Story of Michael – My True Story

FOURTH MEETING – June 2012 Due to unforseen circumstances, my initial date with Michael set and booked for March of 2012 had to be postponed. I felt really bad about cancelling on him, because I had looked forward to our date (not to mention his cock) very much as it had been November since I last saw him. But Michael just brushed it aside, and told me that he would work something out for our next date, told me to get better quickly so he could fuck me until I couldn’t walk when we meet. I promised him I would. So when our next date rolled around in June, I was raring to go. I left right after the workday ended, and landed in the evening at the airport. I made my own way to the motel from there, and settled in for the night, with high anticipation of seeing him in the morning. He told me to greet him naked as he knocks on the door. So that night I slept in the nude to save time, thank heaven for electric blanket since it was the middle of winter and it was freezing. At slightly earlier than the appointed time, a knock came at the door. I had been up for a good 40 minutes, and pottered around having breakfast in the nude. I went to the door to greet Michael and a blast of freezing wind came with him as I open the door to admit him. He looked at me boldly, and despite what he had promised (to keep the door open so he could look at my naked body, display to the public should anyone happen to be about) he quickly walked inside the warm room and kissed me passionately. His cold hands caressed my warm skin as his tongue delved between my lips. I squealed softly, and giggled. I quickly pulled his thick jacket off, and Michael undressed himself. We hopped into the hot bed (blessed electric blanket). Michael knew that I enjoy my foreplay, and did not disappoint. Our lips and tongue got reacquainted it danced and tangled busily between our mouths. I kissed my way down from his lips, chin, chest, stomach, and finally to his semi-hard cock. My hand took a hold of him firmly and my mouth began to suck. My lips wrapped around his girth and I moved up and down. My tongue slithered back and forth on his throbbing cock. I love the feeling of his thick mushroom head in my mouth, the way my tongue teased the tiny slit at the tip, and pushed slightly in, my hand pumped up and down his shaft, and played with his balls. I rolled my tongue on the underside of his cock and licked it all the way down to the hilt, then licked his balls the back of my hand caressed his scrotum. I could hear Michael sucked air in through his teeth as I do this, and it spurred me on. I sucked him harder and faster, but with great self-control, Michael held back his climax. He told me to get on top of him as he wanted to watch me ride his dick. I aligned my pussy over his stiff prick with my hand and slowly impaled his cock inside my tight pussy. I sighed with happiness, and remembered how good he felt inside filling me up so completely. I used to not like being on top in the cowgirl position, but being with Michael changed all that. It’s now my second favourite position. As I rode on his hips, his cock pommeled my cervix and massaged my pussy walls, my clit rubbed at the hilt of his cock as I leaned forward. Michael thrust his groin roughly into me as my hands rested on his chest, my breath erratic as I felt his cock moved in and out. My tight wall milked his shaft as he pounded my pussy with his cock. I sucked his neck as he fucked my pussy, my orgasm fast approaching, I almost bite his neck! Oh God, his skin tasted good. My climax thundered from my pussy and rolled around like a tornado, first from my pussy then twisted outwards to my finger tips and toes. My pussy shuddered and quivered instinctively. I ground my clit into his groin, rubbed on his pubic stubble. My heart beat erratically in my chest as I panted from being fucked so well. Michael slapped my ass playfully, and I weakly got off his stiff pole to collapsed on the mattress in a sweaty heap. He knelt on the bed, and indicated with his head to me, without a word I knew he wanted me on all fours. I did as he non-verbally asked, presented my ass to him as I reached for my phone and dialled a number as Michael shoved his thick 8 inch cock back inside my pussy. The phone rang twice before being picked up at the other end, I put it on speaker as I panted and moaned. I reached down to play with my sensitive pussy, I could hear on the phone as heavy breathing came down the line. Michael was aware of what I was doing, and he fucked me harder as he heard the person on the line urging me to come. I panted faster, and begged Michael to fuck me harder as I was about to come again with his cock head rubbing my G-spot from the doggy position. The person on the other line was John. I met him through a profile Michael had set up in order for us to meet like-minded couple for some swapping. But John is different. He actually did not want to swap, he was in love with his Taiwanese girlfriend, but he was actually