Another weekend and I set myself to the usual night out. Same bar, same friends and same drink. The evening followed its normal course, a little boring to say the least when I decided to go outside for a smoke. While having a puff, standing there I felt someone watching me, I turned to see him standing there, also smoking. He was far enough so I could pretend not to have seen him. My mind was boiling, him, I felt my body responding to all the images of that night. I finished my cigarette and passed by him, still pretending obliviousness. I went back into the bar and tried to act naturally and be indifferent to his presence. Again I could feel him watching me and it made me crazy, I could already feel my panties getting wet.
Suddenly his hands were on my waist and the whispered "hello" makes me shiver. I replied and without much further ado we were kissing again. He soon asked me out of all that cacophony. We got into a taxi and went to his apartment. During the trip I could feel his hand running through my thigh closing in to my pussy, I had mixed emotions, excitement and fear, fear that the driver would notice how vulnerable I was. We entered the building and I knew the way up to number 14 would be filled up with hot making out. Still inside the lift he pulled up my dress and got me moaning with his fingers deep inside of me. We got into the apartment and he led me straight to the bedroom. I got inside. He locked the door, hid the key and, smiling, said: "no escaping now my little cunt." He undressed me harshly, holding me down by the hair to kneel before him. With a slap to my face he commanded me to blow him and make it as good as I had at that night. I promptly obeyed running the tip of my tongue once again over every inch of that cock, then sucked it earnestly. He throat fucked me again bursting tears from my eyes at each stroke. Every time I made to stop I got a slap on my face, so much so that already my threats became deliberate just so I would keep on being tormented with that heavy hand that made me so horny. When satisfied he threw me face down on the bed and I got to feel him inside of me. At every thrust I raved on and on, I kept on groaning and mumbling only.
All of a sudden he pulls up my hips, leaving my legs apart and wide open fully exposed. I was expecting even stronger thrusts when I am surprised by his tongue exploring my pussy, deliriously; snaking inside he invaded me with his tongue. Enraptured with all I was surprised once again: his tongue was now exploring my ass, and I felt it on my butthole; it was a mixture of novelty and sexual frenzy. I moaned louder and he broke into my bunghole; then I heard him say, softly as always: "today, like the good little cunt you are, you're gonna give me your ass." This time I was resistant and shook my head, but simply with a look and barely a word he overcame me. I felt him slowly coming in, my sensitive snugly ass holding on to his cock and then breaking out. I could feel him moan and after many thrusts, much slapping and pulling of my hair we both came, he buried in me and I on the tip of his fingers.
The night went on with even more lasting orgasms until we fell asleep. Waking up, still without any sense of time, I decided to awake him in an unusual way. I crawled under the duvet and started giving him head. Still sleepy, he just relaxed and gently fondled my hair. After a good few minutes I could feel his milky jet in my mouth and, as a breakfast starter, I gulped every little drop. Once again we parted without exchanging phone numbers, we did not need ties or links; we lived the nights as they were given us. I never met him again.
But he made an impression in the story of my life, my dear pioneer of my salacious nature, he left me something valuable: this self discovery, that I could not be fully satisfied if not by the voraciousness of the wolf, without claws over my skin. I found out that I wanted to be the lamb and my search was just beginning. I did not know by then, however, how far this conscious insanity would take me.
