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My dating life had been like most people’s these days. I had cast my line repeatedly, caught a few, but had always tossed them back into the “plenty of fish” sea. Or I had been cast back by them.
Most of the women had done a decent job pretending to be the perfect catch for awhile. But then their insecurities, or their neediness, or their outright man-hating anger would slip through. No thank you, I can torment myself without any help.
Of course there were those who, good catch or not, tossed me back because of my faults. Some of which will become obvious.
Then one day I was in a coffee shop, one of those with comfy sitting areas, couches, cushioned chairs in nooks. I had just bought my coffee, had my book in hand, and was looking for a secluded spot to spend the afternoon reading on my day off. It was going to be relaxing.
I had just given up on one room and was turning to look elsewhere when a girl tripped over her own feet and collided with me, spilling my coffee down the front of my shirt and pants. I did manage to save my hardback, and not to curse her.
I was so intent on saving my book and calmly inspecting the damage to my clothing that I never even looked up at her.
She, however, was animated, “OMG, I am SO sorry! I am such a klutz… I’ll buy you another coffee. How do you take it?”
“Hot and black, just like my women.” In all honesty, I had never dated a black woman. It was just a rote smart-ass answer I had heard a million times because I did not go for the trendy coffees, just black, and preferably strong.
I was met with silence.
So I finally looked up. To see that my clumsy benefactor who was offering to buy me a coffee in apology, was the most stunningly beautiful black woman I had ever seen. With a body to match.
Now it was my turn to stammer in embarrassment. “Oh, shit, I apologize. I was just being a smart ass. I had no idea you were… uh… umm…”
She arched an eyebrow at me, “A what?”
“Umm… uh… I’m sorry…”
I could not find the words to unscrew myself. After letting me dangle in the wind for another couple of moments, she finally let me off the hook, laughing a laugh which melted my heart.
“Its okay, honey. It just shows you have excellent taste in coffee… and women. Why don’t you find us a place to sit, and I’ll fetch your coffee.”
Looking for a couple of seats together, I was chilled a bit by the wet clothing I now wore. I considered that I should go home and change but decided I would survive. I wanted to see that brilliant smile and those radiant eyes again.
When she found me, she handed my drink to me, then sat next to me and we began to chat. I had to wonder whether our little “meet cute” incident had been by design rather than happenstance. Naw. Why would a bombshell like that go out of her way to meet me?
I learned that her name was Katherine (Katie) and that she had one year remaining before obtaining her degree, among other things. She offered a couple of times to go on her way so I could return to my book, but my interest in the history of the Civil War was somewhat diminished for the moment. I learned that she was very witty and very intellectual… also that she understood correctly which space based sci-fi genre was the best.
By the time we were done that day, she had rendered me comfortable enough that I managed to ask her out on a proper date. I was beyond surprised, and elated, when she said yes.
And thus began a wonderful relationship, the best I had ever experienced. For the next few months, whether we were going to movies, the bookstore, the park, out to eat, no matter what, I enjoyed the hell out of her company. She seemed to feel the same way.
I began, against all reason, to think she could be the one.
Then one evening she had cooked dinner for us at her apartment. After eating we were cuddled up on the couch watching our favorite shows.
Katie leaned up and kissed me. “Josh, we need to talk.”
Aw hell. I knew it was too good to be true. She is not psychotic, of course she is gonna dump me.
I muted the TV and resigned myself to my fate. I tried to sound positive, “Sure, what’s up?”
She traced a fingertip down my chest, “I have really appreciated the respect you have shown me, sweetie. Most guys try to get in my pants the first date, but it has been months with you. I love that we have been able to get to know each other, but…”
But get out now, right?
“But that has only made me want you even more… I think its time we took our relationship to the next level. I need you to…”
I was scared and excited, “Make love to you?”
She smiled that bright smile, “I love the way you talk… I was gonna say fuck me silly… but yes, please make love to me. Unless you do not want to…”
She pouted, making a pretense that she thought I did not want her… which of course was crazy.
The raging erection tenting my shorts answered for me.
She stood, held out her hand, and led me to porno 64 her bedroom. Which I was seeing for the very first time.
