Apparently, her frequency with her previous fwb was rather frequent according to her standards.
I think for some samsters out here, hooking up weekly is considered low frequency.
However, due to this lady’s self-professed low sex drive, weekly is already high frequency.
Well, considering the distance I needed to travel every time to give her pleasure… Weekly was okay for me.
So, we arranged for our 2nd meeting one week after.
It would be lunchtime again, as it is the most convenient for the both of us.
Throughout the week, we had very active conversation during her working hours… and topics would undoubtedly linger around sex.
It’s amazing that I could get such a hard on just seeing her text me:
“Gosh, you are making me so needy right now”
I could hardly wait to dive into her honey pot again.
Fast forward to the day of the 2nd meet up…. I reached the bus stop earlier than scheduled time as usual… and I saw a familiar figure approaching.
There she was, this petite, demure-looking, OL with an unassuming demeanor.
I wanted to rip that dress off her in that instant.
I nodded at her in acknowledgement at a distance, and she smirked back.
“Let’s go”, I muttered.
We made some casual small talk about this, that, and everything.
The journey towards the bed felt like forever.
It was all white noise and I was trying my best to tune everything out.
All I could think of was how I was going to pin this little minx down and lick her silly.
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HUAT AH!
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We reached the hotel room door, and entered promptly.
There was a little something different about her this time.
She wasn’t as nervous, and I suppose its because of our comfort level.
She was more familiar with me now… at least with my personality, and through our conversations we had developed a level of chemistry.
Or at least, she thought so.
She let down her guard because she unknowingly assumed that she could expect what I would give.
She was wrong.
I remembered her antics from the last rendezvous… and it bothered me that she refused to let go of the pillow or bedsheets covering her chest.
Today, I was not going to let that happen.
As opposed to the first meeting, where we pretty much got down to the deed once I got her comfortable… our new sense of familiarity led to a little more physical intimacy.
As she sat on the bed, I moved and sat behind her, legs wrapped around her legs… almost enveloping her in my embrace.
I’m not a big, burly guy. But her small frame allowed my slender figure to wrap around her entirely.
She didn’t resist. I rested my chin on her shoulder… and took a deep sniff.
“Ah… you smell good.” Not the smell of soap, or shampoo… just her natural body smell… it wasn’t off-putting to me at all.
She giggled. “Really?”
I wrapped my arms around her slim waist… and started planting kisses around her neck… moving upwards to her chin… and gliding across her earlobes…
She started breathing heavily… and I knew I started on the right foot.
This entire time, she was still wearing her dress… but since we were sitting in a knee up position, it was convenient for me to guide the dress upwards along her ankles and let them rest at her groin area.
What that revealed was her slender, milky white legs.
Did I mention I was a leg man? Gosh, I couldn’t stop myself. I ran my fingers from her ankles… cupping her calves ever so slightly and giving them a squeeze as i ran upwards…. under the knee… and then I used only my fingertips and glided them under her thighs… and passed them over her pussy.
She squirmed. Of course she did. I know foreplay.
“Ticklish….”, she uttered under her breath.
With both of my palms, I went from her thighs to her perky buttocks.
I squeezed them playfully, and I was surprised that a girl this petite would have an ass like that.
I mean, those butt cheeks weren’t PHAT, but they were a good solid grab.
I pulled her black, lace panties across to the side… exposing her vagina.
From time to time, I would run the back of my hand across her pussy lips, and grazed her untrimmed bush.
I didn’t want to penetrate her yet.
So, I purposefully used the flat side of the back of my hand… the meaty part between the thumb and the index finger, and started going in circles just at the opening of her pussy.
I started stroking slowly, going around in circles, and each time putting a little more pressure as I began to feel less and less friction while rubbing her honeypot.
The honey pot started to leak.
Using my left hand, I slid my palm up her dress and it lifted off all the way to her waist.
I reached underneath her bra cup and held her entire left breast in my hand.
“No….”, She gasped.
