“Of course I still love you. What makes you think otherwise?” I told my boyfriend on call, as I sat on my colleague Prathik’s bed, gently stroking his dick.
It was our fourth major fight that month, and as much as I wanted to, I could not blame my boyfriend for nearly two years for picking up such fights. A long-distance relationship was such a hardball to juggle and it was hard to maintain the same level of spark we had when we met two years ago at college while pursuing a masters’ program.
Adding to the misery, my constant late-night work hours and miscommunication had pushed my boyfriend to the edge, making him scrutinize everything I did and look at things with an eye of suspicion. Eventually, I felt the flame dying out.
It was at this point that things started getting intense with Prathik, who was a raging fire on the other hand. Prathik was also a friend from college, and he knew my boyfriend and in detail about our turbulent relationship. During one of our regular after-office drinks session, which included other colleagues, Prathik caught me sobbing in the corner of his flat. I was having an argument with my boyfriend and we said some nasty things to each other.
Prathik asked me to calm down, offered me a box of tissues and a glass of water. He then sat patiently next to me, as I ranted about my feelings. All this while, he never uttered a word, just kindly listening. In between, he made us a couple of drinks and we sat together in his warm, dimly lit room.
After I finished my rant, he was about to open his mouth, probably to advise me on what to do. I turned to look at his face, our eyes met and before he knew, I grabbed him by his hair and locked my lips with his.
He pulled me back, asked if I’m not making a mistake. I told him to shut up. He obliged. I got up, sat on his lap, and kissed him. With one hand grabbing me by my hair, he slowly guided his other hand into my t-shirt.
His warm fingers on my bosom sent me into a state of euphoria. I let his fingers circle my areola and teasingly pinch my nipple. On the other hand, my tongue was busy exploring the depths of his mouth.
With our lips still locked, he lovingly turned me onto the bed and was on top of me.
Soon, I could feel his hand unhooking my bra and my breasts fell out of the cups. I felt a tingly sensation between my thighs, as he grabbed my breasts, the warm breath from his nostrils on my face. In an instant, I took off my t-shirt and pressed his face onto my breasts. He took small bites of my juicy 36 D breasts, his cold tongue circling my nipples while his facial hair itched my soft skin.
I could sense a lot of built-up sexual energy just breaking loose as he ran his tongue down my body, his icy saliva covering every curve. He came back to my face, parted my hair, and began to gently bite my lips. His hands were busy fondling my ear lobes and my nipples.
And as his focus shifted from my lips to my armpits, his fingers followed suit, moving from my upper torso to my jeans. As one hand lightly traced my inner thighs on top of the jeans, the other handheld my arm, our fingers intertwined as he licked my armpit.
My panty was wet beyond measure. And it was bound to be. It had been ages since I had sex. And when Prathik’s finger went under my pant to rub my clit over my undergarment, the river had exploded. He looked at me, as my embarrassed self tried to clench my thighs so as to absorb my juices into my jeans.
He needed no further signs. In one swift motion, my jeans came flying down. My purple panty was all sorts of wet. And like the broken floodgates of a dam, my juices began flowing vigorously when he softly licked my inner thigh. At this instant, I was begging him to give me his dick, fill me up so as to stop his bed from getting wet any further.
But boy did he listen. Parting my panty, he twirled my wet pubes. And with one finger on top of my clit, he let his tongue do the rest of the work. I moaned so loudly, we were afraid it would be audible to our colleagues in the hall. He had to gag my mouth with his palm as he continued licking every drop of my pussy juice. I grabbed his hair, the bedsheet, my breasts, and anything else I could lay my hands on, in an effort to stifle my moans. With his tongue still inside of me, he brought his fingers to the fore as well, parting my pussy with them and shoving his tongue deeper inside. His beard was wet. The bed was wet.
I was at a loss for words. Foreplay never felt so good.
Suddenly, I got up, deciding enough is enough. Grabbing his crotch, I unzipped his pant, removed the button, and pulled out his cock from inside his boxers. The sight of his thick, black cock made me salivate. I gently stroked it, watching his face as he experienced a variety of sensations. Running my tongue down the sides of his dick, I squeezed his balls.
I took his cock deep into my mouth until I gagged. While sucking the tip, my hands were busy gently stroking the length of his dick. He held me by my hair, thrusting his dick into my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks as he fucked my mouth.
I decided it was time for me to receive him into my body. I lay down on the bed, my legs spread wide apart and my fingers opening up my love hole for him to enter. He looked at the wet stains on the bed and smiled at me, realizing that he did not have to use any lubrication whatsoever. Leaning forward, he locked his lips with mine while his hand guided his glorious dick inside of me.
I was ecstatic. Juices flowed outside as he slowly pushed in and out of me. As our rhythm got better, he started pacing things up. I wrapped my legs around his lower body and held my breasts out for him. He suckled on my nipple while pushing harder and deeper into me. It was magical. His balls hit against my ass cheeks and with each thrust, I could feel that I became a part of his entirety.
As he leaned forward, I told him to make love to me like it was the last day of our lives. I wanted him to be gentle and harsh at the same time. And surprisingly, he nailed it. Gently choking my neck as he fucked me, he also made it a point to plant occasional kisses on my breasts and face, and ears.
With his dick still inside of me, he swiftly turned around, and now, I was on top of him. I held my nipple out for him. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart and dug his way deeper into my pussy.
Beads of sweat dripped onto him from my shoulder. But we never stopped. When he felt like taking a break, I took his dick into my mouth, refilling it with the much-needed energy boost.
There was plenty of alcohol in the adjoining room, so perhaps nobody bothered to check on one another that night. And we made love late into the night.
Although it was our first time, there was so much intensity. He was a thorough lover. And I wanted him all to myself.
When he was ready to cum, I did not want to waste even a single drop of his precious load. I kneeled down before him, cupping my breasts, my mouth wide open. He dumped his load right onto my tongue, just like I had hoped for.
After swallowing his load, I went to his washroom to clean up.
We changed back into our clothes and stepped out of the room. Some of our colleagues had left, a few others were drunk and had passed out. I told him it was time for me to leave as well. He insisted that I stay for the night but I had to go back as I did not have a set of spare clothes for the next day.
So the next day, I got two spare sets of clothes to the office in my handbag. And as soon as our shift was over, Prathik and I took a cab to his place. And so the routine continues.
That’s it for now folks. Have to get back to bang my lover, once this phone call is over. If you like this story, do drop a like and a comment. See you all next time.