Pussy pampering
written by:
Chris-t6290

I had suddenly come to the conclusion that, what with my daughter now being of school age and me being tired of my ‘toys', it was time for this hardworking single mother to re-acquaint herself with the real thing and hopefully a relationship.

Yes, that's right, I'm a young working mother. I job share at an office 5 days a week, from 10 until 3, when I collect my daughter, Amanda, from a local primary school; she being the end result of a wild drunken night I had when I was quite young.

Upon realising that I was pregnant, I vowed to myself I would never repeat what happened, and since then I've managed to remain true to myself.

There have, of course, been the odd occasions when I've gotten merry; the Christmas office party for one, but I managed to remain soberly in control of things with very little sex on my part; usually the guy I end up with is happy to accept a BJ, while one ignorant suggested I take it up the ass. ‘Yeah, right, sure!' I thought, and told him as much.

My sex toys only give me so much pleasure. What I wanted was to feel a man run his hands over my body, to kiss and lick my many erogenous zones, and then make love to me until I climaxed a couple of times; was that too much to expect!

‘Where to find such a man?' I wondered, one afternoon at work, especially since I devoted my weekends to Amanda. At that precise moment I was on my lunch break; short though it was. I was just finishing up a microwave meal while flicking through an uninteresting local paper, which someone had left in the rest room.

Almost at the end of it, I giggled to myself at the wording in the many chat line adverts; most of which claimed to be from young model-type women, while a handful where from men. Turning the page over, I found the usual selection of want ads from men and women, all of whom, from briefly reading several of them, appeared to be in a similar position to me; looking for someone special.

‘Or was I?' I thought, when the scant wording of one caught my eye: ‘Pussy pampering service! Is your pussy sorely neglected?' is all it said, followed by the paper's voice mail number for the ad.

‘He seems like a man of few words?' I cautiously reasoned to myself, as I finished my lunch, but then I never was that good at reasoning things out, anyway. Thinking about it some more as I tided up afterwards, I noted down the number and tucked the slip of paper into my purse for later that day.

Collecting Amanda from school that afternoon, I suddenly felt elated; and I hadn't even phoned the advertiser yet. Then, around 8pm, and with my daughter snugly asleep in her bed, I picked up my purse and took the slip of paper from it, recalling the short advert as I reached for the phone: ‘Pussy pampering service! Is your pussy sorely neglected?' It most certainly was.

Speaking into the receiver, not knowing quite what to say and not having prepared anything, I simply told him who I was and to give me a call, before putting the phone down. After that, and thinking no more of what I'd done, I settled down to watch a late night film on TV before going to bed and soundly sleeping.

Two days afterwards, Saturday afternoon it was, I received a phone call.

"Hello," I said, in my professional office type voice, inviting the caller to introduce themself.

"Is that Roxy?" the man's deep voice enquired.

"Yes, this is she," I cautiously replied.

"Good, for the minute there I thought you might have been someone, else, a wrong number," he elucidated.

"Why are you calling me?" I said. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested," I told him.

"I'm not selling anything, Roxy, I'm offering, you know, the advert you replied to the other day, the one about pussy pampering," he rejoined.

"Oh! That one," I realised.

"Er, yes, that one," he echoed. "I take it you're still interested?" he exclaimed. Causing me to blush as his charming voice reminded me.

Explaining my situation, my daughter, chiefly, we somehow arranged to meet for a get together drink the coming Tuesday, during my lunch break.

Mark Cobb was his name, ‘and he sounded quite sexy,' I thought. Wanting to make a positive impression, in light of the erotic nature of our meeting, I decided to dress conservatively over sexy; the latter being my choice of underwear. Thong, lacy bra and hold up nylons, all black. For the conservative, I chose: a maroon satin look blouse, a black skirt suit and black slingbacks with a 4-inch heel.

On arriving at work, Graham enquired if I was going for an interview, which I assured him wasn't the case; his compliment buoying my spirits no end for my rendezvous with Mark. As I got on with my work, I occasionally looked up at the clock and noticed that time was dragging slowly, when in point of fact, in my anticipation and excitement, I was getting things done more quickly, I presently realised, and so I slowed down.

Come 12 noon, I hibernated my PC, and left for my 45 minute lunch break meeting with Mark, who was waiting outside the building were my works office was situated.

Having greeted one another with a friendly hello, neither bothering to take the other's hand at this stage, I had Mark follow me to a local wine bar. There, I excused myself from anything alcoholic, which would otherwise have been against my firm's policy, and duly accepted a cola drink from him.