“No? Really?”, I teased.
As I was squeezing her boob gently with my left hand, I conveniently let her nipple nestle in between my index and middle finger…
Then, I would put pressure between those fingers, and watch her struggle in agonizing pleasure.
“You were very naughty last week… Didn’t want to let me see your boobs eh? No way you are going to get away with that today”, I declared.
“I was just shy…”, she maintained.
“Shy? Is this a sign of shyness?”, I raised the back of my right hand and showed her all the love juices dripping from it.
Girl C wasn’t into her own pussy juices… in fact it bothers her quite abit and she finds it disgusting.
She cringed… and I was slightly taken aback. I didn’t expect her to react this strongly. Guess I wasn’t going to stick my fingers drenched her love juices into her mouth…
Or maybe, just not today.
I took a pillow from the side, and positioned it where I was, and laid her head gently on it.
Now, I could get to work.
I got in front of her legs, and once again… this naughty little minx had her thighs clamped shut.
“Do I need to force them open again?”, I sighed.
I gestured with my fingers, and wagged them from side to side.
“Spread them apart.”
And she did. Oh such obedience.
I could feel my blood rush in my loins.
Nothing turns me on more than an obedient woman just aching to be pleasured by my mouth.
She already had a taste of what I was capable of… so this time she was prepared for what to expect.
Or so she thought.
Since she enjoyed our previous encounter… albeit a little short and unsatisfying for me, she was less resistant to my advances this time around.
I pride myself on endurance, relentlessness, and above all, creativity.
If every single session was going to be exactly the same as the one before… then where was the draw?
That mindset was of course reserved for selected ladies whom I had serviced for a longer tenure… and to be honest, I had two other longer term situations prior to this, in addition to ex-girlfriends and the like.
The fact that I was even considering this after only 1 session with Girl C… showed that I developed sort of an attraction to her.
She wasn’t exactly the stereotypical gorgeous goddess… but she was absolutely tantalizing in so many different ways.
Cute face, sparkling eyes, petite frame, small perky boobs and ass, and above all, an adventurous mind.
She was willing to try new things, and why would she not?
In essence, she was already taking a huge risk in breaking the sanctity of marriage and faithfulness to her husband.
She was seeking an excitement that “home” was unable to provide her.
And provide her I shall.
So there she was, spread eagle on the budget hotel bed… dress raised up to her waist, bra out of position (since I was having fun grabbing her earlier),black lace undies pulled to the left and her head tilted to the side on the pillow.
Her eyes were open, but she avoided looking directly at me.
I grabbed her dress from her waist, and slowly moved it upwards… and when it reached her arms, she automatically raised them above her head so I could take it off.
Finally, she was laying down with nothing other than her bra and panties, both pieces of undergarments disheveled and out of place.
I wanted to burst out laughing… What a sorry sight… I had her in such a vulnerable position.
“What?”, she gave me a playful glare.
“Nothing… just admiring your sexy body before I ravish it again”, I announced.
This time, I took off my pants and shirt, and just left my boxers on.
Like many of you who are reading my story, I was also pitching a tent then.
“Look how hard you got me! This is how sexy you are. I am this hard even knowing I won’t have sex with you”, I grinned.
So, I advanced towards her… and embraced her from above.
I tilted her body slightly to the right, and using my left hand I unclasped her bra with the pinch technique, and slid it off her arm, one at a time.
Finally, I had a view of those glorious tits.
I would say they were a modest B, and they weren’t big jugs or whatever, but she had these dark brown nipples that would stand erected when stimulated.
I cupped both of her breasts in my palms and squeezed generously… not too hard of course. It gets painful for the girl, especially on their period.
Thankfully, she wasn’t.
I took her left nipple in my mouth, and sucked on it gently.
I wanted to see her reaction… whether she enjoys nipple stimulation.
“Ah…”, she let out an uncontrolled gasp.
Seems she does enjoy it after all… so I proceeded to swirl my tongue in circles around her areola.
