Me and my Man: Chapter 12

The events here are true, though placed in a different order to make the story flow better. This all happened over a 14-hour period that started with an afternoon meeting and lasted until we separated the next morning. I think we were both surprised at the intensity of our time together, and how much we discovered that was new, especially the toy and our simultaneous orgasms.

He was pulling me into him, his hands gripping my hips as he plowed his hard cock into me doggie style. His tempo increased and his breathing became ragged as I could tell he was getting closer to his climax.

"Poppers" He commanded

I reached across the bed to the little brown bottle, handing it to him over my shoulder. He stopped his fucking and I heard him unscrew the bottle then take two quick hits. I made little bucking movements with my hips, relishing this brief time that I was in control. I held my hand out to take the bottle, scoring a couple hits myself as he began to move his hard cock in and out of me again. I tossed the bottle to the side, lowered my head to the mattress, and perked my ass out for him. His fucking became more intense, the goal was close. We rode the poppers high together as he slammed my ass into his hips, his cock fully inside me before he brought it almost all the way out. Over and over, faster and faster he moved, the feeling of my hole bringing him to climax.

"Uuuggggghhhhhh!" as he came in me for the second time, resting against my ass as he did.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." He said over and over as he bred me, filling me up again, making little movements to feel the pressure against his relieved cock. He lowered himself onto me as I lowered myself onto the bed. We lay that way as he got his strength back, and he started rubbing his skin against mine, transferring his sweat to me, marking me as his.

He rolled off to the side, gently pulling out of me as he did. As we lay there, lost in the afterglow of glorious sex, he stretched out his arm and I felt his hands brush against the fine hair on my ass. Next, I could feel his fingers probe my entrance, sensing the warm wetness he left there. As he pulled his fingers out of me, I wrapped my hand around his arm and brought his hand to my mouth, licking his fingers clean, wanting every bit of the cum he gave me, not letting it go to waste. We repeated that action a few more times, he would reach into me, then I would bring his fingers to my mouth to savor his cum once more.

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We were meeting again, driven by our lust for each other's bodies. Driven by our sexual connection, the satisfaction that we only get from each other. I was waiting for him, face down on the motel bed, wearing only the jockstrap that he gave me, the air conditioning cool against the skin of my bare ass. The bedside table held all the supplies, a new bottle of lube, the poppers that we like to ride together, a towel, and a new toy I had picked up while we were apart. I was freshly showered and ready for him, ready to be made his, ready to serve him, ready for a long and rough fuck.

I heard him push against the door to the room and I peeked my eyes slightly open to make sure it was him. He stood there, tall, handsome, dark and commanding. Wearing his typical work clothes, dress pants and a button down, he came across as serious and in control. I closed my eyes again as I heard him move across the room and felt him press his knee into the edge of the bed as he viewed my body from above. I felt his hand brush against my ass, followed by the glorious feel of his tongue as he began to lick down my crack followed by gentle bites as be moved across my ass. His hands moved to either side of my butt as he pried my cheeks apart and I felt his tongue begin to lick against my hole. He probed my boy-pussy for just a few seconds before I felt him pull away and stand up off the bed.

As he began to place his things down in one spot of the room, I moved off the bed and stood up next to him. He tilted his head towards me, and we met in a kiss, an act that was both natural and erotic, the fire between us begun yet again. We kissed as he unbuttoned his shirt and I pulled at his belt. He draped his clothes over a nearby chair as I placed small kisses across his shoulders. As he turned around to meet me in another kiss, he placed a hand on top of my head, pushing my down to kneel in front of him, his hard cock pointing straight at me.

He held my head just out of reach of his cock, it was fully hard, staring me in the face, its slight upward curve apparent as it poked straight out of the dark hair that surrounded it. His flared head reminded me of the feeling it gives as he first enters me from behind. As he held me just out of reach, he slapped my chin, the signal to open. As I held my mouth open, he pulled my head towards him, forcing his cock all the way down, slapping my jaw to force me to loosen up. He allowed me time to adjust to his wide girth before forcing me all the way down onto him, holding me there until I gagged on it. He released me for a little bit, allowing me to bob up and down on him at my own pace before he grabbed my head in his hands and forced me all the way down again. I felt his cock-head pressed all the way in the back of my throat, filling my mouth and blocking my airway. My eyes started to water as he held me there, bucking little movements into me. He was being more aggressive than ever before and I wanted it, to take everything he had to give.

He pulled me off his cock forcing my face up and open, spitting into my waiting mouth. He then pushed my face down, beneath his dick and into his ball sack. He raised one of his legs to rest his foot on the bed as he did so, allowing me better access as I licked and kissed his scrotum, breathing in his smell, relishing how he was using me. He didn't keep me there long, continuing to push me down and back, under his legs, forcing me to squat underneath his massive frame where I was now facing his glorious ass. With one of his hands, he pulled his ass cheek to the side, and with the other hand on the back of my head he pushed my face into his butt-crack, allowing me a rare treat, to lick my Daddy's hole. I relished in his taste and smell as I licked and probed with my tongue, working my way around his sphincter.

