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She was a stylish slicked-back Butch. A professional: creative, accomplished, intelligent.
She had impeccable manners. She was chivalrous. She made me swoon.
We talked for two whole evenings and nights. Foreplay began the next night when she opened the door of her sports car for me. We had dinner with big grins and I touched her fingers and she responded, squeezing me with hers. She had strong hands.
At the dingy pub the jazz singer gave us a knowing glance. My beautiful butch stroked my thigh teasingly. I parted the legs of my military-style mini-dress wantingly.
I could hear her breath and my breath responding. I tugged surreptitiously at her trousers to dig into her clit. She said, “People are eating next to us,” and we laughed.
We kissed passionately in her lift. Her smell was addictive. She undid the buttons straight down the front of my dress. “Now I know why you girls like these dresses,” she said.
I started chewing her big strong arms and nibbling on her neck. She said, “I know what you want.” I said, “Really?”
After going into her apartment she opened a draw to reveal her collection of cocks. She said, “I think you’ll like this one”. I said, “Ok.” (How did she know?). She let me choose the lube while she went off to strap on her cock.
She came back in her navy singlet, packed with her strap-on under her Y-fronts. She was breathtaking. I was so wet. I stroked her cock and massaged it back into her clit and she reeled. She threw me on the bed and flipped me on all fours.
She was intuitive in her every move. She lightly nudged her cock against my cunt and felt my resistance; she probed and stroked and when she felt me give, she plunged deeply inside me. I arched in response. Her strokes were smooth and firm and she’d tease me by nearly withdrawing.
She moved me to thrust against her by grabbing my thighs. She put one foot up on the bed and thrust into me at an angle and I moaned in response. I started to masturbate myself.
As I escalated into my building orgasm, I moaned in my breathing. I thrust back into her cock faster and she would thrust me against her and plunge herself in faster and harder. I turned to see her face and she was intense and gorgeous and handsome all at once, biting her bottom lip.
I wanted more and more of her thrusting, and I came loudly and intensely, shuddering and arching back into her, and my orgasm would slip over into another peak and I thrust back into her over and over again, one orgasm tipping over into the next – HER smell, HER strength, HER cock, HER straps, HER dominance.
I was struck. I collapsed forward onto the bed with a stunned ear-to-ear smile, exhausted, panting. She flipped me over and asked me if I was ok and I could hardly speak but caught my breath and said adoringly, “I’m completely fucked.”
– Patience
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