With a flick of her haircloth

She was wearing a black pencil skirt. I was wearing a black pencil skirt too, and I couldn't assistant commenting. That's how it started. That kind of innocent comment you give to a friend of a friend. Her pale blue eyes shone in the brightness of the ball club as I complemented her. Unlike me, she was heavily made up and dressed all in pitch-dark. Her low-necked top left a adequate position of her C cup chest. She had these unbelievable lashes that brought out her spicy eyes even more. I had lost my admirer in the nightspot and now I was by myself.

"We have the same annulus ”, I said."One of us will birth to go home and change ”.

"What ?"The music was too tawdry. It was a crippled caper and she didn't even get a line it.

"What's your name ?"she asked."I'm Lucy. And you're…"

"Annabelle."I never asked her what she was doing there, or who she was with at the night club. I had come with a few acquaintance, but as soon as I started talking to Lucy they faded into the backdrop along with the rest of the society. I was transfixed by her. Her hide was whitish Edward D. White but her hair was a glossy black and flowed past her shoulders. She had richly and shrewd cheekbones, red lipstick and fingernails painted jet-black. Her cheeks were adorned with paint. I was bewitched by her cilium and the way they fluttered.

I nervously stuttered,"y-your lash. I can't conduct my eyes off them."

She responded with a very deliberate flicker of her farseeing, arching lashes.

"Anyone can get them ”, she said."It's comfortable than you think."

"Maybe you can show me sometime ”, I said.

"Maybe I can usher you right now ”, she responded.

She firmly took my hand and led me towards the womanhood's bathroom. As we walked together towards the graffiti-stained mirror on the bulwark, I noticed there was no-one else there."Stand still ”, she said. She stood behind me and took out some eyeliner. She took the makeup to my eyes and squeezed my shoulder with her other handwriting. She was so close I could sense her hot breath on the side of my neck. Her breath and the sense of smell of her perfume had an intoxicating effect on me, and I was so anxious that I trembled slightly."That's it ”, she said."detention still. Wow, you look great."I smiled nervously. I felt an unruly drawing card to her. I had never felt this way about a woman and I was confused and conflicted but infinitely curious. Suddenly and without a Scripture, she grazed her tooth along my neck. She bit the slope of my neck softly, enough to send a tremble down my spine. I felt her start to contract against my back as she took a hand and placed it over my left breast, feeling me up. I moaned softly. A small theatrical role of my brain wanted to offer resistance because this was all so new and unexpected, but that function of the nous was quickly forgotten as my pussy started to rapidly get wet. I pulled away slightly and leaned over to snog her, but she grabbed my hand and spun me round instead.

She took my hand and led me into a kiosk. She sat me down on the toilet buns forcefully. Her hands started to unwrap the zip on my dame. The skirt dropped to my ankles, and then she grabbed at my panties, pulling them down to rest on my ankle joint as well. Her right hand spread my knee apart. I used to trim my pussy for my last fellow, but that was a long time ago - I had grown quite a bit of bush. Her hand ran over my twat haircloth. By this clip, the wetness was uncontrollable - my pussy was glistening with juice. Her eyes focused on my pussy, as she looked at it like a cat toying with its quarry. Her index finger's breadth started to slowly rub my quite prominent button. She moved her fingerbreadth in circles around my button, and then hit it more directly. I let out a gasp. Then, she took her index number and middle fingers and ran them down my pussy. Suddenly, she took those two finger's breadth and pumped them inside me. She continued to massage my clit with her thumb. I couldn't believe it. My head was starting to spin. Her blue oculus devoured me as I stared into her boldness, which had broken out in a devilish grin as she witnessed the effect she was having on me. And then it started. It only took a minute of arc. That chill of oblivion, or whatever it is you feel when you orgasm. Suddenly, I felt another genius. I was squirting. I started to spout all over her helping hand. I was embarrassed - this was only the indorsement time this had happened to me. She was standing up, pumping my kitty-cat and looking surprise and gleeful. I came all over her black stockings. More girlfriend cum gushed onto the floor. She let out an galvanising shriek of self-satisfied laughter as she pulled her fingers out of my slit. She took some toilet paper and dried her wet stockings. She was enjoying herself. She took her flop hand and put all five finger into my mouth, stretching my back talk widely open. I felt the tasting of my own snatch juice on my tongue.

"goodness girl. Let's go somewhere more private ”, she whispered. She took me by her right hand, which was still wet and glistening with my puss juice. We walked handwriting in script to the exit of the clubhouse.

"S-so, what do you want to do now ?"I squeaked timidly.

"Your place ”, she said."How far away is it ?"

"Ten minutes in an Uber ”, I mumbled.

"So order one ”, she instructed me. She really was no-nonsense. She knew exactly what she wanted. I knew I had friends in the golf-club who were probably wondering where I was. That didn't affair anymore. I was in Lucy's world that nighttime, and she called the shots.

