A Sense Of Touch: Intensive

A Sense Of Touch:

About a week after my incredibly exciting encounter with Marie and Jessica, I received an interesting text on my phone one morning which simply said. 'Meet me at the coffee shop, any lunchtime this week.' It was straight to the point, and it had been signed: Ms Terry, which amused me, just a little, since I knew it was from my beautiful, 'mystery,' lover. The one who had declined to give me her name, because she thought it was a little bit more, 'dirty,' and exciting to have sex with someone who was nameless.

She promised she would tell me her name the next time we met, but truthfully, given the circumstances of our first meeting and sexual encounter, I half expected never to hear from her again. However, here she was, setting up another meeting, and I have to say I was looking forward to seeing her, hopefully for more of the same.

I glanced at my wrist watch, it was just after 11am. If I left now, I could be there by 12.30pm I thought. 'Why wait I reasoned?' and so I pretended I wasn't feeling well, signed out of work, and drove home. I drove back into the city, sticking to the speed limit, and parked the car in my driveway.

I lived near the city centre, and despite being so close to the centre it was actually a quiet residential area. It helped that it was a, 'dead end street,' or what the French and Brits call a, 'Cul de sac,' so there was no constant movement of traffic passing through, plus the old solid, granite built houses were well insulated from the noise of the traffic a few streets over in the centre. I've heard it described as an unexpected haven of tranquillity in the centre of the city, but of course that was by an estate agent, well known for their flowery description of property. I liked it though, and that was all that counted to me.

After parking the car, I went into the house just to quickly check, tidying a few things away that I had carelessly left out when I left for work earlier. I wasn't expecting company when I left the house that morning, but I thought I'd probably have it anyway once I met her, and if things turned out right she'd be coming back here with me.

It didn't take me long; I'm a fastidious kind of guy by habit and I keep on top of the cleaning anyway. It didn't take long and I soon left the house satisfied with its appearance to the casual observer, and walked into the city centre to the coffee shop where we had originally met. I didn't see her at first, but as I entered the shop and stood there looking for her, she waved at me from a table at the back of the shop. 'Clever girl,' I thought, 'staying out of sight from passers bye on the street.'

She was married, she had told me as much, and if it hadn't been for her husband not turning up to meet her on the day we met, we wouldn't both be here now. That's what happens sometimes, just little things that divert our paths and channel us in directions we would never have thought of, presenting us with opportunities that would never have happened otherwise.

I walked over to her and she stood up to kiss my cheek in greeting, just like an old friend might do.

'Mmm... you're keen,' she said smiling at me. I raised my eyebrows in silent query. 'Coming to meet me on the very first day,' she explained. 'I thought maybe it would take a day or two to reach you, but here you are. I'm so glad,' she added, and I laughed lightly.

'Me too,' I said, 'but there was no way I was going to leave you waiting for me here on your own. After all,' I joked, 'look what happened the last time you were left waiting for someone. I didn't want to take the chance that you might go off with someone else again.' She rolled her eyes, and laughed.

'Okay, okay,' she laughed, knowing I was teasing her about how we met. 'I can assure you right now you that won't happen again,' she said, 'that was some kind of mental aberration. I don't normally do anything like that... like this,' she corrected herself. 'When I think about it, I'm still amazed about how it happened, it was completely out of character for me.'

I told her that I was happy she had developed a mental aberration, and I was delighted that I'd been there to take advantage of it. In my own mind, I was hoping that her mental aberration as she called it, may not need any chemical stimulant or encouragement now that she had already become my lover. While I was thinking that she continued to explain her unusual behaviour to me.

'I've never done anything like that before,' she assured me, 'but I was mad at him, and there was some king of almost, how can I put it... some... almost magical... some strange... instant sexual connection... well I can't explain it any better that that. Did you feel it too?' she asked. I nodded my head.

'Oh yes,' I agreed, 'when I was sitting at my table before we spoke for the first time... well... I just couldn't keep my eyes off you. I wanted you right from the beginning,' I admitted and she seemed to like that if the huge smile that she gave me was anything to go by. Of course, it had been the absolute truth. I had chosen her right from the start, after all she was simply gorgeous.

