by Mia Hart
The cruel voice of the taxi driver interrupts us, “You getting in or what ?”
“Sorry mate, one second,” Mike answers back .
“I don’t have to go…alone,” I say .
Mike’s eyes widen and sparkle with anticipation. “You sure ?”
“Mhm,” I mutter .
Without a moment of further hesitation, he grabs my hand and drags me into the back of the cab. “Okay mate, go to …”
“49 Harley Avenue,” I finish, with a naughty smile .
With that our taxi pulls away, leaving us to become firmly acquainted in the back-seat .
5
I pretend to look busy in the kitchen, as I nervously wait for some coffee to percolate—God, how I wish I cleaned the place before I left .
As I tend to our drinks Mike idly shuffles around in the hallway, examining the many pictures which adorn the walls of my cramped apartment .
“Sugar? Cream?” I shout through to Mike .
“No thanks .”
I pour the coffee into two mugs and almost burn myself when the boiling water splashes onto my fingers. I feel so uptight, not knowing how this night will play out. Just as I run my burnt finger under the tap, I feel Mike loom over me from behind. Both his hands grip onto my bare shoulders. Slowly, he begins to gently massage them. I shudder with the pleasure of his sensual touch .
“Fuck the coffee,” he curtly says, spinning me around to face him. I look into his dark, chocolate-coloured eyes. His perfectly balanced features almost take my breath away. With each passing minute of the evening thus far, I’ve found him more attractive and more desirable. Now, it is reaching its peak. If only I could stop myself from shaking .
Sensing that I’m tensing up, he moves down to meet my lips once more—continuing with where we left off in the taxi. As I start to talk he plants his mouth to mine, examining my lips with his own. His taste is exquisite and although he looks tough and rugged, his soft and tender kiss defies this .
He yanks me forward and begins to speed up his action, kissing me now with much more intensity and passion. I feel his hands snake their way down from my shoulders, and find their way to my full and voluptuous breasts. His hands squeeze their shape and caress over the fullness of their pleasing curves. My sex moistens. I can feel him lose control and I quickly follow, decorating his muscular chest with my own inquisitive hands .
We slowly move from the kitchen into the hallway, all the while our mouths are locked in a highly passionate embrace. He takes one of my wrists and abruptly places my hand on his crotch. I reel back, and almost lose my footing as I feel the hard bulge practically rip through his jeans. His erection sends tingles shooting through my sex. Although I’ve yet to free what I can feel is his mighty cock, I am extremely excited for what’s yet to come .
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, with a deep and rich tone to his voice .
I arch my head back, surrendering my neck to his lips which kiss and trace the pale flesh of its surface. I feel the hair on my arms stand on end, as he circles his fingers over the nape of my neck. Pressing his head further into my flesh, and kissing me harder, it feels like he’s some kind of vampire—looking for the perfect spot to drain me of my blood, but never quite going so far as to hurt me .
I pull away from his tight embrace and swiftly grab his t-shirt. I can no longer contain myself. I want to see his body shirtless. With one swift yank, helped be his own obliging hands, we pull the shirt over his head. I immediately take a half-step back, marvelling at his impressively taut and hard body. The muscles he sports almost look painful as they appear to strain from his tanned and flawless skin. A perfect V-shape points down from his cannon-ball shoulders, past his strong and flared chest, and over the ripples of his delicious six-pack abs. The V-shape almost looks like it’s teasing me—like an arrow which points to the pleasures hidden below his belt-line .
“Your turn,” he commands .
I waste no time. In fact, I can’t wait to show this sex-bomb what gifts I have waiting myself. Without wanting to fiddle about, by slowly strip-teasing for him, I whip my dress down to my ankles. His mouth hangs open as his eyes track every inch of my semi-naked body. I can see from the bulge of his erection, which is still cruelly a prisoner in his jeans, that he is extremely aroused. I stand before him in a pair of black silk-panties—which ride tight against my sex, a black lace-up bra—which only just manages to stop my boobs from spilling out, and a cheeky little tattoo of a dragon on my right hip .
