It was a little after 10:30am. I was sat in my upstairs apartment alone, but not for long. I was waiting. No, I was anticipating the arrival of Martin, my long distance lover. He was due to arrive by train any minute soon. It was a long, one hour journey from London to Southend-on-sea, where I live.
Because of my work, mostly afternoon or evening shifts as a fully trained chef for a local restaurant, we only get to see each other once or twice a month. When we do, the lovemaking is out of this world, exciting, different and long lasting. Martin's speciality, which makes him so unique and perfect, is the prolonged foreplay I get to enjoy along with several orgasms. He even goes down on me with each change of position, some of which are quite inventive.
When the front door bell sounded, my heart flipped in my ribcage. I got up from the sofa, one we had made love on many times before. I then peered out of the window and noticed the tall handsome figure of Martin stood there. As always, he was smartly dressed. This time he had on a grey speckled jacket, white shirt, black trousers and a pair of black slip on shoes. More than ever, I was looking forward to his visit. It would be a most memorable one indeed.
I lived in an upstairs apartment. On a previous occasion, I had mentioned one of my fantasies, which was to make love at the top of the stairs. Not only was I determined for it happen that morning, but I even had a few more surprises for my lover to realise and enjoy.
I gave Martin one of my coy smiles as I opened the door and welcomed him inside. There was a warm expression on his face, I noticed, as I closed and locked the door behind us; shutting the world out for the next few hours.
"Did you miss me?" he said.
‘Did I miss him?' I turned around and answered his question by placing my hands on Martin's shoulders and pushing him against the wall behind him. Our lips met instantly and I kissed him feverishly, my body trembled as it always does when we kiss. I felt his hand come up and presently his fingers were entwined in my curly black hair. The way he kissed me and used his fingers had a way of making me wet and I was wet for him that morning. He drew back my head and his lips were on my chin then my neck and either side of my neck before returning to my mouth. This was perfect, so damn perfect and I would get to enjoy my fantasy.
I gasped and sighed with his exquisite touch and then he turned me around. Pulling me to him, I felt his warm firm desire throb against my backside. His hands went to my blouse and he pulled it open. He'd noticed it was done up with poppers and it came away with ease. My breathing became deep as I lusted for him and my shapely 40DD tits rose and fell in his warm hands. In no time at all, Martin had pulled my white bra up and over my breasts. I gasped, and then his hands, smooth, warm and welcome, were caressing my breasts as I slowly slid my ass up and down his hard-on.
As he rolled my nipples, I drew myself forward and slipped my right hand between us. I felt his cock, so warm and hard as I lightly stroked the outline of his bulge. I turned my head towards him and we kissed. His hands drew up my tits and kneaded them like dough.
Breaking from me, he ducked his head around my body and was presently sucking my hard pointy nipple. Pleasured sensations shot through my body, exciting my already wet pussy and clit as I stroked him encouragingly. I breathed deep and lowly. My fingers went to the zip of his trousers and in no time at all, I had my hand inside his pants. I shuddered at the touch, the very feel of his long warm firm cock the one that had fucked me so warmly and perfectly countless times before.
I trembled when his hands moved lower to the waist of my skirt. ‘Did you,' he whispered close to my ear, his breath almost scolding my warm lobe, which he then kissed and nibbled.
‘Did I.' I didn't have a phone, and so we kept in contact and made arrangements to meet up with letters to one another. Martin's were long and erotic, quite hot and at least five pages long. Having read a really hot and steamy one, I wrote back and told Martin that I had used my vibrator as I read his letter. When I received his reply, he suggested that I have it inside me when I met him for that morning's assignation. I decided to surprise him as he was about to find out. I did, though, use my vibrator to excite my clit and make myself cum before he arrived.
The black skirt I was wearing fitted close to my legs, while my feet were quite wide. Martin slid the material up my legs with both hands to just above my knees and then returned his left one to caress my left tit while still kissing my lips and sliding his tongue around my mouth.
I quavered with expectancy when I felt his hand on my right thigh. There was no urgency in his exploration of my body, and I released a low languid sigh.
Inch by slow measured inch, Martin's hand made its way along my humid thigh, the top and then the inside. I trembled when he was close enough. Close enough to feel my black wiry pubes against his thumb. And then: "You're naked!" he exclaimed.
His mouth and lips intensified and then I felt his hand cover my mound and remain there, no doubt feeling its warmth as the fire continued to smoulder in my core.
Moments later, it was my turn to be surprised. I was pushed forward, my hands against the wall opposite and my head turned towards Martin. There was a fire in his brown eyes. Come to bed ones I had told him the first time. He drew up the hem of my skirt and tucked it in the back of my waistband. My feet were then urged further apart with his left foot. Martin brought up his left hand and slid the fingertips inside my pussy.