'So, you still think about it?' I asked her, referring of course to the comment she had made a few seconds ago regarding how we had launched ourselves into the fuck fest we had indulged in within minutes of meeting that first time. She thought for a moment, obviously thinking about what to say, and then she spoke quietly so as not to be overheard.

'Yes, I've thought about it... to be honest, I can't stop thinking about it. I thought my husband was a good lover, but with you... sorry, I still love him and don't want to sound disloyal... but with you, it's like the difference between a bicycle, and a Formula One racing car.' She stopped, and actually blushed, looking away out the window as if she'd said too much.

'I know I shouldn't be here with you... I know I shouldn't... and it's bad of me... but I can't help it, can't deny it anymore, I want to feel the way I felt before with you.' I nodded, looking into her eyes as we spoke so intimately, listening intently. 'That overwhelming urge to... oh god... that urge to... fuck... to be so incredibly, "dirty,' when nothing else matters but the moment,' she admitted.

'Are you wet?' I whispered. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling, a little smile on her beautiful face and nodded.

'Yes...' she whispered breathily back at me, and then surprised me by her candour when she said, 'If I was wearing panties they'd be soaked.' She looked around us as if checking something, and quickly ran her hand up under her short skirt. I distinctly heard a squelching sound and she withdrew her hand and showed me. She was wet alright, her fingers glittered in the light, coated with her juices, and then she split her fingers apart showing me the strings of thick viscous juices between them. She looked around again, and smiling wickedly at me, stuck her fingers in her mouth sucking her essence from her fingers, and making exaggerated murmuring, moaning sounds.

'Right' I said decisively, 'I've seen enough. I think we can do better than hang about in a coffee shop at a time like this.'

'Oh my, so... masterful,' she teased, then whispered, 'do you want to put your cock in me again?' I knew she was teasing, but as we got up to leave I just held her by the arm and virtually force marched her hurriedly out the door.

'Too fucking right I do, you slut,' I teased her in return when we got outside, she just laughed and we hurried home to my house. The afternoon suddenly seemed filled with bright promise.

We weren't walking hand in hand or anything, after all she was a married woman, and a little common sense and discretion was required. As we walked to my house, to all outward appearances we were just a couple going somewhere, or out for a stroll. Finally, curiosity got the better of me.

'So,' I began, 'have you always been this horny?' That's what's known as a leading question. She looked at me with a broad smile, showing her perfect teeth. She thought for a moment before replying, and I waited patiently. I was pretty sure it was a good time to ask her, because she was obviously sexually aroused, and I've always found that women are more inclined to be open and frank about their sexuality anyway.

There's an old saying, 'in vino veritas,' which just means people are inclined to tell the truth when they've had a bit too much wine to drink. Women are more likely to talk about their fantasies and desires when they are, 'drunk,' with sexual excitement and arousal.

'You want it all, don't you?' she smiled, 'now you want me to bare my soul. A woman should keep some secrets don't you think?' she asked me. I shook my head, smiling at her.

'You've bared everything else,' I teased her, then added, 'except your name of course.' It was her turn to shake her head, but her smile never wavered.

'Sorry, I still think it's more exciting to be anonymous, but I'll tell you before I go home,' she promised, 'and the answer to your question about me always being this horny is, "not quite," does that satisfy you now?'

'No, I asked you a simple question, and you're being a little bit evasive,' I smiled at her to let her know it wasn't meant to be anything other than simple curiosity and interest in her. 'I want to know more about you... I really want to know if you've always been as... honest... and open about your needs as you are with me.' She thought for a moment.

'Well... I've aways been what I would call a sensual person. I discovered touching myself felt wonderful, and later being touched by others, but funnily enough, I didn't lose my virginity until I was about nineteen years old,' she confessed. 'Is that the kind of thing you want to know?' she asked.

'Well yes, but don't stop now, carry on, tell me more,' I told her.

'Okay, well I had a few lovers in the next few years after losing my virginity, but then I met my husband. We've always had a healthy sex life, we both enjoy sex... a lot,' she added, 'and it's always been fun, and satisfying. I've never had any complaints about him on that score, he's a good lover, attentive, considerate, and best of all... loving,' she added.

'And me?' I asked, not letting her off the hook just yet. 'You mentioned something earlier about a bicycle and a Formula One car.'

'Oh fuck... did I say that?' we both laughed, and she stopped walking and looked me straight in the eyes, her laughter died instantly, and I knew whatever she was going to say was going to be plain unvarnished truth and deadly serious.

