As you may have gathered, I am a big fan of fucking. In all its thrusting, sometimes frantic, sometimes romantic messiness, I love to fuck. But I also love what comes before that. The kissing.
I can kiss for hours, my oral fixation demands it. It is understood that when I am ready, I will move my hand to demand what is mine, a rock hard cock or a dripping wet cunt, but only when I am ready. If you are not willing to put in the work for me by kissing me, then why should I reward you with what else my mouth is really very good at.
Before my first threesome with SH, we discussed kissing with others. I don't like seeing him kiss anyone else, but he loves it. So I make sure that I do it a lot. A very handsome stranger walked into our hotel room and I was kissing him before he could even put his bottle of water down. No awkwardness, no self consciousness, just mouths, hungry.
But that is not who I am going to talk about today. Today I am going to talk about not only snogging the face off someone, but that someone being someone you have no business to be snogging the face off.
I had heard about his monster dick, of course I had. When you work that closely with so many people who not only share your work, but your values, it is bound to become incestuous rather quickly, especially when one of your colleagues is rumoured to have a cock that would make a donkey cry.
But it wasn't his cock I was after. Well, not to start with. It was his mouth, and his hands and sense of confidence, but mainly his mouth. Even ten years later, my mouth starts to tingle with the thought of his and my cunt has started to stir, It was a great mouth. (I still see him online sometimes and the sight of that mouth still makes mine start to open). Full, but not over ripe, on the wide side but not clown like. Moist, but not slobbery. Soft looking, but with the potential to bite chunks out of you. "Oh what a sexy mouth you have..." "all the better to kiss you with..."
I had a BF at the time, but he lived a million miles away (Suffolk) and he didn't mind if I got what I needed elsewhere between the times I saw him. And having escaped from a terrible marriage, he knew I needed affection and to be desired. And I had woken up restless in a way that not even a prolonged wank and a nap could sate. I wanted to be held, I wanted to be desired, I wanted to be kissed.
On the train I messaged the guy who I knew wanted me, the one with the enormous cock, and told him I was on the way for a meeting. I asked him, did he fancy finding somewhere quiet to kiss me? "Yes please" came back almost before my message had finished sending. It was on.
The BF was very excited. For someone who professed to be straight, he took quite the interest in other mens' cocks. Then I noticed that the man next to me had been reading my texts. And it was obvious by his shifting in his seat and the bulge in his trousers that he was getting turned on by it. BF was turned on too, and to be honest, so was I. So I removed my scarf, ran my fingers over my tits and 'accidentally' dropped my scarf in the guy's lap. I reached my hand under it and very, very gently ran my fingers across his by now engorged and throbbing cock, while texting the BF to tell him EXACTLY what I was doing. I almost felt sorry for the guy trying not to moan out loud on the packed commuter line. Even more so when I plucked the scarf back up and got off the train the stop before the end of the line. Leaving him there hard and confused.
I strutted into the office. Jeans, knee length boots, oversized jumper with one shoulder bare, hair looking glossy, lips ready. Straight into the meeting.
Half way through I got a text. "Shower room."
"I'm sorry, I need to sort this out. Back shortly." I left my bag in the meeting room and headed to the shower room. And there he was. Tall, slim, gorgeous. Hungry.
"Just kissing."
He nodded, then we pounced. And fucking hell that man knew how to kiss a woman. That mouth that is making my tongue run over my lips just remembering it was soft then hard, dry then wet. Chaste then full of tongue. And I matched him move for move. My treacherous hips reached towards him and he groaned as he pushed his toward me in answer. He groaned as moved hands under my jumper and I moaned as he moved them round to the front, brushing my nipples gently with his thumbs as his cock looked for my clit and found it. He gently chewed on my neck, not enough to mark me, as he rocked his hips back and forth. I breathed into his ear and gasped words of encouragement as my cunt matched him rock for rock.
"Just kissing?"
"Just kissing."
I don't know how long we were down there, but I was in the moment, just enjoying feeling well practiced hands on my body. Usually, I would not go near anyone who was such a player, but this guy. Fuck. This guy. Feeling that enormous rock hard and throbbing cock rubbing against me while he kissed me expertly was too much. I came really hard and gripped his well rounded and pert ass, limiting his movement while I did. He covered my mouth with his to muffle the scream as I did and when I slid my tongue in, he came really hard too. That massive cock thrumming while he came, pressed up against me was too much for my poor pulsating clit and I came again.
Breathless, we pulled apart eventually and I kissed him on the cheek, leaving wordlessly, headed back to my meeting and finished it by kicking ass and taking names. My divine feminine had been worshipped by three men already and it wasn't 10am yet. I don't know what the rest of his day was like, though I expect his wife had flowers that night.
What happened with me that night? Well. That is another story for another day.
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