Nature boy - A nice night out

We park up by the meadowland and chat away for a while. I want it to start. He is poised over my triggers.

I want it now. I lean into him and kiss him tenderly.

He reciprocates with effortless moves. Our lips tangle together and his hands stroke my face and neck. I can feel myself contracting and getting wet. I can hear some harsh electrical crackle of pylons high above our heads. Tight curling coils of metal, brimming with pent up energy.  

His hands stroke and cup and squeeze my breasts, through my clothes. He tells me he loves them. I laugh and tell him that's because they're great and he laughs too. He pulls down my top and starts to stroke the skin. It feels delicious. He dips his head down and sucks my nipples and I'm wiggling in my jeans and desperate to pull them down. We're still kissing, brash and desperate and any skill clocked off a long time ago.  

He unbuttons my jeans, I slide down the zip, I arch my back and yank them down my legs. His hand strokes between my thighs. I moan into his mouth. I am soaking. Really wet. Really ready. Really wanting. I let him play with me until I can't resist 

"Can we fuck? Can we just fuck here? Please? It's quiet enough".

He agrees. We clamber into the back of the car. I yank down his pants. His cock is hard and thick and mine right now. I kick my jeans off one leg, bend over his lap and slide him into my throat. He moans and is obviously appreciative. I suck and enjoy him, he strokes me while I suck and purr against him, and then it's about time. 

I lay on my back, my feet are high in the air, pressed on the inside roof of the car. I yank at his top and pull him towards me. His cock slides into me and its so filling, it's almost painful. We both moan. I need to come. I frantically stroke myself and climax in an aching, deep contraction. I can see him smiling at me, just about, in the dark. We carry on fucking. He leans in to kiss me and I can taste the salt of fresh sweat on his lips. The windows are steamed up.  My hand slides against the glass. The sex is aggressive and desperate.  Car lights flash past intermittently.

We separate and catch breath. Light a joint and smoke and have a giggle together. I ask if he wants me to suck him and he says yes if I do, and I say I want to do what he wants. I get to it, slowly sucking him into my mouth. Stroking and wetting with spit, jerking him with my hand. He tells me in a growl that he's going to come. Streams of ejaculate catch up in my mouth, my cheeks bulge as I pouch all the membranous white gunk in them. I kneel up and spit it in a gob of pearl essence, out of the window. He tells me I'm a dirty fucking girl and I grin at him. 

We carry on driving, he shows me a few other outdoors projects he's working on. We get out and wander around an orchard, eat some wild garlic and smoke a little more. On our way home through the country lanes, I ask him to stop the car. I pull his lips hard against mine. I tell him I want him to touch my pussy again.We yank off my jeans and he kisses me and thrusts his fingers deeply inside me, until I gush all over the seat of the car. I catch my breath, pull my jeans back up and we drive home. 

When I get home I'm still wanting, we kiss goodbye and I say I'll see him soon. I quietly get into the house ad lock the door. I lay down on the sofa and take off my jeans. My groin is swollen, sopping and fucked, I take a quick picture and send it to him, he likes that sort of thing. I stroke my clit and rock my body against my finger tips until I bring myself to a heady and intense climax, the sensation shatters through me and my breath rattles through the quiet house. 

Sir - sadistic stretching

I'm sitting on his lap on the sofa and we're kissing. I love how he kisses me, tender and tentative touches that devolve into a mash of tongues and licking lips. It makes me throb just thinking about it. 

He takes one of my nipples between his finger tips, strokes and tweaks it, I moan against his lips and rub my cunt against his thigh. I leave a streak of effluence on his trousers. 

We go upstairs and get undressed and our kisses continue. He strokes my chest and inbetween my legs and I get up to suck him. I slide his hard and eager cock into my warm mouth and enjoy him, he strokes my clit ad lips and makes me moan. and I suck him. He's hard and I'm eager and I desperately want to get fucked. 

When he puts me on my knees I'm so ready and I climax quickly, we slow down and just start to plain fuck. In and out, the room is warm, this feels amazing. I tell him. It's endlessly rhythmic and satisfying and we both drip off into our own dimensions and rut away, until he stops us. 

I whimper and ask for him to put his fingers inside me. I want the beautiful full sensation to carry on. He wants to quell my greediness. He starts by pushing his fingers into me. He keeps adding more fingers until I start to squeak and say it hurts. He says good. He stretches and stretches me, trying to drive his knuckles into my cunt. I beg him to stop and he doesn't. He pushes harder against the bone and muscle, it feels like a punch. He takes great delight in tapping deep spots inside me and causing yelps. Once he's gotten bored of stretching my cunt his attentions turn to my bottom. He works up slowly stretching me wide and thrusts his fingers in and out at a violent, speed. He makes me come like this eventually. I am bruised and snivelling and off in another zone. I curl up on the floor next to the bed and he goes for a cigarette. My head washes back into the real world and I get into our bed and curl into him. I'm hurting. 

I notice over the next few days, that I'm bruised. Sitting down hurts. He's very pleased about this. So am I. 

The Scotsman

A sweet a rustled up thing, thick Scottish drawl, sorta white wash blue eyes like bath water.  

I said "I like you, can I kiss you?" and we kissed and his lips were tender and his hand clasped tightly around my throat. 

When we got to his hotel room we undressed and got to bed. What a delicious cock. Thick and heavy and hard. I sucked him and he oozed sweet precum all over my soft lips. He tasted so fucking sweet. I begged for him to fuck me. The tightness was exquisite. Feeling so full. So eager to come. It hurts to remember because I can't remember it well enough. 

He pulled out and came on my body and I purred. 

We spooned up. He buried his head into the back of my neck and kissed me. He kept telling me that my face was beautiful as he littered the sensitive skin on my collar with kisses. 

He can say what he likes as long as it doesn't stop. 

He twisted my nipples with his finger tips and ran his hand down between my legs and stroked me. I rolled into him. His other paw was straight back around my throat. He growled at me, told me I was so wet. I told him its because he turned me on and for once it was the truth of it. 

We fucked again and came and then we curled up until he drifted off to sleep, I took a few looks at him, I got dressed and I left.

The PR guy

The pr man had peculiar features. If I'd liked him less he would have been ugly and if I'd liked him more he could have been beautiful. 

His enthusiasm was blatant, he came repeatedly inside me, I got to climax once. It wasn't bad but I'm not sure if ill bother going there again.