'You?' she began, 'you're my mental and sexual aberration, the bomb that blew my cosy, contented world apart. You're the excitement in the night that makes me lie awake until I get up at 3am or whenever, and rub myself to orgasm after orgasm thinking about what we do... no... not what we do... what you've done to me.'

'I do it quietly in the bathroom, with a hand towel pressed against my face to muffle the moans of pleasure while my husband sleeps, unaware that his wife has become another man's helpless slut. Unaware that I've cheated on him, and what's worse, I can't wait to cheat on him again. You're my guilty, dirty secret that only makes me want to be dirtier still, that somehow impossibly makes me wetter than I've ever been in my life before, until I can feel it running down my legs... just like it is now,' she admitted. She reached for and took my hand, any semblance of discretion gone, and I could feel she was trembling.

'Oh my god,' she breathed out, 'c'mon, let's hurry... is it far to your house... please,' she moaned. Her words had been a revelation, but I realised they had just made her more horny than she had already been now that she's put her feelings and desires into words. She was in dire need, more aroused than ever, almost spontaneously orgasmic as we walked down the street, and then we turned a corner into the Cul de sac where my house was.

House keys, already in my hand I opened the door and ushered her inside to the hallway. The main hallway leads through to the lounge and kitchen, but at the right side the stairs lead up to the bedrooms and bathrooms. All the bedrooms had ensuite bath/shower rooms. However, we never got that far. The staircase has five steps up to the first, 'landing,' then the stairway takes a turn to the left before leading up to another landing and from there straight up to the upper landing and bedrooms. I needed to tell you that so you understand what happened next.

I had turned to lock the door behind us, and when I turned back, she had already dropped her coat on the floor, and was sitting on the upper step of the first landing, her skirt, waist high, and beautiful legs spread wide. My eyes were drawn like a magnet to the pink wetness of her pussy, her lips gaping open. She was right, her juices were smeared along the inside of her thighs almost as far as her knees. She still wore her shoes, black leather, shiny patent leather, with stiletto, spiked heels, looking sexy as hell, but insignificant in comparison to the glorious pussy that was calling out to me.

'Fuck... hurry... just fuck me... put it in me... in my... my cunt... please... I'm ready... now... please,' she pleaded, and as she was speaking I was divesting myself of my trousers and underpants, getting my cock out. Foreplay was obviously not required, and I just took that last step, cock in hand and plunged it into the wet, slippery, and brimming morass that her pussy had become.

'Oh fuck yes,' she growled, a deep primitive sound, and she rammed herself up hard against me to make sure I gave her everything I had, and I slipped home that last little bit and began to fuck her as she requested. It only took a few strokes before she started to come.

'Oh god... fuck... yes... that's it... that's what... oh fuck... what I... neee... eee... eed,' she moaned loudly, coming frantically, squirming and gasping like a landed fish out of water, desperate to extract every last shred of her orgasm.

I was determined to give her as much pleasure as possible and deliver her a great orgasm, so I kept it going, and surprisingly she kept going too. Most women will just let their orgasm die naturally, but for some reason this didn't happen with her today, but I wasn't complaining.

'Oh my god,' she growled deep in her throat, 'It's not... stopping... not... oh fuck... it's... it's... don't stop,' she suddenly pleaded, 'oh fuck... don't... stop,' and she went absolutely ballistic, fucking me hard, ramming her pussy harder and harder against my cock, wailing, and sobbing, growing louder until it culminated in a high pitched keening scream, and suddenly my balls and the front of my thighs were drenched in a hot, squirting flood as she went completely rigid. I thought for a second or two that she was having a seizure of some sort, but then her body went completely limp, leaving her gasping for breath, her chest and wonderful tits heaving up and down. It was over... for now.

I slowly pulled out, leaving her open, gaping pussy, looking amazing and yet vulnerable. Just beside the stairway, I have a guest toilet, so I quickly opened the door and grabbed the hand towel off the towel rail and dried myself. Next I dried her, then tried to mop up as much as possible of the liquid and juices she had expelled during the orgasm she just had.

She sat up quickly from where she had been lying on her back on the landing and realising what I was doing, she tried to help and apologise all at the same time.

