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.