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Missing Time

Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: , Source: LushStories

moist wetness of her naked sex as his fingers parted her silky entrance spurred him on. In the shadowy low light of the cab, he revelled in the sense of danger as he fingered her cunt. He checked his wallet; the reassurance of finding enough cash in his wallet was palpable. As they turned into another street, he recognised where he was. He could kiss the ground with gratitude. He handed over a crisp note, “Please keep the change.” “Cheers, Merry Christmas. Mind, you’ve ‘ad your fackin’ present early eh! Eh?” To the sound of the cabbie’s dirty laugh and the clattering engine, the cab pulled away. He turned to walk up the short path to the block of low-rise flats. Holding hands as they fell out of the cab, the sound of the door slamming shut. Stopping to kiss, kissing passionately feeling the cloying pillowy softness of her full lips. Dark shadows concealed them, the pressure of her hand on his stiffening cock conveyed her intent. Clasping her breast, feeling its firm springiness, her hand violated the insides of his trousers seizing his hardness. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The remainder of Saturday was a total loss; nothing could abate the thumping in his head. After a long shower, he sent Stella a nonchalant text and received a nonchalant text in return. Appended with a kiss and a smiley face, he shied from approaching her with the gory details of their night at her flat. Blurry, somewhere, not sure where, he was with Stella. “So how about it, you and me? Y’know, more ... than just fuck buddies?” He squirmed that he had revealed his hand to her, drunk and vulnerable. To compound his misery, he could not remember her answer; he could even remember where he was. He resolved to being in her flat and probably close to passing out with exhaustion. He slept for much longer than he was accustomed to that night and that customary full hardness of his cock was there as he awoke. His body had lost most of its aches and pains. Standing before him striking a pose, her body encased in fine lingerie, his eyes drinking in the erotic vista of her exquisite body. The heft of her full breasts confined in black lace, the taut curves of her body and the bite of her suspenders belt into her feminine hips. Perched on the bed and erect, she straddled him and pushed him with her hands. Crashing back into the soft mattress, she took him in hand to guide him into her wet folds. Watching as she engulfed him slowly, his eyes closed as she rode his hard cock with an assertive firmness that made him flex inside her. He held his cock to gauge its steely hardness and grasped it; it felt sore which alarmed him. He never needed to recover like this before. Whatever Stella had done, she had done it with a violence that was alien to him. He opted to abstain; he felt no sexual frustration and no need for release. He hoped for a repeat performance and he swore that next time he would be ready for it. In the bathroom mirror, the mottled welts on his neck had faded a little but carried ...