'Oh god, I'm so sorry... so sorry... oh please... I'm so sorry,' she repeated over and over. I knew she was embarrassed, but I just stopped what I was doing and took her in my arms.

'Stop it, right now,' I told her. 'You have nothing to be sorry about. You're orgasm was just so intense that you squirted... it wasn't something that you could control. Now, please stop apologising, you have nothing to apologise for. Do you hear me?' I asked, her holding her head between my hands, making her look into my eyes. She nodded, wanting to believe me I could see, but still not really convinced.

'Really, but I did it last time too, just a little bit when you touched my pussy for the first time,' she confessed. 'I've never done that before, I thought it was a, "one off," but here we are and I've done it again, but so much more... a... a... a virtual flood this time, and I can't ignore it anymore can I? What's wrong with me? I'm so ashamed,' she finished, with tears in her eyes. I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her.

'Squirting during an orgasm is not that unusual, many women do it,' I explained, 'and there's some debate as to whether it's urine, or some female ejaculate, or a mixture of both.' She nodded, looking slightly more relieved, 'so the fact that you squirted doesn't bother me, in fact I think it's a wonderful, amazing thing for you to do. I don't want to hear any more apologies, and if you do it again, just remember I think it's great that you're squirting,'

'But what must you think of me... for wetting myself, and you, and your stair carpet?' she went on. She was obviously still not one hundred per cent convinced or assured that I was okay with what happened.

I tilted up her chin and looked into her eyes. She looked really distressed.

'What do I think of you?' I asked, and then I told her. 'I think you're a wonderful, amazing woman, that's what I think,' and then I kissed her tenderly and slipped my hand back between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy lips. She moaned, trembling in my arms, her horniness going some way to soothe her embarrassment.

'I'm sorry,' she said again, 'take me to bed, just hold me for a while... please,' and so, I did as she asked, and this time we went all the way up the stairs, bypassing that first landing where we'd just made hasty, urgent love, and I took her to bed.

In bed we snuggled closer, spooning, and with her body heat and mine it was soon warm and cosy. I was more than aware of her soft feminine skin against mine. She felt wonderful, silky smooth, her body soft, yet solid in my arms.

My cock, still hard from our recent love making was nestled between her arse cheeks and smooth inner thighs. It was a nice place to be, but a bit of a minor disappointment with her being desperate to be fucked just twenty minutes ago to this more passive state. She'd quietened down a lot, seemingly content for the time being just to snuggle, and cuddle. I wondered if the squirting episode was still foremost in her mind, and making her more subdued. I'd have to do something to lift her mood again, so, I slowly extricated myself from her embrace, and slipped out of bed.

'Where are you going?' she asked me quietly, and I leaned back over the bed and kissed her naked shoulder.

'Going for a pee,' I whispered in her ear, 'back in a moment,' and she smiled wanly at me, urging me to hurry back.

I hurried to the en suite shower and toilet, did my business, washed my hands and headed back to my lady. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, and unscrewed the lid of the unbreakable vial, dabbed it on my finger and put it back in the drawer. Lifting the covers I slipped in behind her, and my cock slotted in between her arse checks again, a perfect fit. She wriggled a bit to get more comfortable, making my cock even harder, and I reached over and slipped my hand between her legs once more. Subdued or not, she opened her legs compliantly and I rubbed my fingertip across her clitoris and waited. I wondered if the nerve agent being applied directly to her clitoris would make any difference.

A funny, half remembered phrase crept into my head as I did it. When we were kids and bought fireworks, rockets and so on, the instructions always told us to light the touchpaper and retire. That just meant, light the fuse and get the hell out of there in case it exploded. Now, I felt like that again, just waiting for her to explode into action, and I didn't have long to wait.

'Oh yes,' she moaned... 'oh fuck... yes,' and her hand went back between her legs, rubbing herself, and then feeling for my cock. She bent forward, away from me so her pussy came into a more fuckable position, almost in doggy style but still lying down in bed. She somehow maneuvered her pussy in line with my cock, and half fed, half pulled me between her labia, and then pushed back, skewering herself on my hard dick. I of course pushed forward until I was totally immersed in her wet heat.

'Mmm... that's better sweetheart,' I murmured, 'your inner dirty slut wants to come out and play again, does she?' I teased her.

