He managed to take a long lunch and by chance I had an early afternoon. I rushed home in record time, consciously making an effort not to get too excited, my knees growing weak and the need between my legs growing stronger at each red light. I could feel myself throbbing and I started to pant a little, my breathing growing deeper, animalistic.

As the door closed behind him and he stepped into my home I still glanced around as if some watching eye followed him in. All at once my my mouth was on his, his warm thick tongue in my mouth, licking my lips, sucking me into his mouth. I rubbed myself against him, blindly search for his dick; I wanted to feel it get hard against my stomach.

I could feel the warm wetness between my legs, coating the thin lace thong i was wearing under my black tights. I wriggled against him and kissed his warm neck, smelling his man smell, making me wetter.

He suggested we smoke a joint and while we carefully smoked under the kitchen fan he playfully grinded against my ass, lifting my skirt up, admiring my red lace thong panties. I wanted to stretch this feeling out as long as possible, the feeling of him wanting me so badly, the teasing and play but I couldn’t help but whimper and suggest we go upstairs.

My bedroom was full of light, and lying in bed he soon pulled off my skirt and slip, leaving me in my tights and camisole. ‘All black this time’, he said, ‘so sexy’. I let him lift my legs up over my head to better see my ass and pussy through the black tights. I knew the red panties and my delicious white ass all against the semi-opaque tights looked good; I admired myself in the mirror far too long that morning, touching myself as I got ready for work, imagining this very moment.

I sat up smiling to suck his dick. Oh, to suck his dick. The very best part, to kiss and lick and worship his wonderful dick. Long. Thick, Thicker at the head and tilting to the right. Thick and hard and perfect and I want to suck his dick.

He pulled down my tights just enough, just around my ass, just enough to be a little nasty as I work on his thick, hard cock in my mouth. I love to look up at him through the top of my glasses, my hair in my face, and smile as I lick his thick cock with deep, flat strokes of my tongue.

He’s playing with my pussy, stretching the thin strip of cloth covering my slit, rubbing his fingers around my pussy lips, dipping his fingertips almost but not quite into my warm, slippery hole.

I force his dick deeper down my throat. I want to feel it against the back of my throat. I want to gag on the his thick cock. He starts to grab the back of my head, guiding me deeper and deeper on his dick I feel it push back deeper than before hitting the very back of my throat. His hands securely hold my face against the base of his cock. I can’t move; I submit to him face fucking me, my ass in the air with my tights pulled down around my hips. His hands are in my hair, around my throat, holding me tight. ‘Yeah’ he grunts’, ‘Kimochii’, he says, thrusting against my face. Each thrust pushes farther back and I happily gag on his monster cock, doing my best to suck on it while my eyes tear up and saliva and precum coat my mouth and chin.

Finally he pulls his rock-hard dick from my mouth. My hair in my eyes, my mouth sticky and wet, I ask him to to put his dick in me.

‘You want me to put it in?’ he asks, rubbing his cock against my wet panties.

‘Yes. Please’. I look at him begging, whimpering, loving this submission to him, loving to need his dick like this.

He pushes the thin piece of lace covering my swollen pussy to one side. He never takes off my panties and today is no exception. I feel a nasty, slutty thrill as I pull my panties to one side to accommodate his throbbing dick.

I can feel the head of his dick rubbing against my wetness, rubbing against my slippery, rubbery clit, my warm pussy lips, my the soft spot between my ass. He taps his dick on my ass, moaning a little as I wriggle under him, waiting for him to put it in. He likes to watch me like this I think, waiting and being good before he gives me his dick.

We fuck for a while, my legs up over my head; my legs pressed together so I can feel every inch of his hard cock slid against my clit; entering me from behind, my head bumping up against the headboard. He grabs my thick hair and pulls my head back, growling appreciatively. I concentrate on that spot deep inside me, he’s hitting it with every thrust, pushing me closer and I bear down wanting to release a deep wetness. I want to squirt all over his dick and I can feel something start to give somewhere deep inside. I feel my juices dribble down the insides of my thighs, coating his dick, make a delightful squishing sound as he continues to thrust in and out. I whimper and inch forward on the bed. Time for a break.