"Where is the thing you bought?" He said as he released his hold and stepped away from me.

"Here" I said as I stood and picked up the toy from the bedside table.

The previous week I was in an adult toy store I had not been to before. While I was exploring the shelves I came across this toy, a simple silicone sleeve, about 6 inches long and the circumference of an average cock. It was smooth on the outside and the inside was filled with small ridges and dots. It was mean as a masturbation toy, but when I looked at it I thought we could both use it at the same time. His cock would enter one end, and mine the other. I didn't know if it would stretch to fit both of us, but I would soon learn it would allow us to play a few different ways.

He laid on the bed as I kneeled across his legs, our cocks hard and touching as I lubed up the inside of the toy. I first worked to slide it down his dick, it struggled over his wide head but made it all the way down, he smiled as it went over, the good feeling obvious on his face. I brought the sleeve up and half off of him while I slid my own dick in the open side. As I did, I could feel the ridges inside and it felt great, especially against that sensitive spot right under the cock-head. Our cocks met in the middle, head against head. Mine pink and equal in size to my shaft, his slightly darker and larger, standing out against his rod.

It took us some playing around to figure out everything that we liked. Holding our cocks still while we moved the sleeve up and down, pressing our heads together in the toy, even stretching the toy to slide our dicks side-by-side. One of my favorites was to insert so our heads were overlapping, then turning them round and round, under and over each other. Through this sleeve I could feel his hardness another way, and he said it was another way that he could connect with me, I always love when he wants that connection.

We changed positions, moving to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I was kneeling on the floor. This face-to-face position allowed us to jerk the sleeve back and forth while still kissing and touching each other. We took turns jacking the sleeve, each enjoying the rhythm the other used. It did not take me long to feel the cum rising. He could see it on my face, could hear the change come over me.

"Cum" He encouraged.

And cum I did, filling the sleeve with my white fluid. We both watched as his cock-head became surrounded by my cum as I held on to him for support. As I felt the last spurts leave me, he started moving the sleeve up and down, using my cum as his lube. I gingerly pulled out of the sleeve; my dick too sensitive to take much more. He laid back on the bed, where I moved next to him, using the sleeve to jack himself off, cumming soon after I did. I watched him fill the sleeve with cum too, and after he fully finished and slid it off for one final time, I licked the cum combination off his head, savoring the taste of us together.

We laid on the bed together, getting our breath back after an intense frotting session. I laid my head on his broad chest until we both got up and cleaned off. We laid back down on the bed, chatting about our day and various things going on in our lives. We started by lying next to one another, as I ran my hand though his chest hair. He pulled me to him, playfully tickling my ribs as he did, causing me to giggle and squirm away from him. As I moved back, we spooned, my smaller frame tucked against his larger one. He draped an arm across me and as we talked, I placed little kisses on his hand, wrist, and forearm. It wasn’t too long before I could tell he was ready for round two, his cock was growing hard where it had been nestled between my cheeks.

I moved to take his hardening cock in my mouth once more, giving him a blow job is something I never get tired of, I consider it a privilege to feel and taste him this way. As I was positioned over him, he pulled at my leg, the signal to straddle his chest so he could open me up. I long for this every time he does it. He is a master at rimming and showed me his best today. Starting with simple licking he moved to inserting his tongue into my hole, prying my cheeks apart so he could dive further in. All the while he was alternating with taking small bites down the sides of my ass, something he loves to do. He says I have great skin for biting, and I love being reminded that I belong to him this way. As we 69’d he spoke:

“Stop giving me a bj so you can focus on the rimming.”

Fuck. What a man. I raised up off him so I could lower my ass and enjoyed the workout he was giving my hole, feeling his tongue as he entered me each time, the little tickles it gave my insides starting to light me on fire for what was to come. I dove back onto his cock, bringing him to peak hardness.

“Are you ready” He asked

“I am. Do you have something for me?”

We’d talked about this though the week, I knew he brought something for me, something we hadn’t tried before. He slid off the bed to this collection of stuff and rustled a plastic bag. As he stood there, getting his sweaty gym boxer briefs out of the bag I knelt in front of him once more. As I opened my mouth an slid his member into me, he wrapped his sweaty shorts around my head, blocking my vision and filling my nostrils with his scent.