'Yes... yes... oh... just shut up and fuck me,' she groaned, and always polite, she added, 'please.' Well, to be truthful, I didn't have to fuck her too much, she was so on fire that she did most of the work herself. Thrusting back with her pussy, sucking at my length, wriggling uncontrollably, rubbing her clitoris with one hand, pulling hard on her nipples with the other, it was only a matter of time before I heard the familiar refrain.

'Oh my god... oh dear god... oh fuck... coming... coming,' and she stepped up the speed of her thrusting, as she approached the pinnacle of her orgasm, wave after wave sweeping over her. Shuddering and moaning, she fucked me and fucked me, telling me how much she loved my cock, urging me to fuck her hard, and I did as she asked until it was over for her again.

She slipped off the end of my cock a few minutes later and turned round, coming into my arms. Her hand felt for my cock, and slid along my length, her own wetness making the hand job feel even better.

Not content with that though she slipped under the covers and almost immediately I felt myself, or rather, my cock covered, engulfed by her warm, sucking mouth. She was making happy murmuring sounds, slurping and sucking on my dick. What a woman, I thought!

'Oh babe,' I groaned, 'you're fucking amazing,' and then, 'give me your pussy, sixty nine me,' I suggested, and she immediately, broke off doing what she was doing, and maneuvered herself round, and then immediately latched onto my cock with her mouth and hands again.

I was presented with her amazing pussy, right in front of my face. I studied it momentarily, taking in all the details in an instant. Totally smooth, not a hair to be seen, including her arse crack and little brown star. An overwhelming impression of wetness, her fragrant cunt juices everywhere, her pussy, her groin, the inside of her thighs. Every silken fold of her gorgeous, beautiful cunt was coated with her wetness, and readiness to be fucked.

Her sexual aroma was heady, intoxicating, and I breathed it in, sniffing her smell, my tongue just lapping at her groin, circling but not touching her clitoris, teasing her a little. She rubbed herself blindly against my face which was already covered in her juices, but now I was going to add to the wetness with my mouth and saliva. Her pussy lips were big and meaty, open and ready, her inner pinkness beckoned me, invited me in, while even more of her juices trickled out. I wasted no more time, and dived in, and she began to face fuck me, as she sucked my cock.

The words, 'total immersion,' came to mind as her pussy just continued to spew out her unending ooze of, 'fuck me,' juice. Her moans were growing louder, her instinctive thrusting against the intruder, pleasuring her clitoris became wilder, and then she tried to close her legs as she came to intensify the thrills of orgasm. I was imprisoned, my head clamped between her powerful thighs, as she orgasmed. Thankfully, she didn't squirt this time, and she even continued to suck my dick, pausing only to moan out her total ecstatic pleasure at the peak of her orgasm, resuming her sweet sucking of my prick again even before her own orgasm ended.

It was all too much for me. I'm only human, and in a pleasure filled haze I felt the spunk being sucked from my cock, spurt after powerful spurt. I heard myself groaning helplessly as the pleasure continued and I filled her beautiful mouth with my come. She continued to suckle on me, but softer and more gently now. I'm sure there wasn't even one little tadpole of my come left when she finally stopped sucking.

As for me, I lay there on my back, her perfect inspirational pussy, within easy tongue reach, filled my visual horizon. It winked at me, as her pussy twitched with what I call the, 'aftershocks.' Little tremors of orgasm just working their way out of her pussy, the nerve ending still responding intermittently to the recent orgasmic eruptions. I just couldn't help myself; I licked her clitoris.

'Mmm...' she mewled, and her pussy instinctively bore down on my mouth, encouraging me to do it again. Well, I really needed no encouragement, so I did it again and again. I knew my cock need a little time to recover, not long because the nerve agent affected my too.

'Turn round,' I suggested, 'come and sit on me, fuck my face,' and she immediately rolled off me, and turning round got up on her knees and straddled my chest. She shuffled herself higher, further forward, and like a car mechanic I slid myself lower and under her until her pussy and my mouth aligned themselves perfectly, and I began to worship her cunt with my mouth.

'Oh yes... amazing... oh fuck... so good... so... so good,' she moaned, rubbing her wet femininity all over my face, while I sucked her clitoris, nibbled it a little. Gradually she increased the pressure, bearing down lightly, and then lifting off when it suited her, and all the time moaning her approval of my efforts, varying the pressure continuously to find the best trigger spots for herself. Soon she was bearing down more and more, and I knew I wouldn't have long to wait for her to come.

