I met this really drop-dead handsome man, called Mike, a few days back in a coffee shop a few days back. He was mid-twenties, about a head taller than me with a strong masculine face, just a little stubble. His pecs were divine, his body hard and he was just indescribably hot overall – he was raw sexy male- a bit like David Beckham on a good day.
For some reason we got talking and he seemed very interested in me – he said I was awfully cute and so interesting. I do wasn’t really thinking much about what I was saying -I couldn’t help myself – I felt I was gawking at him and I was wondering how he was hung. I was getting quite wet, imagining him fucking me. We kept on talking and he made some comment about instant attraction and then suddenly I blurted out “god you’re so fucking sexy – I just wish you would fuck me”. He didn’t seem that surprised – I guess a lot of women say that to him.
He said “Well, I’d like to fuck you too – how about you come to my flat – it’s just around the corner”. I couldn’t refuse and I followed him there – it was very tidy and fashionable Surry Hills two bedroom unit but I wasn’t really looking around. As soon as he closed the door, my hand was on his crotch and I had his pants off in a tick.
His underpants made it clear that he was not only good with clothes on, his equipment was also great and it took no time before I had his 9” cock in my mouth. After a bit, he pulled out of mouth, took me and pulled off my top, bra, then my jeans and panties before pushing me onto the sofa, spreading my legs apart and pushing his cock deep into me. He fucked me hard, using me completely before shooting his load right into my pussy.
Then he picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, placed me on the bed and said that he wanted to fuck me a lot more times. All I could say was “please”. Then I licked my pussy juices and cum off his cock and soon we started again. It was amazing how quickly he could get hard again and he did me four times - cumming in both my mouth and pussy – over a period of about two hours before he tired.
When we were in the bed afterwards, he said to me that I was the hottest little slut he had ever met. I told him I was a hooker and he said he wasn’t surprised. He said he knew I was hot because his best friend had had me some years back and had pointed me out to him saying what a great fuck I was and that I was a complete slut and proud of it – he said that’s why he had picked me up at first since he was horny but after he started talking to me, he found me more interesting – he wanted to see a lot of me.
Suddenly I realised that he was not treating me as a casual fuck. I had never thought that a man like him would give me a second glance – he is I really believe the sexiest looking man I have ever fucked -but he really wanted me. I was incredibly flattered but also very uncomfortable – for me he was just a casual fuck. He was very skilful and a real hunk – but I didn’t enjoy fucking him nearly as much as I enjoy my fuck sessions with John. (It was all animal lust with this guy but with John I am really attracted and as well as animal lust I am also fully emotionally and mentally engaged.) I told him I was married and while I enjoyed fucking a hunk like him, I was in love with my husband.
I don’t believe he thought I could turn him down – he was just too used to all women giving him anything what he wants. He asked why? Didn’t we fuck beautifully? Wasn’t he good for me? Was my husband as good a fuck?
The scene was turning slightly ugly and I said I had to go. He kept asking me when I would see him again and I said sometime and said I was really in a rush and started getting dressed. He had torn my panties in taking them off and he asked me to let him keep then – they were no use to me and so I let him have them. He also demanded my mobile number and reluctantly I gave it to him. He wanted to know where I lived but I refused to tell him and finished up giving him a wrong address just to get out of there.
I can’t see why a guy that sexy should worry about me – it may be ego-boosting but actually at the end of it I was freaking out. I was glad to get out. I mentioned it to Annette and she was very sweet and told me I didn’t realise just how attractive I am – but I think that’s not it – I think I irritated his vanity by rejecting him.
I also told John – I do not hide things from him. I tried to be tactful and not emphasise how much of a hunk Mike is – John was completely on top of the idea that there are more sexy men than him (I wish John were a little less modest) -but I think he was rather pleased that I had so clearly shown how much I value him.
I need to keep reminding John that I value him – especially since I screw around so much. I told him that next time he sees a drop-dead gorgeous girl he should fuck her – as long as he doesn’t take her in place of Annette and me – but he said (with too much conviction) that such a girl would never let him fuck her. I don’t believe that – he is much more desirable than he thinks – in fact I am always scared that other women will try to grab him from me. He always tells me I undervalue myself but I think (and have told him) that he vastly undervalues himself!
Thursday 4 December 2008 - 10:03PM (EST)
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