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She came awake slowly, not remembering at first where she was. The bed was so delicious she wanted to just lay there, luxuriating in the warmth, and enjoying the post-sex languor. Her pussy and nipples were tingly, and her asshole was ready to wave the white flag, the way they always were after a good fucking, And the fucking was fucking awesome.
It had been a long time since she spent an entire night with someone. She usually preferred to go to someone’s home, have sex and then head to her own home to finish the night in her own bed. But this, this felt right. He fucked her three, no, four times, with naps in between. The last time he just used her mouth before she dropped off for good. She could still taste his cum and feel his cock pushing insistently into the back of her throat. She didn’t really want the last one and he wasn’t exactly rigid but she loved knowing that he was going to take his pleasure whether she was ready for it or not. And now, after a peaceful and relaxing night’s sleep, she wanted him again.
She reached for him but found only cold sheets. She opened her eyes to see the morning sun but his side of the bed was empty. Oh well, she thought, maybe he’s peeing or something. She stretched and reached down to feel her cunt, instantly aroused. She was still so wet. Granted, most of that was cum but there was a good bit of fresh lube too. Then she felt her anus. It was sticky and sort of open the way it was after she’d had a cock up there, and oozy in a good way. She’d clean her cunt but would let her anus empty itself because she liked the idea of a man leaking out of her slowly.
She threw back the covers and got up to find a light cotton robe at the foot of the bed. She put it on, belted it loosely and went exploring. Nope, not in the bathroom, but she heard noises in the direction of the kitchen. He was standing at the counter naked cracking eggs into a bowl. She walked over and put her arms around him from the back. She stretched up and kissed him on the neck.
“Hi Sunshine,” he said. “Sleep well?”
“Eventually,” she said. “Once this crazy guy stopped trying to stick his penis in me.”
“Yeah, he’s always been a problem, but he lives here so sometimes I have to let him out of his cage.”
“Speaking of crazy penises, are you at a convenient stopping point?”
“Sure, the bacon is cooked, the eggs are ready to cook, and the bread is over there waiting to be made into toast. That’s your job, by the way.”
“Good. “Do you always Sıhhıye escort cook naked?”
“Only at home. I kept getting kicked out of restaurants when I tried it there.”
“I want to thank you for last night.”
“No thanks are necessary. Compliments of the house.”
“I was thinking of something a bit more tangible.”
She unbelted the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. The table was set for two but there was still plenty of unused space. She walked over, moved two chairs out of the way and, looking him in the eye, spread her feet apart, locked her knees, and bent over at the waist. Slowly, very slowly to let him get a good long look at her boobs as they hung away from her chest and finally flattened themselves on the tabletop. The rest of her torso slowly contacted the table, taking her weight. She put her face flat on the table so she could look at him. Her position lifted her ass and spread her from anus to clit.
Without his realizing it, as he watched her his cock started to rise. He was hypnotized by her movements, her presence, her raw sensuality and fuckableness. He slowly walked over behind her and sank to his knees. He could smell her, almost taste her. Her fragrance was like a magnet, drawing him closer. He pushed his face into her cunt and inhaled deeply. He stuck his tongue into her cleft and began licking, slowly, very slowly, sucking her labia, pulling them with his lips, biting them ever so gently, licking up their juices. He was just able to get low enough to tease her clit. Her clit was a project in itself. He thought about using her ass again but in the end inserted himself into her cunt, slowly, patiently, teasing her inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, until he couldn’t go any deeper.
He started pumping. She was greedy, wanting him to go faster, but he kept up his slow rhythmic thrusting. She stated calling him names and every time she did he slapped her ass. She craved that, the sound of the slaps, the sting, and at some level the degradation of being a horny cunt that would do anything for a fuck. The harder he slapped her the harder he fucked her and the louder she got until she was screaming at him. Just when she was ready to begin begging for mercy he exploded, pumping his biggest load yet into her hungry maw. Her own orgasm echoed his and she screamed obscenities and words of love that she did not later recall saying. He pulled her to her feet, overcoming her resistance, and just held her until her Tunalı escort shaking stopped and her breathing returned to more or less normal. Then he kissed her, softly and gently, whispering things, anything, just to say something about how amazing he thought she was.