I felt her arms cradle my head from behind… and it seems like she was finally getting engaged.
I released my suction, and then flicked my tongue against her nipple from bottom to top, bottom to top, repeatedly… and she could only flinch each time I did it.
“I’ve got to be fair… can’t be just giving one side love right?”, I stated matter-of-factly.
I took my tongue, and without ever leaving her body, went from her left nipple towards her right.
I could almost feel her quiver in throngs of excitement, as she was anticipating my tongue to finally make contact with her right nipple.
“Should I reward her?”, I wondered.
I hovered my mouth over her right nipple, tongue just barely resting on her areola… and breathed heavily over it.
I wanted to build as much anticipation as I could while she was in a heightened state of arousal.
Meanwhile, my left palm cupped her left breast, and I maneuvered her nipple in between my index and thumb… and rotated gently.
“Oh my gosh….”, she gasped over and over.
Perhaps, she had been subjected to mechanical sessions of self-serving sex by her husband in her married life… such that it had been too long since she had experienced sexual attention placed solely on her.
This afternoon, she was not to be used as a tool for orgasm.
This afternoon, she was to be shown, again, what it was to orgasm.
I raised my head upwards from her breast, tongue never leaving her body… as it slid over her collarbone, her neck, and I planted a few kisses on her neck.
I arrived at her right ear, and I whispered, “You are so fucking hot right now, you know that?”
I aligned my rock, hard erection against her pussy lips, and I leaned forward… and watched her moan in ecstasy.
The only thing separating us from sex was my chequered boxers, and whatever self-control we had left.
I knew my boundaries. I was just building up sexual tension. We weren’t going to have sex.
“You got me so damn hard right now, and you aren’t even trying to be sexy. Don’t worry babe, I know the rules”, I said… while I gave her earlobe a playful lick.
In one smooth motion, I went straight from ear to right nipple, and sucked it voraciously.
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue over the surface of the entire nipple, and flicked it over and over, mixing a variety of motions to give her as much of a sensory overload as I could.
I glanced upwards, and I saw her face flushed pink, mouth open and moaning periodically, and I thought to myself…
“Man, this is such a picture perfect moment.”
I didn’t realize it then, but little did i know… that I would have countless picture perfect moments with her.
Enough foreplay. I wanted to get to the main event.
I looked down and saw that my boxers were soaking wet at the spot I was grinding her earlier.
Good. She was ready.
Guess I’d be walking around all day with her dried love juices on my boxers.
Not that I’d care.
Once again, I went up to her face level… and locked eyes with her.
“Tell me when you are about to cum, alright?”
She replied meekly while avoiding my gaze, “Okay…”
“I’m serious. You tell me when you are going to cum. I don’t want a repeat of the last session. Ok?”, I repeated myself firmly while lifting her chin with my fingers… looking at her straight in the eyes.
I did not want another 30 second round.
“I understand”, she acknowledged and nodded.
Oh the submission. I relished in it.
I was as hard as I had ever been.
As someone who doesn’t masturbate, I don’t think anyone can possibly imagine the dilemma I was in.
Well, theoretically, it wasn’t even a dilemma.
Sex was off the table.
The logical part of my brain knew that as an ironclad fact.
However, the primal part of my brain was screaming for me to fuck the shit out of her.
For science. I had to hold out for science.
And of course, that would be rape. And I’m not a rapist.
I had to distract myself, and focus on the task at hand.
It took everything in me to tear my eyes away from her, and instead direct my attention towards her pussy.
It was already glazed in her juices, and even some was leaking out from the bottom and dripping into her ass crack.
Yes. I was reminded by that image. I had a mission. Fulfill it, I must.
Since she already had so much foreplay prior to this… I wasn’t going to pull any punches from the get go.
With the tip of my tongue, I started from her perineum and scooped up her leaking juices like a spoon.
Then, I sucked them all into my mouth, and let its taste flood my existence.
Mmm… salty, tangy, most importantly, not sour at all.
