A Woman In Need Of Sex Pt 04

My mobile rang but I did not recognise the number, and it looked like it came from abroad, but I answered it anyway, expecting a scam.

'Hi Sally, it's Philippe, remember me?'

How could I forget the coloured guy with a cock like a tree trunk with whom I spent the night on two different occasions. It's a long story how I ended up in Spain having probably the best sex I had ever had, with a man I had never met, and then went back again with my friend Gill for a second session.

'Hello Philippe. Yes, I think I remember you' I say, laughing.

We chatted for a while and he tpld me that he was coming to the UK and asked whether I would like to meet up. My mind fleetingly went back to our meetings, and how he took me to heights of ecstasy that I had never been before, so I jumped at the opportunity of meeting up with him again. He gave me the dates and said he was flying into Gatwick, which was not that far from me, so I offered to collect him from the airport, and then also offered to put him up for the three days he was over if he wanted, and he happily accepted.

For the next couple of weeks I could barely stop thinking about the fantastic sex we had had together, and on the second occasion with his mate Raul. I also remembered (how could I forget!) that I was with my good friend Gill at the time, and we slept together after having been fucked by the guys.

The day finally arrived and I was at the airport in good time to meet the Malaga flight, and waited in the arrivals hall to see him emerge from Customs. As he appeared through the doors a shiver went through me at the sight of his big, dark, muscular body that I knew so well, so intimately. As we drove home, he told me he had given up the escort business, but had to come to London to see the guys who ran it, as they were being difficult about paying him the money he was owed.

By the time we got to my home it was evening and it was already dark. I resisted my basic desire to rip his clothes off to enjoy his manhood again, instead I put out the supper I had prepared earlier. As we ate, he told me that he had given up his escort work as it had become too demanding, and any pleasure had all but disappeared.

'Why did you call me?' I asked, 'as you must have met many women you could have called.'

'You were different' he said. 'Yes, there were many women, and they were all, well, mostly all, very pleasant, but they just wanted raw sex. You were different; you seemed to be looking for something more, and rather than feeling I had just been hired for one purpose, you treated me as an equal, something more like a relationship, but I knew I couldn't be that, but at the time it made me feel special, and I hope you got what you wanted.'

'I certainly got that, I told him, 'and you were always so good to me, so understanding and gentle.'

He knew that staying with me would involve sleeping together, and he continued 'since I gave it all up I have still been tested a few times to make sure I am clean, so we needn't bother with any protection if you like.'

That sent a thrill through me, as before he always had to use condoms, and I so wanted to feel him naturally, especially to have him cum inside me.

We finished our supper and took the glasses of wine back to the settee and settled down together. I let my hand fall on his thigh, and he looked at me and smiled and somehow it all felt very natural, as this was no longer a paid meeting. I was so excited with the anticipation of what was to come my body was already getting aroused just sitting next to him, feeling his body touching mine, the warmth of him seeping through my clothes. I could feel my breasts getting hot and my nipples were straining against the thin material of my bra, and were sticking out visibly.

I couldn't wait any longer and so we went up to the bedroom. As we got undressed, I was not at all as apprehensive as I had been before, rather I was thrilled, and my body was tingling all over. Without openly staring I watched Philippe get undressed, exposing his muscular brown body, and when he dropped his pants I could see the firm globes of his bum, but instead of turning around he went into the bathroom. I removed my underwear and felt my breasts, and sure enough, my nipples were protruding and hard; and then I felt down between my legs, I still had my bush but had trimmed it right down tidily, and I realised my pussy was already open, my inner flaps spread wide, and my crack all wet.

Naked, I followed Philippe into the bathroom where he was finishing washing. He turned round and I couldn't help myself but look down at his cock. Even though I often thought about it, I still marvelled at the beauty of it. The thick length of his dick hung down, swaying slightly as he moved. It was as big as I remembered, thick, long, dark brown with a shiny, slightly pointy helmet exposed by his circumcision, the marks of which showed like rings below the head. He had grown some pubic hair which was a mass of tight curls, either short or neatly trimmed, and behind his cock hung the long scrotum with his balls clearly visible.