Katie took the initiative and slowly undressed me, taking her time, caressing, and kissing me all over as she did so. Finally, she pulled my boxers down and made a “yum yum” sound as my tumescence bounced free.
I am no porn star, but I also have nothing to be ashamed of, either. I am above average in length and girth, and past lovers have exclaimed about the large, spongy flared head on my manhood. Evidently it hits all the right spots.
She stood. “Now you unwrap me.”
Good grief. The way she put things. Unwrapping a present is exactly what it felt like.
I removed her top, exposing more of the enticing cleavage of what I guessed were D cup breasts. I was practically trembling in anticipation as I unfastened her silky bra and let it fall to the floor.
Her breasts bounced and jiggled in their newfound freedom; her silver dollar sized areola topped by dark, erect nipples which cried out for attention.
My cock pulsed and expelled a dollop of pre-cum as I groaned. She was perfect.
Katie giggled in appreciation of my obvious appreciation. She pressed down on my shoulders to get me to kneel in front of her. She wriggled her hips in a silent invitation for me to finish unwrapping my gift.
I pulled her shorts down over broad hips and over a large ass (but not too large) that was a perfect bubble butt. I was in awe.
Then I pulled her lacy panties down, exposing the first bare shaven womanhood I had ever seen. Her chocolate nether lips were like satin, and they glistened with her arousal, the scent of which filled my nostrils.
Another pulse, another emission of pre-cum, another giggle.
Overwhelmed, I picked her up in my arms and lay her gently on her bed. I moved down to taste between her thighs. I am rather good at cunnilingus and believe ladies should ALWAYS cum first.
Katie tugged upwards at my arms, “Uh-uh, sweetie. I love you for wanting to do that… but I need dick…”
She rolled me over onto my back and quickly straddled my midsection.
She leaned down and kissed me. I returned the passionate kiss and soon felt her satiny labia enveloping my head.
I tried to say, “No… wait…”
But it was no use. She pushed down firmly, sheathing me into her body. It was the most divine, satiny, tight, emotional feeling I had ever known. She felt like… home.
As she slid up and down my phallus, I tried to think about anything but how wonderful she felt. Baseball… the engine specs for my dad’s ’63 Vette… math problems… it was no use.
“Ohhh GAWWD!”
My orgasm exploded and I was filling her with rope after rope of my semen. I convulsed in unwanted pleasure as my manhood satisfied itself, leaving her wanting.
She kept gyrating on me as long as she could, enjoying whatever she could until I went soft.
This is why I had reflexively begged her to wait. This is one of the faults we talked about at the beginning of our story. I knew what happened next. There were several variations on the theme. Screaming “loser” and storming out. Or saying it was not a big deal but ghosting me if I was stupid enough to call again.
But either way, it was over for me, the minute man. She would be done with me. The most wonderful girl I had ever met “needed dick” and I could not provide it.
I looked up to see what ending it would be. She was looking back at me sardonically, smiling, with that mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Then she raised up and without ceremony, without asking, slid up my body so that I was looking at her womanhood directly above my face.
I was looking at her amazingly beautiful mons, mocha colored with my milky white semen leaking out of it, covering her silky lips. I knew it could only be a few ounces, but it seemed as if I had just deposited gallons inside of her.
There was not the slightest hint of anger in her voice. No animosity. Not the slightest amount of cruelty. Only that sweet, loving essence of an angel. No judgement.
“Will you take care of me now, sweetie? You can go down on me NOW, if you want to…”
I had no desire to taste myself, especially having just cum. But yes, I DID want to pleasure her, to make her happy.
In answer, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that she was sitting on my face, and I began making love to her heavenly sex. I lapped and sucked my seed out of her as I suckled her lips and her bud.
She let out a surprised, “Oh!”
Her puffy, soft labia and her engorged clitoris felt and tasted so good that I did not even care about the taste and feel of my semen. I was in a delirious trance, thrilled by the response of her body to my attentions.
She was unintentionally fucking my face, meeting my assault upon her. She grasped my hair in her fingers and held on tight, pulling me more tightly into her.
I sucked each labia into my mouth momentarily, then Türkçe altyazılı porno drove my tongue as deeply into her as I could several times, eliciting a soft moan. Then I flattened my tongue and bathed her bud until she responded with several quick, sharp, “Oh… oh… OHS!”