The cab drive was tame. She made pocket-sized talk with the driver.

I led Lucy up the steps to my apartment. I was so anxious I was stumbling in my dog, which I kicked off as I entered the front doorway. We walked into the kitchen, and Lucy pushed me against the fridge and started kissing me. I went to put my right on hand on her back, but she took my hand and pushed it against the fridge. I had only been with three boys in my life, and they had been so tentative. Lucy wasn't like that. She stayed in control.

"bedchamber ?"she said.

"This way ”, I replied, and led her down the corridor and into the bedroom.

I'm not gay, but I had always wondered what it would be like to try out pussy. Entering the sleeping room, I stuttered and told her I told her I had always thought of myself as heterosexual."Taste my cunt and I bet you'll like it, straight girl ”, she said. She rapidly took all her clothes off and lay down. This was the kickoff time I had seen her look almost vulnerable. This fourth dimension, it was my routine to induce her mislay herself in pleasure, and I could see that as badly as she wanted me, the estimation made her a bit apprehensive. I started by sucking on her mamilla, kneading each breast like putty in my hands. She had quite small, tap tit, but I could severalize by the way she growled that they were very raw. Even the way she vocalised made her seem dominant - she growled and purred almost aggressively, a big departure from my girly, high-pitched groan. Then, I started to kiss her consistency, moving south from her breasts. I stuck my glossa in her navel. My rarity was boundless and I wanted to devour every inch of her organic structure. Finally, my back talk tasted her pubic hair. Her slit hair was shorter than mine - it was trimmed to about half an inch in length. I planned to tease her just a small and make affair slowly, but again she took control. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head towards her clit. She had quite a big clit. I felt the prickles of her reduce hair's-breadth as I ran my tongue down her pubic mound. I was still so nervous. I had never tasted pussy before. How hard could it be ? I thought to myself. I knew my own consistency well, and I was confident I could make her feel in force. She was just such a mysterious, otherworldly creature for me. I knew zip about her - besides her beginning epithet - and I couldn't imagine ever being in force enough for her, and that included being able to live up to her sexually. Still, she was extremely wet and her pussy glistened like a ivory, which was a in effect sign. I started tentatively, moving my knife in slow forget me drug around her clit while occasionally making a long sweeping motility down her kitty mouth with my tongue."Harder ”, she whispered, and I changed my tune. I wrapped my mouth tightly around her pussycat and went all-out on her clit with my glossa. My hot breath was running over her pussy. I spat on the fingers of my redress hand and then rubbed them over her mamilla, kneading her white meat. A solitary bead of sweat ran down her torso from her face to her belly button. I carefully traced it with my finger and then licked off her salty lather. Then I went back to working her button. As I continued to lap away I looked up to her face like a pupil tidal bore for her instructor's attention. Her eyes were closed in joy, and I again noticed her unbelievable, butterfly-like lashes. Her teeth were gritted, and she was letting out a voiced purring sound. As I kept going I felt the muscleman in her thigh tensing up. I knew she was getting close.

"Uuuh."She let out a throaty moan. Suddenly, she closed her stage shut around either side of my question. My tongue was numb and run down but I kept going furiously. My typeface was sweating from the effort, and beading of swither flowed into my mouth and mingled with Lucy's kitty-cat juice. All of a sudden, Lucy gasped wordlessly and her mouth opened extensive as a frisson went through her body. She pushed my head word away from her pussy forcefully and then slumped against the bed, exhausted. I leaned back, prepared to throw her some time to regain, but she took my hand and pulled me towards her, kissing me passionately. My natural language was still numb and she did all the piece of work, making circles with her tongue around my limp tongue. Her pussy juice mingled with our spittle as she caressed the backrest of my neck, while I felt my cheeks still wet with her juices.

I knew it was her turn now, and she didn't disappoint. As I knelt on the bed, she pulled my top over my shoulders and tugged it off. Once again, she undid the slide fastener on my pencil skirt and pulled it off. I kicked off my iron heel and socks. She was an intensely aggressive lover, and she furiously kissed my body all over. I went to kiss her, but she put her manus around my neck and started to softly choke me instead while her osculation moved down towards my kitty. She pushed me onto my back as her mouth moved down to my cunt. She grazed her tooth along my clitoris and kissed it hungrily with her lips. Without warning she put a fingerbreadth in my twat and bent it upwards towards my clit in a"come-hither"motility. Then she put a s finger in, and I was in heaven. She pumped both of them in and out for about five minutes as I continued to moan. Suddenly, she pulled her fingerbreadth out of my cunt, and pettifoggery on her little fingerbreadth. With the fingerbreadth lubed up with saliva she began to trace down the path from my pussy lips to my anus. It was something I loved, but I found a lot of boys were crybaby about - there's nothing that makes an coming more acute than anal stimulation, but so many guy were afraid to go there. Often, I would masturbate without even touching my clit, with the feeling of penetrating my ass with a digit being decent to work me to orgasm. It's as if she knew this. Not having shaved in a while, I had hairs all over my ass that had grown to about an in in duration. She began to tantalize my hairy ass, running her little fingerbreadth around my hole. Then, she started pressing on my bunghole. Her finger's breadth slipped in easily to the first reefer. She pushed it in deeper and soon, her whole slight finger was fucking my hollow. She wiggled her digit inside me as she explored my ass. She continued to have it away my cunt with her tongue. Her strategy was messier than I thought it would be. She was using a lot of spit and using her mouth, tongue and teeth.

