Me and my Man

It had been five weeks, five long weeks since I’d seen him. Five weeks since I’d felt his lips on mine, since he had pulled me to him in a tight bear hug, five weeks since feeling his hard cock penetrate me. Five weeks since he has marked me as his own, leaving me full of his cum and covered in his scent.

I had a lot going on in August, some work trips and other responsibilities that kept me from having time to spend with him. We chatted on the phone almost every day, but of course it is not the same as spending time with him. He was good about the wait, mostly patient, but always asking if there was any way we could meet. I love how he pushes for us to be together, and it made me feel incredibly special that he was willing to wait. I couldn’t find any way around my schedule, but the day finally arrived, it was time to see him again.

I packed my bag and got in the car to drive to him, making the hotel reservation beforehand. I felt like I was going on a first date, trembling with excitement as I got out of the shower, nervously trying to remember what he likes. He called me once I got on the road. He says that once I’m on my way to him that I’m under his supervision, he feels responsible for me. He’s so sweet like that. The two-hour trip was a mix of loud hip-hop and pop music, interrupted by his phone calls to check on me. I made a quick stop to pick something up for him, something I remembered that he mentioned at our last meeting. During the ride he surprised me by telling me he was getting out of work early, we would get to spend more time together! It made me want to get there all the sooner, he’s just so good to me like that.

I got to the hotel and took care of all the normal things. Checked in, brought my bags up, showered, and got the room ready with towels, lube, and poppers all in place. I had just enough time to get ready when he texted me that he was on his way. As I got dressed to meet him outside, I slid on a pair of lacy black thong panties that I picked up on the way. As I pulled my shorts up over them and put on a polo shirt, I thought about how I’d never had the urge to wear women’s clothes before, but I would do anything for him.

I went outside to meet him, telling him that he looked sharp in his dress shirt. He grabbed his bag out of his car and we started upstairs to the room. With every step I could feel my heat rising for this man, anticipating holding him, feeling him again, it had been so long. I slipped the key card into the lock and pushed the door open, we both quickly put our things down and locked in a passionate kiss. He pulled me close to him as a reached up and ran my hands through his hair, our kisses hard and soft, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. As I reached up to match his tall height, he suddenly he picked me up, surprising me with his strength, thrilling me to be so completely in his arms.

He set me down and his hands moved down my back, reaching beneath the waistband of my shorts. When he reached the lace edge of the panties he stopped, knowing that is not normally what would be there. He pulled out of our kiss.

“What is that?” he said.

“A surprise for you.” I replied.

He smiled and I reached over to start unbuttoning his shirt, which he pulled off and neatly hung on a nearby chair, exposing his manly chest covered in dark fur. He did the same with his pants as I pulled off my shorts and shirt. He stayed in his grey boxer briefs, me in just the panties.

“Nice choice.” He said, looking me over.

He gently pushed me to the bed, laying me down on my back as he climbed over me, resting his body on mine, owning me, showing me that I belonged to him. I went crazy, happy to be under him like this, running my hands over every part of his body that I could get to, wrapping my legs around him. He continued to kiss me, and as he moved down my jawline, he changed to little nibbles that turned into biting as he got to my chest. I held him tightly as he continued to give me those little bites that he loves so much, feeling happy to be in his arms, happy to be owned by him.

As we were locked in this position he raised his hips, clasping my hand in his before guiding it down to feel his hard cock straining through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. He was pointed straight out, just about fully hard. I stroked his cock, coming to rest by rubbing my fingertips over his cock-head. We continued to kiss and feel each other’s bodies during this, and eventually he reached down again, using his thumb to pull the waist of his shorts down, his cock springing from its prison. He raised off me just enough to give me a look, I could see the swollen head and the hard shaft leading down to a base covered in dark hair.

I reached up and pushed against his chest, my signal asking him to roll over onto his back. He did that, holding on to me, using the fact that he is bigger than I to pull me along and over him. We locked in another kiss, while I slid to rest beside him, moving down to plant kisses on his chest, followed by his tummy, then reaching the prize that I was looking forward to, his hard, pulsing cock. I wetted my lips, ready to take him in, opening my mouth to take the wide, flared head in first. I moved down the shaft, taking its slight curve in as his cock moved farther down my throat. I bobbed up and down on it, taking a little more in each time. It was then that I felt his hand move to the back of my head, encouraging me to reach the base of his cock and take it all in. As I got close to fully engulfing him in my mouth, I felt his hand no longer encouraging but change to forcing me to take him fully. My nose was pushed into his scrotum as I finally reached the bottom, taking all of him in me. I gagged a bit as he gently slapped my throat to loosen me up before I pulled off to take a big breath, bucking against his hand that held me there.

