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The lady's surprise
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The lady's surprise God how she hated Mondays, especially in this new job. The day had begun misty and murky, another typical Monday in December, the only redeeming feature that it was continuing to be mild for that time of year. The train to work was typically packed, full of grey suited and ashen faced commuters all being driven in the same direction, by the same seemingly endless need to make something out of their ordinary lives. She had arrived at work a few minutes late, met her line manager on the stairs, answering the disapproving look with the usual lame train was late excuse (at least it was true so often in London that nobody bothered to check the lie out anymore) and was at her desk by 9:30 contemplating the latest pile of other people's botch ups that it was her job to rectify. Inevitably her mind wandered to the weekend just passed. The previous week she had begun a correspondence with a guy who had contacted her from an online dating service that they both belonged to. OK it wasn't a dating service it was a sex website - hey she had a high sex drive and she was single, nothing wrong with a modern girl doing modern stuff in the internet age, she could look after herself. He had seen her profile and had written to her to introduce himself. He had even been straightforward enough to admit that it had been the picture of her boobs that had first drawn her attention, but throughout the rest of the message he had been polite, respectful and even charming. She hadn't thought too much about it, although she had been slightly impressed that he had written more than just 'I wanna stick my hard cock between your tits' and sent a picture of a small white dick to go with the hardly erudite epistle. In fact he hadn't mentioned anything sexual at all and in a moment of curiosity she had checked out his profile and apart from a picture of his (very) hairy torso ending quite tastefully just above the waist there was no smuttiness at all. This had all led her to believe that he was probably a nice guy, wanting to try black pussy for the first time but in reality a vanilla fuck...conventional, boring, spiceless. She has filed him and his empty promises into her C folder for the truly desperate times when horniness and lack of real playmates consigned her to the also rans on her list. Resorting to the C list had come earlier than expected when she found herself playthingless on Saturday and her boredom had driven her to instant message him when she noticed that he was online. He had responded pretty quickly even though she had only asked if he lived locally. At first, just to pass the time she had kept up the chat until gradually she had come to realise that he was very different from the usual male dross on the website...he could string two sentences together and there was even the sign of quite a cheeky and witty sense of humour. They had both had to go out that evening so the chat didn't last long but there was something about him which had piqued her curiosity. Towards the end of the chat they has swapped email addresses and in a typically bored Monday moment she had messaged him and sure enough the obviously desperate guy had written straight back. But as the cyber conversation flowed he had revealed himself to be intelligent and indeed witty and over the course of the week she had come to look forward to exchanges during the day and at night as well. It turned out that he had too, well three actually and one was dual heritage (he was a Kiwi and his ex partner British Jamaican). It had come as quite a surprise to her that on Thursday he asked her out and out of idle curiosity she had accepted. They agreed to meet on Saturday night and when the time duly came she found him waiting in the freezing cold wind at the appointed time and place, at least he wasn't a no show or a time waster like so many. The bar she had picked turned out to be full and there was nowhere else in the vicinity that they had fancied so he suggested a pub he knew about 20 minutes drive away. He seemed like a decent enough guy so she offered to drive. The pub had indeed turned out to be nice, in the country, open fireplace, typical country pub with a pleasant atmosphere and they had talked about the things they had done in their lives. In the end she had actually felt quite comfortable with him and although she didn't let him know it actually found herself fancying him. She was both impressed and if the truth be told a little disappointed that he had not tried anything out on her, remaining a rock solid gentleman throughout. The most he had tried was when she had driven him home he wanted to talk but as she was concerned that her were worried about her she had given him a slap on the knee and they had parted with a peck on the cheek, promising though to chat again soon. In true gentlemanly fashion he had asked her to text him when she got home so that he knew she was home safely. On the drive home she had reflected on what had perhaps been a missed opportunity to see what he was really made of but there was still the nagging doubt that he was just another also ran and she liked men who she could walk the walk in the bedroom. She duly texted that she was home safe and he responded with a good night message. Whether it was a feeling deep down or out of sheer playfullness she decided to up the ante and she responded letting him know that he had come close to scoring with her that evening and his immediate reply informed her that he would not have minded that in the least. He might be boring in bed but at least he sounded willing, something else she filed for posterity. She had played with the poor guy a little bit, it was pretty obvious he fancied her...of course he did she was hot...and had dangled the carrot of a hook up in front of his startled blue eyes (which apparently changed colour to green...maybe he was a freak not boring!). Sure enough he had taken the bait and on Sunday had asked her around to his place with the promise of the