This is not going to go wham bam slam like with the guy a few months ago. This girl needs to be set at ease, warm to us, connect with us on a mental, emotional level first. 

She’s over at our Chateau (our name for a one room flat in the center of the capital) for the second time. The first time we only talked. Ok, she touched you a bit, you touched each other, but you know, in safe places. After she left that first time you looked kind of flustered. In a good way. For the first time ever you actually asked me to lick your pussy. You wanted to be standing. One leg up on a chair. You were so sweet and asked if I didn’t mind. If I wanted a pillow under my knees. ‘Good idea’, I said and took one from the bed. You wanted to stay dress and lifted up your dress. You wanted to wear no underwear during this first meet-up with our next ally in amorous and passion driven carnal pursuits. When you came you pulled my hair so badly it even hurt. I loved it.

The girl is named Chloë. She’s not French, she’s all Slovak, but her mum named her after some French actress. She almost has the voice of a 12 year old girl, but she’s 26. She’s still a student at university. Asian languages, Chinese and Korean. Two more years to go. She works at a tanning salon, mornings and evenings. Her mother died young. She grew up with her father and two older brothers. She’s from a village close to Poprad. Probably not the most wealthy family background. She’s dressed well. Not tacky. A black blouse on white pants. She has two tiny dancing angels on a necklace on her neck. Looks like gold.

We’re drinking white wine. Very sweet. Spanish.

This time I definitely don’t know what to expect. What do you want to do with her? What do you want her to do with you? What is she going to be like? She seems so shy. A case of still waters run deep? She has that cute bird with broken wings thing going on.

You are sitting opposite of each other, in comfortable lounge chairs. With the coffee table in between. Our romantically branded chessboard screaming ‘make a move’.

I am sitting on the couch, like a tennis referee or what are those called? Empire?

She makes more eye contact with me than with you. I hope she is not getting the wrong idea. I don’t think so. She’s just too nervous around you to lock eyes. When you’re not looking directly at her I can see her check you out. Her eyes are tramping down your form, head to toe. If eyes could lick you’d be covered in her saliva. Perhaps you will be.

I am not so sure how to speed up this mellowly cruising train from pleasant conversation to the smutty action she’s here for.

She smells quite nice. Flowery, yet a bit acidic. Nothing can top your Heures d’absence.

She lets us know that she is indeed bisexual.

‘Like 50-50?’, you ask. You’re not always so upfront.

‘It changes. But yes, maybe it’s 50-50.’

I ask if she can imagine being in a relationship with a woman.

‘Definitely’, she answers.

‘Do you like the wine? I hope it’s not to sweet. I love sweet things’, you say.

‘It’s perfect’, she says. ‘Tastes like mango. Very good.’

We are silent for a bit staring at our wine glasses.

‘Am just gonna ask’, I venture. ‘Would you mind sitting between us?’

‘Ok, sure’, she says as if I have offered her a piece of cheese or some nuts. There’s something in her tone though… She’s brimming with nervousness. I fear she’s gonna bolt for the door at the first touch.

Something quite different happens.

She drops on the couch besides me. And you drop on the other side of her.

I realize how much she’s been wanting you. She immediately buries her head in your lap. I lift her legs up and put them on my lap.

I see her push her head against your belly. Rubbing her nose on you.

Then she turns on her back and looks up at you.

Am not entirely sure what my role is supposed to be here, but to sit here and do nothing makes me feel like a plant in a pot in the corner of the room. I massage her shins and her feet a bit.

‘Can you kiss me?, she asks you.

Bold move from a shy girl like she is.

You take a deep breath.

You are caressing her blonde hair. ‘You have nice hair’, you tell her.

She lifts her head up and undoes her pony tail for you. Shakes her hair a bit.

‘You have amazing curls’, she shoots back.

You are massaging her face with one hand. Running your finger along her eyebrows. The line of her nose. Her sort of thin, but pinkish lips.

‘You don’t want to kiss me?’, she asks in a pleading voice.

‘I do, I do’, you say. ‘Just give me a minute. We don’t have to rush.’

‘You smell nice’, she says. ‘What is the name of your perfume?’

‘Shsst, zlatka, shsst, just let me look at you’, you whisper back in a very soothing voice. It’s endearing to see.

