth and I was just heading home out of the shop." He tells her. "Can you come over?" She asks. "Yup, be over in a few." He tells her. He was late again. How We Met "I've gotta go," he whispers and quickly hangs up the phone. Another evening disrupted by his wife presumably arriving home early from work. I shrug it off. What's a girl to do? They say we can't choose the ones we love, I suppose that's true to some extent. Besides, my master chose me. It would be a great story to tell our kids, if we had them. Anyway, a great story to share with others within our culture. I had never taken the submissive role before, my personality is strong and I rather enjoyed being the one holding the leash. He changed all of that though. In some aspects, it's rather romantic! Our eyes met across a crowded room. Cliche right? I had been invited to a swingers party by a close friend. She knew I was looking for a new slave and assured me there'd be plenty to pick from. I had never attended such an outing, I had always found my partners privately and was unsure of what to expect. I eagerly prepared myself for the evening. After showering, shaving and selecting my most seductive clothing, I made my way to the party. I was greeted by my friend at the door who immediately handed me a drink and led me into her home being sure to introduce me to all of her single guests. There were plenty of men eager to please, but non were quite what I was looking for. So, after a few hours of idle chit chat, I decided it was time to call it quits. I made my way to the bedroom to find my coat when I heard a voice behind me. "You're not looking to leave already?" he whispered from across the dark room. Startled, I spun around to see the most intriguing man. His hair was wild, his eyes bright, his smile crooked. He looked into me deeply and stepped closer. The scent of his leather chaps and lit cigarette filled the room as he closed the bedroom door. "Actually, yes," after a moment I found the words to speak, "I think it's about that time." "Oh no, the party's just begun," he whispered taking another step in my direction his eyes never leaving mine. Only a foot or so away from me, I could smell the whiskey on his breath. "I've been watching you all evening. We haven't been properly introduced." With that, he reached out his hand. Assuming it was a friendly gesture, I stretched my hand out to shake his. However, once our palms met, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. His sudden movement took me by surprise and I initially resisted, but he held tighter and pulled stronger and we were now face to face. "Don't fight it," he said, his eyes never leaving mine, "we're both here for the same reason." Another sudden movement and his lips were on mine. I tried to refuse, but he wrestled my arms behind my waist and held my wrists with one hand. Keeping me pinned against his chest, his other hand grabbed the back of my head and I felt him force his tongue deeper into my mouth. When I tried to pull away, his teeth clamped onto my bottom lip and kept my face to his. He released my head and traced his free hand down my back finally resting on my ass. Then, I felt my leather skirt lift up and away from my skin. With one swift slap, I felt his palm against my right ass cheek. I gasped from the pain and tried to pull away, again he restrained me and I felt another quick slap. My heart was racing, my shoulders ached from having my arms restrained in such a way, I could taste blood as my tongue began to bleed from his teeth tearing into my flesh and my ass burned terribly. The more I fought his advances, the more control he took from me. I began to tire, I stopped resisting, I gave in, he had broken me. "That's right," he whispered to me. "This is really what you want," he said, still staring into my eyes. He released my hands from behind my back and, by the shoulers, he forced me to my knees. His erect cock was exposed and just inches from my face. His hand reached behind my head and held it in place as his hips lunged forward, the head of his penis parted my lips and plunged into my mouth. And he was right. After so many years of being the dominant one, I found myself incredibly turned on by this man. How We Met 1 I think every girl has done it at some point: slapped 'Huge Cock' into Google to see what comes up. Then, depending on how horny they are, either thought 'As if' or 'If only.' My point is we've all seen big cocks. But when there's one in front of you, like right in front of you, everything is so different, so surreal. Just the sheer size of it sticking out from his body glistening with precum in the dim light as your eyes feast upon it. It's an amazing feeling to have a big one at your disposal, to feel someone deep within you, deeper than anything you're used to. This is the story of how I met my partner. It's not a romance; at first it was pure lust. I'm not saying it's okay to want someone just because of his penis, or saying that I was smart or it was right – but this is how I felt then, and how it happened. I first 'met' him in a way that I can never tell my parents about... 