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It was a weird situation, to be sure. I had been playing on line—via an adult (pornography-oriented) website—with a number of women, generally just sexy banter, sometimes cybering or even phone-sex, and on rare occasions, an actual hook-up. One Thursday night I received an odd, but intriguing, private message:

“My boyfriend (Master) has invited me to come to his apartment this Saturday. It’s a long drive for me, so I was wondering if I could come to your place Friday night and stay over, so I can arrive when he wants.”

I knew the sender from her general presence on the site, and though we had interacted intermittently, this was our first direct contact. I reread the message. “Master,” eh? I guess she’s a little more kinky than I’d realised. Well, I thought, what the hell? I was always into getting together with my fellow perves in person, regardless of whether or not there would be any direct “benefits”. I messaged back; “Sure, I can put you up. Fill me in on the details.”

Her name was Jennifer and she lived in western Massachusetts; her “Master” lived in Queens and she knew from the website that I was in the Bronx. She didn’t say why he couldn’t see her before a specific time on Saturday, but she’d like to come down after work on Friday evening. It was all part of his plan, she said. I told her that it would be fun to meet up, but warned her that I only had a one-bedroom apartment. Not a problem, she said; she was supposed to seduce me—that was part of the plan too.

Needless to say, I was already seduced. I gave Jennifer my cell number and address for her GPS and she said she would call when she was nearby. She figured it would be eight o’clock before she arrived. Leaving the office Friday afternoon, I picked up a few bottles of wine; I thought I’d make a risotto and a salad. When I got in I jumped in the shower and did a quick shave of the balls and cock, then slide on some black button-fly 501s and a black T-shirt. I had just started the risotto when Jennifer called, saying she had found a parking space a few blocks away; I told her I walk to meet her.

It was a pleasant late-spring evening as I started walking down to where she said her car was parked. I picked her out almost immediately: short, a little chubby, but with massive breasts. She had a pleasant face, all smiles when she recognised me, with bright, fun-filled green eyes. “Hello, sexy,” I said when we were closer and opened my arms for a hug. “Good evening, Sir,” she giggled, keeping to a protocol I was only vaguely aware of, though betraying her lighthearted appreciation of the situation. This was going to be fun I thought.

“No overnight bag?” I asked.

“I have a toothbrush, deodorant and a vibrator in my purse. I’m a low-maintenance kinda slut,” she giggled in reply. “And some spare panties.”

I took her hand and as we strolled back to my apartment we exchanged small-talk about her drive down, impressions of the neighbourhood, etc. She was indeed short, a good head below me. Every time I glanced at her, I could see the dramatic cleavage between her massive breasts, straining against her bra a tight T-shirt. I’d never before played with such tits and could see they would be perfect to fuck. Sudden I felt a stirring in my crotch and was anxious to get the festivities underway.

When we got into my apartment, I asked if she’d like a glass of wine. “May I use the bathroom, Sir?” she asked. “I really have to pee.”

“First door on the left,” I said, pointing down the hall. I went into the kitchen to pour the wine. When she came back into the living room, she was topless. ‘Oh, that feels better,” she said. “It’s always the first thing I do when I get home, release the puppies.” She giggled again and I handed her the wine then leaned over to lick a nipple. “I’m glad they’re free,” I said; “they’re just too marvelous to be restrained.”

“Thank-you,” she said. “Sometimes they’re a real pain in the ass, but I’m used to it; had them since I was twelve.” It was difficult to get my lips around her nipples, her tits were so massive and firm—like nothing I’d ever experienced—but I found that by lifting them from below and supporting them in my hands, I could coax the nipples into my mouth. As I worked on sucking her, Jennifer reached a hand down to my crotch and felt my rapidly stiffening rod. “Mmmm,” she purred and began to undo my belt. “I think it’s time we get down to business. Sit down, Sir.”

