Meeting My Friend @ The Cafe

I moved, my heart racing under the lace of my now-exposed bra, until I stood between his legs. He leaned forward in his chair and reached out, lightly skimming his fingertips up my thighs, and my vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily. When they reached the hem of my skirt he slid his fingers just under the edge, moving smoothly upward, further under my skirt. They brushed lightly, softly, in tiny circles, barely skimming the lacy tops of my stockings. Then he ran his hands upward, palms firm against my skin, teasing and caressing me while he pulled my panties down, steadying me while I stepped out of them.

"Spread your legs, darling, just a little," he whispered, and as I did I felt cool air reaching under my skirt like another hand reaching up to my pussy. Again I sucked in my breath, my head falling back, and I felt rather than saw him smile. I wanted his hands, and I could already imagine how it was going to feel when he brushed his thumbs across my throbbing clit. Instead, he pushed my skirt up to my waist, put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward, quickly, almost toppling me as he ran his tongue up and down my slit, tasting the wetness there, lightly growling his pleasure. I grabbed his head for balance, helplessly gasping: "Oh Suresh, oh yes Suresh," as his tongue slid back and forth against my bare wet labia. Heat and a shivering kind of trembling spiraled through me. His hands squeezed my ass and pulled me even more firmly against his mouth. Shuddering, I felt his lips and tongue, licking, sucking, his teeth lightly nipping at that delicate skin. I held on tight as the climax began, shadows swirling, tight spiraling pulses of pleasure. "Yes, oh yes, ohhhhh yes," I whimpered.

He held me steady as the spasms receded, and again I felt him smiling. "You're so easy for me," he murmured. "I love that about you." I was concentrating on breathing, giggling softly, but shaky, and he was well aware of it. "Come here sweetheart," he told me, pulling me onto his lap, facing him, with one knee on either arm of the chair. My skirt was still gathered at my waist, and he ran his hands over my lacy bra.

"Pull the straps down," he said softly, his voice going even deeper in that way it did when he was deeply aroused, and I slid the lace over my shoulders, without pulling the cups down. "Now lift your breasts out of the cups for me. Oh yes. God, you are so beautiful. Now pull the straps back up." I froze, uncertain what he meant. "Do it. Yes, Pooja, pull the straps up like this, just leave your breasts exposed to me, like this. Yes, just like that. Now lean forward, baby, and put your hands under this one and feed it into my mouth." I leaned toward him just enough to feel his lips close around the tight, tingling nipple, and I moaned softly. "Mmmm, yes sweetheart, but more, give me more of it." I leaned closer, pulling his head toward me and pressing my aching breast to his eager, seeking mouth.

He licked my breasts, then sucked them, gently at first, then harder, licking again, making them really wet. He leaned back, eyes fastened to my wet, gleaming breasts, shiny with moisture from his mouth, and he teased the stiffened tips with his fingers, pulling them, pinching them, swirling circles through the liquid as it dried.

"God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" I moaned, a small, high-pitched sound of pleasure. He laughed softly and pulled me close again, mouth open, voraciously devouring my breasts, hot and greedy. "More," he demanded roughly, pulling me harder toward him. I offered the other breast eagerly to his hot, wet mouth and he took it deep into his mouth, sucking it, pulling the nipple erect, and biting it softly.

My legs were spread wide with my pussy fully exposed just over his lap, so close his cock could have slipped right inside me if he hadn't been dressed, and so wet that hot juice had dripped onto the front of his pants right over the big, hard bulge outlined there. I was frantic to touch him, so I opened his shirt and slid my palms over the smooth muscle and crisp hair of his chest. His body was so hot, so hard, and his heart was racing ... just like mine. Somehow, that sent my courage soaring. Reaching between us, I teased and pinched his nipples, and he gave a muffled groan around my tits. I slid my hands down, massaging that hard cock through his pants. He let go of my tits and threw his head back, breathing hard, and then urged me off him as he stood up.

"Sit down here, in the chair," he ordered, stripping off his clothes. He paced back and forth as the clothes came off, mentally working through a complex puzzle. His body was illuminated now by the soft light, and his fully erect penis was swaying as he paced. I couldn't take my eyes off it and I gripped the arms of the chair to keep from reaching for it.