2 I was at Emma's house and we we're both very stoned. It's not something I do now but back when I was 18/19 it was what the weekend was about. The 'party' was winding down. Emma told me of a chat site, I'd never heard of it but it seemed like a laugh (well everything does at that stage) so we went on it. I stood next to her as she sat on her computer chair and typed and, like true ladies, we started asking for men's Instant Messenger addresses so they could show us their penises. So we added people, laughed at the small cocks (harsh but sadly true) and looked a bit at the normal ones, but nothing was amazing... none were grand. It was all silliness and giggles, really, but that would all change when we added him to our IM account, the man I would spend over 5 years with, perhaps even my whole life... "He looks cute." I said as his photo loaded. He was the only person who had his face as his photo, instead of their cock or a default football or something random. It was a bit foolish really; this seemed to be his main IM account judging by the address and face photo. "He's alright I guess," replied Emma, obviously not too impressed. We had never really seen eye to eye on men. She always liked them tall and plain looking, while I always liked the ones who looked fun. Emma, obviously not expecting much quickly types and sends 'Show us you cock then' skipping all the usual small talk. "Oh Emma, you're such a charmer" I sigh. The view camera invite flashes onto the screen and Emma quickly clicks it. "I'm guessing tiny" she remarks as his cam begins to load. I was silent, the idea of seeing his penis was exciting, he wasn't hiding behind a fake account and the 'danger' thrilled me. Was he stupid, or just incredibly proud of what he had? His cam loads, his large shining purple head points upwards towards the top left of the cam screen, the full length of his shaft visible behind it. Neither of us say anything, it's big, easily the biggest I've seen. Our silly mood vanishes. "Shit Goey" whispers Emma, after what seems like forever, "He's huge." I nod slowly, my eyes fixed on his large cock-head. Emma clicks enter and I see her message of 'Stroke it' appear on the screen. His hand reaches down and wraps around his cock, much of the length still on show. My mind jumps to the thought that it would probably take three hands to conceal it. Three hands! With my last boyfriend only the tip of his head poked out when I held it. This guy was seriously big. I could feel my body shifting gears, trailing way from logic and steering towards lust. We watched him wank. We asked him to move so we could see it from underneath, from the side, from above – it was a beautiful penis. Finally he cums, the amount is breathtaking and I bite my lip as I watch his orgasm. I was so focused on it that by the time I noticed Emma's hands sneaking up my skirt she already had her fingers wrapped around my knickers elastic. I quickly thank him and sign-off before leaning down to kiss her and as our lips touch she slides my knickers down. Her tongue invades deep into my mouth. She pushes me onto the floor; my skirt lifts at the back as I roll onto all fours, exposing my naked bottom. We we're both anally obsessed. What started as two girls having a bit of experimentation soon became much more than light hearted fun as Emma played more and more with my ass. Emma's fascination giving me anal pleasure grew into a large desire to fist me, a fantasy we had both come to share over time. She looks at the large plastic disc between my cheeks; it's girth forcing them apart. "Jesus Goey they just seem to be getting bigger!" exclaims Emma as she crawls towards my backside. Her kisses circle around my stuffed asshole as her left hand skims my pussy, barely contacting the flesh, simply gliding across my wetness. She removes her left hand and uses it too support her weight as her right grips around the base of the plug. "Go on babe, hold open for me?" Emma asks gently. I reach back and hold my cheeks apart as she begins to pull the large buttplug out of me. Her eyes widen as she watches my asshole cling onto the exiting plug, and as it pops fully out she stares deep into my gaping ass. I can feel her breath run into my spread hole. "God I love your ass Goey" "I know" I smile. She sucks one of her fingers, coating it with spit, before placing it into my stretched hole, twirling it to let me know how wide I am. "I think this time we'll do it" "I hope so" I reply, "Try it, just when I'm about to cum" "Okay" Emma nods. She removes her finger, places both hands on mine as I hold my cheeks apart and deeply kisses my ass. Her tongue circles inside of me, flicking against the walls, probing deep and tasting me. She moans contently as she passionately kisses my rectum, I whimper in excitement, my eyes feeling light and distant as I slip into bliss. As her kiss comes to an end, her tongue widens and she slowly withdraws it from within me. Her hands leave mine and I let go of my cheeks to better support myself, as she coats her hands with lube. Her left gently strokes my pussy, with only the slightest of contact with my clit. Her right hand pushes two fingers into my ass; they easily slide in. "Come on" I tease, "I can handle more than that." Her two fingers withdraw before returning with a third. I close my eyes in ecstasy as she works her fingers in and out of my ass, her thumb curling and uncurling in my pussy, pressing against me. Soon she has all four fingers sliding in and out of my gaping hole, the sound of the lube squishing around my back entrance echoes in my head as her other hand wildly circles my clit, I begin to shake, my vision grows fuzzy and