He was looking at me in much the same way, and said 'you are still lovely, and in great shape' and with that he came over to me and as he kissed me, deeply now, our naked bodies pressed together, my breasts squashed against his chest, and I could feel his dick against my thigh. I put my hand down to it and held it gently, feeling it firm and warm in my grasp.

I pulled away and said 'give me a moment to get cleaned up and I'll be with you' and he went into the bedroom while I had a quick wash. I went back into the bedroom and there he was, lying in the bed, his lovely dark brown body lying on the white sheets, his big cock lying across his thigh, his balls hanging down. I wasn't concerned about that cock any more as I had been on the first occasions. It was big, even when soft, although it was never actually soft, and as well as being long it was also fat. When erect it must have been a good eight inches long, but I knew now that I could take it, but only after I was warmed up and ready.

I climbed onto the bed beside him and ran my hands all over him, enjoying the feel of his dark, muscular body, stroking his chest, pinching his nipples, and then I lent over him and opened my mouth over his, feeling his tongue enter my mouth as I did it to him. He was fondling my breasts and flicking the hard nipples gently, and I so slid one hand down his body, searching for his member. Unlike the earlier meetings where I was a bit reserved, I knew him now and wanted him; I had been waiting two weeks for this and in my state of heightened excitement I wasn't in a mood to wait.

My hand found his cock, still soft but noticeably growing, so I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked it, up and down, up and down, feeling it growing harder in my hand all the time. I disengaged my mouth from his and went down on him, at first just staring at the big, fat, black thing that I knew would soon be inside me, and then I lowered my head onto him and took his growing cock in my mouth. The head almost filled me, but I pushed down, taking as much of his manhood into my mouth as I could, which was little more than half. Greedily I sucked on him, feeling him growing in my mouth as I did so, until he was good and stiff.

I took him out of my mouth and looked at the monster pole in my hand, glistening from my saliva, feeling it pulsing in my grasp. I really wanted it inside me, but I knew I had to be very wet and ready, so I turned around and planted my pussy on his face and went back to sucking that big, black dick.

He went to work on my sex, gently at first, licking along my open crack, sucking my big flaps into his mouth, teasing my vagina with his tongue, and flicking it across my clitoris. I rubbed my pussy on his face, basically masturbating using his face as a toy, and he responded by working on my sex harder and harder, shoving fingers in my pussy and sucking my clit hard. When I couldn't take much more of that I turned around again and knelt astride his body.

I was on top, dominating him, but his big cock, so stiff and erect, was his power and he looked up at me and smiled, knowing he was in control, and it was me that was desperate to have him.

The time had come, and I knew I would have to go slowly, but I was ready. I held his hard cock and had to lift my body quite high, and then placed his cock-head against my open and sloppy vagina. Slowly I settled myself down on it, feeling my cunt being spread wide as he entered me. I paused with just his helmet inside me, revelling in the feeling of being opened fully that I remembered so well. Then slowly I settled down more, and as his cock-head pushed up into my cunt I could feel every inch, every ridge and undulation of it, as it stretched my cunt walls wide as it sank deeper and deeper inside me, I was so wet there was almost no resistance. No condom this time, just his hard, black flesh sliding up my white, creamy pussy. I came to a stop with as much of him inside me as I could take, although he was not fully in, but I knew that once we started to fuck I would be able to take more of him, and eventually all of it.

I rested, impaled on his rampant manhood, ecstatic in the feeling of having my cunt so full, so stretched. I could have sat on his cock like that for ever, but he grabbed my tits and started moving inside me. I leaned forward with my hands on his shoulders, and using my knees I raised myself up, feeling his erection sliding out until just his helmet was lodged inside me. Down again, and once more that incredible feeling of his cock-head pushing its way up my cunt, and so we continued, my movements getting faster as my cunt grew accustomed to his size, and the wetness of my secretions of pussy juice lubricated the action.

I pounded up and down, eventually all the way, so that I was bouncing on his balls as he thrust up to meet me. I looked down between my legs to watch his black cock sliding in and out of my cunt and could see it was liberally coated in my wetness which was smeared all over the place, matting his curly hair and mine.

