My Craving

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[MF] [First Meeting] [Cock Hungry] [Established Online Relationship] [Begging] [Cum For Me] [Multiple Orgasms] [Throat Training] [Sloppy] [Swallow] [Good Girl]

Hey,

I have been thinking about you and that fantastic evening we shared. It's crazy looking back, by that point we had only been talking for a few months.

Such a nice mix of friendly and sexual things. Many sexual things.

I had reached the point where I was feeling an actual craving for it, a need creating thoughts about taking it to the next level. We had sent each other explicit photos to share in our arousal, voice notes, and a couple of occasions we shared a video call.

My curiosity of you was quite alluring. I felt like I couldn't get enough.

The logistics in actually meet were not exactly ideal. Living in different time zones, it would take real effort. To be geographically near you for a taste of what we've been wanting would be a fantastic stroke of luck.

And as fate would have it, an opportunity to attend a work conference surfaced.

Seeing where it was immediately stoked my arousal in those naughty thoughts we've shared with potential for a very real experience.

I spoke with you about the trip before committing, testing out if you were serious when you suggested we should meet. Conversations online are quite different than actually doing it.

Given we're both married, engaging in an affair with a stranger is a line many won't cross even though many late night orgasm conversations may have suggested it was on the table.

Perhaps chemistry in the flesh would not be the same as it is online. It is the risk we take when meeting someone this way.

We've shared some very intriguing sexually charged correspondence for a while now, a healthy tug back and forth with boundaries. Both of us enjoyed the game tremendously.

Our connection, very much rooted in friendship, but nearly every interaction has been laced with flirtatious responses. Always baiting each other with playful teasing and intimate confessions of naughty thoughts. It all felt so personal.

I arrived early afternoon, settled into my room and headed to my first scheduled work activity of the trip. When I was finally able to check my messages, there were so many.

It seems you were excited and wanted to be sure you were on my mind.

It was very cute actually, given you are rather dominant, so controlled thus far with our interactions. This side of you expressing your need for my attention was incredibly sexy.

We agreed to meet up for dinner, a chill casual setting where we could talk and feel each other out. I think we were both a little anxious anticipating how it was going to play out.

Thankfully it was very laid back. The exchange in conversation flowed with such ease. The flirty way about it invited a comfort we slipped into as the night moved forward.

After our plates were cleared, you leaned in with a low confident tone leaning into our little game, giving me a command.

"I am going to the restroom to wash my hands. While I'm gone, you are to discreetly remove your panties and have them ready to present to me upon my return. Am I clear?"

My eyes suddenly met yours as if a switch had been flipped.

That tone in your voice had become a thing to crave which made me want to just nod my head in compliance.

I sort of panicked and fumbled my response with a quick yes.

You smirked at me seeing my clumsiness giving me a quick wink before you breezed out of the booth.

FUCK! Did I scurry to get those panties off. I dart my eyes around, making sure I was being discreet as I reach deep under my skirt with my fingertips to grasp the flimsy material.

Once I shimmied them down from under my ass, pushing them down my thighs to my knees. I felt the fabric graze my calves as they fell to my ankles.

I lifted one foot, then the other hooking them around my finger then pulling them up to rest on the seat next to me.

I waited with the thickest feeling of anticipation for your return.

You slid into the seat next to me cool as a cucumber, invading my personal space with your presence making me tense with the surprise of it. It was your wide smile and gentle hand to my warm thigh which invited me into that comfort space.

Your low growl as you spoke carried your warm breath on my skin. Your words clawed at my arousal when you asked, "Have you done what I've requested?"

"I have." I responded back with a shy smile. My head tilted downward, but my eyes, these eyes you melt for, were fixed on yours.

I snagged my moist panties and sneakily motioned to hand them off. You tucked them in your pants pocket and praised, "Good Girl"

Then placed your hand back on my warm thigh, your fingers caressing my flesh as you spoke. You tease my arousal, slipping a single finger tip between my lips, gently applying pressure and motion.

You say...

"Mmm, yes, this lovely pussy has been calling to me."

"I could smell it on you as soon as we were face to face, your lust."

'Your need and desire."

"Such a good girl."

As your words seduced me, I let out quiet whimpers attempting to be silent and discreet. My head tilted upward and I closed my eyes, leaning into the feeling.

You abruptly pulled your hand back sternly telling me to open my eyes.

The server had arrived with the check and we made our exit to your car. As I reach for the handle, you spin me around pushing me against the door.

You covered my body with yours, applying pressure to pin me down. Your fingers, now more aggressive than in the restaurant, push inside my wet pussy to stretch me and soak in my wetness.

Your mouth taunts me with more of your spell between kisses you plant on my neck and lips.

"Mmm, such a succulent needy pussy."

"This wetness... my wetness."

"The sweetness of your dripping cunt, it belongs to me."

You remove your fingers to lick them clean while taking a step back, leaving me against the car with trembling legs.

After a deep inhale you suggest that my hotel is a short drive from here, reaching around my body opening the door prompting me to get in.

As we drove towards my hotel, I felt my thighs so hot as if they were on fire. I open them and begin rubbing my clit, shifting in my seat so I am splayed out for you. My pussy leaking onto your seat.

I elevate my knees angling my wet hole in your direction. You growl and wet two fingers with your mouth before pushing them inside me.

Your thick digits making me feel so full. I moan in pleasure while you shift focus back and forth between me and the road, pumping in and out, bringing me to the edge.

My moans growing louder and more desperate and I begin to beg.

"Please can I cum for you?"

"Please... my pussy needs to cum for you."

You didn't deny me, granting my orgasm allowing me to soak your knuckles as I grinded back on your fingers. My body, shaking. You call me a good girl pulling your fingers from my pussy to stuff them in my mouth.

