A Little Surprise

who knew?

This time, I say I’m going to keep my panties on.

And after I remove my red negligée, for awhile I do keep my thong firmly in place.

He’s a fun character, this small interesting person who feels an immediate connection with me. I wonder how many times he’ll come see me. He wants to kiss me on the mouth and I decline.

Firm massage, firm massage. He likes it super deep. I lean into his tight muscles. They feel like rocks. This is the best massage I’ve ever had, he says.

I’m giving him a real workover with coconut oil, my two warm hands sliding up and down his body slowly, sensually, then digging in deep where the groove of muscle meets spine. He’s got thick keloids all over his body and keeps apologizing for it. They’re large and unsightly—bulbous, slightly symmetrical yet incongruous scars that look twisted, red and painful on some areas of his skin. Ugly.

Why do I get so turned on by things I don’t like?

After awhile, I turn him over and I take off my negligée so that he can see my breasts. He sighs in wonder. He loves my body. His dick is hard already and it pokes out from a thatch of straight black pubic hair. A bubbled criss-cross of keloids dashes across his chest. I’m fascinated by his deformity.

I rub up and down his legs, around his belly. Then I slide up and down his body with my soft breasts. He grabs hold of one tit and fingers the nipple.

I squeeze his nipples also, which he loves. He asks me to do it harder. Harder. Harder. He likes it painful. His cock is rock hard and pulsating under my hand as I slowly stroke its shaft with one hand. A few times, I vibrate the head of it.

He nods his head, gives a little moan.

I love rubbing his little hard cock in my slippery hands. I wish I could sit on it and ride it, but that’s not part of the agreement today.

Today is just a get-to-know-you massage.

But he does succeed in convincing me to remove my thong and slide my pussy up and down his leg. Then he turns me on my back and feels me all over my body.

He licks my pussy for a long time, too hard, too concentrated. But just thinking about his ugliness, I come anyway. I love the way he fingers me with two thick digits, pumping smoothly and deeply in and out of me until I’m gushing all over his hand.

Finally after coming, I get him to lie down and he makes me bite his nipple while I squeeze and rub his dick.

At the end, he takes hold of himself and jerks off. He sprays his semen all over my tits. It feels very warm and satisfying dripping down off my nipples.

He is kissing my forehead again and again because I won’t let him kiss my mouth.

Maybe next time, he pleads. Hopefully, hopefully. He squeezes my body all over and I feel it in my skin as a blessed pleasure. I honestly feel all of the love he wants to give me.

He tells me I’m so beautiful. My pussy squeezed so tight while I was coming, he says.

(Later, I’ll touch myself and get off again thinking about how he smiled and touched me and opened my legs. He was not handsome or suave at all. It was simply his open desire that got me.)