best oral sex she had ever had. Poor bloke, he seemed to genuinely believe in his own prowess which was sweet but she had only found his offer mildly tempting and had politely turned him down. Even though he had attempted to persuade her that he wasn't looking for his one true love but wanted a 'friends with benefits' type connection she wasn't convinced and as she didn't want anything more than rampant sex had told herself that even though she would probably get around to fucking him just to see what Kiwi lovers were all about just like Dickens before her she did not have great expectations. It had not been until the Monday morning when things had begun to change. By the time she had seated herself at her desk, the usual pile of work rubbish in front of her and the lack of sex at the weekend getting the better of her she decided to message him and play with him online. This is what she was good at and she was used to having the upper hand with her cyber connections, teasing, flirting, provoking the blokes to prove their prowess. She saw he was online, tapped out a good morning and received the usual pleasantries in return. It was not long until the chat turned to the events of the weekend and as it did the conversation became a little bit more sexually robust. Her interest level began to rise. Here he was promising her heaven again but this time the straightforwardness of his manner and for the first time his naughty boy nature began to reveal itself. She felt a stirring in her crotch and realised with a bit of a shock that he was turning her on. She pressed him more about what he wanted to do to her. When he told her that he would happily give her oral without anything in return, even though she was bluffing, she couldn't resist stringing him along by announcing that she would accept that as a basis of their relationship. The funny thing was he didn't seem to care about his own needs, whatever they were and even when she said that if she had sex with him he would have to let her do it with anybody she wanted it didn't faze him. Without being able to resist any longer she asked him just how naughty he really was and the reply both surprised and (she had to admit to herself) slightly shocked her. He professed to be able to make girls squirt, something which she had heard about but never done herself. What's more he told her that he had recently paid an for her time and had so satisfied her that she had wanted more for free and thanked him for it afterwards. So far her experience of the guy had taught her that he meant what he said and the moistness between her legs and elevated heart beat began to get the better of her. She wanted him, then and there, unfortunately not possible as she was at work and miles away, but upon questioning found out that they could both meet up that very evening. The rest of the day passed in a haze of barely remembered work and the trip home was crowded out of her mind by the tantalising prospect of a guy who could indeed show her a good time. After she got home she texted him to expect her at his place around 9. During their daytime flirting he had told her to set aside a minimum of three hours if she wanted to be fully satisfied and as midnight wasn't too late to head the short distance home the timing seemed to work out. Having parked her car in his street she texted to say she had arrived and out he came to greet her, ushering her into his flat, as ever the gentleman, taking her coat and hanging it up. Having hung it up he turned to face her and for a moment their eyes met, glinting in the dim light and as he bent forward (he was a good 7 inches taller than her) and she reached up on tiptoes their lips met in the most passionate of kisses, their tongues twisting together in what became a tango of passion, darting in and out of each other's mouths, twisting , turning, their lips teasing each other by touching first one corner then nibbling on the other. He grabbed her hands, lifted her arms above her head and pushed her back against the wall so she could feel his solid body pressed close against her. They kissed for what seemed an age before he withdrew his head, smiled and gently began to kiss her neck below her ear, first just lips, then with his tongue tracing a delicate line down the side of her neck and back up again, stopping briefly only to delicately nibble her ear lobe. He pressed himself harder against her, rubbing his crotch hard into hers and she pushed right back, desperately wanting the growing bulge in his jeans to rub against her, by now, throbbing pussy. His tongue traced a fine line back to her mouth and once again their lips met in another frenzy of teasing and twisting tongues before he withdrew again this time kissing down the other side of her neck, nibbling her other ear lobe until his mouth descended down onto her shoulders. She had come dressed simply, clothes would only be removed this night so there had been no need for any elaborate preparations. His mouth continued onto her chest and as he reached onto her breasts she could feel her nipples start to harden. He let go of her still upraised arms and his hands slid down her flanks, her body shuddering at the firm yet gentle contact as they came to rest on her arse, one cheek in each of his large hands which he began to massage slowly. His lips passed slowly across the top of her left breast and over onto her right one. His hands working her cheeks, his body pressing harder against hers and she responded till the bulge in his trousers was right on top of her rapidly moistening crotch. Suddenly his lips came to rest on her nipple and even though it was through both her bra and blouse she could feel him suck it into his mouth, she shuddered involuntarily as he pulled the now erect tip as far into his mouth as her clothes would allow. He would have continued like this but that was not what she wanted and it took a lot of willpower for her to break free of him long enough to pull her loose blouse (she had picked it for the ease with which it came off) over her head, not caring that it fell to the ground. He smiled and before she