I sucked and licked my juices clean by the time we were pulling into a parking space.

Upon entering the room, you embrace me in the comfort of privacy. Your hands wandered my body as your mouth explores the taste of my skin. Your firm hands squeezing and groping my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel your hard cock pressing against your pants.

When they reached my breasts, your hands fondled me and hastily unbuttoned my shirt exposing my chest to the breeze. You pulled my bra down making my tits burst free revealing my hardened nipples.

Your neck cranes down and your tongue finds my nipple, teasing and suckling while you stripped my clothes off.

You made the most delicious noises, enjoying my body, savoring every inch of me.

You certainly make an art out of arousing me and love making me writhe for you.

Only this time, it's not an online game.

You walk me over to the side of the bed, guiding me to lay back with my knees up. My lustful eyes so vulnerable, anticipating your next move.

You kneel down, placing your hands on my knees, gently pushing them apart.

You look at my pussy for the first time tonight even though you've already made me cum. Admiring how it glistens with my lips glazed in wetness.

Your eyes stare into mine and a smug smile decorates your face as you kneel. I felt your soft lips caressing mine, your tongue felt rough and firm flicking against my swollen bud.

I arched my back in an involuntary response, savoring the sensations of your mouth devouring my pussy. You did it exactly how you've described you would.

Every stroke of your tongue, every savory sound you made, brought me closer to my surrender.

When you pulled back to insert your fingers, I see your face, my juices catching the light before you wiped them away.

Your fingers pumped my eager cunt as you circle my clit with your thumb. You tell me to confess...

Confess my want.

Confess how much I wanted your cock.

Confess how I desperately wanted to be your slut, "That's why you're here right." You ask tauntingly.

My body trembled, craving the feel of your cock when I hear your zipper.

You ask, "Baby girl, are you sure you want this?"

"Because I want you. I need to feel you. But I want you to ask me." You continue.

Adding, "Ask for the cock you want. Tell me how much you need it."

The moment was all too overwhelming, I could hear my labored breathing as my chest swelled.

"Please... please fuck me." My voice was diminished to a desperate whine.

Before I even finished my plea, you pushed inside me, stretching and invading me. My moans were uncontrollable, I've never felt this full before.

Your weight pressed down on me as you kept your thrusts shallow, fucking me deep and slow. Your saliva trailed along my neck and shoulder as your mouth savored the taste of me.

It wasn't long until I felt my orgasm being fucked out of me. We were so close I could feel your breath on my ear as the heat from your body pressed into me.

I needed to surrender to it. I felt so desperate to cum and my whimpering turned into whines attempting to hold back.

You don't make me ask this time, and know what I need. I hear those words from your lips which have always melted me into desperation, "cum for me"

It was but a low whisper, but it echoed through me making my body respond instantly.

I shook and convulsed, my pussy contracting and seeping around you. My mind didn't exist, there were no thoughts, just this pleasure.

The rush of it was intensified by your tight embrace, holding me down while I spasm, delivering those low whispers in my ear..."Good girl, you cum on this fucking cock."

As my orgasm subsided, you tell me that you're not through with me yet commanding me to get off the bed and kneel for you. As I look up at you, I feel the warmth of your cock on my lips. It's then you speak the words I have craved to hear, "open your mouth"

My compliance was immediate.

I wanted this.

To taste you.

The control you have over me, the eye contact, it was all so surreal. So incredibly sexy to find myself submerged in this moment, which until now, was only a fantasy.

As the tip slides past my wet lips, your shaft fills my warm mouth. I try to fit as much of you as I could, but the size of your throbbing cock makes me gag. You smirk and chuckle a bit, watching me eagerly struggle.

Your calm collective tone brings me assurance as you guide me, slowly pushing in, praising me every time I am able to take more. That smooth voice, telling me to open and relax my throat as you reach around the back of my head to grasp a handful of my hair.

My gags turn you on as my drool leaks everywhere making the most incredible wet sounds.

"My good girl, you're doing so well." You growl.

Your smooth tone of affirmations following each push further, praise me in my progress.

You continue with slow thrusts, pushing your cock further in until I am able to take all of it.

You pause looking down into my watery eyes, my mouth completely filled, telling me how beautiful I am like this.

Then you begin to rock your pelvis, slowly gliding your shaft across my tongue in short thrusts, then increase your pace.

Your little moans between words sent shivers through me.

It brings me pleasure, to pleasure you.

Your thrusts grow bigger, sliding more of your cock further out just to drive back in.

The moans and breathing intensify, turning me on knowing you're going to cum soon. The growls grow deeper, more feral, as you fuck my mouth harder to get yourself off.

I felt so dirty and excited, to finally be indulging in this craving I've had.

Through the growling, you tell me you want to cum down my throat. "I need it baby girl, I want you to swallow my cum."

You continue, "You're mine. Such a good girl, your warm throat all stretched out to fit this cock perfectly. I'm going to finish just like this baby girl. Swallow it, all of it!"

"That's it, good girl. My naughty little cock sucker." You moan out.

You shake and groan, emptying your cum into my throat, gripping my hair tighter. The tip of your cock pushes and jabs at my gag reflex while you cradle my face with your other hand, feeding me your warm load.

After you slide your dick from my mouth, I can finally relax my jaw, and I feel just how drenched in wetness my face, neck, and chest are from the sloppy throat fucking.

You smile and snicker looking down at me handing off a towel. It was sore for me to do it, but I couldn't help but smile back as you extended your hand to help me off the floor and pull me against you.

"I'm glad we were able to finally meet, this has been an incredible night." You say tenderly, then suggest we share a hot shower together before you have to be getting home.

The entire experience still gets me so wet every time my mind plays out every dirty detail. My craving begins to claw at me and have to touch myself, desperate to cum for you again.