"Spread your legs for me," he directed. The puzzle had clearly been solved. "Put one leg over each arm of the chair. Oh yes, baby, that's lovely. I want to lick you again, right there," and he knelt before me and pressed his tongue flat and hard right onto my clit. He rotated it in a circle, just once, before leaning back slightly. I had never felt so exposed, sitting there, spread open in what I imagined was the most wanton, lascivious pose imaginable. And I had never felt so turned on.

"You're so wet there, Pooja...so hot," he whispered, his mouth mere inches from where I was dripping honey. Then he reached for my hand and moved it down, placing it against my pussy. "Touch it," he said to me. "Right there baby. Touch that hot pussy for me. Feel it. Play with it. My god," he breathed as I moved my fingers, wetting them in the hot liquid seeping out, and then moving them in little circles over my clit. "That's so good." His voice trailed off, as his attention was fully captured by the way my hand was moving. I felt powerful, sensual, aroused, knowing I was pleasing this incredibly sexy lover.

Suddenly he covered my hand with his own and pushed my two middle fingers inside me. I gasped at the shock, the fleeting pain, the impossible soaring pleasure as two of his fingers entered me at the same time, moving my own fingers, stretching me to an almost impossible degree as he pushed slowly but steadily deeper, filling me, stroking me in a rhythm I could never have resisted. That rhythm was building, rising inside me, hot and electric, and I was starting to push against his hand, demanding more, when without warning he pulled the fingers out, all of them. I cried out, frustrated, disappointed, but he leaned forward and kissed me hard, on the mouth, as he pulled my hips forward, sliding them right to the edge of the chair.

Then I felt his cock slide inside me. He penetrated me with strong, firm, sure, pressure, and I was so slick and wet he slid in fast. "Ahhh," I sighed, "Suresh, fuck me, yes, fuck me," and he was growling, down low in his throat, his lips on mine. "There, baby. There, take it, take it all. Wrap those long legs around me and cum, cum for me, right now, do it, do it on my cock, god yes, Pooja, cum all over my cock." As he commanded, my pussy clenched, in helplessly, tight spasms, and the orgasm washed over me like a rush of adrenaline, shooting stars and brilliant neon colors swirling behind my eyes. It crashed around me and I heard his voice, crooning satisfaction, "Yes, darling, yes, god yes that's so good," and pure joy flooded through me.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close against him. I could feel his heart still pounding, steady and hard, his muscles rigid against me. When sanity returned I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed his neck. "Suresh, oh my god, that was so good, so god-damned fucking GOOD," and he laughed again, low and quiet.

"Baby, I love it when you talk nasty to me. But did you think we were finished, then?" and he pulled me back and looked directly into my eyes, smiling darkly, dangerously. "Oh no. No, love, there's more. So much more."

His lips teased the corners of my mouth. Gently he bit my lower lip, sharp little nips, then laved those places with his tongue. My over-stimulated senses were calming, soothed by his touch and the feel of his mouth against me. His hands stroked me, gently -- then more firmly as I leaned toward him, anticipating where his mouth would land next and moving to meet it. He pulled away, smiling, but I managed to capture his mouth with mine, intimate, hot, wet lips brushing against hot, wet lips. He refused to deepen the kiss, but I wanted his tongue in my mouth, and despite his coyness, I knew exactly what to do to get it.

I pulled back, just a little, enticing him; I traced the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue, leaving a wet trail around his mouth. He opened his lips just slightly, and instantly I slipped the tip of my tongue inside, then withdrew it almost as quickly. I felt his breath on my face as he exhaled slowly, steadily, strongly aroused but still in control. I smiled, enjoying my power.

His lips parted again, more this time, and obeying the silent invitation I thrust my tongue hard inside, circling just once inside his mouth. When I pulled back he leaned toward me, searching, and I met him fully, hands behind his head, tongue thrusting deep, stroking his tongue and the roof of his mouth. When I slowly pulled my tongue back, his followed...just as I wanted.

The tip of his tongue slid between my lips and I sucked it, gently, pulling it in more deeply. "God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!" He moaned, deep in the back of his throat, but then shifted somehow so he was over me, looming above me, and I reached up for him. He dominated me, commanded me, controlled me, and I reveled in it. He took my mouth, devouring it, and then suddenly he pulled away and I felt his hands twist in my hair, pulling it back, hard, my head forced backwards as he feverishly dragged his mouth and tongue down my neck, then further down.

