At last I am free - Sex Stories

At last I am free

... him. “I don’t want to have a relationship with you,’ he said. ‘I just want to fuck you up the ass.’ I didn’t respond to him, but I couldn’t help being titillated. I got chatting to three or four guys in their twenties and one nice old boy of 45 who wanted to lick me all over. He gave me the graphic business upfront and when he could see I wasn’t fazed by it, he rounded it out a bit and we discussed life and music and animals – he was a veterinary surgeon. His username was Slideshow Bob and his real name was Robert. The younger guys melted away after a few days, but Robert became my juice-creating buddy and I grew to like him a lot. After about two weeks we arranged to meet. He was slightly concerned about the age difference, which I found quite charming and a refreshing change from the stereotype of the older guy doing the girl a favour. So, the evening arrived when I was to meet Slideshow Bob and let him slide his cock inside me after I had bobbed up and down on it with my mouth – or something like that. That’s what all the porn stories said happened. My parents were away for the weekend, so I was free. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant, where I drank no wine, and then we went to his apartment. He was tall and not exactly muscular but strong. In the kitchen I relented and had a glass of white wine. We kissed and he put his long arms around me and lifted me clean off the floor, sitting me on the empty white kitchen table. Then he knelt on the floor and put his head ...

... between my knees, kissing my thighs. I was paralysed by lust and dread, which is a pretty powerful combination. “Lean back,” he said, and I obeyed, resting on my elbows. He stood up and wrenched my jeans and panties off, the string part of the thong rasping a little against my ass cheeks. He stood straight and removed his jeans and underpants, showing me a solid cock reaching for the sky in a thrilling way. He was unshaven and had a lot of black pubic hair, and his thighs and abdomen were hairy too. “Turn over,” he said, and again I complied. I was now on my knees on the table, naked from the waist down. He pushed my upper back so that I put my head on my arms and was open, displayed for him, and I could sense him just looking at me, looking at my body and my sexual equipment. He stroked my ass and put his thumb into my pussy. Then he kissed my crotch and began to lick my pussy. Suddenly he stopped and said, “Wait there.” I waited in that incredibly exposed, incredibly horny position and when he came back he had two cushions, which he placed under my knees. “Yeah, thank you,” I whispered, he grabbed me around the thighs and dragged me back towards him, then got his face in my crotch again and licked me like a dog. I found myself groaning with pleasure. “You like being licked?” he said, amused. “How about this?” With that, he moved up a couple of inches and began licking my ass. He wasn’t bashful. This man licked my innocent, untouched asshole like it was the most natural thing in ...