Taking up our glasses, and what with a small fire burning away inside my ‘loins', I had Mark follow me to an empty booth. Once settled, I asked the obvious question: "Why?"

"It's not that I have a problem meeting and socialising with women, it's just that I empathise with their needs, sexually, and in particular women like yourself, Roxy. You obviously have your reasons for not being sexually active, but to me, that seems like a waste," he expounded.

‘I suppose in a way, he's right about me,' I mused, but how to get Mark closer for what I wanted. That fire was most certainly itching inside me, I couldn't help but notice.

"What did you mean by a wrong number, you know, when you called me on Saturday?" I asked, edging a bit closer to him as I maintained eye contact.

"Occasionally, as you might expect, I get the odd call from an irate woman, calling me a pervert, while others, being more subtle, leave a contact phone number that's not theirs," he rejoined.

"I see. Well, Mark, providing you're not (meaning a pervert), then I'd like to take you up on your offer. Would it be too forward of me, to have you give me a foretaste?" I said; whereupon, I took his right hand and moved it under the table before placing it on my left thigh.

"Apart from my ‘toys', which I've become board with, it's hardly been felt up by a man in years," I informed Mark, as, having drawn my skirt up, I moved my left leg open for his expected touch.

"I take it you'd like a bit more than just the pampering?" he almost croaked, as his hand slowly moved down to my inner thigh, and then slid across the tops of my nylons, stopping when he encountered the humid flesh of my uppermost thighs.

"If by that you mean sex, ‘fucking', Mark, that's something I've been cautious of, having gotten pregnant the last time, and yes, I would like that as well. In the meantime, use your no doubt nimble fingers to acclaim," I invitingly said, before casually, as if nothing was otherwise happening, taking another sip of my drink.

Moving his fingers higher, I opened my legs wider for him, and presently felt them tease along the now moist slit of my aroused pussy.

"My clit, if you're going to tease me, touch my fucking clit," I almost begged.

"Like that you mean?" Mark continued, as he, having managed to ease the ‘V' of my thong to one side, teased the sticky bud with his thumb.

"Fucking yes," I cried out, almost agonisingly, as he stroked his fingertips along the moist cleft of my cunt, a word I hadn't had cause to use in quite some time.

"Make me...oh God, yes, more, like that, Mark; make me cum," I beseeched him. My face almost contorted as I concentrated on the pleasure my pussy was, and would be receiving in due course.

Moments later, and still with his thumb electrifying my erotic senses, Mark's fingers wormed their way inside, and began massaging my vulva. I can't describe how it felt, other than a heavenly release when I presently climaxed, my upper body stiffening as I did.

Once he'd finished, the walls of my cunt having relaxed to release him, I took Mark's hand. Then, and in a show of gratitude, I kissed and sucked each of his fingers and finally his thumb.

"I need to get something to eat, then it's back to work, again, I'm afraid," I informed him, leaving Mark in no doubt as to what I would otherwise prefer to be doing.

"Okay, Roxy, what about this coming Saturday?" he suggested.

"As you might have guessed, Mark, my parent's disowned me, for getting knocked up so young," I informed him, as I adjusted my moist panties. "I'll see if I can get one of the other mother's to look after Amanda for the day, and let you know. I'll need your phone number though," I said, having straightened my skirt.

Collecting Amanda from school, I caught Melanie, whose daughter Lulubell I'd looked after on a couple of occasions. Enquiring if she would look after Amanda for me this coming Saturday, she smiled, and asked me if I had a hot date.

"I don't know if you could call it a date, as such, but he most certainly is hot," I told her, my face becoming immediately florid, when I recalled this afternoon.

With that settled, I thanked her, and took Amanda home. Then as she watched her children's programmes, I went up to my bedroom, took my ‘toys' from the draw and put them in a bag, vowing I'd hopefully never need to use them again, before calling Mark with my good news.

"Your place be okay, that way you'll feel more comfortable?" he considerately suggested. To which I agreed, before mentioning the need for contraception on his part.

Saturday:

Having taken Amanda to see her Aunt Melanie; funny how us single mothers refer to our female child minders as ‘aunts'; I returned home and got organised for Mark.

