"Sarah!" I shouted immediately. "Why did you put your fingers in my a*shole?!"
She leaned in, smirking. "Perhaps some lube might help?"
No. No, no, no. I'd let you do everything else — I watched you with other men, I even watched you sleep with 10 guys all at once— and all I ever asked was that you not touch me a*shole.
"Okay, okay, baby, I'm sorry," Sarah mumbled, sounding half-apologetic, half-amused.
I'd met Sarah at a church function last year. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd find someone who matched my sex drive or my fantasies — and yet there she was, at church. She had one of the most innocent faces I'd ever seen, but her body and curves screamed otherwise.
The day we met we bonded instantly. I'd noticed an anime wallpaper on her phone and we started talking about it. We exchanged numbers and I invited her to dinner. At first I didn't open up — the last time I'd told someone about my preferences, she dumped me the same day and said I needed therapy. I kept a low profile after that.
I've always found sex addictive. Hey — a man has needs, right? And no, masturbating ten times a day isn't that bad… or so I told myself.
The first week talking to Sarah was simple and normal. She was charming. I had a casual thing at the time — Jessica — who popped up now and then and wanted nothing but to drain the life out of me. I probably don't even have a soul left, the way she took my soul away by su*king my di*k.
After two weeks talking to Sarah, everything changed. It was like she shifted. She started telling me about her fantasies and preferences, and I loved every word. I have a vivid imagination, so I put myself into every scenario she described. Hearing Sarah talk turned me on, but I kept quiet — I was still recovering from the PTSD of being open with the wrong person.
Often she'd tease me: "Are you afraid of me?" "Are you a virgin?" "Don't you think I'm attractive enough?" She wanted to push boundaries because I hadn't shared my desires. Little did she know how badly I wanted push my 9 inch in…..And how much I wanted to possess her and lose myself in her.
A month passed. One day she suddenly showed up at my house uninvited. She had my address; I'd never actually invited her over. But when she asks, I never hesitate — it's Sarah. She came dressed like an angel with the devil's intentions. I was watching anime — High School DxD — and after two episodes I felt her hand on my leg. I could tell what she wanted.
She moved closer, and the energy between us shifted in an instant. I knew then there was no more confirmation needed; the only thing left was giving in.
We didn't go slow. Things escalated quickly — intense, hungry, and dangerous in the best possible way.
I started sucking on her nip*les as I slowly slip the front of her underwear away from the clit, and started rubbing it with my fingers. Instantly she turned in a monster, and started sucking my b*lls and di*k.
"Gulp gulp gulp" in and out of her mouth my big 10 inch di*ck goes.
Mind you I have a 9 inch di*ck and I've never seen a girl swallow my entire di*ck untill Sarah.
At one point I paused because I didn't want to finish too fast, and she laughed against me, urging me on.
I started to eat her with my helicopter tongue technique.
"Don't stop, Andre," she breathed.
Oh — right. My name is Andre. Sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner; I get distracted when things get spicy.
She surprised me with a technique I hadn't experienced before, and I knew I had to have her. I thought, some day I might have to make her mine. I couldn't let anyone else have her.
I moaned—yes, men moan—and the anime on the screen happened to cue a scene that made the moment even more charged.
I've always had good reviews about my
'tornado tongue technique'
And so far it seems Sarah is enjoying it.
I lifted her, laid her back, and Started rubbing the head of my di*ck on her clit ready to slowly stroke her and as I'm about to put the head of my di*ck in.
My door bursts open..
"Oh my God, Andre! What the hell?!"
"Jessica?!" I froze.