"You're quite wet," he voiced his realisation, and then, without warning, I felt his hand dust my left buttock. Not hard, but enough that I recoiled forward, onto his fingers.
"Yes," I cried, and then straightened up. He slapped me again and I cried out for more. With the forth one, I came and he worked his fingers in and out of my wet cunt. Martin took his wet fingers from me. He then turned me around and smeared them over my tits and nipples. Having returned his fingers to fucking me with them some more, my back arched as he sucked each firm nipple in turn.
When he next took his cum soaked fingers for me, I opened my mouth and part extended my tongue. I tasted myself on them licking and sucking Martin's fingers. As he kissed me afterwards, he unclipped my strapless bra and undid my skirt each one fell away and landed on the floor in a discarded heap. I reached down and undid Martin's trousers and pushed his jacket off his shoulders before unbuttoning his shirt, which joined the rest of our clothes. Apart from his satin red pants and a pair of black socks he was naked.
Leaving our clothes where they were, I took Martin's hand and had him follow me the short distance (12 feet) to the stairs that lead up to my flat. I had only gone up three steps when Martin had me stop and sit down. He then asked me to show him how much I had missed him. I figured it was then that he wanted me to use the toy.
On a previous occasion when we were in bed together, he had noticed me stroking my pussy inside my black thong. Martin drew back the duvet and I stopped. He assured me it was okay and I continued, he even drew down my thong and then watched as I made myself cum.
I moved my feet apart on the lower step and again he watched me stroke myself. He was still watching me when he moved up to the next step and then lowered his pants, enough that his firm long cock made its appearance. He moved closer and I opened my mouth, my lips closed around his warm cock and I accepted more of him as he slowly flexed his hips at me.
It was short but sincere, my pleasure, as always, paramount to him. He moved to two steps above mine and helped me up. Martin then took the lead and I followed him up the stairs. When I reached the top, he had me turn around and lay on the carpet. He then moved back and stood on the stair by the turnaround, there he removed his pants and subsequently knelt down.
I raised my upper body enough that I was able to watch him, watch Martin as he grasped the backs of my thighs and then drew them up and out. I followed his head as he lowered it towards my pubic mound. His wet pink tongue snaked out from between his lips and licked a slow long path up the wet crease of my pussy. "Huh," I gasped, when he flicked my clit.
That's all I ever do, gasp or moan. I gasped some more when I felt his lips encircle my clit and then slowly suck my sensitive bud, all while his fingers, inside my warm wet pussy, stroked the inner folds in a most tantalising way.
He then moved back, looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and then he took my hands and placed them on his head. Martin then moved his up to my tits. As he fondled and caressed them I felt his tongue inside my cunt. Using my hands, I directed him to fuck me with his tongue, fuck me and make me cum, which I presently did.
I watched again as he drew himself back, he then had me hold myself open and then I watched as he moved closer. I felt the warm firmness of his cock nudge against my pussy and then slide in.
Moments later, he was laid over me. His left hand caressed my right breast as he sucked and licked the left one and rhythmically fucked his long hard cock deep inside me.
I gasped, sighed and moaned as pleasure built up inside me, I curled my legs around him and urged Martin to fuck me. Slow and deep, deep and slow. After I came, he was back between my legs licking up my escaping juices.
Moments later, with his lips covered in my juices, Martin drew himself up, his cock, his wonderful cock hung inches above me. I sat up and took him between my lips and sucked and licked his shaft.
"Where next," I said, as I took his offered hand. As I was about to find out, he was far from finished with fulfilling my fantasy.
Stood up on the landing, as if to go back downstairs, Martin turned me around. There, on the wall opposite, was a long mirror. At first, I trembled at seeing myself naked. He then grasped my left thigh and drew it up. I watched as my lover directed his cock to my pussy and then slipped it effortlessly inside me. Again, he managed to direct his head around to my right side and suck my nipple while his fingers stroked my clit. It was better than watching any film of us. I trembled, more from having to stand on one leg. Martin stopped and let my leg down.
"Now where," I said, when, having kissed me afterwards, he took my hand, only to sit down on the landing and wait.
"Huh-urmn," I sighed, and then I was sat over him, his hands supporting my upper body. I'm a size 14, very curvy, which is something Martin likes in his women and he always cuddles me after we make love.
"Tease yourself," he urged, all the while smiling warmly at me.
