I Don’t Pick Up Guys At Bars - Sex Stories

I Don’t Pick Up Guys At Bars

... slowly ran his tongue up its length. Then, slowly and deliberately, he sucked it in and out of his warm mouth. He flattened his tongue against me, and rubbed it with the same rhythm that he had started before. I couldn’t help it, I opened my thighs as far as I could, allowing him free reign over my already vulnerable body. While his tongue continued to make love to me, he ran his hands up my body to my breasts. It felt like three people were in the room with me, there were so many sensations at once that I felt like I couldn’t take it all in. He withdrew one hand from my breast, and my disappointment quickly faded as I felt his fingers caressing my soaked hole. With agonizing slowness, he entered me, never stopping his tongue’s tireless rhythm. He circled my entrance with his finger and entered me again, beginning the fucking he had promised me. I could feel my muscles tightening, and I knew I would come soon. He sucked my clit even harder, nipping it gently and then kissing the tingles of pain away, all the while ramming me with three fingers of the hand that wasn’t tweaking my nipples. “Tell me how you feel, baby,” he said. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” I moaned. Feeling wanton and sexy and like I could do no wrong, I said “I’m gonna come all over your fingers. Oh God, you fuck me so well.” He moaned with my clit still in his hot mouth, and increased the intensity of the finger fucking he was delivering. It felt like every nerve in my body was ...

... gathering around his tongue and fingers. I could feel little spasms beginning in my stomach, and I nearly screamed out in ecstacy as the waves became more intense. Then, all at once, the strongest orgasm of my life rocked my body. I ripped my hands free and plunged my fingers into his hair, pressing him harder against my throbbing pussy. I could feel my thighs shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Abruptly, his fingers left me and he rammed his erection deep into me, burying it in my quaking hole. I could feel myself clamping down on his cock, and I pulled his wet mouth to mine so I could taste myself there. I plunged my tongue into his mouth again and again, matching his fuck rhythm stroke for stroke. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders, causing him to plunge even deeper into me, much deeper than I thought was possible. Every stroke caused a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more amazing, I could feel his cock hardening even more as he built toward his climax. I could feel my body responding and as the waves of my second orgasm began, he threw his head back and called out. He dropped his forehead to mine and allowed my thighs to slide down his arms to rest beside his. We were both breathing heavily; the smell of our sex filled the room. I looked into his eyes, and saw the same intense look he had given me before. Unsure what to say, exactly, I said simply what I was feeling.