I dove back onto him, and we went back and forth for a while as he pushed me down and held me on him, me pulling off when I couldn’t take anymore. At one point he pulled at my leg, his signal to straddle him so he could rim my hole and open me up, but that leads to penetration, the ultimate goal. I wasn’t ready for that yet, I wanted more time feeling him, touching him, talking to him, playing around with him. I pulled off his cock one last time and turned around on top of him, face to face. We locked in another kiss as he pulled me tightly to him, my left hand clutching onto his chest, my right hand behind his head running through his hair. I made soft moans as he kissed me, lost in how amazing, how wonderful it was to make love to this man, to touch his skin, to feel his hot breath against my neck, to rub our beards together cheek-to-cheek. All the while his cock was nestled in by butt-crack, a reminder that more was coming.

I pulled off the kiss and raised his right arm, exposing his slightly damp hairy armpit. I dove in, licking and kissing, rubbing my skin against him to cover myself in his scent. He smelled intoxicating, rich and manly. Once I had cleaned his right armpit, I motioned for him to raise his left arm, repeating on the other side, drunk on his man-smell, owned as his.

I moved back around, my mouth just above his cock again. This time I straddled his chest, feeling his hands running along my inner thighs as I did. The two us getting in position for a hot 69 where he rims, and I give him head. I reached down and held his still-hard cock, just about to plant the first kiss on his slit as I felt the tip of his tongue start its magic dance against my boy-pussy. He had gently pulled the thin black strap of the thong away from my pink hole and was working me open. I felt him alternate between licking and probing into me with his tongue, filling me with pleasure. I continued to work his cock, up and down, with occasional stops to kiss it, to worship it, to get it ready for the fucking to come.

I felt him pull his face from my hole and he moved his head to the side, biting me at the bottom of my cheeks as he loves to do. Gentle bites at first but getting harder as our 69 went on. As he moved back to my hole, I felt him work his finger in, then use both hands to pull me open as he drove his tongue further into me. I couldn’t suck his cock any more at this point, I was lost in the feelings he was producing at my back door. I was ready for him, hot for him, wanting to submit to him. I raised off of him and turned around.

“Are you ready” He asked as he patted my butt cheek

“Yes” I breathed out, badly wanting him inside of me right away.

“What position?” He asked.

“Doggie-style” I replied.

It had been five weeks since I had taken dick, and when he’s fully hard his is a monster with its wide head and thick girth. Doggie helps me open up to take him all the way. As I moved into position at the edge of the mattress, he got off the bed and stood on the floor. I pulled off the panties, and grabbed the lube and small brown bottle, handing the lube to him. He squeezed some lube on his cock, then more in his hand to place on my entrance. As I bent over, I felt it’s coolness as he wetted me up, and I twisted the cap off the bottle of poppers, taking a long hit. I heard him move close, felt his cock-head against my hole, felt the pressure begin to build as he began to slowly push his way into me. I lowered my head into the bed, assuming the face-down position that he likes, as he took his time pushing into me. Gently, but with force to show me that I was his, that I needed to do what he wanted, that he owned me. As last I felt his hips against me, I knew he was all the way in and I let out a long breath. He held himself there for just a few seconds, then, as always, he began his familiar rhythm, in and out of me.

“It feels so good” He said, just above a whisper.

“Fuck me Daddy.” I moaned

He continued to push and pull, grabbing my hips as he fucked me. Any pain I experienced subsided as he slid in and out, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slowing down because he knew that’s what I like. He pulled all the way out and plunged all the way into me, teasing me, showing me how my ass made him happy. I raised my torso off the bed, moving up to meet him in a sideways kiss, his cock buried deep in me, his tongue exploring my mouth. While making little fucking motions he grabbed my chin, bringing my face closer to him as he used his fingers to force my jaw open and spit into my waiting mouth. He was a sex monster, unleashed after so long waiting, and I wanted to give it all to him.

