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I went to the airport to pick up Random British Guy today...

I was excited. I hadn't seen him in well over a month. Honestly I had never expected to see him again. I had thought that our brief late night encounter was the end all to our limited relationship. Luckily for me he was required back in the States for work so I planned on taking full advantage of his presence. And by full advantage I mean using his body for hot sweaty sex.

We drove straight back to my place. I didn’t ask. I knew I didn’t need to. We both knew what was on the agenda long before he had boarded his plane back in England.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. I had thought that I might be. I mean I had hit the sack with the guy the same night I met him the first time around. He may have been the last of my few conquest during Whore Week but was by far the most fun. Like I’ve said before, I like me a large man. I was hooked the moment he had lifted me up onto my kitchen counter top and pinned me back against the cabinets’. As you know dear reader, I’m a girl who likes to be tossed.

We got back to my place and headed straight to my bedroom. Now I was nervous! No, that’s not the right word. I was excited. Excited to break this awful chain of self induced celibacy. It was time to get my damn jiggy on!

I opened up my bedroom door and let him walk in first so that he could carry in his bags. I stepped in after him and turned around to shut my door. The second the latch clicked on the lock I felt Random British Guys massive 6’4” body push up against my back. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pushed his crotch into my ass. Momma like that.

He grabbed my left wrist and lifted it up above my head and pinned it against the wall. He pushed against me harder until my cheek was pressed up against the door. His mouth was on my neck already nibbling and biting at the tender skin. I felt the goose bumps run through my body. My panties were immediately wet. That’s the thing about being a woman in her thirties. My body is always red-to-go.

He took the hand that was around my waist and reached down to grab the hemline of my dress. With one swift movement he slipped the flimsy garment up and over my head exposing my thin lace thong and bare breast. I had decided to skip the bra this morning. I mean what was the point? I knew I would be naked soon anyways, and lucky for me my breast are just as perky as they were in my early 20’s. I love being brown. It’s true what they say. My people never age.

I turned to face him. He released my arm and grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me as I expertly unbuckled his pants. I was careful with the zipper. I didn’t want to catch his already swollen penis. I allowed his pants to drop down around his ankles. Apparently I hadn’t been the only one to decide to forgo undergarments.

I had forgotten how large he was! Long and thick, just the way I like them. There are few penis’s out there that I truly admire. I mean lets be real ladies, they are ugly horrible looking things. But every now and then I see one that truly impresses me. Random British guy had one that definitely did it for me. I’m secretly glad that he wasn’t my boyfriend. I couldn’t imagine having to place the girth of his massive dick into my mouth. I would choke for sure.

But as a rule, head is reserved for my one and only so I instead wrapped my hand around the monster and gave it a squeeze. I took my other hand and licked the tips before I placed them under is balls and gave them a tickle.

That did the trick. Random British Guy moaned and pushed me back up against the door. Thank god we were alone at The Plex. We had just got started and we already sounded like we were undergoing an exorcism.

He reached down and roughly jammed his hand into my panties and pushed his fingers into me. They slipped in easily, I was beyond excited now.

He grabbed the crotch of my panties and with one quick jerk ripped them in half. There would be no waiting. This was happening now.

He bent down and grabbed the base of my ass with both hands and expertly opened my legs and lifted me up against the wall at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his torso and covered his mouth with mine.

He entered me easy as pie. Did I mention how much I love a thick penis? I’m usually only able to get one or the other. Either long, or just thick. To have both? Well lets just say the moment he entered me and filled me up with his manhood I felt the orgasm creep up on me. This boy was definitely going to wreck me.

I squeezed my thighs tighter around his torso and used my dancer muscles to lift my body up off the wall and above his dick to give myself control over the thrusting. He loosened his grip on my ass and allowed me work his body. I felt the orgasm intensify. This was going to be a big one. I dug my nails into the back of his shoulders as the spasm began to rock my body. I released his mouth and threw my head back and yelled out. He buried his face into my neck. I could feel the smile on his face. From what I’ve been told, watching me have an orgasm is a rockin good time. I’m very vocal and tend to squeeze… everything.

The spasms finally begin to subside. He tilts his head up and whispers in my ear, “What do you want me to do to you now?”

“Bend me over,” I reply.

He gently sets me down and I get down on all fours onto my carpet.

Man I love my carpet! I purchased it months ago with Dimples at Cosco for a killer deal. It was a huge brown and cream shag carpet with to die for softness. I’ve had plenty of people sleep on it and tell me how amazingly lush and comfortable it is. Partyboy has slept on the thing a hundred times and I’ve had more then a few sexual experiences on it.

Random British Guy gets down on his knees behind me and pushes my legs open wider with his knee. As he enters me again I turn my head and tell him, “Grab my hair.”

I hear him chuckle as he grabs a handful of my hair and gives my head a tug.

“Harder,” I tell him.

He responds by pulling my head back more forcefully and thrusting into me with more power then would normally be necessary for someone as small as myself.