I hadn't had a fuck for over a year, since I had last been with him, and my fingers and the vibrator were poor substitutes, so I wasn't going to take long to reach my orgasm. I tried not to rush it, to make our fuck last, but he put a hand down and started to play with my clit, rubbing it with the slippery wetness from my cunt, and that started my orgasm rumbling inside me. I wanted him to cum too and clenched on his cock with my pussy muscles, wanting to draw his sperm from him.

His playing with my clit was too much and the screaming nerves finally exploded, sending shards of lightning through my clit and my cunt and shot down my thighs and up to my breasts, and as it ravaged me I couldn't support myself and fell forward onto his chest, while my body was still jerking and writhing uncontrollably. Slowly I came down from the incredible high and wrapped my arms around his brown, muscular body, holding him to me tightly.

'Did you cum with me?' I asked breathlessly.

'Not yet.' he replied, 'We have time, and I want you to be fully satisfied. When you are ready, tell me, and I will cum for you,'

His hard cock was still buried in my pussy, and I moved to roll off him, but he moved with me and we ended up with me on my back and him on top of me. I didn't think I could take any more after that orgasm but I couldn't move under his weight, and as he looked down at me, I felt him move inside me, gently, slowly, just sliding his still erect cock with small movements in my wet pussy. I wanted to tell him to stop, but with the remains of my orgasm still tingling in me I just lay there. My pussy had contracted a bit after my orgasm and I was tight, or tighter, on his erection so he was very gently as he moved inside me,

The sensitivity from my orgasm didn't abate and went on sending little electric shocks through my clit and my cunt and I knew I would climax again and so I urged him on. He continued moving inside me, and my cunt opened up again making it easier for him, and the thrusts of his cock got more vigorous. With his body on top of me I was pinned to the bed, impaled on his stiff weapon as it drove into me.

I have always preferred gentle sex, but being dominated like that was exhilarating, and I revelled in the way he pounded me, hard and rough, his coarse, black pubic hair scratching at my clit as he buried his cock deep in my cunt, as deep as it would go, his helmet pushing against my cervix. I couldn't move, I had to take it, and I loved it, every thrust sending a shiver through me, feeling his big cock-head moving in my tunnel, almost pulling out, then sliding smoothly deep into me, and I cried out with the pleasure of it. The sparks in my cunt became more powerful, more frequent, and I knew I was on the edge again.

'I'm cumming.' I shouted, 'Cum with me, fill my cunt, I want it,' and with that he pounded harder, with long, deep, powerful strokes, and then he began to grunt each time his cock was buried deep in me. My body began to shake as my orgasm returned, taking over my body so I was no longer in control, no longer capable of logical thought. As I fell into the abyss of my orgasm my back arched and I cried out, and even as I did so I heard him shout and with one last, desperate lunge he buried his cock up me and I could feel the power of the pulses as he pumped his cum inside me. I could feel the quantity of it flooding my cunt, and there wasn't enough room for his cock and all his semen and it was forced out and ran down my bum crack. His body twitched and jerked on top of me as jet after jet of his sperm squirted frm him until finally he collapsed, spent, still buried deep inside me.

As I came down from the height of my ecstasy I revelled in the feeling of him on top of me, his spent cock still inside me, and I lay there basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, and the knowledge he had filled me, no condom this time. He opened his eyes and asked if I was OK, but I couldn't speak, and all I could do was to grin at him as I wrapped my arms around his brown, muscular body, totally satisfied.

We fell asleep like that, me in a blissful state, spent and satisfied. I woke early, and as I opened my eyes I could see Philippe lying there beside me, breathing deeply, the covers only partly over him, so I could almost see his cock. Gently I lifted the duvet and looked at the beast that had drilled me, as it lay on his thigh, soft but still long and thick. I couldn't resist the temptation to touch it, and ran my finger along its dark length, tracing the shape of the helmet at the end. His testicles hung down in his scrotum, now loose and long again, and as I felt his cock I saw his balls move in the sac even though he was asleep. I continued stroking him ever so lightly as he slept, his breathing not changing, and slowly the monster came to life. It stretched a little, sliding across his thigh, slowly getting fatter as it got longer, and started to stiffen up. I went down on him and ran my tongue along his growing cock, tasting the mixture of sperm and pussy from our fuck. He was almost hard, his erection standing up, the skin taut and his helmet all shiny and smooth as I licked it softly. He breathing became deeper and I wondered what sort of dream I was giving him as his erect cock pulsed and twitched in front of my face.