I sat on the edge of the couch and Jennifer knelt between my knees and attacked the buttons of my fly. The jeans were relatively new and the button-holes perabet stiff; it took her a frustrating couple of minutes to release my hard cock, but once she did, she immediately grabbed the shaft and squeezed out a large dollop of pre-cum which she painted on her lips before sucking the head into her mouth. It had been a good while since I’d had a nice blowjob and I decided to just relax and let her do all the work.I pulled off my T-shirt and she gasped a little when she saw my nipple ring. She let go of my spit-drenched cock and knelt up to lick and suck at the ring, dragging her tits across my cock. “You’re a dirty boy, Sir, if I may say so. So fucking hot. Your dick is delicious.”

For some reason, the nipple ring really turned Jennifer on, and when she went back to bobbing on my cock it was with renewed vigor. She reached up and kept playing with the ring, fingering it and tugging on my nipple. Of course that was the reason for getting it, but it had never had such a dramatic effect on a partner before. I started to thrust my hips, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth, but she didn’t deter: she was deep-throating me like a pornographic pro. I was more than ready to blow my load down her throat, and I reached forward and grabbed her head in both hands, thrusting madly into her mouth.

“I’m ready to cum, baby,” I panted as warning. With her free hand, Jennifer cupped my dangling balls and ever so gently squeezed. I took that as encouragement to fire away—had she squeezed tightly, I’d have backed off, but she merely fondled and kneaded them as if coaxing the cum out.

To me it felt like a massive load being dumped down her willing throat. I bucked my hips four, five, six times holding her head tight against my groin. When I released my grip, she backed off slightly to let my cock slide between her lips, then lifted it so rested against her nose and went to work licking and sucking my ball sack. As my cock slowly went limp, the final few drops of viscous white fluid oozed out onto her cheek.

“That was quite a blowjob, baby,” I said. “Your mouth is a treasure.”

She giggled. “Nothing I like better than draining a nice hard fat dick. There was so much cum I thought I might gag!”

“But you didn’t spill a drop. Good girl.”

I raised her up to sit next to me on the sofa, and flicked the dollop of cum off her cheek and offered it to her to lick from my finger. “And you taste pretty good too, Sir, if I must say.”

Handing her a wine glass, she took a deep draught, leaving a few drops along her upper lip. I leaned over and kissed her, sucking her lips between mine before inserting my tongue in her mouth. As we made out, we fondled each other’s nipples, she still fascinated by the piercing.

My breathing had returned to normal and I stood up and packed away my cock and buttoned my jeans. “Hungry?” I asked. “I want some more of that dick,” she replied. “I think we can play again later,” I said, “but first how about some dinner?”

I went into the kitchen and Jennifer followed, still bare-breasted and apparently quite comfortable, without a hint of self consciousness. I have a typical New York style galley kitchen (that is, not much room) but I got a stool for Jennifer and we just chatted about this and that, crazies on the website, gossip about other posters, etc., while I made risotto a la Milanese. It’s not a difficult dish, but it is time consuming.

“So what’s the deal with you and the ‘Master’?” I finally asked. “Do you do this often?”

“Noooo, it’s actually going to be the first time we’ve met in person,” she replied. “You know, months of flirting, then texting and cyber-sex, phone sex and all, but this is the first time ‘IRL’.”

“‘IRL’?”

“In Real Life. I’m a little nervous about meeting him after all this time.”

“Were you nervous about meeting me?” I asked.

“Funny, but no. I guess there wasn’t as much invested in you. If you turned out to be a douche bag or asshole, no loss, right? But I’m happy to say you more than passed the audition.”

I smiled. “Well thank you very much. And you’re quite lovely too, for a cocksucking slut.” Jennifer giggled. She giggles a lot. I served up the food in the dining area and lit a couple of candles and opened a fresh bottle of wine.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said. “A girl could get used to this: wine, candles, a gourmet meal and a fat dick. It’s heavenly.”

“Wait until you see what I have planned for dessert,” I said. “It’s a surprise I hope you’ll like.”

We cleared the table and I stacked the dishes in perabet giriş the sink to work on in the morning after Jennifer left. She excused herself to the bathroom and when I came back to the living room, she was sitting on the sofa. She had removed her jeans and was only wearing a silky black thong. “Well,” I said, “this is very nice.”