“Whatever you say Fun Size,” he says back to me.

He had called me, “Fun Size” the first time we met. I had made a joke about how short I was next to him after he had lifted me up onto my kitchen counter.

He responded by saying, “You’re not short, you’re fun sized.”

The name had stuck. I loved it! But not as much as I loved what he was doing to me at that moment. It had been ages since I’d had sex let alone GOOD sex and I was enjoying every moment of this.

I could tell he was getting close, but I wasn’t done playing with him just yet. I stood up on my knees and leaned my body backwards so that my back was pressed up against his stomach careful to keep his penis from slipping out of me. He grabbed my breast with one hand for support and continued to thrust into me. I turned my head so that I could kiss him and whisper in his ear.

“Lay down,” I told him.

He rolled over onto his back and I climbed up on top of him. I immediately realized that he was to large for me to properly ride him so I decided to turn around. I had learned this trick while dating Huge Asshole. With really tall guys, unless they are abnormally skinny, its difficult to ride them facing forward. Atleast for me. My knees usually barely touch the floor making it difficult for me to move. So I turned around and sat down on him backwards. I took my legs and slipped them between his legs and underneath his thighs placing my toes under his ass for leverage.

This position gives me total control over the speed and force of my thrust. The guy also gets an amazing view of my very ample ass as it slams down against his stomach.

I begin to hop up and down slamming my ass harder and harder against him. Random British guy reaches down and grabs my hips so that he can help with my aim. I throw my head back so that my hair is falling down my back, the tips grazing my back side. Men are visual creatures so I pay careful attention to everything I do. Every noise, every position and look I give is totally and utterly intentional.

Random British Guy grabs my waist tighter and lifts me up off of him and lays me on my back. He turns to face me, grabbing my legs and lifting them up and over his shoulders. I take my ankles and lock them behind his neck. I may be 33 but I’m still limber as hell. He enters me again and moves towards what I know is his finish line. He places his hand around my throat. I turn my head so that I can place his fingers into my mouth.

He’s had enough.

"Cum for my baby,” I tell him, giving him my best do me face.

He does as I ask. The boy is a screamer. Gotta love that.

He falls to the floor next me in a sweaty heap. We both lay there for a moment waiting for our breathing to return back to normal. I finally sit up and look in the mirror at myself. My cheeks are flushed and my hair is plastered to my face in a knotted sweaty mess. My makeup is smeared across my face and I can see red welts on my arms and thighs.

"I look like a crack whore," I say to no one in particular.

"You look bloody fantastic," Random British Guy answers back.

I look over at him. He is equally as sweaty and flushed as I am. He has rolled over onto his stomach giving me a clear view of the damage I caused. He has several long deep red scratches running down his back. He looks like he just woke up from a Freddy Krueger nightmare more than a little worse for wear. I decide not to alert him of what I had done. Better I let him figure out where the spots of blood came from on his shirt later when he's alone and can replay the evenings adventures on his own.

I reach into my dresser drawer and grab a black fitted tank top and a pair of booty shorts. I find that most men love for a women to look just as sexy after they finish the deed as they do before. Never slip on a pair of sweats after sex ladies! All you're doing is killing your chances for a second round.  I for one don't even own a pair of sweats. Gross.

"Well done Fun Size," Random British Guy tells me as I lay back next to him on my soft shaggy carpet.

"Right back at you," I tell him, allowing his muscular arms to pull me into his chest.

...

This almost sounds real doesn't it? Well its not.

If you haven't figured it out yet dear reader, I'm lying. This didn't happen. None of it.

Well thats not necessarily true. I've obviously pulled from real experiences to write this but I have not seen Random British Guy since he left around a month ago. We've stayed in contact. Mostly through random tweets and a few emails. The other day the two of us did get a little freaky via Skype. I had my first experience with Skype Sex. Never done that before. It was fun. Random British Guy is a talker so my experience was most definitely a positive one.

This morning we were communicating through Facebook talking about how horny we were. We were joking about having to resort to masturbating to satisfy our cravings. I told him to make sure to think of me the next time he 'took care' of himself.

His response to me was, "You're a writer. Send me a dirty story of what you'd do to me, what you want done to you, and the climax."

I laughed but then thought, "What the hell. Why not?"

I had never written anything like that before! In the sexual blogs of the past I've given away very little. I prefer to let you the reader use your own imagination. That way it protects my privacy and gives you the ability to make up what you want.

This was something new.  A work of semi pure fiction. I've always thought of myself as more of a journalist. I document my life in a way that's interesting for others to read but very seldom make anything up. I don't have to. My life kind of rocks, especially when shit goes wrong.

I guess I have a new skill. I can write porn.

I hope you enjoyed the read, my pervy readers you. My intentions were not to trick you. Just to help you to, along with Random British Guy, get off a little. What could be the harm in that?

I'm going to forward this onto my guy now.
I hope he likes it.


WCC