She fucked my face mercilessly. With the nerve agent raging through her blood stream and stimulating every sexual nerve ending possible, she was totally helpless to the pleasures emanating from her pussy. I smacked her delightful arse a few times as encouragement, and it merely added to her excitement. She came... a full blooded, rip roaring, frantic, face crushing orgasm, and then as I continued to suck and tongue fuck her, she came again.

'Oh my god... oh fuck... what are you doing to me... what the fuck... oh bloody... fucking hell... can't... stop... no... no... no... oh no... don't stop,' she squealed, whimpered, moaned, and screamed. I love an uninhibited and vocal lover. It lets me know I'm giving her the pleasure I love to give her.

When it was over, for long minutes she just squatted there, her open gaping pussy hard against my chin. I patted her arse a couple of times, just like wrestlers do to signal their surrender, and she slowly dismounted, giving me another wonderful view of her pussy.

Back under the bedcovers, she came into my arms once more and we just snuggled together, not saying a word. Words seemed superfluous, so we said nothing, just softly caressing each other. Finally she began to speak, quietly, her face nuzzled close to mine.

'That's what I mean,' she murmured, trying to explain herself. 'I used to come once, sometimes twice, and I was delighted, I was happy and contented with that, but with you it's orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm, and even then I'm always ready for more. It's just so fucking... dirty,' she laughed that, 'well fucked,' laugh I'd heard before.

'There goes that word again, "dirty," but it is,' she tried to explain, 'it's so fucking dirty in the best possible way. I love it, and I can't begin to understand where all the wetness comes from either. I mean... I've always produced a lot of... of... lubrication, but this is a whole new thing. It just seems to pour out of me as if my insides are dissolving and leaking out of my pussy.' She laughed again, and then just hugged me tighter, her hand going for my cock again, her little speech obviously turning her mind back to her pussy.

'Oh fuck,' she breathed into my ear, 'Your cock feels so good...' then after a few more strokes of my cock I could hear her breathing getting out of control again. 'May I,' she asked me so politely, and then, 'do you mind?' she asked again. I nodded my consent, but then I'd have to be mental to say no.

I began to turn towards her to begin again, but she pushed my shoulders back down on the bed.

'No...' she said quietly but insistently, 'please let me do this for you,' and she threw back the bedcovers and getting up on her knees loomed over me, before straddling me once again, but this time lower down my body, not over my face.

I just lay there passively, apart from running my hands up and down her lovely thighs. I loved the smoothness of her skin. From my view point I could take in all of her gorgeous body at a glance. Her amazing tits looked even bigger as she leaned forward. Isn't gravity an amazing thing I thought momentarily, but her hand stroking my cock and bringing it closer to her drippy pussy lips demanded my attention and consigned all my idiotic thoughts to oblivion.

I also had a grandstand view of her pussy, and once again marvelled at how beautiful it was, totally depilated, not a hair to be seen, open lipped and gaping, glittering with her inner secretions oozing and flowing with her excitement. She rubbed my swollen cock knob between her pussy lips, inundating my tip, making sure I was well lubricated too, and then eager for more, and moaning lustfully, she lowered herself a little at a time.

I saw her pink pussy lips stretch wider to accommodate my knob, as it slipped just inside her entrance. Hot and wet, her slippery pussy surrounded my knob, enveloping my cock in her sensitive, eager flesh. She felt truly amazing.

'Oh fuck...' she gulped in her excitement, 'oh my god... your cock... it's so... fucking good,' and as she said it she sank lower still, impaling her luscious sex on my hardness. 'Holy shit... I'm so fucking... horny,' she virtually screamed the last word as she dropped suddenly and took it all, completing her impalement as our pubes ground against each other. She sat there for long moments, not moving, shuddering and trembling with her uncontrollable arousal growing by the moment.

'Oh dear god... what the fuck... what's happening... gonna come... and m'not... even moving... oh fuck... how's that... possible?' she wailed as she squirmed on my cock. I reached forward slipping my hand between her body and mine, and fingered her clitoris.