Reaching between my thighs, I grasped his firm shaft a few inches below the bulging head. I released a long low ‘huh,' sigh, as I meticulously stroked the puffy glans of his erection along my wet slit. Some of my juices escaped and trailed down to my fingers; nevertheless, I continued teasing myself for a few moments more, until Martin relaxed his grip. I sighed when I felt the bulging head of his cock slip inside my needy cunt. He took my hands and I reposed myself to a kneeling position. I was full of cock, his cock and it felt so complete. He drew me forward and placed my hands on his shoulders. I then rode myself up and down, up and down Martin's cock until I came. After that, he scuttled further underneath me and then he was sucking my mound, hairs as well. I came in a blistering climax, my fantasy complete and perfect.
"Lovely," he extolled.
"Thank you, Martin, that was perfect," I rejoined.
"There's more," he told me, and held out his hand to help me up.
Rather than head along the landing to the lounge, as I had expected, he, instead, had me follow him to the open dining area and, in particular, the glass top dining table. Martin pulled back the front chair and turned it sideways. He then invited me to stand near the front of the table with my left leg bent and resting on the chair. That opened me up and I soon felt his warm hands on the backs of my thighs followed, once more, by his warm breath and his wet tongue on my crease. To say Martin loved licking pussy, my pussy specifically, is an understatement and soon his tongue was inside my heated sex while fingers of his right hand stroked my clit.
"Emn, yes, more," I cried out for the first time that morning. I even rested my hand on his nape and held him there as I bucked and flexed my hips at him when I climaxed.
Presently stood up, Martin directed me to lower my upper body. When my hard nipples grazed the coldness of the surface, I let out a sigh while a frisson of pleasure rolled up my spine.
Relaxed and open, as I was, the engorged head of Martin's warm firm cock slipped inside my wet pussy. He then grasped my hips and thrust himself forward.
"Yes, again," I urged, and felt him slowly draw his long warm cock back and then slam himself forward, enough that his groin slapped my backside. Thereafter, Martin continued fucking me like that until I climaxed again.
He immediately took himself from my cum dowsed sex and subsequently drew me back and down to sit on the chair. My legs were pushed back and held in place and then his tongue, so heavenly, licked and lapped up my escaping juices.
Shortly thereafter, I found myself in a similar position on my sofa. Martin had considerately placed the seat from one of the matching armchairs behind my back. That positioned my shapely ass forward. As he once again slammed his warm firm cock deep inside me, he purposefully stroked my clit.
Everything was perfect, so much so, that when I felt him begin to swell inside me I said, "Let me taste you, Martin."
Until then, I was happy for him to cum inside me, the sensation, as he exploded his warmth inside my pussy, enough to set off another climax.
"Oh God, yes," he cried out, and then quickly withdrew himself.
I immediately moved forward, my mouth open for him. I caught the first of three warm creamy bursts on my tongue as he guided his hot throbbing cock to my mouth. I closed my lips around his warm shaft and felt a jolt with the final two. ‘Lovely,' I exuded, as I sucked the dregs from him.
On a previous occasion, I had managed to stroke him off, something that no other woman had ever done for him. I then licked his warm essence from my thumb and fingers and sucked the remains from his cock. After some long foreplay on Martin's part, he was good to go again and I was so counting on that as I continued to suck him.
"You want more, I take it," he said, smiling down at me.
"Emn," I smiled back coyly, only for Martin to take himself from my loose grip and stand up.
Having helped me up and removed the additional seat cushion, which he placed on the floor some way back from the sofa, Martin then took two of the cushions from the sofa and made one long one. He then invited me to lay down on it, which I subsequently did and presently, with my legs drawn up again, he was feasting on my pussy and making me cum.
When he drew himself up, his cock was as hard as before. That's another thing that's so perfect about him. Eating pussy gets Martin aroused.
This time he had the backs of my lower legs resting on his shoulders. Martin was deep inside me as he fucked me slowly and with perfect rhythm while, with his encouragement, I stroked my clit and presently climaxed.
Did I mention Martin was adventurous. He was, without a doubt, the most adventurous lover I had ever known the pleasure of. Not just the many positions but the versatility; not knowing which one would be next.
Having moved the armchair that was angled in the corner beside the sofa - the one he had taken the seat from - so that it was flat against the wall, Martin had me sit on the backrest with my legs open and wide. I trembled with pleasure and expectancy as he stood up at the perfect height to penetrate me with his warm hard cock. His hands moved behind my head and rested on the wall. He smiled and I smiled back knowingly and subsequently reached for his warm sticky cock, which I again stroked along the wetness of my lips, all the while shuddering as the touch and warmth sent sensations coursing through me.
