Friday

It seems almost formulaic - I came again while kissing him, dropping the keys to the floor, impaled on his fingers, falling to my knees as soon as he withdrew them. I crawled unsteadily towards his cock; he lent me a helping hand, grabbing my hair and forcing my head down on to him, until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and he drew it out covered in thick saliva, pausing only to let me slather it all over the shaft with my tongue. "Now suck," he said. "Get me nice and lubricated so I don't have to waste any time easing into you." Then he plunged into my mouth again, still holding me by the hair and fucking my face until I gagged and almost choked. Then he pulled me off, my face drenched with spit and tears... and my pussy dripping.

He bent me over the bed and ripped off my underwear, entering me fully in one swift thrust. Then he held still and ordered me to fuck myself on him, which I did, slowing down only when I felt myself close to climax, at which point he delivered a hard slap to my ass to remind me of my task. Then he pushed me down on to the bed and commanded me to spread my legs - "that's it, wider" - and when I couldn't get any wider, fully open and exposed to him, he climbed on top of me and fucked me hard until I came.

Then he flipped me over and continued to fuck me, holding me down with his weight pressed against me, and as the delicious tingling began to traverse my limbs I felt a strong desire to touch him, and reached out for his hand. He wrapped his fingers around mine - lovingly, at first, or so it seemed, then pinning down my wrists on either side of me, fucking me hard and taking no notice of my orgasm. "You're my bitch now," he said. "Take it like a whore." Then he sat up, still inside me, and began to finger-fuck me slowly in the ass, while I lay there gasping and unable to move.

Then, tiring of this, he lay back on the bed and guided my head down to his cock. "And give me your pussy at the same time," he said. I presented it to him, so he could finger-fuck me while I sucked him. Then he pulled me on top of him. "Now ride," he commanded. "You need the practice." My hair was all tangled up by now, so I had the rather odd experience of trying to undo my pony-tails while bouncing up and down on his cock, and even after this, felt that I wasn't doing quite as well as I would have liked, but eventually, as I got close to orgasm, my body took over, my hips rocking back and forth on his cock, as though disjointed from the rest of my body. "That's right," he said. "Don't stop." I tried vainly to maintain the rhythm once my orgasm subsided. Finally he allowed me to stop and we both lay there panting for a second. "Tired?" he asked me. "No," I said defiantly. He grabbed my waist and held me down firmly onto his cock, fucking up into me so viciously that I almost screamed!

Then he pulled out and kneeled over me, dragging my head to his cock and burying my face in his balls. "Now lick me up and down - suck my balls," he told me. Oh God! It was so wonderful to have my face pressed into his warm sweaty balls. My head spins even now at the thought of it.

Then he pushed me down onto my back and mounted me. "I'm just going to use you now for my pleasure," he told me, adding, "You'll need to get wetter than that if you want to make me come." I did my best to oblige, tilting my hips towards him to take him as deep inside me as I could, rocking back and forth receiving his thrusts. Sometimes, after fucking my pussy for a couple of hours, he pulls out at the last second and drags my face to his cock to make me swallow his come, or plunges all the way into my ass, without warning, to fill me there instead, but this time I knew he would leave me walking around with his come trickling down my thighs all day, and I was right. He came deep inside me, the warm spurts of semen triggering my own final climax of the day.

"You're getting better at riding me," he smiled. "Thank you!" I replied. "Practice makes perfect," he added. We lay there for a while in uncommon peace and stillness. He seemed almost to be drifting off to sleep. Then I saw that his eyes were open, scrutinising me. "You have the most amazing cheekbones," he said. "What, really?" I asked incredulously. "And the most beautiful eyes," he continued. "Your face is to die for."

Although I would have loved to frame this moment and live in it forever, sadly, all good things must come to an end, and soon we were up and preparing to head our separate ways. "I love that dress," he remarked. "It makes you look like a summer fairy." "Thank you!" I replied. "But the Snoopy underwear makes me feel like such a pervert," he added. I laughed lasciviously and wriggled back into it.

Tuesday

We kissed in the stairwell, my arms draped around him from my slightly elevated position on the bottom step, his fingers between my legs, under my skirt, lightly running against the crotch of my white lace underwear, then pulling it aside and plunging into me. "You're wet," he remarked. "Perfect." I moved against his fingers, kissing him, then turning my face away as I felt my body tense in a mini-orgasm: just a taste of things to come.

"Get upstairs," he commanded, and I turned obediently to climb the stairs, my legs weak and quivering like jelly. "That's right."

