I have my own blog. Alas, the following material isn't something I want some of my readers to see. The owner of this blog is one of my best friends. He is letting me post because I need to share.
I wanted the title to make reference to the first time I fucked a fan. But, he is more than a fan… and it was one of the most orgasmic experiences of my life. This is a true story.
I wait for him at a coffee shop. I read a paper and drink water.
Nervous, I try to keep myself from looking up at every movement, every shadow.
Ours was a virtual introduction. I receive many emails… but this one caught my eye. It was ambiguous and simple, sweet and interesting and I was hooked. I couldn't even really tell you why. I didn't even know the sex of the author. I just knew I was intrigued.
There was a week of constant emails and IM's… one phone conversation. It was frantic and exciting.
I was completely infatuated before I even knew what he looked like. I saw his picture… and my stomach tightened, I couldn't stop smiling and my pussy was instantly wet. I wanted some.
Now, I wait… hoping to god the attraction is the same in person. Is this a date? No. It's more like, an appointment… for sex. I know what I want… I know what he wants. We want to fuck. There is no time for anything else; you see… there are spouses. This is elicit, illegal, immoral… and erotic as fuck.
I stare at my newspaper, trying to absorb the slightest piece of newsworthy information… and I'm lost. Ill. Excited. Then, there it is. His presence. I look up and smile and stand to offer a hug. I am most definitely attracted. It's fucking on.
We stand in line to buy coffee. We are planning to chat a bit.
Not much is said before he puts both hands on my face and says "Lets just get this out of the way"… then his lips are on mine… his tongue is touching mine. I'm on fucking fire. My cunt is aching to be touched by him. Just him.
We sit down at a table, his knee touching mine. His hand on my leg. There's obvious chemistry. I can't stop looking at him. He's fucking fascinating. His words… his face, his body.
We decide to walk around a bit. He pulls me into secluded spots… kissing me, teasing me. He knows how bad I want him and he makes it worse. We walk more, find another spot and he presses me against the wall. "I can smell your pussy from here" as he slides his hand into my pants… rubbing my wet slit.
I can't take it anymore. I need him inside me. On me… I want his cock in my mouth. We make arrangements to meet at a motel not too far away.
On the drive over I keep thinking about how he'll fuck me. I get wetter and wetter. I'm throbbing. I'll probably explode the second he touches me.
We unlock the door and step into our room… then the frenzied kissing begins. He pushes me into the wall, tongues touching, he's grinding into me. I'm panting like a fucking desperate whore. I don't even remember the clothes coming off.
I'm laying on the edge of the bed… knees pulled up to my chest. He's kneeling between my thighs, licking me. Fingers inside, pushing me open… knowing how to fill me up… I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm going to cry. Then I feel another finger slide into my ass. Fuck… he's so hot.
He's rough. I need it like that. I move back onto the bed and he climbs up over me. I ask him to fuck my face. I can't use my hands… He's over me… cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat while he looks down at me.
He wants me to cum… he lays between my thighs and licks my clit… fingers me gently… and then he starts nibbling… and I explode when he bites my clit. It's pain… pleasure pain. My hips come immediately off the bed.
Now, it's time to fuck. I'm a slut. I like getting fucked… I like getting my ass slapped and being called a whore. Especially with strangers who make my pussy so wet I hardly know my own name.
The condom is on… and he's on me. In me. The rhythm of his hips is perfect. His cock is fat and it fills me. He knows how to use the short strokes… he knows where my gspot is and he fucks me hard. I cum again… all over him. He doesn't want to come yet, but he has to.
Oh wait… there's more. We lie naked, in recovery. Talking. No worries, just lust. Just lust. Time goes by and we're ready for more.
He's the master. I do as I'm told. He puts me on the dresser, leaned against the wall, my thighs pressed into my chest… and he's fucking me. I can see it sliding in and out. He kisses me. He's rough and that turns me on. He puts his hand on my throat, I feel my pussy contract. This position is precarious, dangerous… we move to the chair.
He sits… I ride him. Hard. Porn star. I grind my pussy onto his cock like I'll die if I stop. He watches me, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples… The way he looks at me. The quickness of my orgasm catches me off guard. 2 orgasms is 'multiple' for me. This man, he knows my pussy- I cum for a third time. I cum hard and shake. My legs get weak and I collapse on him.
He's ready… he takes me to the bed. Tells me to get on all fours and then he takes me from behind. Slapping my ass harder and harder as he fucks the hell out of me. I want him to cum. I want to be the cause of this mans orgasm. I want him to want me as bad as I want him. I don't cum from behind. I don't know how. It doesn't work. Yes, girl… it does now. Fuck… Me… Not fair. There is no build up… it's just there. Hard and quick. Number 4.
Son of a bitch. This can't be a one time thing. I need this. I just need this.