He springs towards me and tries to swiftly take off my bra. I giggle at his obvious excitement. He is frantic now, like a dog with a bone. I wriggle and writhe from him, enjoying the fact that I’m teasing him almost to oblivion. Suddenly, I feel my bra tear away from my skin—he’s actually ripped the thing clean off! A cool air rushes over the surface of my breasts. My nipples stand erect and firm, and in no time at all, Mike is eating from my cleavage, flicking his tongue over my perky boobs. I hold his head in both of my arms, cradling him as a mother would to an infant so he can fully enjoy my naked flesh. Although I felt nervous before, I’ve always known just how damn sexy I am, and judging from his erratic behaviour, I feel an enormous power—knowing I can have this man eating out of the palm of my hand at any moment I choose .
6
I crawl upon the bed on all fours and slowly approach Mike, who is now wearing nothing but briefs. His cock pushes firm against the material of his pants, and I can tell how hungry he is for me by the sheer size of it. My mind races with how good that will feel inside .
As I hover over him, with my nose almost touching his, I lick his lips with my tongue—inviting him to touch my body which hangs above him, begging him, giving him the permission to do with me as he will .
It isn’t long before his hands do just that .
I feel his fingers slide underneath my panties and begin to liberally stoke the slit of my wet pussy. I moan as I bury my head into his chest, kissing and circling my tongue over his hot, luscious skin .
“Yes!” I cry. His fingers are starting to fuck my pussy and I can feel the strain of his cock press against my bare leg. I make a move towards his rigid penis and start to gently lick it, although it’s still hidden inside his briefs. This sends him wild with lust. I motion my mouth around his clothed bulge and perform a pseudo blow-job on his firm member. He grabs my head and directs me. I can tell that he can hardly take my teasing anymore, so I pull his brief to one side of his manhood, which makes his freed cock spring up into my face. My heart pulsates with rapture at the magnificent spectacle of his naked dick. It looks so hard and so handsome .
My mouth wraps around his thick shaft and I begin to draw up and down, going as far to the root as I can. All the while I play with his swollen balls, which I can feel tremble. He squirms beneath me as the wetness of my mouth cleans his stiff cock. The whole ritual makes my pussy extremely wet. I am beyond caring, so I swiftly sit above him, swing my leg over his, and drive down on him. I am so wet that his entry is easy. I only feel the slightest of sharp pain before my pussy is comfortably sliding around on his big cock .
“You’re so big!” I scream, as I dance on him—feeling every hot inch of him screwing my hole. He moans as I begin to bang harder, and reaches up to grab hold of my bouncing boobs, which, glancing down, I notice look fantastic under the soft light of the room .
Looking over to the side mirror a few feet away, I gaze at our bodies which move in sexy unison. It turns me on so much—watching my body slide up and down on his rigid tool. His body flexes and quivers as I ride him with wild abandon .
I rub at my clit; enjoying the double action of his impressively large penis fucking me, and the familiar rhythms my fingers make .
“You are amazing,” I say to him. He smiles back through gritted teeth as he shuts his eyes tight, obviously trying to fight the urge to shoot his cum deep inside of me .
It’s not long though, before I feel the tremor of his delicious pole begin to spasm
in orgasm. I quickly jump off him and dart down to wrap my mouth around his cock once more .
“FUCK!” he screams .
In one surprisingly long release, his cum sprays deep into my mouth. His load is so heavy that I almost gag. His burning juice tricks down my chin. I smile through pursed lips, and spit his milky load back out over his groin .
He shakes from his strong climax .
I don’t mind him coming first—in fact it gets my cunt worked up even more. Knowing he couldn’t control himself inside me, feels amazing. I feel sexy, desired, and hungered for .
“You never came,” he tells me. He looks almost disappointed .
