DTF

He answered the door with just a pair of shorts on. 'Mhm, yes please' I thought to myself as a followed him into the house. He was even cuter in person than his photo and I felt my heart start to race in anticipation. We sat on the sofa, making a little bit of small talk, but his mouth was just mesmerising me. I had to kiss it. I leaned in and gently brushed his lips with mine, tentatively at first, and then as I heard him moan I increased the pressure on his mouth. It was an amazing first kiss. And let's face it, first kisses, first touches, first skin on skin are some of the things I'm in it for. The chance to have the first exquisite moment when strangers become lovers.

Anyway, I digress! Back to the kissing. He mumbled something which I didn't quite hear and when I asked him to repeat it he told me that he knew my lips would be perfect for kissing from my photo. As our kisses deepened and we starting biting and grazing each other's lips a little I felt that telltale tug deep down inside of me, telling me that I was starting to get very, very turned on. My lips were feeling swollen and so full and we played with each other's mouths in turn.

I straddled his lap and immediately felt a huge bulge between my legs. I wriggled around, a little embarrassed at the wetness that seemed to be seeping through my panties and jeans onto his lap. This was getting better and better by the moment. I didn't know a lot about him, which added to the intense and dangerous excitement of our liaison. I asked him what he would write about himself on a hook-up profile and he grinned at me and said 'DTF'. 'Down to fuck .... is that what you mean?' I asked. 'Ha yeah' he replied, 'might be a generational thing'. I might have been a lot older than him but I definitely could feel he was down to fuck. And so was I. I was so sick of time wasters. I want sex. He wanted sex. He lived alone, I could travel to him. The very definition of down to fuck!

We kept grinning at each other as we kissed and kissed. His big hands stretched around me and caressed my back and arse. He was everything I look for in a guy and I could tell he was responding to my soft, warm skin and voluptuous curves.

I got to the point where I could barely contain myself anymore and I told him he should go into his bedroom, take off all his clothes and lay face down on the bed naked with his legs slightly spread for me. Well, you've never seen a guy leap up out of his seat so fast! I grabbed my bag and padded down the hallway to find him following my instructions to the letter.

'Yum' was the first thought that ran through my head as I saw him laying there. Actually I might have even said it out loud. I licked my lips in anticipation as I eased myself down onto the bed between his legs. The trust this guy was showing me was incredible. To lay there in such a vulnerable position, anticipating my next move but not at all concerned about what I was going to do. He was fucking loving it and he was like putty in my hands. And truth be told, I was starting to feel like I'd do anything he wanted as well.

I started running my nails gently over his whole body, from his ankles up to his neck and arms. I kissed his arse cheeks and giggled to myself as I saw him squeeze and tense up his buttocks. I couldn't keep from tasting him and started licking and lapping my way around his body. I could see his gorgeous cock and balls between his legs but I pretended not to, ignoring them, teasing him and relishing in the power I had over his relaxing body.

He was making the sexiest noises, letting me know he was loving my ministrations. Eventually he rolled over and we grinned at each other as we made eye contact. Yes we were down to fuck, but fuck we were enjoying getting down to it! I had a lot more exploring I wanted to do. And yeah, I could see that glorious cock and heavy balls just waiting for me. But I kept my eye on the prize ..... his pleasure! I licked and teased my way around his front, working my way up to his nipples. I took each of them between my teeth, tweaking them and teasing them with my tongue. The hair on his chest was now a mess of damp curls from my tongue. He reached down to touch my hair and I shoved his arms back up over his head. I grinned at him and worked my way lower and lower down his body. I positioned myself right between his thighs and scooped my arms underneath his legs and placed my hands on his sides. I leaned in and smelt his fragrant skin. Fuck! He just smelt so manly and clean and delicious. I tentatively let my tongue gently move across his balls. He reaction was priceless. I knew he would let me do anything I wanted down there!

I teasingly traced my tongue lower and lower, towards his puckered arse and waited for any tell-tale signs of encouragement or discomfort. When he arched his back, widened his legs and placed his feet on my shoulders I knew he was perfectly content with what I was doing. I had to remind myself though that this was our first playdate and that I should probably mind my manners. He did mention a little later that he would love to be rimmed so I've filed that away in my cheeky little memory for future reference. God it was tempting though. Again, I digress ..... his cock and balls filling my view and my senses was very, very distracting. I know he wanted me to turn my attention towards his magnificent cock, but that's exactly what I was avoiding. I wanted to make him wait for it. I lavished his balls with lots of attention, savouring the feel of them in my mouth, tugging at the loose skin and enjoying the feel of them on my chin.

