My black, Top Experience - Sex Stories

My black, Top Experience

... eyelashes.

Keep professional, keep professional, I told myself. Give him time before you reel him in.

"Ok, I think that's it for today," I said under my breath.

I slid past him as I made my way to the stairs downstairs and he grabbed my arm forcefully.

"What? You giving up so easily? No chase? No more teasing and flirting. I thought you were enjoying it. I must have been wrong."

"No, you weren't wrong. But we need to get the roles clear."

! moved nearer to him, chest to chest and reached up to stroke his chin and cheek with my thumb.

"You need to know that I'm a bottom. Always. Can you cope with that because it puts some men off."

Markie grinned and looked me in the eye. Fuck he was sexy.

"I'm sure we could make that work." He smiled as he spoke and his tongue licked his top lip as his teeth pulled on it.

"If you wanna try I'm all in," he said. "I don't want to turn down such a hot piece of arse." He pulled me close and grabbbed my bum cheeks. Then he held my gaze as he slowly moved his lips to mine.

He tasted adorable. So soft and tangy. And the smell as I got closer. Fuck, my cock was rock hard and I could feel that his was too. His hands roamed freely all over my body. I couldn't get enough of his touch, his muscled chest and thighs. He was rubbing my back and my bum and he reached a hand round to cup my cock. His fingers explored through my trousers and I could feel myself leaking. We staggered into the nearest bedroom.

With a firm, ...

... rough hand he turned me around so my back was towards him.

"Mmmm. I need to get out of these clothes," I gasped as I pushed away from him and sucked in some air.

"Good idea," he said and with one tug he pulled my trousers down to my knees where my firm, large calves held them tight.

"Love the jock," he teased as he smacked my bare butt cheeks. My red jock, a favourite with all the top guys at my local gym, was cupping my hard eight inch, cut dick and leaving my firm round buns on show.

He forced me to turn (fuck I love it when a guy takes control) and lower to his knees. I felt his fingers prod my cheeks apart and then the heavenly tickle of his rough stubble as he prodded with his nose and chin and tongue.

Fuck yes! I was in heaven, enjoying every lick and scratch and was soon crouching over, hands on the floor, watching his fingers as they groped my cock.

"Oh yes. Yeeeesss, " I moaned as his tongue found my ring and pushed and flicked at my entrance.

"Mmm. Mmnn. Oh Markie, don't stop. Oh don't you dare stop," was all I could coherently say. The rest was just moans and mumbles and I must have been so loud that we didn't hear the voice calling up the stairs.

"Hello. Is someone up there?"

We both heard the pounding as heavy feet climbed up to the first floor where we were, and just managed to pull away from each other and regain our composure, (me with my fly still undone and shirt tail flapping, while Markie had to wipe the mucus from his chin and ...