Bobby, my ex-boyfriend as of twenty four hours ago, had pissed me off one too many times. Now I found myself prowling my apartment in full want mode.
I needed a good fucking, not that Bobby had ever, and I emphasis the word 'ever,' had managed to achieve one with me. It's possible that he did with that slut Josie, but I'd rather think he was consistent and messed it with her as well.
I found Sam's number on my cell and called him. No fucking answer. I left a message: "Me horny ... you fix. Be here by ten, Marcie."
I rummaged in an old file cabinet and found a greasy scrap of paper with a phone number on it. I remembered that rainy night and the cab ride and the hot orgasmic fingering Dominic had given me, and the wet blow job I'd given in return.
That must have been at least six months ago. A lifetime in this town, and I'd never called him. I lasted another thirty minutes before my willpower melted and I picked up my cell.
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Dominic ... what can I say? He picked up just about where we'd left off, thirty minutes later, walking into my foyer, tossing his overcoat to the floor and lifting my skirt. Okay, I'd told him what I wanted over the phone, so I wasn't wearing panties or bra. His talented fingers went right to my overheated honey pot and I was squirting over the new carpet in less than a minute.
My legs felt like a Raggedy Ann doll's as he dragged me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the center of the bed and took off the remainder of his clothes. I lay like the limp thing I was after coming on his fingers.
Dominic was big. No, he was huge. I've sampled about fifty or sixty cocks, mostly blowjobs, and his was the biggest by far. I wanted to ask ... I wanted to measure it, but couldn't bring myself to do either.
I wasn't worried about taking him on --- I'd blown him easily enough that night in the taxi, and I was drenched down there, so... let's just say that I was more than ready to accommodate his size.
Stepping close to me, he took his cock in his hand and guided it toward my open mouth. I was so ready for what I knew was to come -- so fucking ready.
He allowed me to start slowly, taking just the head in my mouth as I massaged his balls. With ever deeper draws, I eventually took him in entirely; glowing with satisfaction at being able to deep throat him --- something I could brag about to the girls the next time I got drunk with them. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn't when both my nose and face wound up pressed tight against his lean belly.
He rocked there, pushing against the back of my throat. Tears spilled from my eyes and I could hear the sloppy 'Gluck-gluck' sounds of my saliva with each stroke.
We didn't have long. As much as I'd have liked taking my time with him, Sam returned my message with: "Okay, ten it is!"
That left Dominic and me about another half hour.
"You're a busy girl, Marcie," Dominic said casually.
