Checkmate70
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- Oct 31, 2014
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“I do like the way you fuck” is one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten.
It was an email in the afternoon after the first time I fucked her. We had met a few times. The first time we met for coffee, after connecting through an online persona ad, we chatted for a bit and then I gave her a backstage tour of the performing arts center where I worked. In a dressing room, that first time, maybe an hour after we’d met, she leaned against a pillar while I kissed her neck and rubbed her clit in fast circles until she came. She then dropped to her knees and said, “May I?” with a mischievous look in her eye, then sucked me until I came in her mouth.
We met a few more times in dressing rooms, but didn’t fuck those first few times. Just lots of fun with mouths and lips and tongues and fingers.
The time she told me she liked the way I fuck started with me standing in the middle of the dressing room finishing a conference call with some New York entertainment execs, and her on her knees dutifully sucking my cock, one hand holding my phone to my ear and the other petting her pretty hair.
After I said goodbye to the other entertainment execs and hung up, I put her in the armchair in the corner of the dressing room. I pushed her legs open and returned the favor. (She was wearing what she wore every day -- a skirt and no panties.) “Your tongue was like a vibrator,” she would write later.
After a little while I turned her around so she was on her knees on the seat of the chair, her hands gripping the high back, and I fucked her there. I had both hands on her shoulders at first, pulling her whole body down while I hammered into her harder and harder. At some point I grabbed a fistful of hair and as I got closer to cumming I started slapping her beautiful round ass.
Afterward we made use of the dressing room shower, making out naked while the water fell all around us. I left the condom in the garbage for the cleaning crew to find, if they were paying attention at all.
We fucked a few more times after that until our work schedules no longer aligned enough to make it work regularly. She always told me, “I like the way you fuck.” And I would say .. I like the way you get fucked.
I don’t work there anymore and don’t have access to any dressing rooms. I do have a private office in a coworking space, so you could come visit me there, but we wouldn’t be able to get too wild. (Sometimes trying to suck and fuck silently can be kinda fun though, right?)My new job as a full time writer and reporter is very flexible and I work from home pretty regularly, but it’s out in the ‘burbs. The best thing would be if I could come over to your place now and again, or find a secluded restroom, or place to park the car. I’m sure we can work out the logistics if we really want.
If you think you’d like the way I fuck, and might want to chat or play or preferably talk about it on the phone, drop me a PM.
It was an email in the afternoon after the first time I fucked her. We had met a few times. The first time we met for coffee, after connecting through an online persona ad, we chatted for a bit and then I gave her a backstage tour of the performing arts center where I worked. In a dressing room, that first time, maybe an hour after we’d met, she leaned against a pillar while I kissed her neck and rubbed her clit in fast circles until she came. She then dropped to her knees and said, “May I?” with a mischievous look in her eye, then sucked me until I came in her mouth.
We met a few more times in dressing rooms, but didn’t fuck those first few times. Just lots of fun with mouths and lips and tongues and fingers.
The time she told me she liked the way I fuck started with me standing in the middle of the dressing room finishing a conference call with some New York entertainment execs, and her on her knees dutifully sucking my cock, one hand holding my phone to my ear and the other petting her pretty hair.
After I said goodbye to the other entertainment execs and hung up, I put her in the armchair in the corner of the dressing room. I pushed her legs open and returned the favor. (She was wearing what she wore every day -- a skirt and no panties.) “Your tongue was like a vibrator,” she would write later.
After a little while I turned her around so she was on her knees on the seat of the chair, her hands gripping the high back, and I fucked her there. I had both hands on her shoulders at first, pulling her whole body down while I hammered into her harder and harder. At some point I grabbed a fistful of hair and as I got closer to cumming I started slapping her beautiful round ass.
Afterward we made use of the dressing room shower, making out naked while the water fell all around us. I left the condom in the garbage for the cleaning crew to find, if they were paying attention at all.
We fucked a few more times after that until our work schedules no longer aligned enough to make it work regularly. She always told me, “I like the way you fuck.” And I would say .. I like the way you get fucked.
I don’t work there anymore and don’t have access to any dressing rooms. I do have a private office in a coworking space, so you could come visit me there, but we wouldn’t be able to get too wild. (Sometimes trying to suck and fuck silently can be kinda fun though, right?)My new job as a full time writer and reporter is very flexible and I work from home pretty regularly, but it’s out in the ‘burbs. The best thing would be if I could come over to your place now and again, or find a secluded restroom, or place to park the car. I’m sure we can work out the logistics if we really want.
If you think you’d like the way I fuck, and might want to chat or play or preferably talk about it on the phone, drop me a PM.