I sat down next to her and we began to make out. Her hands went to my nipple ring; mine went down to her crotch. She spread her knees apart and I massaged her pussy through the silky fabric; she was already quite damp. As our tongues tangoed, I slid my hand down the waistband and slipped two fingers between her slick lips. Jennifer moaned, “Oh god, that feels so good—it’s been so damned long…”

Gently massaging her clit now, Jennifer frantically began undoing the buttons of my jeans. My cock was throbbing and oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. I plunged my fingers deep into her hole, rocking the ball of my hand against her clit. Finally releasing my cock, she swirled her fingers over my pulsating, cum-slickened head. “I need you to fuck me,” she gasped. “I want you inside me!”

I stood up and let my jeans puddle around my ankles. Grabbing her by the wrist, I brought her to her feet. “Bedroom now!” I barked and led her down the hall. At the foot of the bed we embraced and I once again plunged my tongue into her mouth and my fingers into her cunt. Her huge breasts heaved against my rib cage until I pushed her back onto the bed. I knelt before her and roughly tugged her panties off and lowered my face to her dripping snatch.

Jennifer yelped when my tongue found her clit. This was my favourite, I was now in my element, having complete control over a woman’s orgasm. My tongue swirled and darted over her clit and she moaned and trashed with delight. I reached up my hand and slipped two fingers under my chin and deep into her dripping hole. She raised her hips slightly, encouraging me to probe deeper and harder.

My tongue played over her clit again and again; I was forming the letters of her name, painting with my saliva, swallowing her cunt juice. It was like nectar, an aphrodisiac. I barely noticed how hard my cock was, but felt the profuse dripping of pre-cum on my ankles. Rearranging my hand, I inserted my thumb into her cunt, causing her to moan again and thrust at my face, feeding me her delicious pussy.

I removed my thumb from her dripping hole and immediately rammed it into her tight puckered arse. Jennifer screamed out and clenched tightly. I immediately felt a gush of warm fluid hit my chest and roll down my belly and between my legs. She’s cumming, I thought as her legs began to tremble, and I sucked her clit between my lips. “I need you to fuck me, now!” she yelled and I was ready.

Rising to my feet, I slid my arms under Jennifer’s legs and raised her cheeks from the bed, pulling her towards my throbbing erection. She was so very wet but surprisingly tight, and I went in her to the hilt with one frenzied thrust. Her legs had stopped quivering but she continued to moan and call out. “Yes, yes! Fuck me hard, fill my cunt! I want your cum in me! Oh, god! Oh fuck! Yes!”

I was pounding into her, grinding against her pelvic bone with every thrust. But me feet were losing traction on the slippery floor. I pulled out of her and barked, “On your knees, girl!” and she rolled over, arse up and face down. I got up on the bed and grabbed her hips to mount her from behind, once again plunging my rock-hard cock balls deep into her steamy cunt. I wished this would last forever, but I could feel myself getting close to climax.

Spitting on her arse hole, I slipped my thumb in again, and again I felt her tense. I raised one knee for better purchase and rammed my cock as hard and fast as I could. My balls were slapping against her clit with every thrust when I felt her fingers grab them. “You bitch,” I shouted, “I’m cumming!” “Yes, Christ, give it to me!” she cried. “Fill me! Please!”

The release was the most intense I’d felt in ages. It felt as though I was shooting quarts of sperm into her but I know that couldn’t be; mixed with all her cunt juice, we were both drenched. Jennifer collapsed beneath me, and I followed, both panting heavily, our skin slick with a sheen of perspiration. With the greatest reluctance I withdrew my semi-rigid cock from the ravaged cunt and rolled beside her. We kissed and her hand went down to grab the remains of my erection.

“You’ve got skills, Sir,” she giggled. “Oh my fucking god, you got skills.”