They kissed for what seemed years, then he slowly pulled back, licked a drop of sweat from her forehead, and said, “Okay, how do you like your eggs?”
They ate naked, something she had never done before but which she decided she would do a lot in the future. He wanted to play footsie with her, which she initially found annoying but soon got into it and lifted one foot up to caress his once again flaccid cock. He closed his eyes blissfully and she footed him, then he raised his own foot and managed to put a surprising number of toes inside her. Cum makes such a great lubricant, she thought.
They each had a third cup of coffee and as they cleared the table her mood seemed to change. She became very quiet and thoughtful. He was aware enough to keep his mouth shut and let her work it out. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. He said, “I can finish this if you want to go into the other room.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want to leave you with all the work.”
“You’re not. I just need to load the dishwasher and wipe down the stove and table. Two minutes. Go ahead. I’ll be right in.”
It was more like five minutes. When he walked into the bedroom she was standing, dressed in all but her shoes, in front of the big mirror putting lipstick on.
“Mike, I should be going. This was great, unbelievably great, but, um…”
“I understand, T. Weekends are weekends and you have things that need doing.”
“Can you take me to my car?”
“Sure. Just let me put some clothes on. If you’d given me some warning you could have showered first. And I have a new toothbrush if you’d wanted it and I think I have some clothes here that will fit, at least pants and a t-shirt and sandals.”
“You don’t look the type,” she said with a smirk.
“Hey, don’t ask, don’t tell. What I do in my free time is my business,” he said with a grin. “Actually, someone left them behind and I just hung on to them, thinking she might be back some day to retrieve them.”
“Or come for sex and take them with her when she left?”
“Well…”
“Thanks, but I’ll just wear my ‘someone else’s wedding’ dress and ‘fuck me’ shoes. My neighbors are used to seeing me doing the slut walk on a Sunday Turangüneş escort morning.”
“Slut walk? What does that make me, then.”
“I don’t know. A man, maybe. If you don’t mind can we go right away? All this nice is starting to wear off and I want to be home before reality sets in.”
It was a quiet ride to the hotel. She fumbled to find her keys but finally located them. He made to get out and open her door but she stopped him.
“Mike, I told you what I was. Am. What I do. Last night was amazing. You’re amazing, but…”
“For me too.”
She looked down at her hands, folded in her lap. Clearly there was something she wanted to say but was searching for the right words.
“I’m a slut.”
“T, come on, it was just one night. Don’t beat yourself up.”
“It was one night with you. It wasn’t my first and won’t be my last. Mike, when I say I’m a slut I’m not telling you what I am so much as telling you my ‘philosophy’ if you want to look at it that way. I chose this. It was a conscious decision, no one forced it on me. My morals are the morals of a man. What I said about how I could tell when a man wanted sex with me, well I’m the same way. With men and women. I’ve accepted responsibility for and control over my own sexuality. I don’t let anyone, any person or any entity like a church or government tell me what I can’t do or should be. Radical and antisocial as it sounds, I love sex. I love fucking, I love sucking. I love using and being used. I love the simple basic joy of finding someone between my legs. I want threesomes, foursomes, and gangbangs maybe even a consensual rape. I want to swing. I want to be hotwifed. I want to be exhibited, whored, and used without mercy. I want to be paid outrageous sums for sex so I can give it all back.”
It took a moment for that to all sink in. “That was some speech. How much of it was true?”
‘I’m not interested in ‘true’. So much of what people call ‘true’ is just their own biases coming out. What I said was my own belief in myself. I don’t expect anyone else to buy it.”
“The World According to Tiana. It’s a pretty radical view but you’re a big girl, you make your own choices and live with the consequences.”
“We never exchanged contact info, did we?”
“No. It didn’t seem necessary at the time.”
“Please, let’s not. First names were enough to start with; we shouldn’t mess with that. Let’s say that it was a memorable night and leave it at that. We could spend the rest of our lives trying to recreate it and never succeed. I’d rather have one lovely memory than a lot of second-rate ones. Be happy with that.”
She got out, got into her own car, and drove away. She knew I could call Cait, get her number. She also knew I wouldn’t.
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