my body tenses, the ultimate sense of release rapidly approaching as I begin to orgasm. "Do it!" I scream and without hesitation she pushes her whole hand into my ass, thumb and all. I feel my sphincter resist but she pushes firmly, my eyes water as my ass finally gives and takes her fist. I yelp as a slight sharp pain runs up my body. As my hole clenches around her wrist my entire body shudders before an explosive orgasm takes me, I scream in bliss as my ass spasms around the hand buried in me, I feel my own wetness splash against my legs as her hand rapidly strokes me, the sensation almost too intense too bear. I scream and scream, consumed by orgasm as I feel her hand inside me. Emma's other hand begins probing into my pussy, I beg her to stop as I moan loudly, but she only doubles her efforts. My body suddenly feels like it's frozen, everything is distance. Then a feeling of utter satisfaction crashes down on me, I drop my head to the floor screaming deeply, manically into it as my vagina gushes all over Emma's hand. She lets out a deep sigh of achievement. My body drained I flop to the floor breathing harshly. I feel my asshole tense and loosen around her wrist, her eyes fixed on the smooth skin tightly circling her arm. She pulls herself out of my ass. It stings as her thumb stretches my hole to its breaking point but as her hand leaves me a sense of emptiness sinks in and my body mourns it's loss. She spreads my cheeks and gently laps the inside of my ass with her tongue. At first it twinges as her warm tongue feels cold against my tenderness but soon it becomes soothing; her tongue swirling around my gaping hole. I drift off into sleep as she moans between my cheeks, tasting my stretched hole and feeling it's burning warmth against her. As I awake, I reach back and touch my asshole. Already it has puckered down, and resists my finger's intrusion. I slip into clothes, gather my scattered belongings up and head for the door. Emma kisses me deeply and cups my buttocks before I leave. I can feel the tenderness of my back entrance as I walk home, but it feels good, almost teasing me with its heat. I can feel my pussy begin to tingle as my ass aches again to be filled. My mind returns to the image of the large cock from the cam. My hunger for a large cock grows as I daydream about taking it, resting it on my face, feeling it grow as I worship it and pleasuring it to the point of no return. Although the idea having a man push a large cock up my ass was one that greatly excited me, their was one fantasy I had longed for more, one that made me smile and my body groan with lust at just the thought of it: to have a man cum on my face. Past boyfriends had refused calling it disrespectful or gross. But I longed for it, needed it. My heart begged for a man to cum on my face, to feel the warmth of his ejaculate on my smile, for him to look into my lust filled eyes as his seed rests on my skin, to wear his orgasm like a trophy of the pleasure I had given him. As my mind fantasised, the need to masturbate, to orgasm became overwhelming. I felt that if I didn't have release, I would simply collapse in frustration. I slipped down an alley, wrestled with the front of my jeans before they came undone, squatted down and rubbed my clit, sliding my fingers quickly into my dripping pussy every now and again. It didn't take long for me to cum and as it approached I sucked a finger on my other hand and slowly pushed it into my ass, I whimpered as it rubbed against my used hole but it felt good all the same. I became powerless to my orgasm, trying to hold back my moans I whimpered as I felt myself ejaculate into my jeans, unable to stop myself. I walk home quickly, trying to hide the damp patch in my jeans and hoping that no one can smell the must of my cum. My ass aches to be filled again, the idea of inserting a plug on my return home flashes before me, but I push it away – as much fun as it was my asshole needs to rest, and I knew it. 3 Once home and settled I added the man with the large penis onto my IM, it was a few days before I saw him online – but it was worth the wait. He was shyer this time, and I had to show my boobs to prove I was female; but once that had been done he was more than happy to pleasure himself for my enjoyment. It became a regular thing, every other day I would watch him wank, talk filth and watch him cum. His cumshots impressed me as much as his cock, the volume was stunning. I didn't tell him about my obsession with anal, I didn't want to freak him out, but I spoke of how much I wanted him, to taste him, for him to fill my mouth. He wasn't a virgin, but he'd never had a blowjob before and I was more than happy to tease him with my words. We flirted something terrible, I spoke of my frustrations of never having a man willing to cum on my face, he was obviously more than happy to help. I asked a simple question, one that changed all of this from online fun and fantasy to something real: 'Where abouts do you live?' His answer froze me in my tracks. It was 20 minutes away. I was so scared that I was tempted to block him - I have no idea why. But I didn't. Soon my panic subsided and a naughty excitement came over me. We flirted more but I didn't say where I lived. Over the next couple of days we talked more and more until finally I decided I wanted to meet him. I sent the message: 'You know, you don't really live to