would assume I'd peed myself. I gathered my belongings and had already starting to think about how good I was going to feel rubbing myself while thinking of this gorgeous man when I felt someone behind me. I turned and there he was. "Nice body ..." he started and I mentally groaned at the thought of what could follow (mind if I hold it against you) but no instead he leaned closer and in my ear whispered "can I lick it all over"? Startled, I looked into his eyes wondering if this was a serious offer. I decided to take action and be equally bold. Handing him a business card (thank God I work from home) I said "My place. 20 minutes." I turned and walked to my car, not daring to look back.

By the time I got home I had convinced myself that this had not happened. That this incredibly fuckable man was not going to come over and slide his huge cock into my ... I got a text message "Be ready. I'm cumming ova to play." What the hell? I didn't know that number. My business card, fuck, my number was on that. Holy shit, he's coming over. Ten minutes later I'd managed to shower, shave everything that was slightly prickly, include my pussy, and rub coco butter everywhere. I thought about putting clean sheets on the bed but chances were I would have to change them again anyway so why bother? Before I had time to reconsider, there was a knock on the door. I opened it desperately trying to work out what to say when ... there he was, showered, shaved and with sex in his eyes. I reached for his hand and guided him into my cosy flat. "Drink?" I enquired.

"Just some water thanks."

As a wandered off to the fridge it dawned on me that I was wearing only a towel. In my haste to get ready I'd forgotten about getting dressed. I grabbed a bottle of water from my somewhat sparsely filled fridge and walked back to the lounge wondering whether my semi-naked state was wholly appropriate. I needn't have bothered. When I returned I found my guest with bare feet and shirt unbuttoned. "Water?" I said. He stepped towards me and without stepping back ran the cold bottle up the length of his torso. He took the lid off the bottle and drank. With the other hand he reached out to undo my towel. I let it drop and just stood there not knowing what I should do. Tracing one of breasts he took another swig of water. Without swallowing he cupped my breast and brought his mouthful of ice cold water down on it. He swirled the icy water around my nipple and the sudden sensation sent such a jolt through my body I almost collapsed on the spot. He lowered me to a sitting position on the couch, grabbed a floor cushion and knelt in front of me opening my legs wide apart so they lay flat against his stomach. Again he grabbed the water bottle and took a swig, cupping my other breast he performed the same roll-the-icy-cold-water-around-an-incredibly-sensitive-nipple routine as before. It had the same effect except this time with my pussy spread wide and pressed against his body he could feel the warmth seeping out of me. He moved to put down the bottle when I suddenly found my voice, "My turn." I stated matter-of-factly. He handed over the bottle and I performed the same ritual on seemingly appreciative nipples. Each time I touched my tongue to his nipple I felt a slight movement in his pants. Something was definitely growing. I moved a hand down to help it along but he pushed my hand aside. Slightly taken aback I stopped my nipple sucking and pressed away from his chest.

I looked at him quizzically and again was a bit miffed when a grin spread wide across his face. "Don't worry," he said "we are going to fuck. And you are going to get your chance to play..."

"But?" I responded, a little more harshly than I had anticipated.

"But," he replied "I'm going first." And with that he lifted me from the couch to the array of cushions I had strewn over the floor. I felt very naked all of a sudden and, as if reading my mind, my "guest" removed his shirt and his cargo pants revealing a snug fitting pair of boxers, becoming even snugger by the second with his cock aching to stand to attention. Instinctively I sat up and reached for it, to free it from its constraints but he shook his head, saying "Not yet." He kneeled in front of me and, placing a hand behind my neck, drew my face to his. Inches before reaching my lips with his he stopped and grinned, saying "My name's Marcus, by the way." Holy shit. I can't believe I didn't ask him his name. I was about to sleep with a stranger whose name I didn't know. Not wanting to give in to that smirk-like-grin I replied "Does it really matter?" This caught him of guard for a second. He pulled away from me and just stared, as though he was trying to decide how he felt about that comment. Seeing my own little smirk though, seemed to relax him. "My name's Jedda, Marcus." I said and with that I pulled his lips towards mine. He let me. We kissed and kissed, wildly, desperately and deeply. When we both stopped for air Marcus held my head against his shoulder, whispering "I am going to lick you Jedda and you will cum. I am going to make you beg for my cock then you will cum again. I will ride you then Jedda, any way I like until you cum all over my cock. You will lick the juices off my cock while I fuck you with my tongue. When you've cum again I will squeeze my fat cock into your tight, hot arse and you will cum at least once more." Moving my head so we were looking in each other's eyes Marcus finished with "Still want to play?"

Again, not wanting to appear at all shocked or intimidated (I'm sure that was his intention) and still looking him in the eye, I raised an eyebrow saying "You think you'll last the distance?" Marcus pushed me back on the pillows and pulled my wide open legs towards him, propping my arse up with another pillow so my shaved pussy was on complete display. He murmured his appraisal of my silky, smooth mound. The last words I heard him say as he brought his lips to my folds were "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

"Hopefully, exactly what I want." I thought to myself. "A guy who enjoys fucking. And I don't mean fucking like just getting off, I mean fucking every conceivable way for as long as conceivably possible. But what if he's all talk and no ..." I couldn't finish that thought because an unconscious moan had escaped my lips as Marcus slid his tongue across my slit and, circling my clit, started applying more pressure. I was already wet which most guys usually take as the signal to dive right in but Marcus lapped up every last drop then slowly slid his tongue across my slit, beginning the whole routine again. This guy had a real thing for repetition which I usually hated but understand how deliciously frustrating it is and, used sparingly can make for an even greater orgasm. Marcus kept this up for what seemed like an eternity until I started cumming, then his rhythm sped up a little and he applied a little more pressure. Finally, without anything penetrating me, I came and juice squirted from my pussy. Again, Marcus lapped it up and continued his ritual licking. I was about to protest when, sensing my change of position, Marcus stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes to meet mine and said "I told you would be begging for my cock before I plunge it in."

"Please, may I have it?" I inquired, but Marcus just shook his head, lay me back down and resumed his licking. This time, however, he placed one hand on my mound, his thumb on my clit, and rubbed while licking. It took every ounce of my willpower not to grab his head and push it hard it down so that his tongue would enter me. Eventually I couldn't take it any more. I ran my hands through his hair, gently urging him downwards. But he was not having a bar of it. "What are you doing?" I heard him mumble.

"I need ..." I tried to gasp in between moans.

"What, what do you need Jedda?" He demanded.

"I need you inside me." I begged.