She told me that she perabet güvenilir mi orgasmed again when I shot my load inside her, which pleased me. She told me, somewhat sheepishly, it was the first time she ever came orally. She squeezed my cock of the last few drops of cum and wiped them on her nipple, which I gladly licked off. But by then sleep was rapidly creeping upon us and the next thing I knew, the rising sun was breaking through the window blinds.

I got up to pee and left Jennifer splayed out on bed, arms over her head and legs spread, a perfect St Andrew’s Cross, on her belly. After all the wine we’d drunk the night before, I peed long and hard. I went to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee when I heard Jennifer’s piss tinkling in the toilet.

“The Naked Chef,” she said when she came into the kitchen. She was nude too. “Did I mention how spectacular your tits are?” I asked. “Why thank you, Sir,” she replied with a little giggle. “And did I mention how marvellous your tongue is? Man, but you have some skills.” We hugged and kissed and I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch. Jennifer felt it too, as my erection pressed against her belly. She giggled again. “And your dick ain’t bad either.”

I poured out a cup of coffee for each of us and asked if she’d like some breakfast. “Actually, I’m starving,” she replied. “I’ll just run next door and get us some rolls. I’ll make you a nice pork roll, egg and cheese sandwich. It’s a New York thing.” “Alright,” she said, “but I have to watch my time. I need a shower too.”

“Okay, you jump in the shower and when you get out, I’ll have breakfast ready.” I threw on some sweats and a t-shirt and headed out to the bodega next door as she went into the bathroom.

“That was a great shower,” she said when she came back into the kitchen, wrapped in a towel. “I hope I didn’t use all your hot water.”

“Impossible,” I said, “we’re on a central boiler. Unlimited heat and hot water, included in the rent.”

“Oh, that’s nice. I would have stayed longer. Fuck, you could have joined me!”

“Now you tell me!” I joked, and she giggled yet again as I handed her a plate. “Here, eat. You’ll need your strength.”

“I know, I’m so fucking excited! It’s making me wet just to think about. I have no idea what he’s going to do to me.”

Jennifer finished eating and I took her plate to the kitchen and began to fill the sink to wash up. She came from behind and put her arms around me. “How can I thank you for such a wonderful night?” she asked. I turned around and pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She dropped the towel and fell to her knees, tugging my sweats down and began to lick the head of my cock. “One for the road,” she said, sliding my rapidly engorging rod between her lips. “You little slut,” I moaned, “such a great little cocksucker.”

I twined my fingers through her still-damp hair and gently rocked my hips back and forth as I held her head. Jennifer put on a full display of her oral dexterity, sucking and licking, even nibbling—now taking me deep enough to tongue my balls, next scratching her lower teeth against my frenulum. But I was impatient and growing frustrated: holding her head tighter, I began to thrust more forcefully, fucking her mouth. “Suck it, little girl. Get ready to drink my cum, bitch. You know you want it; all sluts need to get face-fucked.”

I tensed and the muscles of my arse clenched as my load burst into her mouth. The sensation was delicious; my eyes were closed and Jennifer pulled back, letting big ropes of cum splash across her face. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her lips and cheeks. “I’m a whore!” she cried, “a dirty little cum-slut! Oh fuck, I love your cock!” Then she sucked me into her mouth again to get the last precious drops of my wad.

Helping her to her feet, we embraced and kissed again. I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. Her huge tits were heaving and when I reached between her legs, her cunt was indeed dripping.

“I want to eat you again,” I whispered hoarsely in her ear as I fingered her clit.

“And I would love that too, you’ve got me so turned on, but it’s getting late. I should be going. I can’t be late for the Master. I can’t.”

“One last taste then,” I said as I licked her juices off my fingers. “You go get dressed and I’ll walk you to your car. That was a wonderful blowjob, and I won’t forget this weekend.”

I pulled up my sweat pants and watched Jennifer walk to the bathroom and when she came out I noticed she still had some cum on her cheek. I was tempted to try and convince her to stay, but thought better of it.

“You still…”

“I know. I’ll let Master see what a whore I’ve been.” We both laughed. And then I walked her to her car and she drove off. It had been quite a good get-together.

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