far away from me' and we arranged to meet next week, I asked him to not cum until then, I wanted him to save it for me. 4 "Hey" I nervously greet him as he steps off the bus, I was happy he actually showed up, but had secretly hoping he wouldn't. I was just that nervous. "Hi" he replies, confident on the surface but I can hear underneath he's just as nervous as myself. However after a walk around town and a few pubs we we're the same people in person as we we're online. And after a meal at the third pub the sexual tension was unbearable. As he places his pint glass down on the table, our empty plates pushed away from us he asks me, "What do you want to do after this?" I rub his hard shaft through his jeans, the webcam was obviously not adding any extra inches, it looked and felt huge in his pants. "I have a pretty good idea of what you want to do," I smile. We kiss deeply, his hand slides around my breasts, and before I can say anything he pulls one out of my bra. The pub is empty, but even if it wasn't I wanted him so badly I don't think I would have cared. His head lowers down to my nipple, it's so hard it hurts, and he takes it into his mouth. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. As his mouth leaves my breast, I pant, "Right! My place right now!" and we quickly get up to leave. The bus ride feels like an eternity as my sexual frustration drives me insane. As soon as we step through my door I pull him into my room. We kiss madly; his hands feel my breasts wildly, pinching my nipples and squeezing my flesh firmly as our lips lock. My hand trembles as I rub the bulge in his jeans, my whole body aches to feel his size within me, my mouth longs for his taste, to feel the warmth of his muscle push itself into my face. Yes I wanted him inside my cunt, yes I wanted to feel my asshole stretch around him but more than anything I wanted to feel the strength of his erection in my throat, to empty his cum all over my face, I wanted to feel the warmth of his orgasm spread across my smile. As I kiss him, I pop his jeans button open. His zip slides down easily, aided by the pressure of his erection behind it. I reach in, feeling the heat off his cock against my hand for the first time and grip his girth, I gasp as I feel it tense in my hand. I release his penis and slide myself off the bed so I'm kneeling between his legs. I slide my hands up his thighs, looking up at him as my fingers curl around the top of his jeans and boxers, slowly tugging them down. His cock unfolds into the air, glistening with precum. I smile - it is beautiful. I throw his clothes to one side; my hand glides along his low hanging balls and up the full length of his shaft, just letting the palm of my hand brush against him. I lean back to admire his muscle as I hold his cock in place with a finger and thumb at the base. Looking up at him I smile, and begin kissing the tip of his cock; my body sighing in relief as I finally taste him. I begin pushing my head down, taking his length into me. He moans as he enters me, inch after inch sliding between my lips. My mouth feels so blissfully full of heat and lust, his cock twitching slightly as I consume him. Past boyfriends had never been big enough to bother my gag reflex, but as my face lowers towards the base of his shaft I felt my body jerk slightly. He was at the point, but I was determined to take him into my mouth, fully, to have my lips against the base of his shaft as he fills my throat. I lower my head, and his large end slides into my throat, my gag reflex aches but only for a moment as inch after inch of him slides between my lips. I can feel my body tingle with my desire for him. As my chin lowers onto his balls, his shaft now fully in, his cock lurches with pleasure, bulging in my throat, straining against the walls. My eyes water at his size as he tenses inside me, I try to hold it, to resist but I can't – I wasn't prepared and I gag, and gag hard. I lurch my head back. His cock coated with thick spit resting against my face as I desperately breath in air, saliva running from my lips to him. "Sorry" I whimper "Don't be" he softly replies, "It was hot." I suck one of his balls into my mouth, running my tongue against it before returning to his cock. I resume sucking his cock, slowly, longingly, enjoying all of his length and girth as much as I can. My spit runs down his shaft as I take him. I make love to his cock with my face, sucking it, tasting it, rubbing it against my cheeks. He hardens even more as his orgasm approaches. I allow myself to swallow his whole cock a few more times. Prepared now, I feel his cock fill me, pushing down into my neck and I love it. He's close to cumming. I wank him furiously. I can tell by his head, deep purple and absolutely huge, that it won't be long. His shaft is as hard as iron in my hand. I continue to stroke as he moans in bliss. I pant deeply as I look at his glistening hole, pointing his immense erection at my face, my body aching for his orgasm, to be drenched in his release. As if in slow motion I feel his cock begin to spasm, rippling against my hand as he moans deeply. I watch as the first of his thick white spurts erupt from his cock. Finally a man was cumming on my face; finally my deepest fantasy would be fulfilled. A huge smile spreads across my face as the cum hits me, landing across my left side from my forehead to just under my cheek. I