“Don’t worry…I’m not finished with you .”
His almost sullen face now breaks into a wicked grin once more, and he proceeds to throw me down on my back. Diving down, his tongue meets my pussy, licking and sucking my hot juices clean .
My body stretches and I fling my arms over my head. He masterfully lashes my sex with his greedy tongue as he continues to fuck me with his fingers—massaging my clit until it practically burns .
“I have something for you,” he says .
“Christ, don’t stop !”
He ignores me and whips me onto my front, so his cock can meet my hole from behind. Inspecting us in the mirror again, I am shocked to see that his dick is standing to full attention. It almost takes my breath away that he possesses such incredible powers of recovery !
“I’m not going to fuck your pussy, I’m just going to touch it,” he says .
“Don’t! Put it in me again…fuck me !”
“I will. Don’t you worry, baby .”
I push my head into my pillow as his hands reach underneath me—continuing to paw at my clitoris. Suddenly, I feel something very foreign poke my ass .
I open my eyes and see him straining. I can feel the huge girth of his cock trying to enter my anus .
“Stop,” I shout .
“No, you’ll like it — ”
“I said, STOP !”
I look at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing ?”
“You’ve never been fucked in your ass ?”
I almost choke in response. He has turned into a real filthy devil. I’m shocked, but deep down I really love it .
“Will it hurt me?” I ask .
“At first it will feel different…please…it turns me on .”
I feel so incredibly horny at his suggestion, and the way he begs, that I nod for him to go through with it .
“On one condition though. I want you to cum inside me…inside my ass,” I say. I can’t believe how open I now am—how every inhibition has left me. I feel brave, and very curious, having never been fucked this way before .
I push my head further into my pillow in anticipation. Then, I let out a loud yelp as he playfully smacks my ass. The sting of his palm makes my pussy clench tight with a painful but delicious joy .
Just as I brace myself to feel him inside my ass, a cool drizzle of liquid paints my butt-cheeks .
“What’s that?” I ask, almost jumping from the unusual coolness .
“Lube I picked up from that store .”
“I never saw you buy anything .”
“I didn’t,” he says with a mischievous laugh .
“You bad boy! You stole it ?”
“I own the shop,” he casually answers .
As I turn around to question him, he pushes me back down with force. “Relax girl .”
I give in trying to make sense of the endless surprises—or bullshit—that Mike offers me. Instead, I choose to embrace it and let myself enjoy what is about to happen .
With one hand he continues to expertly stroke my pussy, while the other rubs lube around my rim—making sure I was nice and juicy .
“Don’t worry angel,” he says. “I’ll warm you up nice and good .”
My mouth goes dry at just the thought of what was to come. I already feel an orgasm build up inside my belly at his fingers circle my clit, but I hold onto it—ready for his cock to work its magic yet again .
Squeezing another portion of lube onto me, which tempers the burning flesh of my ass, he massages further—making small, delicate circles which quickly find their way to my anus. Before long I get a small shock, as the one of his well-manicured fingers snakes into my hole. He uses it to stretch me out and I love the sensation. I rub at my pussy with more urgency—enjoying the pain of holding onto the climax I feel brewing .
I can hardly wait to experience the new sensation of a cock inside my other hole and I press my ass up towards him more, beckoning for him to finally invade me. As if he needed any more signals, he points that sexy cock of his to my opening. I bite down on my pillow, not sure whether to expect pain or pleasure. The anticipation is agonising .
I soon feel the tremble of his helmet pulse against my tight, expectant anus. Slowly, and deliberately gentle, he plunges his stiff cock inside my most delicate and private region .
I scream .
“You okay? Tell me to stop if you want me to — ”
“No!”
“No? You want me to stop ?”
“NO! KEEP FUCKING ME !”
Although admittedly it’s slightly painful, I’m enjoying the fullness of his penis inside my butt. And with my own hand massaging my swollen clit, it soon feels amazing. It’s almost as if I’m losing my virginity all over. I guess in a naughty way I am !