After some time you press a kiss on her forehead. She lunges up hungry for your lips, but you pull back. She looks like a hyena who has missed her prey by an inch.

‘Can you sit on me?’, you ask.

She rolls off of us. She throws off her blouse. Revealing a black bra. Breasts somewhere at the start of the C-cup range. She straddles you. Instantly starts rubbing herself off on you through her pants. The white color accentuated by the candles we have flickering everywhere.

You put one hand around the back of her head and pull her towards you. ‘Slow down, we have time’, you say. Then you kiss her. Like you are licking the best ice cream in town.

‘Oh wow’, she goes. ‘You taste so good.’

She doesn’t know what to do with herself and can’t stay still for a second.

‘Grab my breasts’, she says in a demanding voice.

You put your beautiful hands with your endless fingers, fiery with their burgundishy – am a man, am not good with colors – nail polish on her breasts and you start massaging them. You are the master of sensual massages. ‘God, God, Goooood’, she says almost as if she is going to start sobbing. ‘I want you, I want you.’

She pushes herself forward and presses her breasts against your face. With the bra still on. She’s caressing your with her tits. Pushing your face between them.

‘Can we go to the bed?’, she asks. She sounds like she’s in pain. ‘ Please, carry me to the bed, carry me to the bed and fucking ravish me. Please. Just fucking ravish me.’

You stand up and she is hanging on to you. Her legs wrapped tight around your waist, her arms round your neck.

It’s nice to see how much this girl longs to melt in you, but also a bit confusing.

You let yourself fall on our bed on your back. Chloe never letting go of you. She is sitting on your crotch with her crotch and rocking back and forth. You are lying still, but you seem to be enjoying that. Chloe takes off her bra. Then she takes your right hand and pushes it between her legs with a restless force. I see your fingers start moving. Her hands cup your breasts and her lips dive down to your lips. She’s loud, but you are strangely silent.

I don’t know what else to do than to simply go and lie next to you.

Chloe rolls off. She is clutching at the zipper of her pants. Frantically stripping the tight textile from her legs. Her underpants are also black. There is a large wet stain there.

I kiss you gently on the lips. You stroke my left cheek with your hands and you look a little misty.

The girl keeps surprising and asks: ‘Can he fuck me from behind while I eat out your pussy?’

Without even looking at her you say a firm ‘no.’

She won’t bring it up again.

‘You will suck his dick at the end, but that’s it. I don’t share. I won’t.’

‘That turns me on’, says the girl.

I have to laugh at that. What doesn’t turn this girl on?

Chloe takes off your skirt.

You have the reflex to cover your bared pussy with both your hands.

Who is the real shy girl in this feast of desire?

‘Not with the lights on.’

Funny, cause there is a large three CD box entitled ‘With the lights out’, a collection of rare Nirvana songs, on top of our books shelves.

I go and switch off all the lights. There are only candles burning. I add some more, so it’s not too dark either.

Chloe is kissing the insides of your thighs. You still have your hands cupped  over your triangular landing zone for my tongue.

Chloe starts prying your hands away. You are much stronger than her, so if she can push your hands away it’s only because you have surrendered to her lust for your taste.

Your hands suddenly shoot up. You put them on your forehead. As if you have to deeply reflect on what she’s about to do.

I come and lie next to you again.

‘Give yourself over to her. It’s going to be sensational.’

‘This is out of comfort zone.’

‘But you want it, don’t you?’

‘Yes, I do’, you say with rolling eyes and a bit of anger.

‘Just let go. We are both here to catch you if you fall’, says the girl formerly known as the shy girl.

‘Ok, so start then’, you say.

Chloe dips her whole face into your hairless pussy. She’s eating you out like a homeless guy being treated to a twelve course meal in the finest Parisian restaurant.

I realize that am getting an erection and that I didn’t have one before.

I start sucking your pointy nipples which always make me melt. I wish I could put your whole breast into my mouth, but it’s too big, it would never fit.

Chloe has these nipples that point inward with these very spread out pinkish circles around them. They look a little too puddingy. Not really my cup of tea, but yes, she is a good looking girl. I mean, you picked her, and you pick everything with the care of a poet picking his next spot on word.