stroke his cock gently, feeling it shudder as he orgasms, his seed coating me with long white lines. My heart aches in joy as my vision blurs with his semen, spurt after spurt crashing down on me. I can feel the weight of his ejaculate on my face, feeling long ropes of it hanging off my face, pools of it in my eyes, threads of it wetting my lips and long bursts of it warm against my skin. He sighs deeply; his sperm emptied cock twitches once more. A long drip of cum hangs from his glistening cock and I lean forward, catching it with my tongue, following it, letting it pool in my mouth before taking it into me and swallowing. I look up and smile at him as he looks down at me in disbelief, my whole face coated with him, covered with the orgasm I had given him. How We Met Alex looked at the application in front of him. Now where was this lass from? Oh yes, Antima a small tribal village in Indonesia. Why did that sound familiar? Then he remembered. He had been watching porn and saw a clip a researcher had made of tribal women who followed tradition and would suck the cock of any tribal man who put it in front of them. The porn had played like a documentary chronicling many types of footage of women in loin cloths sucking big hard dicks. She couldn't be from this place could she? Her qualifications for the job he was hiring for were skimpy but he couldn't resist the urge to find out if it was true. Alex asked me to join him and Tracy for drinks and I agreed whole heartedly. So here we are making small talk in a hotel bar. It was always hard to make friends. Garth and I are so different than anyone else around here, but we were willing to keep trying to connect with people. That's how we came to arrange date for cocktails with Tracy and Alex. I'd been working at the Trillia Office for some time now. It was a small firm in the industrial area and Alex was the boss. Unfortunately Garth had to work late so I went on ahead and greeted our friends. I was the first to arrive. I sipped my chocolate martini and put my full lips around the cherry as I thought about the day I got hired. It was a cool, crisp day and I was instantly attracted to the man with the sparkly eyes would stood before me ready to give me an interview. I thought he would let out a whistle when his eyes first roamed over my firm and ample curves. I knew I had that effect on men. He took me in, in one glance, and then smiled. The questions asked during the interview were basic and not too difficult. At the end of the interview he asked me if I had any questions. I nodded my head shyly. Then in a bold and dangerous move he asked, with a twinkle in his eye, "Your qualifications look good, but can you suck cock?" His smile said he was kidding but his growing hard on, indicated he was serious. At that comment I slid behind his desk and lowered my shirt revealing my gorgeous tits. I rubbed his manhood through his pants. He undid his pants and pulled out his large throbbing cock. I stuck out my tongue as I had done hundreds of times before and felt him place his cock on it. Then he started pushing inside my little mouth, back and forth. My tongue rubbed against his cock every time he pushed inside me. Then I closed my delicate mouth around him and squeezed him in my mouth inhaling him ridiculously deep. Having sucked so many cocks had taught me a few things about what men liked and how to get them to release their hot wet liquid down my throat. He held my head tight and fucked my mouth like a man possessed. Before long I felt the wetness from his eruption land on my porcelain tits. I got up quietly and washed myself off in his private bathroom off the office. I looked back and observed Alex watching me scrubbing his cum off my tits through the open door with a huge smile on his face. His dripping cock echoed his jubilation. My eyes lit up as I saw Tracy and Alex arrive through the door. We greeted each other warmly. We perched ourselves on the stools and animatedly shared stories from our past. Then the conversation turned to how we had met our respective spouses. Alex and Tracy revealed they had met at a sex club. Their story was graphic and exciting. Soon they started to look at me as if I was a piece of meat to devour and I felt rippling sensations beat inside me. I didn't know how I felt about this development, but my body was telling me I was getting very turned on. I think it was my third martini and the sexual charge in the air that allowed me to share my story with them. I had never told anyone else my unusual upbringing, and how I had met Garth. Garth and I met years ago when I was living in the canyons on a remote island in Indonesia where I was born. It was an entirely different life there than it is now, since we were rescued and given an opportunity to join civilization. What happened there wasn't civilized, but it's a culture my ancestors have nurtured through the ages. The tradition in the tribe was centuries old and gave honor and great rewards to the strongest and smartest man in our tribe. Garth saved me from him. It all began in a place where time literally stands still. We had no means of calculating time, we were just that remote. On the day one of the female tribe members is born, the appointed Time Keeper elder, draws the shape of the stars and the position of the sun with a crude piece of charcoal in an enclosed chamber. Access to this information