I began with a leisurely bubble bath, before washing my hair and running a safety razor over the small stubble of pubes, which had grown since Tuesday. Once I had dried myself, including my auburn shoulder length hair, I sprayed some perfume on my neck, breasts and thighs, relying on the natural scent of my silky smooth pussy to be enough for Mark, before applying a minimal amount of make-up to my eyes and lips; I would no doubt blush and redden enough around the cheeks as things developed, I realised.

Going to the draw where I keep my lingerie, I took out the new items I bought yesterday: a g-string, something I hadn't worn in years, and which, since primarily Mark was offering a pampering service, would be a lot easier to move the material of to one side, compared with that of my thong; a lacy bra, stockings and a suspender belt, all cream in colour.

Having adjusted/straightened the nylons in my wardrobe mirror, I opened its door and removed the navy blue skirt with a slit up the right side along with a shiny blue blouse that had an open collar to just above my shapely breasts.

"Emn yes, that'll do, Roxy," I commended my reflected appearance, before putting on a pair of black open toe shoes with a tantalizing 6-inch heel. "Perfect!" I exclaimed, taking one more look before going downstairs.

‘Now, I need a drink,' I remarked to myself, if only to steady my nerves, as the anticipation of having my pussy pampered and fucked almost overwhelmed me; however, no sooner had I opened the cabinet where I keep a bottle of Scotch, than the front door bell chimed.

‘Shit! Too late,' I realised; whereupon, and quickly pushing the door to, I went to let Mark in. ‘The other day, I was bold as brass with him, now look at me.'

Opening the front door to my flat a bit nervously, there he was. Nicely groomed brown hair, sparkly blue eyes, a pleasant smile and clean shaven; his attire wasn't bad either: a maroon open collar shirt, a grey jacket with flecks in it, black trousers and black slip on shoes, the later of which, would be easy to remove when the time came.

"Good, you made it then," I exclaimed, resisting, in my excited nervousness, to mention why he was here.

"I was just about to pour myself a drink, Scotch, which is all I've got, would you care to join me, Mark?" I proffered, soon closing the door behind us, and then showing him through to my lounge.

"I think we should both have something less alcoholic, considering," he suggested, no doubt not wanting either of us, in particular me, to be influenced by an excess of alcohol.

"Okay then," I agreed. "Cola or fruit juice, unless you prefer water...tap, though?" I informed him.

"Cola would be fine, Roxy," he rejoined, again emitting a pleasant, almost calming smile, one that displayed a set of pearl white teeth.

"Okay then. By the way, you remembered to bring the...?" indicating condoms.

"Yes, don't worry, I've got them. Now, go and get us some drinks, and please, relax, okay," he assuaged, once more adding a confident smile.

Presently returning, I handed Mark his drink, he now sat on my 3-seater sofa with his jacket neatly placed over the backrest beside him, thereby leaving me the cushion to his left to sit on. Having done so, we both looked at one another for a brief moment, before Mark suggested putting some music on; he having noticed my hi-fi and the stack of CD's near it.

"Something to slowly dance to, or just to get cosy?" I said, as I got up and went over to it.

"It's your home, Roxy, whatever you feel like," he replied.

What I felt like, was getting his face where his fingers were the other afternoon, only to realise that rushing things may give Mark the wrong impression about me, irrespective of what happened last Tuesday.

"Cosy, then," I exclaimed. ‘We can get around to slow dancing later. Emn, I wonder what he thinks about Prince,' I mussed, as I opened up a CD of his not so explicit songs, one that I'd mixed at work on my PC. Popping it on the tray, I then pressed the close button, before once more joining my guest.

"So, since last Tuesday, when you know what happened...!"

"When I made you cum. It's okay, don't ever feel the need to be embarrassed about sex, Roxy," Mark told me.

"I'm not, it's just that I want to take things slow," I said, feeling my confidence with, and being around him, return by the minute. "Anyway, how many other women have you..."

"Sssh! They don't matter, it's just you and me, now," he again assuaged me, putting his partly consumed drink on the nearby occasional table, before relieving me of mine.

‘This is it,' I thought. ‘I'm about to be touched, and then fucked by a man in quite some while,' I realised, as Mark slowly turned his upper body and moved his right arm towards me, almost as if in slow motion.

"Kiss me, Mark, make me feel like a woman should," I encouraged him throatily.

"There, let's make this last, there is after all no rush," he assured me, my mind doing its utmost to agree with him, while my body wanted him to almost ravage me, with his mouth, tongue and cock.