I pointed my tongue and began lashing her clit up and down, back, and forth, then swirled it around my target repeatedly.
“FUUUUCK! YES! Don’t fucking stop!” She was crying out, gasping, and shaking as orgasmic waves coursed through her.
It seemed to last forever, which was fine with me. My cock was already hard again, I was fully enthralled by her unmitigated, sensuous ecstasy.
The crashing waves seemed to dissipate, and she noticed my erection was begging for attention again.
Katie rolled off me onto her back, “Fuck me… gimme that dick…”
I was eager to oblige and soon was between her thighs, driving myself into her while kissing her slowly. I tried to pace myself, knowing my limitations. I was using long, slow strokes and distracting myself by kissing and suckling her amazing breasts.
After about four minutes her breathing became labored as she built towards orgasm.
But once again, my trooper beat her to the punch. I groaned “nooooo” as I again filled her with my release, denying her a penetrative orgasm of her own.
Rather than become frustrated, she smiled at me again, placed her hands atop my head, and pushed me down to her sloppy nether regions. “Again, sweetie.”
I have always enjoyed giving head. But this was different. SHE was different. I felt I could stay between her thighs for hours, and I LOVED the way she came.
Katie apparently noticed it. “Oh, gawd, baby… I ain’t never had anybody so enthusiastic… who wanted to eat me like this… I am unnnnggghhh… cumming uhhhgain!”
I could tell it was entirely beyond her control when she clamped her thighs tightly to my head, using her lower body to draw me even closer while her fingers were intertwined in my hair. He sex practically throbbed in my mouth as her orgasms caused her entire body to quake.
I was beyond happy.
I stayed the night, and this scenario replayed three more times. In the morning, she kissed me goodbye at the door while she was still nude, leaving me with that incredible vision.
That night I texted her, asking if she wanted to get together the next Friday for a theater date. I waited for the obligatory excuse or to be ignored altogether. Why would a hottie like her waste her time with a guy who could not last in bed? At least she had been kind to me.
I had to read her reply a dozen times before I could accept it as real. In fact, I looked at it daily that week.
*Absolutely. Plan to bring your fine ass back here afterwards to spend the night again.”
After our movie and a bite to eat, we made our way back to her apartment. I was fine with chilling on the couch for awhile… I was certainly eager to make love to her again, but not eager at all to repeat my dismal performance.
But she would have none of it. Before I knew what was happening, she had me flat on my back on her bed, and was once again straddling me, mounted on my erection.
Rather than riding me steadily or pounding me relentlessly, this time she alternated between gyrating gently or simply remaining still and squeezing her kegel muscles.
It still took concentration on my part to maintain control. She felt so amazing. It was not just trying to remain calm so I would not orgasm, it was the instinctive impulse to hammer the hell out of her. I wanted her desperately.
After a few moments, I got my breathing and my thoughts under control. That beautiful smile and those bright eyes were looking down at me past those magnificent breasts. I looked up at her and asked, “Why?”
“Why what, sweetie?”
I tried to make sense, “After the other night, why are you still dating me? Usually when that happens, the girl is gone… why would any girl want to be with a…” I hesitated, unable to say it.
She was still smiling at me, not a hint of cruelty, but she finished the sentence for me in a most humiliating manner.
“A two-pump chump? A quick-shot? A premie? A minuteman? A premature ejaculator?”
I flushed crimson. I had to fight tears, hearing all the horribly insulting derogatory terms I had been called before coming out of the mouth of the first woman I had set my heart on in a long time. She knew. This second date since my catastrophic failure was not because she misunderstood the situation. Did she just want to humiliate me? But she still had that loving smile. I nodded, unable to speak.
She stopped her gyrations but remained posted on my erection. It occurred to me that there must be something wrong with me… I was intensely humiliated, but my hard-on had only gotten stronger. So apparently, I liked it. I think she made note of that also.
She lay down flat on my torso, her nipples pressing sex izle into my chest, placing us face-to-face. She kissed me before speaking softly.
“I’m still here because, unlike those other dumb bitches, I am not a fool.”