His cock twitched and he was obviously very, very aroused. I looked up at his face frequently and sometimes his eyes were shut, his face just looking like he was being transported to heaven. At other times I caught him watching me and we would exchange a little smile and maintain eye contact while I wriggled around between his legs. I didn't care by now whether he wanted me to take his cock in my mouth or not because I wanted it. Badly. My mouth was watering at the thought of it. I couldn't believe how shiny and glistening the tip of his cock was. It was just oozing pre-cum and well, that is just one of my favourite treats ever. I took my first taste. I had to wriggle up him a little more to get into a better position. I gently wrapped my fingers around his girth. I tasted him again, swirling my tongue around his tip. Fuck. I smiled up at him and asked him if he could feel how much pre-cum he was producing. He asked if I liked the taste of it and I grinned and showed him how much I did. I took the whole head of his cock into my mouth and let my lips create a vacuum around him. I remember asking him just about then if he was ready to get the world's worst, laziest blow job! He told me it felt amazing. I say that about my blow jobs because what you see on porn bores me to death. A beautiful cock like that should be worshipped, teased, lavished with love and attention. And that's just what I proceeded to do.

As I lay between his legs I could hold his cock and enjoy the visual feast. Watching how the veins pulsed up and down it, seeing the tension at the base of his shaft, watching pre-cum pooling on the tip. Occasionally I would feel the urge to kiss his inner thighs, around his hips, his lower stomach. Just loving the feeling of lavishing his erogenous zones with my tongue, lips and mouth. I knew he was getting off on this but boy, was I ever getting wet between my legs as well! I wriggled up a little and let his cock sit in my decolletage. It looked so pretty between the white creamy flesh pushing out over my bra. He reached down and started tugging my top off. I helped him and then threw it over the side of the bed onto the floor. He reached down and squeezed my bra encased breasts together around his cock and we both agreed it looked hot! I wriggled up to kiss him and fuck, our kissing was intense. Kissing while smiling is the best! I wanted to take my jeans off so I sat in between his legs with his cock and balls on my back. While I was unbuttoning them he snapped my bra off and the girls were free! I unzipped my jeans and wriggled out of them, just leaving my white panties on.

I licked my way up his body again, circling his nipples with my tongue and then grazing them again with my teeth. I whispered to him that I wanted to sit on his cock. He grinned and reached down and tugged my panties off. We laughed as we went through that awkward part where getting out of panties becomes a minefield of embarrassing moves, but soon they too were joining the pile of my clothes on the floor. Now we were both naked and I knelt beside him and tackled his cock from a different angle. I felt him sneaking his hand around my fat arse and probing my wet pussy. I sucked in my breath as his fingers started filling me, but I was so ready for him, so wet and so slippery. I eased one leg over his hips and then bent down to take his lip between my teeth. I could feel his thick cock slapping against my pussy but I pretended not to notice it. Our kiss deepened and became a breathless mess of fucking tongues. I could feel him twitching underneath me, wriggling around to hit that sweet spot. I resisted for a few moments, savouring that incredible sensation of his cock nudging at my cunt, but not yet entering it. I was aching to be filled, stretched, penetrated, impaled.

He'd asked about condoms on the phone. I laughed and told him not to worry, I had my own. 'I'm a modern woman'! I assured him. He reached over and grabbed one, ripping open the foil packet and easing it down over the swollen tip of his cock. I was so ready for him. As soon as his cock nudged open my labia I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I was so tempted just to plunge down onto him but I restrained myself and inch by inch he eased inside of me. So fucking deep inside of me. I had to adjust myself a little to accommodate both his girth and length. I might be a bigger woman but my pussy isn't! I remember thinking 'oh fuck, I'm going to regret this tomorrow' .... knowing I would be branded with the pleasurable pain of this feeling inside of me for days.

