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My man is a hunk with a terrific mind. In fact, his mind is what attracted me to him.
At first we spent hours just talking about world conditions and politics. But a girl can’t live on talk alone! After several months of it, I was overdue for some action.
The problem was lack of time. He’s studying law and rarely has time for a leisurely fuck. Finally, the night after his final exam, he came to my place to celebrate, but after the six-hour exam he was wasted, and soon was fast asleep on my couch. So all night I lay awake in bed, alone and horny. By morning I’d worked myself into such a state of bitchiness that when my alarm went off, I meant to kick the slob out and forget I’d wasted time on him.
When I shook him none too gently and told him to leave, he grabbed me and pulled me toward him, trying to kiss me. But I pulled free and again ordered him out. And he just laughed! Shaking with anger, I said if he didn’t leave that minute I’d scream for help.
I saw a strange gleam in his eyes, and as he stood up he said, “No need to get help, baby. I know what you want, and I can give you all you can handle.”
“Just get the fuck out!” I shouted. But I knew from his look that he was serious.
“Fucking’s just what I had in mind,” he said, moving closer. With his eyes glazed over, he seemed even more powerful than before. His cock stood hard in his shorts, and I stood frozen with my eyes fixed on it and pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My mind raced for a way to divert his attention, but my thoughts clung to his animal-like appearance.
At that moment my new puppy came happily prancing out of the kitchen, distracting my boyfriend. I made a dash for my bedroom, the only room in the house with a lock on the door, but he was right behind me.
Just as I was swinging the bedroom door shut, he grabbed the knob. I threw all my body weight against the door but I was no match for him. He stepped in the bedroom, closed the door and locked it. Seeing me huddled in the corner, he said, “What’s the matter? You’ve been begging me for it for weeks. I can tell you want it. Look at your nipples.”
He was right — my whole body was screaming for him! He crossed the room and took hold of my arms. As he looked in my eyes, I felt my knees give way. He picked me up like a feather and set me on the bed. I cried, “Oh God, please give it to me!”
“So now you want it after all?” he taunted.
“God, yes!” I panted, trying to force him down on me.
“Not so fast,” he said. “You need to learn a lesson.” He looked around and saw my pantyhose on the chair next to the bed. “Yes, you need to acquire a little discipline.”
“Just fuck me!” I begged.
He tied my hands to the brass headboard, and I lay there helpless while he teasingly removed his clothes. When he saw that his striptease was getting to me, he really put on a show. Finally he removed his shorts, freeing his luscious cock. He lowered himself onto the bed, and I writhed at his touch. He kissed me on the mouth, ears and neck, then moved down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling, and then on to my pussy. My ass bucked into overdrive.
He kissed my dripping pussy, then tickled my clit with his tongue. I licked his pole like a maniac, and was rewarded with a gorgeous wad shot down my throat.
“That’s more like it,” he said, breathing hard. “That’s how you treat a man who wants to drive you wild with pleasure.” Still rock-hard, he mounted me, and his penetration was swift and sure. After several thrusts he dismounted and shoved a pillow under my hips. With my aching twat sticking straight up, he remounted me, and the new position allowed for a deeper penetration than I’d believed possible.
As he gave me the fuck I had dreamt of, I squeezed his cock as hard as my cunt muscles would and arched my back to meet his every thrust. I was quaking in orgasm when he shot his load inside me. And we spent the rest of the afternoon fucking — enough to make up for those awful months of sexual deprivation!
This spring my hunk has to write another of those evil exams that keep us apart for so long. I don’t mind as much this time, though, as I trust the semester will have a “happy ending.”