She smiled at the puzzlement on my expression, then continued.
“If life’s lottery gifted you the perfect car… or home… say a Mercedes or a Ferrari… and it had ONE thing… ONE… wrong with it. It was not broken, but just needed tuning… would you give the car back or toss it aside?”
I’m not stupid, but being so flustered, I did not see where she was going. “Of course not, I would fix it and keep it.”
She kissed me again lovingly, “Exactly. You are perfect to me. You treat me like a queen, you are kind and smart, you work hard at your job, so I know you will make our life easier. There are a thousand things I love about you. You waited for a long time before we made love. You are gorgeous. So, you and I are gonna fix this ONE thing that needs tuning… and I am gonna keep you forever… if you will have me. And in the meantime, you can take care of me with that magic tongue… do you really enjoy that as much as you let on?”
It was so much to take in. I was still coming to grips with the concept that she valued and wanted me. Honestly, it would take months, perhaps years, before I could fully believe that. But I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I managed, “I love you.”
Without hesitation she responded in kind. Wow!
She looked at me as if waiting, and I caught up to the fact she had asked questions. I answered haltingly, “I do love going down on you. I love eating pussy… I mean cunnilingus anyway. But you are fantastic. I could stay between your thighs for hours…”
Her eyes glistened, “I may take you up on that… I never had anyone who actually WANTED to do that before.”
I felt I had to add something, “You said you were impressed that I waited to try and fu… make love to you. To be perfectly honest, I wanted to, but I was afraid of scaring you off.”
She smiled, “I understand, and thank you. That is still impressive… you wanted to fuck me but didn’t because you were interested in spending time with me. That makes me feel good, too.”
She sat back up and began gyrating gently on me again. “I want you to tell me if you feel like you’re gonna lose it. Not just wanting to cum… but if you’re afraid you will.”
I nodded.
She brought me to the very edge, and when I choked out, “Oh… I’m sorry… I’m gonna cum…” she stopped moving on my shaft, gently caressing me with her fingertips until I regained some semblance of control. Then she began gyrating again.
She repeated this several times. My breathing ragged, I stammered, “I am so sorry, this can’t be doing anything for you.”
Still gyrating slowly, she spoke sweetly, “No, I’m not cumming… but I am very much enjoying this… we are connecting. And besides, once we are done with your exercises, you are gonna make me orgasm a LOT with that tongue. So, stop worrying about me… I will get mine.”
That comment, and our chatting about pretty much everything, even non-sexual topics, set me at ease.
After several more intense edgings, she asked, “Do you realize you’ve been with me for over an hour, and you have not lost it?”
“R-really??”
“Yep. I want you to cum in me now… don’t hold back… then you are going to clean me up and prove to me how long you can make ME cum…”
She began sliding up and down my shaft, and it did not take long before I groaned in pleasure and shot rope after rope of my seed into her. I trembled all over.
She again lifted herself up and lowered herself onto my mouth. I was elated.
I savored her like fine… chocolate. She was soft, smooth, and silky. She tasted wonderful, and I was so thrilled with pleasing her that I could easily accept the thick salty taste of my own copious cum oozing out of her.
She was as excited as I had been, so it did not take long for me to take her over the top. Within moments she was desperately clutching her fingers into my hair and thrusting herself onto my face. She cried out my name as her body trembled in orgasmic release again and again.
She fell to the bed on her back, and I followed. I returned to her font and tenderly made love to her with my mouth until she was ready again. Then I resumed my assault upon her clit until she was again screaming in orgasmic bliss.
I repeated this process until she pushed me away, completely spent. Then I held her in my arms, my renewed tumescence pulsing against her, until we drifted off to sleep.
I was in heaven.
Our relationship continued to grow. Her unobtrusive self confidence, her intellect, and her loving nature made me love her more and more.
And each time we made love, she continued the exercise where she would ride me slowly, lovingly to a prolonged completion. As time passed, I became less and less stressed. I became more relaxed with her, less worried about my performance.
The result was that my stamina increased.
Until the day that my sweet lover was able to ride me to a series of screaming, violent, ecstatic orgasms while I maintained a powerful erection. Until I reached orgasm only upon her command.
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