I loved how expressive he was, not just his face but his vocalisations. His grunts were telling me that my pussy was clamping around his cock, milking it as I slid up and down it. I leant forward and my tits slapped into his face. He greedily caught one of them with his mouth and suckled on my nipples. The exquisite tug connecting my nipples to my cunt made me grind even harder and deeper. I reached for the bedhead above him to support myself as I gyrated around on his cock, loving all the different sensations and angles. We grinned at each other, just loving being in the moment and fucking with abandon. I remember us talking and laughing but I haven't a clue what about now. Just silly things that lovers share when caught up in lusty fun.

He wound his hands around the back of my neck and tugged me in hard, trapping me against his body. He forced me to stop moving on him as he took over, bucking his hips furiously, ramming his cock into me like a piston. I started feeling myself lose control and I remember panicking, struggling to get back the rhythm and pace I was comfortable with. I was starting to feel out of my depth, trying to avoid eye contact with him as I felt him getting too close. Too intense. I pushed my hand down onto his chest and levered my body back up straight. Sitting up high on him I grabbed his hands and together we squeezed my tits so hard. Fuck, he was so deep inside me. I giggled to myself as I thought it felt like he was going to split me in two. It was getting hot. In every way.

He told me he wanted to fuck me from behind. I thought that was rather convenient as I wanted to be taken from behind. Violated. I hopped off of him and got on my knees, submissively waving my fat white arse at him. I asked him if he wanted my thighs together or apart. 'Apart', he grunted. That wasn't a problem. I wanted to open myself up for him. I remember feeling his big strong hands gripping my hips and positioning me, then feeling his cock plundering my cunt from behind, the sound of slapping balls and my primal grunts filling the air. At one stage he was fucking me so hard and holding me so tight around the neck and throat area I thought I might just pass out from pleasure. Something in our rhythm changed and he told me to push my thighs together. He got up off his knees and absolutely tore up my pussy in that position. Deeper and deeper and god his groans and grunts and words were just driving me crazy.

I don't remember how long we stayed in that position, I was transcending into a state of bliss. I remember though wriggling out from under him and rolling over onto my back. He positioned himself between my legs and I instinctively drew my knees up to accommodate him. It was like he was entering me for the first time. Just another new, incredible sensation. His strokes in this position were long and deliberate and his pelvic bone was nudging my swollen clit each time. I reached down and grabbed a handful of arse and drew him even tighter into me. I hungrily sought his mouth and lips and at some stage I think I forgot we were kissing and we just moved together with our lips open, touching, panting into each others mouths. I rolled my hips up even further and that just deepened the pleasure. I was beginning to feel that intensity again though and could feel myself starting to let go. I bit my lip and hung on tightly to him, wanting it to never stop but at the same time wanting it to end because I was starting to feel so vulnerable and exposed.

I'm not shy about my sexuality in most sex-positive company, but this guy was driving me to the point where my language was so explicit and vulgar ... it was nasty. I was loud, I was encouraging him, I was just letting everything in my mind come out on my lips. I think this had an effect on him, and I know for damned sure that his dirty talk and appreciation was having a huge affect on me. I'd laughingly asked him earlier if I'd know when he came. He assured me he would tell me. I didn't need to have wasted my breath asking him that question. Our bodies were both slick with sweat and we were just fucking like animals. Our bodies were so intertwined it was hard to see where one started and the other ended. But then I sensed a change. A tightening. A tension. And I wanted that hot cum deep and high inside of me more than anything. He told me he was going to cum. 'No shit Sherlock' I cheekily murmured. He bent my legs even further back and grabbed me so tight. He fucked me with such frenzied lust that I almost lost control myself. Suddenly his back arched and his whole body went rigid. He shouted and grunted and fuck, there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to give me a huge load of hot cum. He stabbed my cunt with his throbbing cock several times, unloading inside of me. It seemed to last forever but of course it didn't. I felt like my pussy was greedily opening up even further to him, milking every last drop out of him. I felt my own spasming muscles and then as the tension subsided I felt that odd juxtaposition of his hard, unrelenting cock sliding out of my soft, yielding pussy. 'Thank you' I murmured. We grinned at each other and exchanged a lingering kiss. He leapt off the bed to get a drink and I did the same, gathering all my clothes and quickly getting dressed. I was in a down to fuck mood and now I'd fucked it was time to move on. We kissed goodbye and I drove off, loving that aching, violated feeling between my legs as I drove back home to my husband. Down to fuck indeed!