She came up from going down on me and her blue eyes shone in the half-light. She wiped the juice off her buttock and then flipped me onto my belly. She asked me if I owned a vibrator. It's so awkward. I giggled girlishly and reached into my drawer. I showed it off to her. It's a fairly big one with a clit tickler - I wanted the best, and it set me back a fair bit of money. She turned the vibrator on and started languorously sucking on it. She spat on the vibrator and pushed me onto my tummy. I was looking forwards to that buzzing touch along my pussy sass. I felt her hand running over my ass cheeks and was surprised - she went correctly past my pussy and started to tease my ass with the vibrator. She spread my legs right apart and rubbed the vibrator against my quivering motherfucker. Slowly, she edged it in. At world-class, it was just the head, but then it went rich. Lucy spread me right apart and began fucking my ass with the vibrator. It was an incredible feeling. The vibrator eased deeper and I felt my ass opening up. I felt totally submissive and the buzzing continued inside me through the wall of tissue to my snatch, stimulating my G-spot. I loved the tone of being fucked in the ass - it made me feel completely passive. I surrendered to the crescendos of pleasure that she gave me as the vibrator went in and out. I came with the vibrator in my ass, and while I let out a cry of pleasure Lucy put her hand around my neck and started to choke me hard. It made the orgasm a lot Thomas More intense. Then she took my vibrator, straight out of my ass, and stuck the still-vibrating member in my oral cavity.

"Suck it clean. unspoiled young lady ”, I heard her growl.

Then, Lucy got behind me and started fingering my cunt with her right hand. She hastily took off her mordant stockings and pulled them around my neck. She pulled the stockings tighter as she bit my ears. Lucy got her black pantie which were lying on the side of the bed. She took her pantie and jammed them in my mouth. I moaned. She pushed her manus over my mouth."Shh ”, she whispered. I breathed in Lucy's musk through my lip and nozzle as I bit down on her step-in. I could barely catch one's breath but the feeling was incredible. Her panty were in my mouth and her stockings were pulled tightly round my cervix. With her left hand, she pressed against my sassing and stuffed the scanty back in whenever she thought they might come out. With her right hired man, she furiously fingered my cunt with two finger. She was grinding against my book binding and her titty were pressing into my back while her pussy rubbed against my ass cheeks. I felt myself edifice to another crescendo of delight."I want you to be still this time ”, she said."That's not a petition, it's a command."I couldn't think of anything more difficult and I wanted nothing more than to call in delight. As she fucked my cunt furiously, I felt the familiar sensation of impending coming."Silent ”, she said. I couldn't assistance but moan, which made her pull the stockings even tighter around my neck as the joy intensified. I felt my knee shake uncontrollably. The stockings were so tight around my neck that I nearly passed out, but instead I experienced the most incredible sexual climax that I had ever felt. As I came I noticed that once again, I was squirting all over the bed, my purulent making squelching noises as her digit continued to pound me. Then, she suddenly pulled her finger's breadth and let go of the stockings. My torso fell limp onto the bed, completely sated.

We were both spent as we lay on the bed next to each other I shuffled towards Lucy."Let me shine asleep in your blazonry, lover ”, I cooed to her. Lucy tensed up.

"I sleep better when I have a bit of space ”, she said, and pulled the blanket away as she moved to the early side of meat of the bed."skillful night."

Slowly, I woke up and rubbed my eyes. The sunup sun was just starting to cast its rays into the room. Lucy got up in the half-light. I saw her putting her wearing apparel on.

"Come stay with me for a while… I can clear you breakfast ”, I said.

'' Oh, I've got an Uber waiting ”, she shot back.

"I'll add you on Facebook ”, I replied.

"I don't have Facebook ”, she said. Bullshit. Everyone has Facebook. With a flick of her whisker, she was gone. I've never seen her again. She's get along up as a recommended friend on Facebook but why add her ? She's perfect as I remember her. My sex spirit has never been the Sami. I still haven't been with another woman, but every fourth dimension I get fucked, every time I feel a lingua on my pussy or a cock pounding me, and every time I orgasm, I can't help but think of her and whisper her name."Luuuucy ”, I moan, and I think of the time she took me to heaven and then left suddenly, leaving me with nothing but orgasmic memories to contemplate over .