'Oh fuck yes... yes...' she moaned and her pelvis, hips, went into sudden, rapid action, fucking me faster, taking and owning her orgasm, working her hips back and forth, sliding up and down and along my length. I reached up, cupping those amazing tits, seeing the full range of feelings and emotions displayed on her face as I squeezed her hard nipples.

'Oh... please,' she whimpered over and over, and then she was in full orgasmic mode. Coming, and coming hard, fucking my cock violently as if she hated this intruder in the deepest parts of her cunt and wanted to squeeze and crush the life out of it. In retaliation, I fucked up into the slippery, mushy hole, ramming up off the bed trying to give as good as I got, and fucking her in return.

It was all too much, yet not enough for me until I felt my orgasm ripping up the length of my cock, spewing and spurting my seed, spasm after wonderful, searing spasm, pulsing into her depths.

'Oh fuck yes...' she moaned, 'give it to me... again... mmm...' and then her voice became a growl of utter lust and pleasure as she felt my come flood her pussy, and she ground herself hard against me.

Slowly, slowly, she stopped fucking me. She was spent, and now happily so was I. She fell forward across my chest, eyes closed in a post orgasmic haze, her mouth searching for and finding mine. There was real passion in her kiss, and although we were done for now, her hips rose and fell a couple of times, just milking the last dying tremors of her orgasm I presumed.

After we disentangled ourselves, and mopped up all the body fluids covering our mutual genitalia, we crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up and snuggling together. Feeling all that naked skin against mine was lovely, but then it's always lovely. We lay there for quite some time, silently communicating.

'It's Claire,' she said suddenly and quite unexpectedly, 'my name, I mean. I promised I'd tell you, and there it is. It was nice being anonymous and naughty for a while, but I hope you're happy now that I've told you. I don't need that anymore to feel dirty, you do that very successfully by using me and making me face my own sexuality so well,' and then she added, 'does that sound a bit pompous?' I assured her it didn't and I tilted her chin up a little and kissed her tenderly.

'Mmm,' she murmured, 'that was nice,' and snuggled even more tightly against me, and inevitably her hand reached down and felt for my cock. I think she just liked holding it, and damn it, I liked her holding it too. When a drop dead gorgeous woman wants to hold your cock, what kind of fool would you have to be not to enjoy it?

She was just holding it, not playing with it, maybe it was some kind of comfort mechanism for her, and I certainly felt comfortable, but even her just holding it was having an effect, and I felt myself beginning get a little tumescent.

'Uh-oh,' she whispered, 'You're getting hard again, do you still want me? Do you want to do it again?' I told her that if she wanted more I'd be happy to give her more.' She smiled at me, and nodded, and that was enough, we were obviously ready for the next, probably last round of the day. Then, as if she had read my mind she looked at her wrist watch.

'Ooops, time is running away from me again,' she whispered as she began to rub my cock a bit harder. 'This will have to be a, "quickie," if you please,' she giggled, then added an important question. 'Doggy style this time?' and she was hallway out of bed before I answered, forcing my hand a bit. It was no hardship, I love making love doggy style, especially when the woman has an amazing figure like Claire had.

She quickly arranged herself on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed for a start, and looking back over her shoulder at me asked a pertinent question.

'How does sir want me this time?' she laughed, and so I told her to spread her legs a bit more, show me her pussy, and get her head right down on the bed. In that position I can get a nice deep penetration, and it seems to bring a woman's pussy into just the right angle too.

'Sir?' I repeated back to her, 'is that your submissive nature coming to the fore?' I was teasing her, but I knew she had a submissive side anyway after we'd made love the last time. I had smacked her bottom a couple of times and she'd obviously liked it, and let me know that she liked it. She replied to my question, but so quietly and so muffled with her head being down on the bedcovers that I had to ask her to repeat what she'd said.

'I said yes,' she raised her voice a bit louder, 'you know... you know already... you know what I like.'

'So, you want me to fuck you really hard, smack your bottom, and crush your nipples? Is that what you want?' I asked, knowing just the thought of it would get her turned on even more.

'Please don't be too hard on my nipples, they're very sensitive, although I sometimes like them nibbled and squeezed hard... you'll know when,' she pleaded, her voice sounding husky and breathless with desire.