She’s milky white and has an unusually large – and also very white – derrière for an otherwise rather slender girl.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. The sight of you pulling her hair with both your hands while you are almost biting the pillow as you climax is super arousing, I must admit, even if lesbian action was never a big turn-on for me.

‘Zuuut, I suppose this isn’t the first time you’ve done that’, you say.

‘Not my first rodeo, no’, she’s smacking her lips like she’s just finish the most moist creamy cheesecake. I know you don’t like that sound. You seem not to notice luckily.

‘So you wanna taste me now?’, she asks.

‘She really wants to taste you’, I say.
‘I sometimes really hate how you know everything’, you tell me. And you sigh.

Chloe moves closer to you, hobbling towards you on her knees. She puts her pussy directly over your mouth.

‘Like what you see?’, she asks.

You only mutter ‘yes.’

You start licking her. I can’t resist and I hope it won’t distract you from enjoying her very pink cunt with the bit of blonde hair waving above, but now I desperately wish to lick you too.

It’s a cool sight. Chloe bouncing up and down on your tongue.

Beware of shy people, cause now she is saying over again: ‘You are a fucking sexy bitch, you know that? You’re a fucking drop dead gorgeous bitch. Am gonna ride you all night, sexy bitch.’

Either you’re going to smack her to a different postal code now or you are going to climax a second time.

And your second orgasm rolls in. Judging by the arch of your back and your legs it’s a pretty strong one.

I put my head on your left thigh and silently admire your uniquely shaped pussy. The way your labia are formed, I consider the size of them, the very specific color I have no name for, the moisture trickling down in little bits. As if thawing due to its own hotness.

Chloe is screamer. She is coming and we may not be the only people in the building to be alerted to that fact.

She collapses beside you and practically licks her own juice off of your mouth.

‘Are you very sure this was your first time eating pussy?’, she asks.

‘Glad you enjoyed it’, you say.

‘Did you enjoy it?’

You nod ostentatiously with closed eyes.

‘I wanna be fucked now’, she says.

‘We can do whatever, but not that’, I say.

‘If you want you can suck him off now.’

‘You said that was for the end, and were not at the end, yet, I hope. Don’t you guys have a strap-on?’

She’s talking while she is hugging you. She’s much more calm than before. You are hugging her back. I still have my head on your thigh. I feel super comfy there.

‘We do’, I say, ‘but there could be a bit of problem.’

‘Like?’

‘It’s six and a half centimeters in diameter’, I say.

‘Ah, so you are size queen?’, she asks you.

‘Who said that thing goes in me?’

‘Ooooh, that’s hot’, she practically sings.

Nobody says anything for a few minutes. I go and lie next to you and Chloe and I caress you from both sides. Chloe seems fixated on your breasts and keeps playing with your nipples. She keeps finding new things to stimulate your bosom. At the same time she keeps pressing her own breasts against your arm and ribs. She makes sure your thigh is firmly between her legs and she is now rubbing her pussy off on your muscular leg. She’s going to make that long gem of an ever so ideally round thigh completely wet.

She whispers in your ear: ‘I would like it very much if you could make love to me with that strap-on. I would like you to put it on. Stand in front of me while I drop to my knees and suck off my tall mistress.’

Ok, so that really makes you breathe faster.

I get the strap-on out of the drawer of the night-stand. Your perfectly fitting leather harness to keep the large dildo firmly in place at all times. For reasons of hygiene I slip a condom over it. It’s been disinfected with hand sanitizer, but still. Out of respect.

You get up from the bed and you clasp the strap-on around your waspy waist. You look extremely dominant and powerful.

Chloe drops to the floor immediately.

‘Let me serve your massive cock, my mistress’.

She’s really going at it. Deep throating you.

You get very aroused and grab her head and push her on your dick.

‘Suck it good’, you say. ‘Suck my dick good’.

She puts her hands around you and grabs hold of your butt cheeks and pulls you even more towards her.

Chloe can take a lot of dick…

She lets go of that huge cock for a few seconds. ‘Promise to fuck me in all my holes?’

You are getting more and more into this now and say: ‘Be careful what you wish for. I can go very, very hard.’

‘With your muscled body, I bet you can. I hope it hurts. I like it when it hurts.’

‘It will hurt.’