Suddenly he stood, pulling me to my feet, and led me to the bed. "Here, Pooja, I want you here. Lie down for me. Ahhh, yes, beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful. Spread your legs for me baby, I want to see you. I want to see that hot pussy. Yes, I want to see right there, right there where my cock was just a little while ago." I shivered, hearing the hunger in his voice, feeling his eyes burning my delicate tissues where he gazed so intently; then he rose. "Close your eyes for me sweetheart. Yes, that's perfect," and I heard footsteps moving away and then returning. "Now hold out your hands." As I did I felt the rough brush of cloth, and I giggled as I realized he was tying my wrists with the belt from one of the bathrobes. "Ah, you like that, don't you, my little slut," and I heard the amused pleasure in his voice. "Yes, you do. I know it, Pooja. I know you love it. My hot little slut."

He finished tying my hands over my head, leaving room for me to move, but not enough to allow me to escape. "Would you like to know what I'm going to do next?" I was trembling now, almost shivering, uncertain just how far he'd go. His smile was mysterious, controlled, and far from reassuring. "I'm going to fuck you." He whispered the words, deceptively soft, but direct, uncompromising. "I'm going to put my big, hard cock right inside you, right here," and he thrust two fingers inside me, swift, deep and hard, and I was so wet they slid in like a hot knife through butter. I gasped at the intensity of the pleasure, my back arching off the bed. "Yes, and then I'm going to move it in, and out, and in again, just like this," letting his fingers demonstrate that delicious motion. "And I'm going to keep doing it, just like that, till you come again, like the screaming little slut I've seen tonight. And then," and he pulled his fingers out, slowly, leaving juice dripping out of my hot hole and trailing his fingertips down, following that trail, "then I'm going to turn you over and take you, right here." He slid his middle finger inside my tight little ass hole, and I nearly shrieked out loud. "Your ass is mine, baby. It's all mine, and I want it, and I'll fucking take what I want, and I'll make you cum like that. You know it, don't you baby." Just hearing those words, those nasty erotic words, and I wanted it so bad I couldn't speak, but my breathless whimpering moans must have given him the answer he wanted.

He moved over me, pushing my legs apart, and ran his palms up my thighs, slowly, staring at my pussy. I knew how hot it was, and how wet, and I could imagine how it looked, stretched open from the fingers he'd pushed inside me. His eyes were aroused, intent, the pupils dilated as he moved the tip of his cock to that opening and just rested it there, lightly, not moving. I tried to push against it, to take it inside, nearly screaming for him to give it to me. After a moment he moved it up, sliding the head up my slit to let it touch my clit. I could feel the pre-cum that had seeped out of him, moistening the head of his cock, as he slid it up that sizzling skin, and when it touched my clit I gasped as my pussy throbbed hard in response. He laughed again, that low sexy laugh, and then pushed his cock right inside me, hard and fast. Oh, he knew I loved it like that. I came again, right then, the orgasm spiraling through me, and he ground his hips hard against me, making it last.

"You ARE a slut, aren't you?" he said, whispering against my mouth, and kissed me. "I love that; my slut, my own little red-hot slut. God, Pooja, I want to fuck you all night." I loved how he talked to me with his mouth against me, kissing me, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, pinching them hard, right on the tips, really hard, then gently, then hard again. "Do you want that? You want me to fuck you all night? You want my dick in you, shoving into you, hard, like this," and he demonstrated, "all night long? You're so slick, so tight and hot and wet in there, I want to do it baby, I want to give it to you hard, just like you want it. Now cum for me. Right now. Cum for me, yes, give it to me, cum right on my cock," and my God, I was there again, I felt it again, I came. Again.

I gasped for air, struggling to keep some hold on my sanity, and then I felt it...his hands sliding under me, turning me over. I must have made some sound, some whimpering protest, because immediately I felt his lips at my ear, whispering, soothing me. "Yes, baby, you'll love this, you'll fucking love it, my little slut, it'll be so fucking good, my cock is going to fuck your ass baby, just think how it's going to feel, so tight, so sweet and tight and hot," and his cock, stiff, pulsing, huge and wet, pressed against my tight little ass hole as he held himself above me, braced on one forearm.

For a moment all I felt was panic. I knew I couldn't cum any more, I knew I couldn't feel any more pleasure, and I didn't want this. Then his tongue slid around the outer edge of my ear, and across the back of my neck, and down. I felt that warm, shimmering fever wash over me, and unbelievably, he was right. I wanted it. I needed it, I thought I would die if I didn't get that big hard dick in my ass, I wanted it so urgently I pressed upward against him, seeking the penetration I suddenly craved. His hands slid to my breasts and squeezed, gently at first, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He felt my hips move against him and I felt his breath in a warm rush at my ear. Suddenly I knew he was sighing with relief. He knew I wanted it, and I knew that he needed that, he needed me to feel that hot urgent ache to have him, right now, right fucking now.

