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Oh, I was so satisfied.
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I awoke to realize that my glorious and orgasmic encounter was just a dream. It was 2 a.m. and my date with Ben was still a workday away. I could feel my pussy juice dripping down between my ass cheeks and soaking the bed. I was so incredibly turned on. I debated for a second whether I should save myself for some good sex tonight (hopefully), but couldn’t fight the urge. I jammed my hand down and rubbed furiously on my clit, making circles on my clit with pressure. I thought about Ben’s O-face, about him filling me with his cum, about his hips thrusting harder and harder, about getting fucked like never before, and soon I was cumming.
I’ve never had a day of work seem so long in my life. I couldn’t wait for seven o’clock. When I got off work I went home and tried to will the clock to move on, and tried to occupy myself by cleaning my apartment and then showering, making myself look pretty, smell nice, all that stuff. I wore the skirt I was wearing in my dream, that and a blue blouse, with my favorite pink bra.
At seven I met Ben in a Wal-Mart. Not classy, I know. But it’s a big place, with lots of cameras and people, perfect for meeting a stranger from the internet. We met in the book section. He looked nice. Not really tall, kinda shy looking, but not reclusive, cute. He saw me from the next aisle and smiled and I smiled and we both knew we had found each other. I stayed in my aisle, looking at a book, and he walked around the corner and next to me. He picked up a book and still pretended that we didn’t know each other.
"Was it good for you too?" he asked while reading the back cover of a book.
"What?" I asked.
"That was good, we should do this again sometime," he said with a smirk.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Oh so it’s your turn for oral already?" he said with a kinda goofy voice. "What ever happened to chivalry?" he asked. I couldn’t help but crack a smile.
We went to Applebee’s, shared some nice conversation, ate some food, and were too excited about what was coming later that night. Soon enough I was following him back to his apartment in my car. Time for me to shine, time for me to become the sexy, aggressive, moaning, dirty-talking, bucking cowgirl. Time for me to show him how wild and crazy I could get.
We parked and walked into his building together, riding the elevator up with a mixture of quiet awkwardness and excited, wanting to hump…ness.
His apartment was nice, and clean, not quite as clean as the dream, but clean for a guy’s place. He lived alone and I sat on his couch and put my purse down. He asked if I wanted a drink and I said I did and he went to the kitchen to make one. I, spur of the moment, decided to go into the kitchen. I walked up behind him slowly and quietly. He yelled at me in the other room, but I wasn’t in there. He was pouring two cokes and then opened a bottle of rum, and started to pour. As soon as he put the bottle down, I sprang, reaching around, grabbing him, hugging him from behind. He was only a few inches taller than me and whispered, "fuck me," in his ear. I felt his cock hardening in his pants. He turned around, and I started to undo his belt.
He had a look of total shock as I got on my knees and whipped his cock out, giving it a little stroke and kissing the tip ever so gingerly. He was cut and about six and a half inches long. I stood up and demanded that he fuck me immediately. He smiled, looked me over, licked his lips. Shook his head a little, with this huge smile plastered on, as if he was savoring this moment and coming to grips with this hot woman basically fulfilling his fantasy. He reached around and picked me up by my ass. This surprised me a little as he wasn’t a big muscly guy, and not much taller than me, and probably only thirty pounds heavier than me, but he carried me, and groped my ass, as I hugged onto him and sucked on his neck. The next thing I knew he was sort of throwing me on his bed and climbing on top of me.
"Fuck me Ben," I said. I felt weird and almost embarrassed, a little like I was in a movie or not really myself. A part of me was shocked that these words were actually coming out of me at all, yet I had no problem letting loose and becoming the wild and crazy girl. "Give me your huge cock, fuck me until you explode," I moaned at him. The clothes started flying off and soon his cock was penetrating me. I rocked my hips at him, grinding my pussy into him, wrapping my legs around him as I demanded he fuck me harder. I instructed him to fill me up and his hips bruised mine. He bit my neck with just enough force to make me want him more.
I wanted to be wild, I wanted to be crazy and the epitome of male desire, the perfectly crazy woman. I wanted to be over the top. I came and exaggerated it, screaming and yelling obscenities. The funny thing is, I’d always thought the orgasmic shrieking of other women was so fake and forced, and as I was doing it, exaggerating, it also felt like I was just unleashing another part of me. Even though I thought it was forced, it felt like it had really come from me, it was genuinely me screaming, "fuck!"
I wanted to be so over the top crazy, and I grabbed him and demanded that he lay on his back. I climbed on and became the bucking wild cowgirl, jackhammering my pussy and his cock together. I fucked him until my legs burned and I fucked him some more. "Slap my ass!" I moaned and he did. He did it too soft and it didn’t make much noise. "Harder" I demanded and he did it harder. We repeated this several times until I could feel a red handprint forming on my sweat soaked ass cheek, and I loved it. I came again and collapsed on top of him. I wanted so dearly to be wild and crazy that I refused to let myself stop moving. Instead, I whispered, in a deep sultry voice, "fuck me from behind."
"Yes mam," he said with a smirk and got up and did me from behind. I loved it. I pushed back and groaned and loved how his hands gripped at my tits. I laid forward, on my stomach and he was on top of me, fucking me from behind. My hands gripped his tight ass and pulled him on me.
"Cum in me you bitch," I demanded of him.
"Oh I’m close," he moaned. I planted my hands on the bed and pushed up. I turned around and laid on my stomach, and pulled him towards me. His knees were on either side of my stomach and his cock stuck right at my face. I ripped the condom off and threw it aside. I sucked his cock, and stroked with my hand and looked right in his eyes and say his orgasm begin in the dropping of his jaw and tasted him cumming in my mouth. I kept the first blast of cum in my mouth, closed my eyes, and pulled him out and jerked him off, licking at the end of his cock as he let his load of jizz loose all over my face, neck, breasts, and hand. I just moaned and licked all around my lips. My hands rubbed it in and I savored every last drop. I gave his cock one last good sucking and then let him lay down beside me.
After a long while of heavy breathing, he said, "you’re not a pornstar are you?"
I just laughed and said, "no."
"So…you want to get married? I’m free tomorrow," he said. It sounds a little creepy as I type it, but he was obviously joking, and was expressing how perfect and hot I was, I loved it.
"I think I’m busy tomorrow, actually," I said.
"Doing what? You can cancel," he said,
"Fucking your brains out."
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