"Fuck me, Martin, fuck me and cum," I cried, almost whimpering with pleasure when he thrust forward and filled me up. It was hard and he was so deep, hard enough that my body and head recoiled back with each strong swing of his hips. I felt his palms cushion me and then we were kissing, tongues once more exploring as a powerful orgasm built up inside me. I gasped towards the end as he continued to fuck me. I spasmed around his cock and he filled me with his warm joyous cum.
Taking my hands, he placed them around his neck and then cuddled me to him as my orgasm continued for a short while afterwards and the final dregs of Martin's cum drained from him.
We were presently laid on our side on the floor, Martin cuddling me. I reached back and felt his sticky cock. To my welcome joy, it was semi-hard. Having stroked it for a while, I drew him closer, between the cheeks of my ass. That was where I finally wanted him. I urged his cock against my tight opening. Although he was barely hard, it was enough for Martin to understand what I wanted.
"I take it you want -" he began.
"Yes," I replied, my voice low and husky. I had let it be known that I liked anal sex. That's to say, I didn't dislike it. It was rare that I let a man go there.
"You want my cock in your ass," he spelt it out, encouraging me to be more positive, lose my inhibitions.
"Yes," I again replied, this time looking back and up at him as he part leant forward.
"Okay, but in a more comfortable position for you," he intoned, ever considerate for my pleasure, something Martin held at the forefront of our many times together. His philosophy is, that he derives his pleasure from giving pleasure, a rarity, and that's why I love him so much.
With the seat cushions quickly returned to the sofa, I told Martin where I had put a tube of KY gel while omitting to mention my vibrator. Either he didn't notice it or he declined its use. He then had me kneel in front of the sofa with my upper body resting on the middle seat cushion. Martin grasped my hands and subsequently drew them back, placing them on my buttocks, which I prised apart for him.
I was open for him. I felt his warm breath flicker the nerve endings of my exposed anus. When I next felt his warm wet tongue, I flinched.
"It's okay, you're clean, right."
"Emn," I sighed, and relaxed.
"Yes, emn," I sighed some more, as I gave myself to Martin's ever more pleasured attention and all while he stroked my firmed up clit.
Moments later, he was kissing my shapely buttocks, his fingers inside my wet sex. I rocked back on them wanting so much to cum.
"Not yet. Soon," he intoned, and then they were gone.
I felt the warmth of his legs against mine as he moved closer. I shuddered at the coldness of the gel when it touched my exposed anus. That was immediately tempered by the warmth of Martin's cockhead, which he used to smear the gel around my tight opening.
"Breathe deeply, slowly," he said, and I did. I was still breathing deeply when I felt the slightest pressure of his puffy glans pushing forward. No sooner was he past my ring of resistance than he stopped.
"Okay -" he began to say.
"Yes," I rejoined.
"In your own time, Karen, move back and forward," he schooled me, ever considerate for my pleasure as always.
"Emn, yes," I sighed, as I flexed myself back and took some more of his warm proud length in my backside and then rocked forward.
To counter any discomfort there might have been, there wasn't, it was so perfect, Martin had his right arm encircled below me, his fingers once more in my wet cunt while he utilised the whorl of his thumb to agitate my clit.
"Yes, more," I cried out, all the while rocking back on him and soon with some pleasurable ease.
"How is it," he said.
"Thank you," I rejoined.
"You like it."
"Yes."
"Say it, then," he encouraged.
"I like it, Martin,"
"You like my cock fucking your ass," he continued.
"I like you fucking me, Martin...I like you...I like you fucking my ass. Fuck my ass, Martin, please," I intoned, and then he took over. His left hand, as on a previous occasion, grasped my hair, and then he was fucking me, fucking my ass. God, my ass was being fucked so perfectly and pleasurably and all while I flexed back on his masterful cock and warm shaped fingers.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Make me cum, Martin, make me cum on your cock," I cried out, moments before my body went into orgasmic convulsion. That, in turn, caused the muscles of my anus to tighten around Martin's cock and soon he was cumming as well. I felt a warm glow as he spurted his third load inside me, I shook and shivered with each warm sensation.
Afterwards, I sat up, my back against my lover as we basked in the afterglow, my hand around his neck as I held him to me. Martin's hands came around me, his left one just below my shapely breasts while the other returned to cup my mound.
"That was wonderful, Martin. You were wonderful," I commended, looking up at him as we turned to gaze at one another and then kissed.
After that, I had him follow me to the bathroom. There I washed his cock and subsequently sucked on it for a short while. He didn't regain his erection, which was perfectly fine by me. In all the times we were together, that was the first and only time he managed to cum three times.
Leaving me to have a quick shower, Martin went and collected our clothes. Noticing the clock afterwards, it was 1:40. I smiled as I made my way along the landing. ‘Had we really made love for that amount of time,' I wondered.
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