Using both thumbs, I spread her lips apart, and I was greeted by a healthy shade of pink.
I flattened my tongue, and made contact with the entirety of her hole… making sure not to leave any crack or crevice untouched.
“Ahhh…. “, she moaned.
“Does that feel good?”, I asked.
“Yes… yes…”, she replied.
Of course it felt good. I just wanted her to acknowledge it. That she was being pleasured by me. And that she, herself, wanted to feel good.
That’s how you keep them wanting more.
I stuck both my index and middle finger into my mouth and thoroughly lubricated them with my saliva.
I was going to surprise her with my fingers, and deeply penetrate her without warning.
But first, I wanted her to get comfortable… and then shove my fingers in when she least expected it.
So… I used my left thumb to pull back the hood of her clitoris… revealing her swollen pearl.
I surrounded it entirely with my lips, sucked on it cautiously… making sure not to exert too much suction.
I didn’t want to cross the line between pain and pleasure just yet.
I felt her hips jerk upwards towards my face… and I realized then… that she was grinding them purposely against my mouth.
“You want more?”, I asked.
“Yes… yes… give me more…”, she pleaded.
“What do you say when you want more?”, I teased.
“What do you mean?”, she asked, gasping while I was swirling my tongue around her clitoris.
“Be polite with your requests, babe. Ask me nicely”, I demanded.
She kept quiet. Perhaps she thought this was too much. Maybe she wasn’t willing to relinquish whatever pride she held on to while she was sprawled on the bed, naked and at my mercy.
“What’s wrong? If you want it, you gotta ask for it. Politely.”, I repeated firmly.
Still, she kept quiet. I had to convince her with my actions, and teach her what it meant to be a slut for my fingers and tongue.
Using the tip of my tongue, I pointed it and rested it firmly at the base of her clitoris.
Then, I moved it in a sideways motion… slow, steady, and firm.
Left…. and right. Left…. and right. Left… and right.
She was trying so hard to resist the intense feelings building up that she let out an animalistic cry.
“Nnnnnnghhh!”, she groaned.
I picked up the pace…. Left, right, left, right, left right… my tongue wagged over and over her pink, swollen, prize.
Her hips started to shudder, and her left hand reached over to grab whatever she could from the surface of the bedsheet.
“Oh my god… oh my god…”, she repeated over and over.
I stopped.
“So, you were saying? I didn’t quite hear you earlier”, I bellowed authoritatively.
I wasn’t going to carry on until she begged me.
She was still quivering when I stopped… her face was flushed red… and I had a clear view of her erect nipples as I was gazing upon her from in between her legs.
“Please… please continue”, she muttered reluctantly.
“Sorry what? I can’t hear you. What are you saying?”, I acted blur.
“Please! Please continue!”, she raised her voice in frustration.
“To do what?”, I asked, not wanting to give in that easily.
“To… do what you have been doing all along…”, she mumbled.
I couldn’t believe it. At this point, she was still shy about saying the words out loud.
I got up and straddled her again, nestling my erection in my boxers against her dripping, wet, pussy, and stroked her clitoris with my warm cock while moving back and forth.
“Wow… you are so hard…”, she said.
I grabbed her chin with my left hand, fingers cradling her blushing cheeks.
“You are so turned on right now that I could do whatever I wanted to do. But I won’t. All I am interested in is your orgasm. So I am going to pleasure you, and make you cum, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me”, I declared.
With my left hand still firmly grabbing her cheeks, I immediately plunged my right index finger and middle finger into her pussy.
Her body jerked, and she let out a yelp.
She didn’t expect that right then.
I curled my fingers towards her G-spot along the roof of her vagina… and tugged firmly.
I could see her react almost instantly, as her mouth opened instinctively while basking in the pleasure of her G-spot being stimulated.
I moved my left thumb from her cheek, and plunged it into her gaping mouth, and she started to slowly suck on it.
I was bringing the whore out of this under-satisfied wife.
The best part was, it was only our second session.