'Okay then,' I said stepping up behind her, and looking at her pussy peeking out and back at me from between her long, slim thighs. Her juices were in full flow again, so I wasted no more time, and stepped up behind her and gave her bottom a couple of slaps. Taken by surprise she squealed, then giggled, but I cut that short by slipping my cock between her ever wet pussy lips, and ramming in as powerfully and as far as I could go.

'Oh fuck,' she moaned, and thrust herself back for more of the same. 'Oh yes... ride me... ride me hard... please sir,' she moaned and pleaded. I wasn't sure if she was taking the piss, and just joking around with the, 'sir,' stuff, but I gave her what she seemed to want and rode her hard as requested, ramming my cock home into her wet, squelching pussy again and again.

I looked down along the length of her narrow back and flared hips, grabbed her hair, entangled the fingers of my left hand in it and pulled hard. She almost came back all the way up, arching her back, but went back down again pushing her pussy back at me. I smacked her bottom which spurred her on, with her making little whimpering noises with each smack.

Her bottom was a lovely shade of pink, and her pussy started fucking back at me, faster and faster as the sensations in her bottom, pussy, tits became ever more powerful and then she was coming again. Helpless before the onslaught of pleasure that swept through her, wracking her body with wave after wave of sweet delight.

'Oh shit... oh shit,' she growled, 'fuck... coming... oh... oh... fuck... me... fuck... me you... fucker,' was all she could think of as her orgasm clouded and fogged her brain and speech. I felt her squirt... just a little, no more than a dribble at the height of her orgasm, and from there it was a long, slow descent from the peaks of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed away.

She fell forward on the bed, away from me, face down on the bed, but within the space of a couple of big gasping breaths, she turned and reached for my cock.

'Please sir, let me,' she whimpered and drew me closer, rubbing the knob of my cock all over her face, a sort of self-debasement, and then her gorgeous mouth opened wide and she swallowed my cock. Her right hand shuttled back and forth rapidly, giving me one of the fastest hand jobs I'd ever had, and between that and her mouth, the hot wet tongue swirling, lips sucking, I felt my control slide away like a mat being pulled out from under my feet. I gave up trying to hold back, and knowing this was the last of today's action, I just went with it and gave her what little man-goo I had left in my depleted balls.

By fuck, she knew how to suck cock alright, and she never hesitated for a nano-second when I told her I was coming, just carried on until I shot my come into her mouth. All the time she was sucking me she had been looking up at me with those lovely dark eyes of hers and making, 'mmm... mmm,' sounds. It all contributed to me coming for the final time that day.

When she was satisfied that she had every last drop, she stood up, legs a bit wobbly, and came into my arms.

'Thank you, that was every bit as good as I remembered from last week,' she whispered and reached up, kissing me. I held her like that for a little while until she broke the embrace.

'I have to go now,' she said, sounding reluctant to leave, but added philosophically, 'I suppose all good things must come to an end.' She looked around, trying to locate her clothes, and started to get dressed again. I helped her a little bit, not that I was trying to get rid of her. I just thought it was the nice thing to do.

Once again I walked her back to the café where I'd picked her up from, and once again she walked a little stiffly. I asked her if she was alright.

'Alright? Never better,' she assured me. 'My pussy, arse, and tits are a little tender after being used for hours on end, but it feels good.' She smiled at me as she said it, and even if she hadn't I would have known it wasn't a complaint. I took it as a compliment, and I was sure that was how she intended it to be.

'Well Claire,' I said, liking her name. It suited her. 'Thank you for the most lovely and enjoyable afternoon. You're so beautiful and so... so...'

'Fuckable?' she offered, and we both laughed.

'Well... yes,' I answered, smiling at her, 'but other things too, that's not what I was going to say. You're fun to be with even when we're not..'

'Fucking,' she volunteered quickly, cutting me off, and laughing.

'Oh fuck, I give up,' I admitted defeat. 'Yes, you're a natural born fuck slut, but I was trying to say something nicer, more complimentary. Next time I'll just fuck you, no more mister nice guy,' I joked.

'Mmm... next time... I like the sound of that,' she teased me again, and then we both became a little more serious.

'Okay, time for me to go,' she said reaching up to kiss my cheek, I kissed hers too, and she stepped back. 'Soon?' she suggested.

'Anytime Claire,' I agreed, and once again I watched her walk away, and with a last little wave and smile, she disappeared round the next street corner.