Next time?

The quiet came fast. Not silence. Quiet. The air conditioner’s soft humming. The muffled sound of traffic outside. The last creak of the bed.

And both of your calm panting.

You don’t see anything yet. Too much to experience in the moment to open your eyes. It would just ruin it. You focus on your other senses.

The room smells of sweat, perfume, and fulfilled lust. You remember burying your face in His chest, breathing in His sweet-sour bodily scent. It wasn’t perfume—but a mix of His own sweat, lust and manliness.

You feel the soft breeze of the AC on your face. The silky touch of the crumpled sheets. The tender feel of the satin pillow under your hips. The slipperiness of your saliva covering your whole body. His weight, still pulling you down.

His weakening throbbing inside you.

The bitter-sour Scotch you sipped so delicately. The salty taste of His sweat and your own cum lingers around in your mouth. Too delicious and too dirty for you to swallow. You rather let it out onto your saliva-drenched panties that He stuffed into your mouth after He turned you prone on your stomach. The pain in your shoulder after He bit you during His final climax.

This is how He came inside you. After pounding you relentlessly, grunting like a wild beast after He smelled the heating bitch in His territory. And you, taking it, arching your back for Him to have better access to your lusty hole, and a better view of your round inviting ass. By that time he didn’t talk, not even calling you ’bitch’ or ’whore’… just the grunts and wild moans. You were a bitch to His hound. A broodmare to his stallion. A cow to His breeding bull.

Not at the beginning. Your shy smiles, answered by His confident lead as you took a step into His flat with your clicking heels. The way He complimented your makeup. Your pretty face. Your feminine figure in the mini dress. A true gentleman.

The way He reached out to you, barely even a touch. The way He caressed your body while removing your dress, leaving only the essentials on.

The first kiss on your lips. The slight moan you let out when he touched your collarbone. Your ears. Your neck.

Half an hour (or felt like so) after the kiss and not even a grope of genitals. By the time He helped you onto your knees in front of Him, you were so turned on, you thought the first peck on His manhood will result in an orgasm for you.

And oh, it did!

However much you wanted to consume and make love to His dick, you still repressed. Just a small kiss. A lick of the tip. A fondling of His balls. The smell of sweat on them. A slow, maddening lick from the base to the tip. Then another one. All while maintaining eye contact, looking at His desperately turned on face with your lustful eyes, even letting out a girly giggle. He asked you not to swallow your saliva, but let it all drip onto you. And you were glad to oblige. The first sight of your drool running down between your breasts made His cock twitch a few times.

The first taste of His salty precum is where you lost it. You turned from lover to whore. From delicate to rough. From gentle licks to making out with His dick like a hormone-driven high schooler. Gulping up and down, essentially swallowing all of His 7 inches. You practiced. You knew what you were doing. He had so much self-control he didn’t cum, but His expression told of an inner fight between release and holding back. Repress won. But not for long.

He pulled you up from the blowjob and kissed you with such passion, you knew it is time for you. Your tongue freezed, your body became tense, your legs shook. Your breath was rapid and sensual. Your precum ran down your stockings-covered thighs.

Next time?

He put you to bed so delicately, like He could break you if He wasn’t careful enough. Soft kisses on your stomach. His tongue dancing on your body. The fondling of your flat chests, just like if you were a girl with small boobs.

He specifically asked you not to put on breast forms. He wanted You to be You.

He asked if you were sure about not receiving a blowjob. You were. You allow it only to girls – whoever you claim to be.

He reached for the lube. You grasped.

Both of you agreed on not using condoms. Getting knocked up, however impossible, is still a dirty fantasy of yours.

You collected a mouthful of saliva, only to be slowly let out onto yourself while he entered you.

You moaned harder than you thought you would. There is no way back. You are His.

His delicate woman.

You just couldn’t wait to lift your legs. The sight of your heels in the air brought you into such ecstasy, like a signal, a reminder of who you are and what you are doing.

’I am dressed like a woman. I am at a stranger man’s place. I lie in his bed. And his cock is inside my body, slowly pumping me!’

The thought struck you. And made you orgasm again.

You felt the stretch inside you tensing and releasing. Tensing and releasing. Tensing and releasing. Escorted by moans, grunts, compliments, dirty talks, kisses, saliva, sweat and raging hormones.

He got deeper with each thrust until you felt his balls slapping your buttcheeks. After several thrusts, you told him to stop as he is the deepest inside you, feeling his balls on you.

Your legs shook again. ’I love your balls on my butt’ – you pressed out the words between your lips. This time, you soaked through your panties that soon will be stuffed into your mouth.

He hugged you while being still inside you. He didn’t move. Just hugged, like a true lover.

You hugged him back. You cried a little in disbelief… how could something so good happen to you!

Then he moves a little. Maybe half an inch, in and out. It turns you crazy. You didn’t think he could make it even better.

You felt like it was your turn. You changed places. His penis came out of you with a squelching sound. As you were on top of Him, you grabbed His manhood, putting it back into where it belonged.

You rode Him like a champion, bouncing up and down, all through His whole penis length. He just stared at you, grabbing your butt, licking your saliva drenched torso, asking you to add a little more. You did and you also grinded against his body.

Well, it was the time when He lost it. Not a human anymore, He flipped you onto your stomach. But we already know how it ended…

Next time?

Returning to the present reality, you slowly regain your humanity. You already feel His palm on your back, caressing you carefully. The soft kisses on your shoulder blades. The diminishing stretch inside you. The panties leaving your mouth, just to be replaced by His tongue. His lips on your lips. His breath on your breath.

Him whispering ’You are beautiful’.

Not the words you expected after such bestial lust. Not the words usually meant for a dressed up man, acting like a whore. Not the words after a one-night stand.

But the words that hit your core. That pushed a button inside your mind and soul.

Whatever you are outside, right now you truly are a woman. A desecrated, wrecked, dirty whore, yes, but also a beautiful, delicate woman.

He asks you to remove your lingerie. He wants to feel you as you push your bodies together. Your wig stays, of course.

He embraces you. He is the big spoon and you are the little one. You talk. About nothing and everything. Like a couple.

You look at the time. You planned to leave with the last train and it is soon to come.

But you don’t want to.

Next time?

Maybe. Maybe some other day…

But why not today?

Next time?

No. Not the next time.

All the time.

You both fall asleep, drenched in saliva, cum and sweat. But not before he inserts himself back inside you.