Almost impatiently, I moved my head closer, wanting to feel his firm lips against mine; something I'd deprived myself of for far too long. Astutely, Mark cradled my chin with his fingers, fixing me with a confident smile as he opened his lips in readiness. In response, I returned a coy smile, and readied myself for his lips to touch mine.

"Just take it slowly," he again said, his pleasant warm breath brushing my equally florid cheeks, and moments later we were in a cosy clinch: lips closed, so no tongues; not yet, as we subtly made out, Marks hand moving from my chin to the side of my head, to both hold me against him and support it, as he unhurriedly motioned me back.

"Thank-you," I all but silently mouthed my appreciation, as my head rested on the cushion against the arm rest, and he freed himself from my humid lips.

"May, I?" he said, with no indication as to what he had in mind.

Gazing up into Mark's clear blue eyes, I nodded my compliance, my body and mind now comfortable, even cosy, with his presence and hitherto attention.

Seeing my relaxed easiness, he slowly moved his hands towards the top of my blouse and undid the first button, thereby revealing the swell of my shapely 38D breasts.

"Try and breath more slowly," he said, suggesting that my breasts were palpitating quite rapidly, along with that of my throbbing heart and clit, which every so often, as his movement caught my skirt, brushed against my tiny panties.

"Kiss me again, Mark," I almost beseeched, and as he lowered his head towards my lips, I quickly outstretched a hand and directed him to my neck.

"Emn, I see," he rejoined, and taking my cue, Mark pulled open the top of my chemise, and soon placed warm moist kisses over my exposed flesh.

"Oooh, emn, yes, more," I responded, my other hand now aiding the first to undo another button.

"Kiss my breasts for me, please," I encouraged him breathlessly, and within seconds I felt his warm tongue snake along my cleavage, followed shortly by his warm lips as they moved onto my heaving mounds.

"Oh, Mark, oh, oh yes," I cried out to him, as my pussy moistened and a glow rose up through my body.

"I think we need to cool down a bit," he suggested, having part raised his head to look up at me. No doubt noticing as he did, the tell tale signs of my having climaxed, on my flushed neck and cheeks.

"Here, have another sip," he said, having since sat up and passed me my drink, before taking up his.

"Would it be to bold or presumptuous of me, if I were to suggest we move this to your boudoir, Roxy," he pleasantly intimated, in particular his quaint term of phrase for my bedroom. ‘How could I resist,' I thought.

"Just let me turn the music off first," I told him, indicating my agreement without actually saying yes.

"This way, then," I said, confidently taking Mark's left hand and leading the way: past my daughter's room, and the bathroom, which I made him aware of, before turning around and pulling him to me, my back against my ‘boudoir' door, as he put it, as we once more kissed.

"Inside, then," I added after, slowly turning the door knob behind me and stepping back, my hand once more leading him to where he would pamper my body, before hopefully, ‘fucking my brains out!'.

"Very feminine, and cosy," he lauded, on my choice of furniture; the double bed being the centre piece, and no doubt the décor; pastel yellow.

"Come here, lay on the bed for me," I exclaimed, feeling confident and at home in the surrounds of my bedroom.

"Aren't I supposed to be pampering you!" Mark rejoined, having the courtesy to first remove his shoes, before doing my bidding.

"Don't worry, you have been and you are," I told him, as I climbed onto the bed, and then, on all fours, suspended myself above him.

"The clip is at the front," I said, gesticulating with my head and body towards my bra, my breasts now hanging down, almost invitingly.

"Emn, do I detect a hard-on, young man," I proffered, as I moved into a kneeling position atop of him.

"Yes, but we'll leave that for later," Mark assured me, as he undid a couple of more buttons, thereby noticing, as he did, that my brassiere was also strapless.

"Dare I say it, but, my pussy is aching to have your mouth on, around and inside it, Mark, especially after the way you tantalized it last Tuesday," I averred, not knowing what else to otherwise say as he caressed my exposed breasts.

"Emn, they're lovely and firm," he commended, having taken a telling hold of them and drawing me lower; towards him.

"Emn, yes, Mark, lick them, suck on my teats, please," I appealed, as he swirled his warm moist tongue around the right one, before doing likewise to the other. In doing so, as well as kneading them, I again felt a pleasurable sensation, deep inside my cervix, begin to slowly rise up.

"More, do it more," I appealed, wanting him to edge me towards yet another release, and, to further facilitate it, I frantically undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and smothered his face with my sumptuous breasts.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, almost followed, thereafter, by an apology for otherwise swearing.

"It's okay, it's used in a positive context," he assuringly told me.