Soon he is pushing his hips snug against my bum—stabbing in and out of me with increasing fervour. As I get used to the feeling, I gyrate against him—hungry to take in as much of his length as possible. He grabs my tits from underneath me and rolls them in his warm hands. A fire surges inside me, as an orgasmic eruption swells to a head. My body convulses as my fingers frantically rub at my pussy. He fucks my ass with a hard and fast rhythm—punishing me good and deep .
Suddenly, the climax I’ve held onto for so long explodes, just as his second orgasm tears through me, filling my hole with sweet, sticky cum .
“FUCK!” I scream, at the top of my lungs .
My body twists and buckles. My toes curl. My flesh violently shakes with the enormous power of both my own climax, and his orgasm—which floods inside of me .
I drop down flat on my face. All my limbs are splayed out on the damp, hot sheets below us. My body takes ages to even get close to calming down, and as I feel the flesh of his cock recede from my bum, I feel another shooting orgasm bolt through my core, making me laugh hysterically from the wild release .
It’s like heaven .
Like the best drug—piercing through my very soul .
A few moments pass, with Mike wiping his dick dry and me smiling broadly—utterly satisfied, if a little shy now, with our crazy session of wanton lust. I can’t quite believe I’ve let this man fuck me in that way. Violate me. Consume me. Don’t get me wrong though, it was out of this world .
When I finally muster up the strength, I roll off the bed. My legs tremble like jelly, and as I stand I find it hard to regain my balance. I look down at Mike, who seems quite smug with himself .
“I guess we won’t have to use this then?” he says, as he produces a dildo from my bedside draw .
I throw a pillow at him. “Put that away, you shit !”
He warmly laughs which in turn makes me laugh too. He looks so damn cute on my bed. On my bed—I really still can’t believe it .
I take out a fresh towel from my wardrobe. “I’m going for shower .”
“Can I join you?” he says, glaring at me with those sexy, dark, brown-eyes .
I nod. He follows. Round two ensues .
7
I wake up and the first thing which greets me is an awful icky taste on the roof of my mouth. No doubt the combination of last night’s stale booze and my own morning breath. I recoil and scrunch my face in disgust. When I finally muster the courage to open my eyes, and let the intrusive light of the morning in, I see that Mike has gone .
I jolt up, which is immediat
ely a bad idea due to the hangover which hits me like a hammer between the eyes. Holding onto my sore head, I gently slip from the bed and slowly shuffle to the living room .
To my relief, I discover that he has indeed left the flat. I breathe a sigh of relief. I wouldn’t want to face him after last night. As well as looking like an absolute monster, as I normally do so early of a morning—and especially after a night out—I think I’d be mortified at having to strike up a sober conversation after last night’s wild activities .
I go to the kitchen and prepare myself a cup of coffee. Whilst I wait for the kettle to boil, I think about his sexy body and huge cock. A smile creeps its way to my face. I actually miss him now and I begin to wish that he stuck around for breakfast .
The whistle of the kettle simmers down and I pour the boiling water into my cup. I have no patience to put a real coffee on, I just need caffeine and quick. When I go to the fridge for some milk my heart flutters. A note pokes out from one of the fridge-door magnets :
C heck the internet. Mike X
E xcitedly, I hurry back into the bedroom and open up my laptop. I log onto the dating site and see a new personal message. It’s from Mike :
S orry I had to leave you this morning. I had to meet my business partner, and seeing that you looked so beautiful sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb. Dinner tonight, my place ?
Mike. XX
I bounce up and down on my bed like an excited kid. I hoped he would see me again. Although I was confident he enjoyed the sex as much as I did, with my track record in men, I did have a slight reservation that he’d want to. I quickly type a message back :
M aybe…
A lthough I shouldn’t tease him, I can’t help myself. Before I have a chance to expand on my message, my inbox pings :
: (
I write back:
