Gift for Departure
One Night Stand
"I've fancied you for a while now," Jessica whispered, caressing my arm. Her fingers were icy against my heated skin. The deafening music created by the bar jukebox made her move closer. "I was too scared to speak up. However, you're leaving... so I figured now's the time or never," she shared.
"I'm glad you finally said something," I replied.
I reached out and stroked her hip. Her hand moved on my arm as I did so. I pulled her towards me. I could hear her breathing quicken. Her sweet, vodka cranberry scented breath enticed me to kiss her.
We began to kiss softly, testing each other's pressure and intensity. I started to get hard. I pressed my stiff member against her. She responded by opening her mouth and caressing my tongue with hers. I grabbed her backside and pulled her in more. She pressed my still-growing dick against her leg. I reached between her thighs and slid my hand downwards. I felt her wet, pulsing pussy through her dark leggings. She gasped when I rubbed my fingers against her swollen labia. I, bending at the hips, reached low and touched her clitoris. She tensed and dug her nails into my shoulder.
"Let's ditch this place," I murmured in her ear.
"Not now," she panted. She grabbed my palm and led me to the restroom at the back of the bar. She hurried to the ladies', pushed me towards an unused stall, and slammed the door shut. I spun the bolt in place. She was already undoing my belt. She opened my trousers and slipped her hand into my underpants. My penis, rock solid, was stroked.
I tore at her blouse, opening the first few buttons before ripping it open. I pinched the clasp of her bra and yanked it off, exposing her hauntingly beautiful breasts. I leaned towards her breast and nibbled. I bit down gently, causing her to shriek. I pulled at her nipple with my teeth, eliciting more moans. I squeezed her other breast with my hand and kissed her nipple. I sucked on it, while palming her opposite breast. I bit down just a bit harder, giving her just a bit of pain. She grunted and stroked me harder.
I lowered my hands down her midriff and squeezed her slick pussy through her blanket of leggings. I slipped my palm between her legs and rubbed her pubic mound. I slid my fingers towards her clitoris. Hit got increasingly soaked.
I pulled my hand from her pants and stumbled on her leggings and underwear, dropping them to the ground. I stuck two fingers inside her. There was no resistance. She was wet, prepared. I started finger-fucking her, matching her speed. Her moans got louder, in time with my thrusts. I angled my fingers and found the spot inside her vagina that made her moan the loudest. She started to shake, and I sped up, pushing inside her faster.
I removed my fingers, leaving her final moments with me uncertain. I ripped away her leggings and panties and sat her against the tile wall behind me. No time to be subtle, I thrust my fingers back inside her with vigor. I could feel her pussy clench and release. I could hear her climax approaching. I pushed my middle finger onto her clit, rapidly rubbing it. Nearing climax, she began to scream. I covered her mouth with one hand. She was not going anywhere.
I raised and curled my fingers, aiming for her G-spot. I felt her pussy throb. She wasn't going to escape. She arched her back and pushed my fingers further. She came vigorously, pushing my fingers out. She jumped. Her bare bottom slammed against the side of the stall. I pulled my hand away and, pressing my other hand flat against her clit, rubbed back and forth.
I felt her climax reach its peak. I slowed down my finger rubs and freed her throat. Her face turned deep red. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She came once more, so hard she elbowed my fingers out of her intimate regions. Her back arched and her ass slapped against the metal wall. I stopped my hand from roaming and took a moment to observe. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. My penis was in her hand again, and she began to stroke it. I dug my nails into her taut abdomen.
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After reaching climax, she glared at me with a fiery passion. She didn't bother to care where her feet went, and they poked into the stall next to us. She got on her knees, eagerly wrapping her warm mouth around the tip of my erection. She gently massaged my balls and moaned as she savored the taste of me.
I couldn't help but gasp and moan as I reveled in the pleasurable sensations. With each stroke of her head, she buried her mouth further onto me, meeting the back of her throat and triggering a gag. The undeniable urge to cum started rising. She sucked, stroking me with her hand while bobbing her head up and down. Despite her urge to swallow me whole, she'd inevitably have to pull back and start over.
She jerked me off with one hand while holding onto the base of my cock with the other. Her mouth was everywhere, tastes familiar and unique swirling my senses. She slid my dick into her mouth some more, reiterating her efforts to deepthroat. Another gag escaped her, and her hand left my length to stroke her cheeks, signaling her determination.
My orgasm grew stronger, ready to burst at any moment. A creamy white liquid formed as she swallowed my member, gripping first with her throat than her hand halfway down and finally at the base. Gasping and choking, she held me there to savor the gentle caress. We shared a knowing, satisfying grin. Then, as she let go, she swallowed again with a pop, leaving a trail of spit across her face and the tip of my penis.
Unsatisfied, she repeated the process one more time, working through the motions but with a heavier stroke after I pushed her head down. This time, I had more control, pushing her head farther down until she was choking. Her lips pressed hard against my pelvis as I fucked her face with zeal.
I neared the edge of my climax, finally releasing with a sigh. My body tightened as jets of fluid sprayed down her throat. She allowed me to enjoy the sensations while she swallowed every last drop.
"You can take me home now," she whispered.
A short ride later, we were embracing and making out in the hallway outside her apartment. Luscious desires filled us both. I couldn't wait to be inside her, and I grabbed her again as we fumbled with each other's clothing, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in our wake. I guided her into the living room, forcing her down onto her couch. She spread her legs as she cooed, "I'm so wet."