could do anything further he actually picked her up off her feet, carried her to his bed and laid her gently down on it. She looked up at him and could tell that he liked what he saw, the cheeky glint in his eye, the look of passion written across his face and as he stooped down to work on her blouseless breast she closed her eyes and let the wonderful feeling of his lips and tongue, now separated from her fully erect nipples by just one layer of clothing, wash over her. He delicately pulled her right nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue around it in a circular motion and as he did so his left hand moved onto her left breast, mirroring with his fingers what he was doing to the other nipple with his mouth. His right hand started stroking her neck and was soon sliding down her side until he slid it under her and again began kneading her bum. Now he moved his mouth, kissing across her breasts until he was sucking the right nipple into his mouth and again tongueing and teasing her erection. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her whilst his tongue and then his hand worked her beating breasts. He slipped a hand behind her and managed one handed to unclasp her bra, he's had plenty of practice doing that she thought, and she lifted herself slightly to allow him to pull it completely off her before moving his mouth back onto her bare breast, once more kissing, caressing and then taking her left nipple deep into her mouth. She shuddered, releasing an involuntary jet of liquid from her pussy as he gently sucked her in. After a few moments savouring her left breast he moved himself from between her legs, sitting instead astride her left leg. He reached forward with his head until their lips met in another passionate dance of tongues and almost tonsils they went so deep. With placed his right hand on her stomach and began to move it down towards her crotch, wanting the feel of him on her she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to make it come closer, but he bypassed her quivering quim, instead sliding it down her skirt and onto her left thigh, which he firmly began to stroke in a circular motion. He broke from the kiss, and slowly kissed her neck, onto her breast, once again taking the nipple into his mouth as his hand moved closer and closer between her legs, pushing her skirt up as it went. His mouth worked its way onto her right breast and as it did so he pushed her skirt above her waistline, revealing for the first time her by now soaking wet knickers, which were only made wetter as for the first time his fingers teasingly brushed her pussy, but by the time she had tried to push back against him they were gone, circling this time down her other thigh. His mouth worked on her right breast and then nipple for what seemed an eternity before he slowly halted and moved himself once more between her legs. Then his mouth was on her stomach, kissing it, his tongue once again drawing a thin silvery line of moisture down her belly, around her navel and then sliding sideways until he was kissing down her bare right thigh, whilst his hand worked in a similar motion down her left one. Down the outside of her legs, across it and then up her inner thighs went both his mouth and hands until he reached just millimeters from her sopping panties. Teasing, turning, twisting his tongue towards the side of the cotton until she could bear the proximity no longer. Sensing her need his mouth slid onto the thin material his tongue now sliding on top of her throbbing pussy pushing the thin covering between her labia and at the touch she moaned, and pressed herself hard to meet his mouth. He kissed her through her knickers, until the mixture of his saliva and her moistness threatened to dissolve them and when he knew that she had had enough teasing he pulled them to one side revealing her deliciously wet womanhood. His tongue snaked out running up between her lips and for the first time onto her pulsating clit, twisting around it, flicking the tender tip and then, gently at first, but with increasing<b> suction </font></b>he pulled it into his mouth, sucking it like he had her nipples, twisting his tongue this way and that, all the while his hands massaging up and down her thighs. He was licking, sucking, pulling at her labia and bolt upright clit in a burst of passion and energy like she had never experienced but that wasn't what gave her her first orgasm of the night. He paused momentarily in his attentions to pull her knickers and skirt off her in one fluid motion. She lay stark naked in front of him, her beautiful black skin shiny with the beginnings of a passion sweat. He bent forward and was soon at work licking her clit, sucking it deeply into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing it and working his tongue in rapid circles around it and suddenly as he was doing this his right hand was sliding up her thigh, poised briefly at the entrance to her vagina and as he once more sucked her clit into his warm mouth he also slowly inserted his index finger into her wet and willing pussy. Gently and slowly at first he began to finger fuck her and lick and suck her clit and as he felt her hips start to gyrate beneath him both the motion and speed increased. Suddenly there were two fingers entering her, two lips pulling her clit into his mouth and the deeper and faster he worked the more and more intense she felt it , her head now thrashing about on his soft pillow and all at once she climaxed in the most beautiful orgasm, her juices cascading over his fast working fingers, adding to the wetness that tumbled between her thighs. But he didn't stop, in fact he redoubled his efforts with tongue and fingers, sucking fucking faster and faster deeper and deeper and her second orgasm was bigger than the first. Sensing that she had indeed come again he slowly and gently worked his tongue and fingers to a stop and knelt upright. She had teased him during the day that this was all she wanted but after the what had just happened she wanted his cock too. Game on... |
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