Fuck again. I worked that cock like a starved man who had just tasted food. Smelling him, feeling his hard cock in my mouth, knowing he was standing above me, I felt like I was on a high. It only got better as he pulled me to my feet and led me to a doggie-style position at the edge of the bed. I still had his shorts wrapped around my head and couldn’t see anything, but I could hear him, and feel him rubbing his cock-head up and down my crack, teasing my hole. I was wet from the rimming he gave me and I heard him spit onto my hole, just to make sure we had enough of his natural lube. I reached over to grab the poppers and took a quick hit just as I felt him press into me. Just before he stared to enter, he reached to my head, took his sweat-soaked shorts off, balled them up, and shoved them in my mouth.

There was a flash of pain as he made his way in, it’s always an adjustment taking his wide cock. He was patient, he’s always good to me that way. He slowly made his way all the way in, and when I felt his hips against me, I knew he bottomed out, his beast of a cock buried in me. He placed a hand on my back as I lowered myself to the bed and started his normal rhythm. It felt so good to have him in there, right where he belonged.

We stayed like that for a while, he would change his pace or bring himself all the way out and dive back in. He would grab my hips to keep my still then pull me all the way onto him, driving his full length into me. He was aggressive, yet tender, taking what he wanted but always making sure I enjoyed it to.

I raised my head and asked through the sweaty cloth if we could change positions. He said we could, so I moved to lie on my back at the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor, towering above me, holding my ankles as he played with my hole again, rubbing his cock against it, teasing it and not letting it have what it wanted. Finally, he pierced my entrance again, holding my legs out on a V shape and plowing into me rough and fast, working his way to his climax. HE reached down to push the boxer briefs back into my mouth, owning me while he did it. He took what he wanted, but after a few minutes I spoke up, removing his shorts.

“Can we go slow?” I asked.

“Sure, baby” He replied.

As he slowed down, he moved towards me, using his thighs to push me farther onto the bed, making room for him to lean over me while he was on the bed too. He let go of my legs and placed his hands on the bed on either side of my chest. I wrapped my legs around him and reached my hand up to run it over his chest, feeling the tight muscle as he pushed into me. I was curled under him, level with his nipples. He moved his face down to me and our eyes locked together. I could see his pleasure, his focus, his intensity. He reached down, meeting me in a deep kiss as he continued to slowly move in and out of me. It was sensual and romantic; out of the whole world it was just the two of us making love as one being.

We broke the kiss, and he stretched out above me again. I began to feel a change, a warmth was spreading over me, and I lost all feeling in my feet and lower legs. It was an unexpected pleasure to feel the prostate orgasm take over my body and as I leaned into it, I could feel a change with him too. His breathing had changed, his thrusts were becoming shorter and faster. He was reaching his climax as I reached mine. Our bodies and minds were so connected at that point that our orgasms fed off one another. He moved quicker yet more fluid until he surprised me:

“Mmmmmggggghhhh huh” He gasped as he filled me with his load.

He pumped into me, making those final thrusts as he filled me with his cum. The warmth of my orgasm left me as it was replaced with a feeling of relaxation and complete mindlessness. I watched his face as he continued to scrunch it up every time another spurt of cum left his body and entered mine. I could do nothing, lost in the afterglow of my orgasm and happy to be his cum-dump again.

He laid down on top of me, kissing me as he did, holding his cock inside me. We broke the kiss and he gently slid out of me, adjusting himself to cover me completely. We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, both of us recovering. I was happy to have him on me, enveloping me, and to have his cum inside me. Eventually he rolled off me and we both cleaned off.

We laid together for a long time, enjoying each other’s bodies, naked under the sheets. We chatted about us, what makes us work as friends, what we like about each other, resolved a couple small conflicts. We try to take care if as much as we can when face to face, it’s easier to understand the other person’s body language and chat through difficulties. We probably chatted for an hour or so, until he surprised me by guiding my hand to his cock again.

He was ready for a third round, something I did not expect but was happy for. I pumped his cock up and down as he slowly got hard. I prepared for another bj but before I did, I leaned over, lifted his right arm and proceeded to lick and kiss his sweaty armpit. Once I had that one cleaned, I moved over to his left and did the same thing. I was covered in his smell by this time, and I moved under the covers to give him another bj, bringing him to full hardness and ready for another fuck. We started right away in doggie position, he was standing on the floor, I was on the bed.

“Look up” He said.

I hadn’t realized we were positioned so we could see each other in the full-length mirror just beyond the bed. He looked amazing, fierce, and powerful, pounding away at my ass. He was watching my body as I served him, and I loved every moment. He was pulling me into him, his hands gripping my hips as he plowed his hard cock into me doggie style. His tempo increased and his breathing became ragged as I could tell he was getting closer to his climax.

"Poppers" He commanded

"Uuughhhhhhh!" as he came in me for the second time, resting against my ass as he did.

He had to leave to take care of things, so after showering I said goodbye. I would see him in a few hours once he was free again. He left me his used boxers, and I slept with them curled in a ball pressed to my chest. I smelled him all night long and was reminded of the amazing time we just spend together, by far the most intense and satisfying sexual experience of my life.

by Jstar

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