We entered the room and I turned towards him again, kissing him passionately, as his hands roamed across my body, but this time only ever brushing against the surface, never venturing further, tantalising me and taunting me, until I groaned with the desire to feel him inside me! But he made me wait, forcing me to my knees instead to suck him while he got undressed, pausing every now and then to twist my hair around his hand and force my head further down onto his cock, until I gagged and my eyes began to water. Then he pushed me onto the bed, on all fours, pulling off my underwear - so much for my sexy underwear! - but even then he wouldn't enter me, ordering me instead to "come and get it", making me crawl backwards on the bed until I reached the edge, where he grabbed my hips and thrust into me so hard that I cried out in pain! He began to pound me so viciously that I wondered if I would be able to come in spite of the pain! But instead of squirming away from it I tried to move back towards the fucking, and open myself up to him, to take him as deeply as I could. And before I knew it, my body began to shake in the throes of orgasm, and I dropped my head on to bed, resting my cheek against the sheets, moaning softly, with only my ass still up in the air to receive him, as his thrusts slowed. "Thank you," I breathed, looking back at him as I remembered my orders. He smiled in recognition.

But he only gave me a moment's respite before turning me over to mount me. By now I was completely open and moving my hips rhythmically up to meet his thrusts, and soon I felt that luscious warmth spreading slowly through me, from my chest down to my legs, leaving me flushed and gasping and writhing beneath him as I came again. I barely had time to whisper, "thank you," before he had flung me over on to my stomach, plunging into my still-contracting pussy, and I felt myself shuddering again in the throes of another orgasm, but before I could find the words to thank him he had pulled out of me and shoved his dripping cock into my mouth. I accepted it gratefully, sucking until there was no trace left of my come on his member, at which point he plunged into me again. By now I was so slippery and wet with come that I could no longer feel him stretching me out at all, just the head of his cock slamming into my cervix as he fucked me hard and deep, ramming his fingers into my mouth and commanding me to, "suck, whore, you know you wish you could be sucking cock while getting fucked," and so I did, sucking desperately until I found myself breathless and gasping and coming again...

"I need a pause," he said, lying back on the bed. I dragged myself towards him and sucked his cock again a little until he'd had enough and pulled me up on top of him. "You know the drill," he said. "Make yourself come on my cock - I shouldn't have to do anything." I leaned forward so my breasts were hanging over him and my nipples brushed against his chest, and began to move my hips up and down on his cock, but although this had worked for me beautifully the last time, for some reason, I found my body tensing up and unable to move when I got close to coming, and I just couldn't quite finish. Noticing my frustration, he spanked me a little, slapping my ass to encourage me to ride faster, then reaching up to idly pinch and squeeze my nipples, knowing that this would push me over the edge, as it always did. But just as I began to quiver and moan, he lost patience and grabbed my hips, pulling them down onto his cock as he started slamming up into me, holding my arms apart and forcing me upright. I arched my back and groaned, coming helplessly over and over until I couldn't bear it any more and fell away, shaking violently, curled up in a ball beside him on the bed. And he let me rest there for a while this time, before commanding me to turn over again onto my stomach and mounting me from behind. I submitted weakly as he reached underneath me to rub my wet pussy and spread the juices over my asshole; I hoped this meant he would fuck me in the ass, but he decided against it - "not today," he said - penetrating my pussy instead, while I lay still and motionless beneath him, offering up my body for his pleasure, allowing him to pump me full of his thick, hot come.

We lay there for a while, my head on his shoulder. "I'm tired now," he said. "But you're not." "I'm not," I laughed. "You're just enjoying the cuddle," he said. "See, you're a hopeless romantic at heart - not just a sex fiend." "That's right," I replied. "Well," he said, climbing up behind me. "This hopeless romantic is about to get fucked again."

I groaned as he entered me, realising how sore I was, but he pinned me down, holding my arms down over my head, fucking me hard until I came again, and it was like a golden flower of pain opening up inside me. I could almost feel the flood of endorphins rushing into my brain. I curled up on my side, almost dizzy, as soon as he pulled out.

"Are you tired now?" he asked.

"I'm tired now," I whimpered, but he pressed his cock between my legs again, as we lay side by side, brushing my nipples gently with his fingertips until I writhed and moaned against him, but this time it was more from pain than anything else - I was just so sore.

He watched me from the bed as I combed my hair out in front of the bathroom mirror.

"You've gained weight," he remarked.

"Have I?" I asked nervously, flustered, and trying to hide my confusion.

"Yes," he said, coming up behind me and grabbing at my tummy as he embraced me. "Either that or you're pregnant..."