In the Bedroom

By Nikkinom

You can call it ‘charm’, when I found myself seated on the man’s bed, without any clothes, and legs spread as wide as I could. The only thing I knew about him, was the fact that he was almost twenty years older than me. But it was something else, that made me so comfortable to bare my body for him.

Even though he was shrouded in darkness, I could make out where his eyes were looking at. They were, on my naked body, at the area below my neck. My fingers mysteriously went to work, on my clit I never showed anyone how it was done. Little circles would cloud my mind, and taps would send tiny jolts up my back. There was no fear, of him doing anything but watch from his seat, a chair beyond the end of the bed.

The fiery tip of his cigarette would glow, as he took a puff of it, all in an unhurried, calm manner that helped more than he knew. I was slowly, touching myself to an orgasm. It would never occur to me, that I will come in front of a stranger, and even more so, at my usual loudness and intensity.

His smile that came when I climaxed, put my mind in even more ease. From where I sat, with the darkness he was in, I could tell that he was doing something to his pants. The unmistakable sound of zippers, messy ruffling of linen, he stopped moving once something tall, hard, poked out into the air.

‘Come’, his deep voice summoned my helpless body over, and I did. As I crawled closer, I could see how thick he was. It resembled his stature. A firm, grounded pillar, wrapped in flesh as thin as my labia. I went on my knees in front of his chair, and peered up at his overshadowed face.

Seconds passed without a word from him, and I knew better than to let him speak, for I cannot imagine what he might say. I put my hand around his penis, bent it towards me and brought my face closer. It was pink, I think. It was hard to tell from the yellow, tungsten light, but I could sense its power.

A power I craved to overpower.

My mouth went right up to it and my lips went around it carefully, without tasting anything yet. I held it there as I stuck my tongue towards it, pressing hard to know how much pre-cum, if any, was there. Salty, sweet, clean. That was all I needed to know of his hygiene. My head moved back and forth on its own, using saliva that gathered in my jaw to help him slide easier, in and out of my face.

I didn’t hear him groan, nor felt any twitches. He just sat there, smoking and enjoying it with his eyes closed. I almost liked how calm he was, but the competitiveness in me wasn’t gone. Like a natural, I went faster, taking him a little deeper but not enough to gag. Then, he flinched. I saw him tilt his head back, and he didn’t suck on his cigarette anymore. Ashes dropped as his toes clenched, until I suddenly felt his hand on the top of my head.

‘That’s enough’, he said in a suppressed-agitated tone. Had I won? Apparently, not. He helped me up and brought me into the bathroom, to the sinks where a wall of mirror laid behind them. All I noticed, was how my make up was still on, even my lipstick, that should be gone from the saliva and vigorous motion over it.

He put me over the sink and took a while to find my entrance, but it didn’t take any longer than that. He fucked my wet pussy so easily, as if I was made for him. My mind was all over the place. Especially so when his cock stretched my vagina walls so thinly, like a condom. I think I lost my wetness, when it got more and more intense. I could feel the bumps on his erection cleaning my insides out. He was reaching a spot no man had been, in a way no toys could match.

I was about to come again, and he could feel it too. He kept going faster and faster, hurting me at my hips where the sink was. Out of nowhere, a jet of hot cum sprayed inside me, and did not stop until I heard the loud, dripping noises of thick fluids hitting the floor. He gradually slowed his thrusts, but did not stop. He just went slow and steady until I felt my walls getting spread again.

He had already began picking up speed, shoving his meat inside my full vagina. As a first for me, to use cum as lubricant, I couldn’t help but get wetter. The thought of having cum pushed so far up me, while some of it was going to make another load. It turned me on so much.

Halfway, he grabbed a handful of my hair, and without yanking on them, brought me outside to the balcony where the cold wind blew. Somehow, he managed to bring his pack of cigarettes and lighter along, to light one up for each of us. While he made himself comfortable on the solid, steel chair, I bounced myself on his cock, feet tucked between his. It was an experience to be smoking at the same time fucking a man. I made sure to see where the lit end of the cigarette went when I put my hands on his thighs, so I could ride him better.

The second, consequetive round lasted longer, longer than the stick he handed me. Once I was done smoking, I could ride him better, and faster. I loved the huge electrifying shocks to my brain whenever I slammed my ass down on him. It would never fail to stop him from taking another puff. It was like a game, a child would play.

When my desire for another orgasm overwhelmed me, I stopped caring about his smoke. I rocked atop him so hard that when I was about to come, I made sure to use that tight, pretty pussy to milk him until his face crashed into my back. I felt the second squirt into my pussy coming so hard, and I went to rub my clit so I would still be throbbing on the inside.

He just came and came until he fell back, arms hanging over the armrest like a dead body. I only knew I felt full when I lifted myself up, but not how much until blobs of cum drenched his stubby cock. Not wanting to leave any stains on the floor, I turned to him and ate those excess cum up. I swallowed it like medicine, which taste didn’t get to me until they were in my belly.

We went back into the bathroom for a quick shower, and then to sleep. I remembered how I kept playing with his cock, wanting to see if a man could sleep with a hard on. The third round he so angrily forced it into me from behind, told me otherwise. The little anger made me wet quickly, and made him cum as quickly. There was almost nothing when he collapsed over my back.

Luckily, he still had strength to roll over before falling asleep. I couldn’t complain about the rage-sex that happened in the middle of the night when I sucked him because I couldn’t sleep.

I will miss his cock.

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