From the moment I opened the door to him he was keen, I like men that way.  All I was not sure about was he had already told me he would not have long, am not the sort usually for quickies. 

I was wearing a short black off the shoulder dress, a black basque, matching panties and stockings. 

‘Lounge or bedroom’ I asked him.

Taking in that he was a good looking guy, I looked forward to thinking about him later. 

‘Bedroom please’ came his reply. 

I took his hand and led him through to the stairs, he followed as I started to climb them. 

‘ mmm, you are sexy’ he said or words to that effect. 

As I climbed he reached and touched my ass. 

By time we reached the top, only 15 steps, I felt wonderful and putty in his hands. 

As he walked in the bedroom he was already unbuckling his belt, another step and he was kicking his pants and trousers off. 

I have a large bedroom, so I went on my knees on a rug at the bottom of the bed, he guessed why, came over and put his cock in front of me. 

No teasing, his haste was infectious, I took the whole of his cock in my mouth. 

‘Good girl’ I heard him say. My favourite phrase.

My goodness was he thick, though not so long, he only just caught the back of my throat, even when he grabbed my head and pulled me on to him. Though he humped my mouth hard, I was a willing victim, loving the feeling of being used. 

Just as I thought he was about to explode in my mouth he pulled out. Knowing what he wanted I stood, got on the bed face down, bum up. 

Sliding my panties to one side, he pulled the butt plug I had loosened myself up with free and I heard it land with a thud in the floor.

He was straight at me after that, carrying on with the same vigor he had been attacking my mouth. 

‘Fucking whore’ he called me, pumping hard grabbing my hips with both hands, he guided himself and being strong held me steady. 

I was gasping, his thick cock making me feel every stroke, if he had been any greater length I would have suffered, as it was it felt painful but not damaging. 

With a deep sigh, he thrust harder and I knew he was coming.  it is a sense of hot cum rather than actually feeling it I am sure, but I could tell he was pumping a fair amount into me. 

 He pushed in a little more, burying himself as far up me as he could, while his cock twitched its death throw. 

He released my hips, and let me fall forward. I simply collapsed my legs jelly, my mind as fucked as my ass. 

When I had recovered, he  was sitting on the edge of the bed. 

‘Come and clean me up’ he instructed, I simply obeyed, taking his now only semi hard cock in my mouth I sucked and licked it clean. Love and hate are the mixed feelings I get tasting myself on a cock that has been up my ass, it makes me think how depraved and submissive I am to do such an act, yet how willing to please I am. .

Peter recognised this. ‘You are a good girl’  then he eased me away, kissed me on the forehead and got dressed.

I went down stairs, he followed, as I shut the door I felt his come run down my leg, it had been less than 30 minutes from his arrival. I had spoken once,but enjoyed every moment. 

I went back upstairs, took my cage off, wiped the cum of my leg with my hand, and licked my fingers, then masturbated thinking about myself being used.