"Yes baby, yes, I'm going to give it to you. Here, here it is, oh god, take it," he urged me, breathless, pushing the big velvety head into me, entering very, very slowly. The pressure built, slowly, steadily, and I welcomed it, my pussy gushed hot fluid when I didn't think I had any left, and I wanted to scream but the only sound I made was this high-pitched little moan "uh... Oh.....mmmmmmmmmmmmhahhahah! ....uhh..mmmm...";. He knew what it meant. He knew I loved it...and he kept whispering, talking to me, hot hoarse words of praise and pleasure. When the head popped past that tight little ring of muscle, I cried out sharply, startled but elated. "Take all of it, baby, take more. Yes, just like that, oh god that's good. Yes, baby, I'll give you just what you want, I'll give you all you want, just tell me," and he pushed harder till it was deeper in. It hurt, a dull throbbing ache, but I wanted it, I wanted it just like that, I wanted it to hurt and I pushed up, harder, pressing against him as hard as I could.

"Fuck me, fuck my ass, god yes fuck me hard Suresh, give it to me." He laughed again, knowing he had me now, knowing I needed this as much as he needed to give it to me. "You want that, baby? You want it deep and hard? Here then, just like this, take it. Oh fuck yes, take it all, take my cock in your ass, I love you fucking me like this baby." His voice tightened and I felt him freeze against me, and he held his cock still, inside me, gripping my hips and pulling me tighter onto that thick mass. I fucked him frantically, my pussy throbbing so hard I jerked against him involuntarily. With that movement I could feel spasms shaking me as those brilliant neon lights flashed and exploded behind my eyes. Dimly, barely conscious, I knew he was groaning, harsh tight sounds as if he were strangling. "ohhhh damn... ohhhdamnnnn!!... he's cumming! I can feel it!" I felt his cock pulsing, strongly, shooting hot cum into me, and filling me with it like a river of molten lava. I felt every gasp, every pulse, every twitch of his cock in my ass, I felt it there, and I felt it in my pussy. I twisted, writhing again as wild, shimmering heat flooded me.

I melted against him as he collapsed, turning aside so his weight didn't crush me. "My god," I heard him whispering. "My god, oh my god, Pooja." His voice was so soft I felt it rather than heard it. I was barely even aware of the sounds I was making; breathless, whimpered moans. Every muscle trembled, but I pressed so close to him I half-expected him to protest. Instead his arms tightened, pulling me even closer.

We planned to meet again the next day, as my Husband was off to Delhi for a week. The next day, I wrapped up my work and was home very early. I was there at home lying on the sofa, waiting for Suresh.My pulse was pounding when he walked in the door. The house was quiet; the room lit only by the scented candles and the fireplace. Suresh paused in the entryway, taking it all in with one glance, and then his eyes lit on me.

He saw it immediately, the bright hot glitter in my eyes; he knew this mood very well, and when he saw it -- when he saw that I just wanted it, now, I had to have it, he responded to that need, and I could see his response in the little smile that brushed his lips.

He paused at the door and I held up a glass of wine for him, smiling. He slowly crossed the room to take it, and his eyes held mine, steady and intent. They raked me, those eyes, roaming down over my soft blue silk robe. The top was pulled tight against me, outlining my breasts. The bottom half had fallen open a bit, showing smooth bare leg, all the way up to the top of my thigh. That knee was raised as he got close to me. My nipples tightened when his eyes brushed them, lingering. I felt heat all the way through my body as he concentrated on my thighs.

He slowly sipped the wine, standing over me, looking down. I saw him, suddenly, as a powerful, dangerous wizard, casting a spell. My pulse quickened. I wanted to challenge the wizard, to confront him, to show him I wasn't afraid. Perhaps a part of me wanted to conquer him. But no matter how what my conscious brain knew or believed about men and women and relationships, another part of me recognized that pure masculine power and wanted to surrender to it. For that moment, that part of me wanted, and needed, to be dominated, to be overwhelmed, and to be completely mastered by that power. The intensity, the eroticism of that almost magnetic force surrounding him, flowed shimmeringly through me, and every nerve, every cell in my body leapt in response.