is only allowed by the elder who was appointed, the Time Keeper. On the eve of the girl's 20th birthday, the person who remembered the positioning of the stars and sun accurately as on the day she was born would be on this day allowed to challenge the Time Keeper. Each of the men was only given three chances each to guess the correct date. They were to anticipate the correct alignment of the stars, and thus her birthday to be able to win the maidens hand in marriage. As I grew older I started to notice the men of the tribe looking at me hungrily. When I turned 18 the Timekeeper called me to sit beside her. "Now my precious beautiful one, you will learn how to please a man, from now until your 20th birthday. Whenever a man presents himself to you, you will use your mouth to satisfy his need and remove his seed from his body. These men will be your teachers so will be able to please your husband when you turn 20. Learn from them my dear, and always say yes." I wondered if she told all of the men because from that day onward, they started coming to up to me and sticking their long cocks in my mouth. They would teach me how to suck them, how to please them, and how to create the fiery eruption that seared my throat. Some days they came back two or three times; other days five or six men found me and would use my pretty mouth to satisfy their desires. Often they would make me strip and bounce my ass up and down as I sucked them. The one thing they were not allowed to do was touch me below my waist. My young tits got slapped and sucked and covered in their hot cum. Sometimes I enjoyed feeling the power of a strong cock erupting in my mouth, knowing I had the power to do that, other times my mouth felt sore and overly stretched by the big pieces of muscle that penetrated it. I had to go to the river several times a day to bathe the men's cum from my body and mouth. That's where I happened along my secret cave. My secret hiding place; my cave of refuge. The place I would go when I wanted to hide from the world. It had been created in the canyon by some big birds. I continued to carve and tear away at the soft rock until it became bigger and bigger. During the two years before I turned 20, I would claim to be picking berries but would go to my cave and appreciate the solitude. My long black hair, exotic oriental look and big eyes had always encouraged the men to look at me too long. I had the body of a gymnast with a strong arch in my back making my tush stick out when I walked or stood. As I grew older I looked at the men questioningly when they blatantly showed their attraction. After I turned 18 they would often corner me under a tree and bring me to my knees swaying their big hard cocks in my mouth. I would suck them and taste their sperm. I sucked the tribal men, both of us knowing they wouldn't be able to penetrate my tight virgin hole unless they beat the odds and won me as their wife. Sometimes I felt their frustration as they ripped into my mouth forcefully or covered my face in dramatic bursts of hot cum. The men honored the tradition but their glances assured me that they wanted more and more. Looking down at my budding body, the endless question kept coming to mind, over and over again. When will it be my 20th birthday? When will I become a man's wife? What man will I take care of? Who will I bathe and sexually satisfy his every whim? Who will I find food and cook it for? I was lost in my thoughts when I looked up. I made a face and rolled my eyes. It was Ramos. The strongest and meanest of the tribe members. He had made me suck his cock and he'd touched my body many times. Ramos was often rough and would hold my mouth still as he pulsed his release into the back of my throat while squeezing my tits hard. As chief no family member questioned him when he stole me away in the middle of the night to satisfy his sexual urges. "I'm going to fuck you on your 20th birthday and make you mine," he often promised. His timing and trickery had allowed him to possess 15 wives making him the ruler and chief of the tribe. Ramos was catered to continually by both men and women. Often the cries in the night could be heard from his hut as he claimed his masculine right with one or more of his many wives. His tastes were animalistic; his desires intense. Ramos's presence frightened me. He was so smart and astute that he was able to miraculously memorize each positioning of the stars to identify them at a later time. I often wondered if he had found a writing tool himself, but I had found no evidence of it. The sparse and often desert like conditions of our environment offered no such opportunity and surely someone would have seen him. I often dreamt of being rescued by one of my many male friends and suitors whose company I enjoyed from day to day. But the man I wanted to marry the most was Garth. Garth treated me like a precious princess in every way and I loved him. His cum was sweet and flowed down my throat like an elixir. The day of my 20th birthday began like every other. The sun rose, the birds chirped, the winds hollowed through the canyons, and then there it was. The bong. The bong that assembled us all so we could witness a man's quest to find a wife by announcing her 20th birthday. We were all assembled in the tribe circle when the elder began to speak. He talked about a challenger and then I heard my name. Suddenly I became