I asked if we could change positions, I so badly wanted to see his face as we had sex. He agreed and we moved to missionary, me on my back at the edge of the bed, he standing on the floor ready to plow me again. As he stood there, hands on his hips, with his face full of expectation, I was reminded of his inert sexiness, how he exudes manliness and power. He moved closer to me and I felt his cock, hard and ready, against my hole. The first push was easier this time, I was ready to take him now. As he started he was rough, forceful, taking the pleasure he wanted. I could tell this was going to be rough and I wanted to serve him, to be his fuck-toy. He drove himself hard and fast into me, with a wild look in his eyes. It was all I could do to hold on and take a hit of poppers every now and then to stay as relaxed as possible.

After a while he slowed, playing with my hole, diving deep into me then pulling out completely and repeating over and over. He spit on his hard member to give me more lube and started the hard fucking again, holding my legs out in a V shape to my body, using the grip to keep me still and give him the best angle. He commanded me to place my hands above my head, exposing my armpits. He later told me this was an act of submission to him, of me giving myself over to what he wanted.

After a bit of this I needed a break. I could no longer feel my legs and my hole felt like we had fucked for a solid day with no break. He agreed and pulled out of me, making his way to the bathroom. I tried to stand up but couldn’t, my legs wouldn’t hold me up. This man was an animal tonight, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I half fell on the bed, ass up, lying across the bottom edge. I could hear him peeing and cleaning himself off in the bathroom, thinking he would allow me a half-hour break so I could recover a bit.

I was wrong. As he came out of the bathroom the sight of me, ass up, was too much for him. I felt him reach between my cheeks to touch my tender hole. I raised my head as he did, his touch, as always making me want more of him, and he wanted more of me. He continued to massage my entrance as he reached over to get the lube. I felt him move over me to straddle my thighs as his cock came to rest between my cheeks. He pulled them apart so he could see my pink hole, ready for him. I heard him spit and felt the warm liquid as it hit me, then his hand came to rest beside my head as leaned his torso forward. I reached my hand back to guide him in, grimacing at the burst of pain that quickly subsided as he pierced my hole yet again. He leaned forward onto me, causing the fire within me to reignite as his skin touched mine. Slowly he began to move in and out, bucking his pelvis against my backside. I could feel his warmth against me, feel his chest hair on my back as he tenderly made love, enticing me to give myself to him. I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, allowing him to go deeper as he settled into a rhythm we both wanted.

It was here I felt the beginnings of a prostate orgasm. Ae my feet began to tingle, and a warmth began radiating from my prostate I leaned into it, grabbing his wrist with my hand to signal him not to stop. He increased his pounding tempo as I relaxed, letting the warm feeling wash over me, an intensity coming along with it that made my breathing short and shallow. I lost track of thought, only aware of him above me, his cock inside me, and the warm, intense feeling coursing throughout my body. As the feeling began to subside, I turned my head over to his hand, planted on the sheet beside me. I covered it with kisses, grateful that he gave me this rare pleasure. After that all I could do was lie on that bed, moaning softly as he continued to pound me, now seeking his own finish.

As I regained myself, I pushed my ass up, making it easier for him to fuck in and out of me. I raised my body to push against him and realized he was looking at me in the mirror on the wall across from the bed. We held eye contact as he fucked me over and over, pushing me down into the bed as his thrusting got harder. I leaned back down to stick my ass up again as I could feel the change in his pace. His movements were getting more frantic, they had a purpose. That purpose was to flood my insides with his white hot cum, he was approaching the end. I felt him speed up, his breathing getting more ragged, his hips bucking against my ass. I felt him push in one final time, driving me hard into the bed.

“AAAAARRRGGGGGHHH!” He expelled as he came in me, resting his body on top of mine.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” He kept saying over and over as he kept filling me with little spurts of cum. After the intense fucking and prostate orgasm, it was all I could do to lie underneath him, loving the feeling of him on top of me, of his cock still pulsing inside me, knowing that he gave his cum to me.

After he regained his breath he rolled over, allowing me to move and plant kisses on his chest and neck, rolling myself in against his sweaty skin. I laid my head on his chest and we both laid there for a while, regaining breath and strength after the most intense fuck session we’d had.

Later on we decided to take a shower together, something we do when we have the chance. As we stayed under the warm spray he held my body against his as he used his finger to probe my entrance again. I rubbed my cock and came that way, pressed against his warm, hairy, wet body while he held me. It was the perfect ending to a magical time together.