‘Good. Hurt me, bitch. Hurt my holes with this gigantic dick of yours. What are you waiting for? I want you to dominate me. You know how to dominate, don’t you, bitch? Fucking gorgeous bitch with your criminally perfect ass.’

She turns you and actually starts licking your asshole.

‘You have such a fucking sexy ass. You’re fucking sexy. You don’t even know how sexy.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Fuck me now. Fuck my holes. Fill me up, Stretch me with this impossibly large dick of yours.’

Chloe goes and lies on the bed.

‘We have lubricant’, you say. Mercy shining through.

‘Don’t need it. I told you. I like it when it hurts.’

‘Are you very sure about that?’

‘Fucking ram it in me. God, you’re beautiful. Especially with that black dick swinging between your legs. God, I want it. Come on.’

‘Which hole first?’
‘Surprise me. Preferably where it’s gonna hurt the most.’

‘You asked for it.’

You put her legs across your shoulders. Am thinking what you are going to do now and I guess right. You sense she wants it in her asshole first, so there you go.

You would never do this in such a ramming fashion, but she did rile you up with her provocations and demands.

At first you need to do a lot of pushing. That cock is seriously big and the head goes in, but then slips back out. That happens four or five times. Then the head is in completely and you just ramp all the rest of it in as well. That’s a shocking 21 centimeters. In a girl that’s maybe 1m66 tops.

She has no complaints cause all she lets out is: ‘Fuuuuck my world, that is a massive dick. Fuck, that hurts good. Keep going. Fuck me harder.’

‘You want this, right? You want this, hmm?’

You speed up and Chloe goes silent finally. Am starting to suspect you want to shut her up. Mission accomplished. You are fucking her so hard and so deep that she can’t produce any words anymore. She’s just blaring out this non-stop guttural moan. Like a wounded animal.

You really find your rhythm and start pulling the thick dong all the way out and ramming it all the way back in. Again and again.

Chloe takes this ravaging of her asshole admirably. But eventually she begs you to stop.

Chloe rolls over on her stomach. ‘Jesus, you can thrust hard. Am finished. Am done.’

‘But we’re not done.’

‘Please be sweet to me now. I need you to be sweet now. Please.’

You can and lie on her back and slowly push your massive dick in her pussy from behind. Slowly this time.

You lie on top of her without moving, your dick in her.

‘That’s a really good feeling’, she whispers. ‘I like how you are filling up my pussy.’

Eventually you start thrusting a little bit, but not like before.

You fuck her very slowly with the smallest of thrusts.

Finally she says: ‘Am gonna come.’

It takes another five minutes at least for her to come.

She doesn’t scream this time. She just lets out a very quiet and short ‘Oooh’.

You roll off of her white butt and throw off the strap-on.

‘Lick me again now.’

She immediately obeys. All the thrusting has thoroughly massaged your pussy. You are even hornier than at the start of the evening.

She puts three of her thin fingers in your pussy and fucks you very fast with them. She has long nails, but apparently she knows how not to hurt you with those. Her tongue is on your clit. You come violently. I love the sight of it. My penis and your balls are clamoring for some attention now.

‘Now suck him off. Suck him off as good as you sucked me off.’

I stand up from the edge of the bed. She scoots over, unzips my pants and pulls them down.

She’s still hungry for meat cock and takes me so deep in her mouth her lips touch the top of my ball sack.

I let her go at it for a good while and then I ask you if I have the permission to orgasm. You give exactly the answer am so longing to hear.

‘Permission not granted.’

God, that’s hot.

I love how it’s perfectly clear you own my orgasms.

‘You can empty MY balls, but only in my pussy.’

You spread your legs wide in a very commanding way.

I lie on top of you and kiss you where I can get a kiss on you in this position.

While am penetrating you Chloe comes over to give you very sloppy French kisses.

When you stop kissing I ask for permission to cum a second time.

‘Do I have your permission to empty your balls in you?’

‘Permission granted.’

‘It’s going to be a lot’, I say with a breaking voice.

‘Give me all of it’, you say.

Am practically jumping up and down on your tight body when am releasing maniacally eager sperm that has been building up to shoot for the whole evening and part of the night.

The girl sleep in our bed and holds you the whole night as if she is adrift at sea and you are her life jacket.

We have breakfast in the morning and discuss a lot of different topics.

We never see her again.