nervous and scared. Surely I couldn't be 20 already. This man can't be my betrothed. The thought suddenly scared me and I felt panic seize my soul. He was too big, he would hurt me. I visibly trembled as I walked to the makeshift podium. All eyes fixated on the Time Keeper who ceremoniously walked into the chamber after talking to the man who wanted to claim me. When the Time Keeper returned, she put her hands over top of his, looked at me, and raised his hands with mine and hers to the sky, signaling his victory. As the tribe members yelled and whooped he grabbed my soft delicate skin roughly, kissed me hard, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His mannerisms were vile; his kiss rough and uninvited. I trembled once more and realized my life was over, that living hell had just begun. Garth was watching with a pained expression on his face. I looked over at him with pleading eyes that seemed to visibly tear him apart. His fists were clenched and tears were rolling down his face. I started to cry. Garth came towards me then, pushing into the crowd. Ramos looked at him with contempt asking, "What the hell are you doing lad? This morsel is mine to succulently enjoy!" Garth kicked him hard then. His friends joined by pushing and causing a distraction. I took the opportunity to run. I was limber and prepared for this day. I dashed through the canyon at full speed eluding my captors with many twist and turns and then suddenly I was in my cave. I knew this day would come and I was prepared. Days went by and I remained in my cave, wiling away the days and hours with imaginings. I had stocked my special hiding place with food and water so I could survive. I didn't want to be married to Ramos and I would do whatever I could to save my virginity for the man I loved. I usually had people around me, sleeping in the same hut with me, so being so isolated offered challenges. I was during one of those boring listless days that I thought of Garth and felt a tingling ripple through me. The feelings in my body surprised me, and it then it happened again. My nipples became so hard they were almost painful. I touched them then, surprised at how good they felt. Then I put my thumb and index finger over top of them and pulsed them back and forth. The feeling was exquisite. Wetness filled my pussy and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips. I breathed in and slid my fingers down my flat stomach and down my skirt to my pussy. When I found my clit I moaned loudly, surprised at the beautiful feelings surging through me. The faster I rubbed the better it felt. I felt an urge to put my finger deep in my pussy and I did. It felt so good. I started pumping my finger faster and faster. The fingers of my other hand found my clit again and worked in unison. My eyes were slits as the first orgasm overtook me, making me cry out my release. "Mia?" I heard Garth's voice from outside the cave. "Garth I'm in here." We greeted each other in a passionate embrace and quickly found refuge in the cave. Far in the distance Ramos saw us enter the hidden cave. Once safely inside Garth kissed me softly and held me close. Then he pulled me away from his body to look at me. "Are you okay Mia? Did he hurt you? You're all flushed, what happened to you?" "I want you to claim me as yours Garth," I begged of him. "Take me now, I know you will be good to me and treat me well. Please pierce my flower and make me yours. It's the only way. Claim me! " I was shouting at him urgently. There was loud noise then Ramos entered the cave. My voice must have revealed our location. He had clearly been drinking and look exhausted from the long walk to my hiding place. "You, wench, you dare defy me?" He looked crazed and wild. Ramos's speech was slurred and his footing was unstable. He grabbed me then, grabbing my nakedness and pushed me to my knees. He unbuckled his belt and let loose his enormous cock while spreading my ass cheeks. "Listen Ramos, don't do this, let me be with her, she loves me," Garth called out. It's no use Ramos said, "I have already claimed her as mine. We are as one now; she's my whore to fuck as I please." "Ramos, I already claimed her; she has my seed inside her." Ramos looked at me and the flushed look on my face, imagining that this might very well be true. Then he looked at Garth and demanded, "Strip! Let me see the cum dripping from your cock." I quickly scrambled to my feet out maneuvering the drunken tyrant bending over me with his pants pulled down. In a flurry Grant grabbed me then and we ran out of the cave, my naked body exposed to the harsh outdoors. Branches whisked by, marking my body. Once high in the hills Garth put me down on the ground and kissed me sweetly. "I'm sorry Mia, I wanted the first time to be special for you, but it has to be this way." With those words he removed his pants and showed me his pulsing member. Then he was inside me, breaking my barrier, claiming me as his, his hardness penetrated my pussy, taking my virginity. "You're impossibly tight Mia," he exclaimed as he poured his seed into me. And so the man I loved took my virgin body as I lay on the barren soil. It was then that Ramos found us. "The marriage is not consummated without semen," he yelled sputtering as he climbed up the rock towards us. "I don't trust you, Garth but I have always called you my friend. Prove to me that your cum is inside