She jumped on me passionately and our mouths locked, our tongues dancing together as our hands eagerly undid zippers and buttons, freeing ourselves. We finally broke apart to remove our socks and shoes. I rejoined the fervent kiss, leaning over her to unfasten her bra and massaging her breasts. But she stopped and chided, "You're making me wait too long for this."
I took her hands off my cock and returned to play with her breasts again. My fingers roamed, teasing her nipples as we passionately kissed. The anticipation was killing me. Together, we quickly shed the rest of our clothes, tossing them about the room.
She climbed on top of me, her legs straddling my waist. She ground her hips, dancing them against mine. Finally, she leaned in and whispered, "I can't wait. I need to be filled now." And with that, she slid down onto me, the head of my cock meeting her wetness. As it slid inside her, we both clasped our hands against the couch to steady ourselves.
I let her set the pace, desperate to taste every inch of her, to feel her welcome feel. She rocked, feeling every inch inside her. "I can't wait," she said as she picked up speed. Shouts of pleasure and praises of my size were in unison. Even though I'd cum in her mouth, I still felt the intense sensations.
The room filled with our cries of pleasure, as her pussy gripped me and I used her as my playground. I stroked her while our lips fused together.
In the end, we lay there, exhausted. She rolled to my side, curling up against my body. We entwined our fingers behind our heads, and I traced lines on her back with my nails.
"I'll never leave you," I whispered slowly. One of my fingers drifted down, running along her side, her stomach, and finally connecting with my mouth. Gently, I kissed each swollen point, forcing her to exhale sharply when I nibbled at one. Her breaths quickened and became more erratic as I traced new paths.
"How do you like it?" I asked with purpose.
"Perfect. It's been forever since I've had someone bite me like that," she moaned, pattering my torso with soft kisses.
"Anything else you want me to do?"
"Just keep touching me like that. I'm so happy."
As I did, I was overcome by contentment as I realized this woman felt loved. I pictured all the times I had sucked her. How my entire life had seemed to revolve around those moments. I smiled. We would be together forever.
Without hesitation, I jumped onto her, locked lips with hers again, and cupped my penis base, seeking her entrance. She moved her hands, guiding my penis tip into her. I entered. As snug and elastic as she was, I persisted with rhythmic motions. Both of us felt my penis fitting just right within her. The last two inches were forced in. Her reaction was gasp. Multiple times, I repeated these pushes, to prepare her for vigorous sex.
Next, I shifted gears and confined myself to the mission. I accelerated my pushes and incorporated my sofa sofa arm's assistance in order to operate her clitoris at my maximum depth. We both responded with grunts of satisfaction. My rod felt like a silken punctured sack, wet and moist. All the while, my objective: her astonishing tightness captivated me. Her Artificial Intelligence would regularly tense her muscles, intensifying my elation.
Brazen cries filled the room. Her breathing speeds altered; she uttered significantly less frequently. On the precipice of a climax, she suddenly modified to heavy breathing. Her exclamations evolved to "Oh God...Oh fuck...Fuuck...Fuck YES baby. I'm going... I'm going to..." She abandoned her idea mid-sentence. Her eyes closed, and she struggled against the sofa arm with uncontrollable strength. My penis relentlessly met her interior core, causing bodily slaps and vacant cries. My own moaning accentuated her pandemonium. Inner heat consumed her, and I tried to maintain control, understandably difficult.
Her intense orgasm concluded. I chose to offer myself a respite. I suggested my intention to fuck her from her back. I prodded her from below, And then, I pulled her to the arm outstretched sofa's side; she had spread out. Her pussy, ass, and vaginal opening were all visible. I resolved to fully relish her raw sexual exposition. I leaped up, and I rhythmically rubbed myself. I seized the opportunity, fully admiring her exposed sex glamour, and pressed my pelvis inside her. The placement of her petite fingers cemented the position. Sensually, I sunk back into her, savoring the tender wetness.
As I approached thrusting, I started careful. My penis barreled languidly, just the head barely penetrating her depths, and gradually escalated. Her repeated entreaties became uber desperate. "Please, daddy, give it to me", she panted. In lieu, I persisted in maintaining prolonged, harmonized ministrokes with only a partial erection. Then, I inserted a short sharp burst of aggressive pushing. Another climax became imminent; she shuddered, grunted, and then exploded, serialistically. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the arm of the sofa, along with my detached cock. I embraced and returned her, my now ungainly tool, penetrated her flesh once more. My cock was restarted by her clitoris-rubbing technique. Her pleasure immediately resumed, exaggerated by my speed.
The slaps began to resemble collisions. There were repeated piteous whines. Whispered, "Please, daddy, daddy."
It demanded supreme control of my stage. I disengaged, aiming at an erotic climax. She exhorted me to resume, "I want your cum..." I resumed, a tempest of passion. I, with an exalted momentum, chased her climactic finality. Her "I'm cumming...oh, FUCK!" was my impetus to culmination. I, at last, ejaculated ropes of cum on her back, dribbled onto her pubic entrance. My response to my own climax was a resounding shudder. After an unbearably long experience of anticipation, my stimulation dwindled from me. I ejaculated one final time, on her folds. Her body laid quiescent on the couch edge. I glided towards the kitchen.
I returned to her, caressed her cum-caked backside, and registered her rested satisfaction. She gifted me her hand, and unsuccessfully attempted my fingers; her effort was concluded by pristine gluing them to her mouth. My smeared hand traveled to the kitchen, followed by my steps.
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