The Devil wants to know…
I met a Dark Angel last night. I left work early and drove to him for his lunch break. Nothing was keeping me away from him. We had to have each other and since I got off work early and he had an hour for lunch, that’s what the plan was.
Not much small talk, he gave me directions on where to go. We had talked about a park, but there was a nice open parking lot so I backed my car into a spot. I opened the back door so there was lots of fresh air (I have no idea why I had not thought of that before). Then I climbed in to the car, as I was climbing into the reclined back seat, we made eye contact and just before he reached for me- I saw him- straight on, face to face and I would have smiled..
He reached for me, grabbed the back of my hair. In the perfect right spot. Fingers laced through my curls at the scalp, closed fist, and pull. The most perfect hair pull on the first try.
He pulled me down, over his lap and I landed on my back. His other hand forcefully went to my pussy, my thin lace panties pushed aside. He pressed his hand; palm and fingers hard against me, without entering inside my labia. He moved his mouth down on me. His lips barely touching mine. Breathing into my mouth, I could taste his lips. “How bad?” he hissed into my mouth.
I wasn’t sure what the question was. I didn’t answer. I just whimpered. He pressed harder, his palm pressing against my clit through my flesh, he pulled my hair a little tighter. “Tell me,” the Angel said again, “how bad?” I couldn’t think, even if I knew what the question was- I would have told him anything for what I knew was about to come for me, “Very bad…” I whispered- the pleading in my voice. Was I a very bad girl, or did I want him very bad. Either way- the answer was the same. Very Bad.
He planted his lips on mine and pushed two fingers, maybe it was three, deep into my cunt. I took him in- I was soaked already. His fingers delved into my body like a knife through whipped cream and I moaned aloud. He spoke again to me, “What did you think about my look?” Again I am not sure what he was asking me. I had seen his pictures- but he had a conversation earlier in the day about personal appearance and our own personal style (or for me a lack thereof) and also that it’s always possible that the pictures we see may not always be the people we meet, so perhaps he was asking about that. Later I thought that if he was asking what I thought about his appearance my answer would only have been that he is beautiful. He continued to feel and finger my pussy. Slowly, reaching inside with his fingers. He wasn’t fucking me or banging me with his fingers, he was penetrating me. Feeling me with them and watching me writhe beneath him while he sunk his teeth into my neck.
I have said that his touch was not gentle. It was forceful but did not hurt, it did not ache. It stung. It was high pitched and mixed shades of orange and pink and yellow and red. His hands on my skin were like fire. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed me down now on his cock. Forcing me to lick his balls and suck and adore them before I could have his cock. I took each one into my mouth, sucking and licking- toying with him until he moved his hands away from his cock, giving me access.
Licking my way up his shaft, I opened my lips and slid his cock between then. My God, he had a deliciously fat cock. I worked it with my mouth, my tongue, my throat. I pushed him so far into my throat I was coughing and sputtering and choking and never once did I stop. It’s weird how much the gagging turns me on. I devoured his cock while he held my hair- pushing me, encouraging me, calling me a whore.
I was so turned on. My whole body tingled. I felt so satisfied- my body releasing endorphins and stress and so much energy into the universe I just felt so alive. Do you know what I mean? He let me enjoy his cock, very much enjoying the throat fuck until he grabbed me again and threw me down over the reclined seat. Face down. He pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties. Fingers entering me again, hard and deep. Soo deep. He moved his pants down over his hips and pulled me by my hair and arm so I could receive him. He plunged his cock into me, pulling my hair back as he thrust. I cried out immediately. That moment was sent colored shocks through my body. I called to him, my voice begging and getting softer, Angel… Angel. Yes, Angel.
He turned my head so he could see my face, and pushed me from the side of my neck, down into the seat. My face pinned down- his strong hands stinging into my skin the way his grip does. He fucked me, deep, hard and dirty. So hard I could FEEL him bottoming out against my cervix- even though that rarely happens in this position. He sunk deeper, his cock… moving. Was it moving inside me? His cock danced and writhed inside my pussy. I begged him for more. Reaching behind him, grabbing his arm, his hips, whatever I could get to. Please… harder, and even though it seemed impossible that he COULD fuck me harder- his movements were harder still. He grabbed the small of my back, angling it downwards and my ass up higher at him. He sunk so deep into me, it was unreal. This position is usually a hard fast thrust, but he was also slow, sweeping, delving, penetrating me until I was practically in tears because my body could not take it any longer. He felt me, gripping him. My body shaking and my moans and cries now becoming pleas of frenzied desire. I begged him for the orgasm, my body pushing back against his cock, hard while he pressed his cock into me- deep and hard. Stroking the inside of my body with that big cock and his warm sexy voice fucking my mind as my whole body shook against his.
He reached below me and pressed his fingers against my clit. Rubbing my clit hard. A little harder than I usually like it but with perfect precision and knowing exactly what I wanted. He continued to thrust and push into me, while he rubbed my clit hard. Forcing another hard orgasm out of me, his cock still buried inside, sweat dripping from our bodies. My head was spinning, I was a little dizzy now. I collapsed onto the seats, both of us drenched, heavy drops of sweat hit my shoulder and neck but I did not care.
Get your camera, he instructed me.
Once again, I was on his cock with my mouth. He snapped pictures while I went at his cock, even more voracious than before. I sucked him hard and greedily. I needed to taste him, the same way I needed to meet him, the same way I needed to fuck him. From the moment I saw his pictures, I was so immediately drawn to him and the fact became that I wanted to, I needed to, I was GOING to fuck him because I simply HAD to.
“Are you ready for my cum?” He asked me, his voice shaking through the heavy grunts. “Oh fuck, take my cum… show me how you want it you fucking little bitch.”
He was still snapping pictures, and even though I pride myself on swallowing without leaving a mess what I really wanted was for him to cover my lips and chin with his cum. I opened my lips a little as he shot his load into the back of my mouth allowing his cum to hit the back of my throat and then drip back down my tongue, back down his shaft, so it slid over my hungry lips again before taking it back into my mouth, while he watched and groaned in complete pleasure. I licked and swallowed every drop of his cum and continued to suck him until his body trembled and jerked from it.
I lay back on the seat next to him. Finally I was settled. My fix had been fed. I was wrecked, fucked and spent. He said it was fantastic. Amazing.
We will need to do it again, with more time, and more space
so we can really get started.
Wow. Holy hotness. I totally should have waited to read this. Now I have to go to work and I’m going to be thinking bad thoughts of my own all night. Well, more so than I already do. Lol.
Bloody hell you have some awesome encounters! I’m so envious. So when is the next time?
Holy Fuck!! I need to get my man in here. I feel a serious urge to suck his cock, like right now!!
Nice BBG! Good details, and I especially liked the picture at the end. You are always soooooo hot and sexy.