"So, how many other women?" I asked, for almost the third time, as I, having knelt up straight, undid the cuffs on my blouse, before removing both the chemise and my bra.

"Do you really want to know?" he enquired, teasingly raising his hips up, and me with it, as if we were slowly fucking.

"Only if you want to tell me," I coyly rejoined, bracing my hands on his midriff, both for support of what he was doing, and for what he had planned next.

"Just the one, on Thursday," Mark said.

"I see. Well, as I'm sure you no doubt realised, if I hadn't needed to return to work, you could also of had me," I intimated. "But now, I've got you all to myself, and we've got all day," I said, before quickly adding: "or as long as you can spare," my face again becoming flushed, though this time at my poor choice of words.

"Am I being too needy, Mark?" I said, as he, having now grasped the sides of my waist, motioned me up and down. "Don't be afraid to tell me if I am, I'm a big girl."

"Of course you're not, and if you were, there's no harm in being so," he comforted me; whereupon, I lent forward, once more offering my firm swaying breasts to the attention of his mouth.

"I'm aching to have you inside me, Mark, and the way you've made me feel, even have you fill me with your warmth," I told him, knowing full well what it could lead to in 9 months time.

"I take it you're not one for anal sex," Mark said, my body tensing and going rigid at the mention of that word: ‘anal'.

"I take it you're not suggesting it," I said, keeping my cool under the previous circumstance.

"Would I be right in concluding that, you feel it's somewhat, you know, dirty, like" he intimated cautiously.

‘And no doubt painful,' I remarked to myself, as I sought to smother any more words from him on the obscene subject, with my breasts, which I now dragged from side to side across his face and extended tongue.

Some long minutes later, and with me still knelt astride Mark, I took the initiative and placed his hands on the button of my skirt.

"Undress me, and feast on my pussy," I invitingly told him, and within moments my skirt was on the floor, along with my blouse and bra, and I was laid on my back, my knees bent with my feet apart.

Still wearing his black socks, even though I had a fluffy mat over the carpet, Mark then crawled from the bottom of the bed towards my now moist pussy, and g-string, which was quite wet I noticed, as he moved it to one side. With my silky smooth mound exposed - he only having touched it the other day - he took in it's puffiness as I awaited his attentive ‘pampering'.

"Your clit's quite firm and bulging, Roxy," he lauded, soon extending his right hand towards it and again stroking the firm root.

"Emn, God, you certainly, enjoy making, a woman, cum," I spasmodically exclaimed, as he brought forth another climax from me.

"That's better," Mark smiled, lowering his head towards where his fingers were still pleasuring me, and even after I had yet again cum for him.

Almost immediately, I felt his fingers part the folds of my pussy, followed soon after by his warm breath on my sex, all of which sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through my body.

"Lick it, Mark, put your tongue inside my opening and lick me," I cried out.

"What would you like me to lick?" he rejoined teasingly.

"Lick my pussy, then my clit for me, only hurry," I implored somewhat franticly, my right hand, now resting on his head, edging him lower and closer to my ‘honey pot.'

"You mean, your cunt! Say it, Roxy," Mark urged, his tongue tip hovering, before lightly skimming the surface.

"My cunt, lick my cunt, Mark," I almost demanded, and just as I said cunt a second time, I felt him submerge his tongue inside it.

"Oh fuck, yes. Lick it, tongue fuck my hole," I pleaded. "My cunt's been aching for this, and finally she's getting what she wants.

"Oh, more, harder, firmer," I cried out, almost deliriously, as another wave of pleasure rippled up from the core of my sexual nervous system.

"Oh God, you're gonna make me cum, again," I swooned, beneath his attentiveness, as he continued stroking my distended clit.

Easily managing to pull his tongue free of my sucking pussy, Mark teasingly slid it up and down my slick, wet slit a few times. Then, on what was the last occurrence, he took his time, even going so far as to flatten out his tongue as he dragged it along. When Mark did eventually reach my clit, my body was so sensitive - on the edge of yet another orgasm - that I almost shrieked as I came, my hips uncontrollably rising to encourage him all the more, aided by that of my hand.

"I hope your cock's still hard, young man," I said, drawing him up and towards me. Only for Mark to then remove my hand.

"Precaution's you mentioned," he reminded me.

"Don't I get to suck on it first, after all...!" I proffered, intimating returning what he'd just done for me. And with that, he relaxed, replaced my hand and let me continue.