her and I will release my hold on this vixen that bewitches us all." Without skipping a beat, Garth's mouth was on exposed pussy, his tongue inside me, scooping up his cum with his long tongue. He stood before Ramos and showed him his puddle of cum from my pussy. Ramos appeared to change his tone and was suddenly amused by the situation. He had so many wives I must not have mattered at some point. "Okay, Garth my friend, you have won this battle fairly. You may keep this delightful wench and claim her as yours." I felt so exposed walking back with the men to the village; my alluring body gawked at by all to see. Garth took me into his tent then and pulled a warm blanket over me and held me close all night long. A year later some researchers happened onto our tribe. We convinced them to take us to North America by promising them our first year's wages. I worked as a waitress and Garth was a stable boy until we were finally free. When our year was up we searched hard to find good jobs to support us. It was an arduous task but we kept trying. "That's how I happened to meet Alex," I said smiling at Tracy. "My resume was online, and here I am." How We Met After reading my stories some readers may be curious or have emailed to ask me, how did you meet Sharon? The short answer is we met through Literotica. I stumbled across one of Sharon's stories one day. I liked her story because it was well-written and her characters seemed real to me. I appreciated her descriptions of the people and the action lines in the story. I felt I was seeing and feeling things from her perspective. I've always been curious about what a woman thinks about and feels leading up to sex, during sex, and of course afterwards. Not all authors have the ability to put you into the story so directly, much like not every actor convinces you of the character they portray when you watch a movie. I was curious about who wrote this story. When I turned to her bio page, I hoped that she had taken some time to fill in some of the basic information. I was rewarded when I saw a stunning photo of a buxom woman wearing a red bikini. She was hot! I looked to see if she had written and posted other stories and she had. She was fairly prolific. Over the next few days I read her others. I was impressed that they were pretty consistent in quality and in each she succeeded in getting me into the story. I was hooked. So I wrote to her telling her how much I enjoyed her stories and why. Soon afterwards, Sharon replied to my email and included a photograph of her—this time wearing a white dress shirt. In it she was standing in front of a window and because of the light streaming through the window, I could see the outline of her figure. To me it's very sexy--but rather than being blatant--sexy in a soft, understated way. If you read my story, you'll see a reference to that picture. Professionally, I am a director/videographer in the Midwest of the US. I produce and direct a variety of things including commercials, employee training videos, workout/exercise videos, sales/marketing pieces, videos for trade shows, and so on. I've not worked on any Hollywood type movies but I've helped with some Indy films. Because of my profession I understand photographic composition, lighting, and other visual techniques. I recognized these in the photograph she sent and knew Sharon's photo was very well done. These weren't snapshots. I remembered Sharon saying in one of her stories that her husband was a photographer and things clicked. In the ensuing months, Sharon and I exchanged several emails and got to know each other. I got more insights about her and really grew to like her intelligence, sense of humor, personality, and so on. During that time our relationship was strictly friendly and our only contact was through email. Sharon's life changed in two major ways later that year. Sharon's husband filed for divorce and his attorney used photographs Sharon's husband had taken of Sharon in provocative poses to pressure her into signing the divorce papers. The photos showed Sharon naked and in sexual acts with male models. It should be clear to you by now that Sharon modeled for her husband. Sharon's husband's attorney presented the photos to the school principal and to the school district superintendent where Sharon worked. Sharon was fairly quickly terminated from her teaching job and she agreed to a divorce. As you can see Sharon's life changed in two major ways pretty quickly. During this time I provided Sharon with some advice and with support. It was a tough time for her. It would be a tough time for anyone. Divorce and losing a job are two of the most stressful things a person can go through in life. Sharon went through both simultaneously. She was faced with rebuilding her personal life and also her professional life. Through all of this as I got to know her a lot better. I grew very fond of her. I guess I realized how important she was to me when she went on a short trip and didn't reply to my emails for about a week. It was at a time when she was really having difficulty finding a job and making ends meet financially so I got worried. My stories pick up several months after her divorce. While writing isn't foreign to me professionally, most of the time I'm writing scripts for video. Sharon encouraged me to explore erotica. She's my muse on several levels. I hope you enjoy our story.