sex: encounter #16 – Tony II

I was in the mood for a little bit of ‘rough’ yesterday. Still reeling from the enforced celibacy of my sister’s grief (she’s on the mend by the way having kicked her spineless husband out of the matrimonial home. She could probably use a good fuck though) and all my sexual senses heightened from a fabulous sashimi lunch I selected Tony as my partner in crime for the evening.

Meet Tony: Tony the builder. An intense, half Turkish, half bear of a man. Brown eyes, strong jaw, hairy everywhere and with a thick 8″ cock.

After work I hustled home and like a superwoman-in-a-phonebox I was back on the street and on my way to Southwark by 19:00. I thought I’d give my favourite red Karen Millen dress a run out, it accentuates my curves and I was feeling sexy/sexed as I slinked into Tas to meet him.

What is it about eating with your hands that turns me on? What is it about watching a man eat with his hands that turns me on? We ordered a large and seemingly endless section of Mezze, he fed me, I fed him (probably too intimately for a first ‘date’), we drank and he told me stories of his family from Antalya (I actually listened to most of them).

Out in the street I dragged him into a shop alcove and he pushed me against the wall (nice) and kissed me deeply and slowly. I managed to unbuckle his belt and slipped my hand down his jeans, he was so hard it was all I could do to stop myself gorging myself there and then. In the taxi there was a little more cock-in-hand action as I gently masturbated him, brushing my nails against his fat mushroomy head.

Back at mine we didn’t make it out of the kitchen. He lifted me up and fucked me on my kitchen surface, slowly, he didn’t change tempo once – not even as I demanded more. He lifted me up and we sank to the floor and he continued the same relentless rhythm. He turned me over and gave me more. As I was beginning to feel the flush of impending orgasm he slipped a finger into my arse and that was simply too much, I came and we collapsed on the floor.

He asked me if I’d like him to come on my face. I nodded, and on his knees, he pumped away at his juicy cock while I massaged his balls. He orgasmed, far more than I was expecting and unusually white, the feeling of it on my face was too much, I felt quite dizzy. He wiped it away with his thumb, I grabbed his hand and sucked it clean while giving him my best porn-star pout. I took his cock in my mouth to savour the last drops.

Sensing I was done he dressed quetly and left.

I poured a glass of wine and settled down with the last disk of season four of Weeds.