Having smooched his lips, tasting myself on him in the process, I once more had Mark lay on his back. Going straight to his belt, I unbuckled it and, having undone the button, slowly slid the nylon zip down.

"That's quite impressive," I said, noticing the bulge of his cock angled across his lower abdomen, which I then stroked for a short while before drawing back his black pants to see it.

"Quite impressive!" I regaled, upon catching sight of it, a small deposit of pre-cum smeared around the head, which I quickly and instinctively licked up, having drawn Mark's stout erection towards me.

"Emn, emn," I moaned, as I sucked on the glans with just enough pressure to get a similar reaction from Mark, before sliding my ruby red lips down the length of his long warm shaft; thankfully, he let me do all the work, and, unlike me, didn't use his hand to force the issue.

"Okay, let's see about the...condom, then," I presently suggested, intimating that I'd put it on for him. "Best remove your trousers and pants, though," I told Mark, having since released his saliva slick cock, and now knelt up.

Handing me a pair that where joined together, Mark then raised his hips and slid the garments down, before reposing himself to sit up and fully remove them. ‘Why two,' I wondered, as he did, since they were obviously from a strip of several.

Managing to open one, I removed the lubricated latex sheath and placed the remainder on my bedside cabinet. Almost taking Mark by surprise, when I put the rubber between my lips - this being something I'd seen done on a sex education TV programme - I lightly gripped the base of his cock, and then hovered my mouth over it momentarily, before absorbing the head and fully covering his warm erection with the condom.

"There!" I exclaimed, once I'd finished, feeling quite pleased with my achievement, especially with it being the first time I had done it.

"Fits perfectly, and like a glove," commended Mark, with a pleasant smile, just before I moved to get on top of him, still holding onto his sheathed cock, which would soon be sheathed inside me.

"Oh yes, fuck, that's lovely," I exclaimed, as I, with my hands once more braced on his torso, slowly motioned myself up and down his tumescent shaft.

"Emn, fuck me, Mark!" I almost whimpered, as his presence sent what I imagined a surge of electricity to feel like, rippling through my body.

"Your cock's lovely and long," I continued to exalt, as my now ardent action encouraged yet another orgasm to well up inside me; I rarely climax more than once, and yet Mark, to quote Prince, ‘has dripping on the floor'.

Having noticed me climax, Mark then repositioned us; not in the usual missionary position, as I expected, having he first placed me on my back, but on my left side. He then raised my right leg until the knee was bent and in a sitting posture. Mark then knelt either side of my outstretched left leg, and soon penetrated me, stroking my clit with fingers of his right hand while at the same time caressing my breasts and nipples with his other hand and kissing my face sporadically, before settling on my mouth. After that, and as he continued to fuck me, Mark planted warm moist kisses over my chin, neck and then breasts, his attentiveness once more sending shock waves rippling through me as yet another climax peaked, and resounded in my head.

"That was, they were, fucking lovely," I beamed up at him. Neither of us emitting a smug expression, in particular me.

"Can I suggest something?" I said, still with Mark inside me, contentedly kissing my breasts and stout nipples.

Having gotten him to ease back, and from me, I then turned over, on all fours. "Get behind me, Mark," I said, even though he was. "Put that lovely long cock of yours in my cunt and fuck me with it," I directed him, wantonly.

"Yes, that's it, all the way in for me," I uttered.

"Now, fuck me; hard, do it hard. Grab my waist, and really give it fucking to me," I insisted.

"Oh fuck, yes, like that, just like that, keep fucking me," I cried out encouragingly, his groin soon slapping against my rounded ass.

"That's it, more, thrust it into me, big boy, shoot your load in there," I exclaimed, as I felt him start to swell.

"Ho-ho, that's quite warm," I regaled, feeling Mark's hot cum as it spurted forth and filled the teat and sides of the rubber, hoping, as it did, none would leak out.

"Leave it inside me for a bit," I said, as my own climax immediately followed. Then, once it had subsided, I slowly withdrew myself from his semi-hard cock, before I turned around, removed the condom and then slowly and attentively sucked his cock all but dry.

"Emn, that most certainly was fucking lovely, Mark...all of it," I rejoiced. "Why the second one, though, or is that for another acquaintance, later on?" I pried.

"Condoms are, as they indicate on the box, only 99% safe; they can break," he informed me, before getting up to dispose of the used one in the bathroom.

After that, I saw Mark a few more times, his pleasant nature restoring my otherwise lost confidence with men.