Finally it was fully erect, standing up stiffly, and I closed my mouth around the dark helmet, thrilled again by the feeling of having it in my mouth. As gently as I could I licked and sucked, loving in the sensation of his hard cock-head sliding across my tongue. More and more of him I took into my mouth, going slowly up and down, his helmet sliding all the way to the back of my mouth, but I have never done deep-throat and wasn't going to start with something that big, so I satisfied myself with sucking as much as I could into my mouth.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my pussy and I realised he had woken up while I had rather got carried away sucking his erection. I let go of him and looked up, but he told me not to stop as what I was doing was so good, so I went back down on him again, still with the light, gentle action. He had got two fingers into my cunt and was gently stroking my clit with his thumb as I sucked him, and it was making it difficult to concentrate on what I was doing. As I sucked his cock, my tongue touched slippery emissions from it as his pre-cum started to flow. I took his cock out of my mouth and wanked it slowly, making sure to rub the rim of his helmet, and watched as more clear fluid appeared from the eye, so I licked it off, loving the taste, and swallowed his cock again.

He was beginning to jerk as I sucked him and he told me stop before it was too late. So I sucked him harder, lashing his helmet with my tongue. Then I reached around his body and pushed a finger up his tight, black bum, and his frigging of my pussy became more erratic, his hips giving little thrusts as he groaned. Then he stopped playing with my cunt and fell back on the bed as I sucked harder and harder, grasping his balls in my hand, and with my finger sliding up his bum, teasing his arse.

His groans got louder, his thrusting into my mouth got more urgent, and his cock felt as though it got even stiffer, if that was possible, then suddenly my mouth was full of warm, sticky semen as his cock blasted jets of it in a rapid series of cum blasts, filling me up so I had to open my mouth lo let it run out, at the same time rubbing my tongue all over his cock-head, feeling the cum pulsing out of him. Slowly the powerful spurts subsided and I could feel the final dribbles running out of him as I continued to suck him, spreading the thick, sticky cum all over his cock before sucking it off. Greedily I swallowed it down, but there was so much it took two or three swallows before it was gone. When he was finished I let go of him and gently pulled my finger out of his bum.

I looked up at him and he was lying back, panting, with a satisfied look on his face, and then he opened his eyes and looked down at me, holding his cock, all covered with his spunk.

'Fantastic.' was all he said.

We stayed like that until he softened, as much as he ever did, and we lay there resting and chatted aimlessly, until he said. 'Do you still see your friend Gill?'

'You remember her do you?' I said,

He replied 'That is not a lady that you forget in a hurry!'

And that was certainly true, remembering the time four of us had sex together. Rightly or wrongly, I had not told Gill the he was coming over.

'Would like to see her again?' I asked him.

He looked at me questioningly, knowing what that would almost certainly mean and if I was seriously suggesting it. Too late I realised the implications of what I had suggested, but, lying there naked with Philippe, I didn't really care, so I said I would give her a call to see if she was free.

It had been over a year since our foursome in Spain, and then my night spent with Gill when the two of us had sex together, girl on girl, but we hadn't done it together since we got back. Maybe being at home it was different and it didn't seem quite right, although we were good friends and continued to meet up often. I wasn't exactly nervous about her joining us, knowing what would almost certainly happen, but having committed to it I admit that I was a little excited what might happen.

While Philippe went into London I changed the bedding because of the copious stains, and called Gill. As I thought, she jumped at the idea of seeing Philippe again and said she would be over that evening when he got back. When he got home, he was in good spirits as everything seemed to have gone well. He wanted to shower before Gill arrived so went upstairs. While he showered, I sat and watched him, resisting the temptation to get in with him, but just sat and admired his dark brown, muscular body, with his tight bum, and especially that swinging dick that never seemed to get any smaller, even though it was soft.