Sod The Roses - Sex Stories

Sod The Roses

... came about after a night with a certain guy called Jack. We met him a few weeks ago after much protest from me - simply because he reminded me of one of my exes. After the other two timewasters dropping out and he becoming our only choice...

Well, it turned out to be the best night in a very long while. (I've written about him in my previous story, will write about him in a series, and he will probably become one of our new regulars.) Sometimes, the best ones are the ones you normally wouldn't go for.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, so hubby chose this guy for the Valentine's Day meet; let's call him G.T., which is the initials of his profile name. I did ask Quinn to show me pictures of him, and once again, I wasn't too happy; he was not my type at all. But instead of turning my nose up, like I usually do, I shrugged my shoulder and said, 'Whatever'. It was his Valentine's Day wish, after all. I didn't know anything about G.T. at this point. If Quinn had told me what he was, I wouldn't have been on my account trying to find someone better. And did I? Did I fuck. A thirty-four year old six foot four bi dom god. With a fucking cock piercing! Who 'loves and specialises in couples'. What??? Which planet did you say? I was literally soaking my panties just looking at his pictures and reading his profile. Then we started talking filth, and I was like, 'I'm gonna die if I can't have this one'. I slutted to hubby and begged him with not a speck of shame left in me. But by that ...

... time, it was all set up with G.T., and it would have been nasty of us to pull out because of that.

Well, Mr Darksoul33, do not disappear on me! I'm begging you on my hands and knees, kissing your feet. Next time!

Isn't it a bit rich of me to trash red roses and consumerism when I consume men this way? Bad kitty! Needs a real good spanking; you do!

Be careful what you wish for, though.

Because then, a few hours later, G.T. showed up, and after a brief initial chat about likes and my preference of being called 'kitten', I found out that he is also both bi and dominant. And though, still not my type, he was not bad-looking either. The new set of eyes I suddenly looked at him with sparkled like the Hope Diamond in the soft glow of the TV, playing porn that no one was interested in.

Oh, and let's not forget that not only he was hot, really polite - asking for limits and likes but he was also packing a fucking space rocket. When he told us, "I need both of you filthy sluts on your knees sucking me," I was losing my mind already. He never stopped talking smut, which drove me insane in the best way possible. He was just on and on and on and on and on and on about how I 'need to take his full length' (impossible!) and how I 'have to gag on it' and 'try harder'.

"I can take a long one or a thick one," I giggled when he let me come off it for a few seconds, "when it's both, then we have a problem." They burst into a fit of laughter at that. The amount of thick saliva I was ...