looking for someone to become part of a threesome or to be a camera person when he and his girlfriend fuck. I suspected he wanted to see another woman eat his girlfriend to orgasm. I put my hand up at that. Since my last threesome, I have not had another opportunity to be with another girl. So we got to chatting, emailing, swapping photos, and whatnot. His girlfriend was very cute, with nice pussy too. Both, I suspect, are exhibitionist, and I will get to that in a minute. John and his girlfriend (who shall remain nameless) were both much younger than Michael and I, in their mid-20’s. I believe they are exploring all the exciting things sex has to offer. As mentioned, I suspect they are exhibitionist. How? Because once John and I swapped our phone numbers, randomly, in the middle of the night once I had gone to bed, or early in the morning when I am at work, John would call me, and I would hear both of them fucking and going at it like rabbits. If I was at home in bed, it would be no problem, because I can take care with the issue between my legs. But if I was at work, with people around me, well, that’s just made it harder. I cannot say or give them feedback on the phone, I cannot touch myself. Simply, if they call me at work, it was hot and agonising all at the same time! With this in mind, and John listening in on my fucking with Michael, I had the biggest orgasm ever. Light bulbs went off behind my eye lids as my pussy milked and hugged the cock inside my body. And still, Michael had not yet come. Once my climax died away, I terminated my call to John, put the phone back on the bedside table, and turned to look at Michael over my shoulder. I saw him grinned widely, and he moved away from my ass to stand beside the bed. He pulled me towards him, told me to go on my back and with his hands gripped my ankles and lifted both high in the air. Without his hand, he navigated the head to my red entrance, with one thrust he was back inside. He leaned down, my knees hooked over his elbow as he drove down hard my legs spread wide and my pussy tightly fitted around his hard penis. I enjoyed the way he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy, going so deep I felt his scrotum slapping my ass rhythmically. Michael had great self-control, moved my knees to around my ears as he pushed in and out of my pussy. But as I squeezed him with my muscle, he grunted loudly and his hot semen spurted inside me. His hips pumped away as he panted above me, his skin sweaty and hot. He unhooked my knees from his shoulders as he rested on top of my heaving body as we both try to regain our breaths. He pulled his semi-hard cock away, and climbed back into bed to crash on the pillows. I crawled into his arms, wrapped my left leg over his hips as he wrapped his arms around me. Then we talked about the phone call I had placed to John, and I told Michael that John had been looking for a camera person to record his sexcapaded with his girlfriend, to which I had volunteered. Michael seems excited that I would be watching them fuck, but was disappointed that they were not keen on swapping. I was not keen on fucking John either, being a younger guy in my eyes is a disadvantage. I do love older men. I prefer older men. I was more interested in John’s girlfriend! Since the subject of recording came up, I suggested why don’t I call John back to ask if he’d be willing to help us record our fuck session. Naturally, being male, Michael heartily agreed. I laughed and grabbed the phone to call John. He was excited, and immediately said yes. I told him where we were and in 30 minutes, we had our cameraman. I sucked Michael some more, Michael fucked and eat my wet pussy as John moved around us, using my digital cameral to record it all. After close to two hours, John had to leave. So we said goodbye to him and Michael and I was once again alone. We rested for a bit, snuggled on the hot dirty sheets, and watched John’s camera work on the small LCD. Yes, I still have the videos and photos, and no, it’s not posted anywhere public. As it was past noon by this time, we both decided to go out to have some lunch. We took a quick walk after that, and came back to the motel for another fucking session before Michael had to leave. We got back into bed, and I took his cock in my mouth, sucking him deeper than I have ever done, but still could not deep throat him. My tongue licked from top to bottom, I watched as he grew harder and harder in my hand and inside my mouth. I licked his balls, gently sucked on them with my lips while my hand pumped up and down his stiffening penis. Michael watch as his manhood appear and disappear between my lips, his hands laced behind his head. I sucked harder my tongue teased and tasted him, rolled on the smooth tip and his along his foreskin. My head bopped up and down faster my right hand keeping pace with my lips, saliva glistened on his throbbing shaft. My pussy juice leaked along my slit and dampened the sheets as I rubbed my shaved mound on the cotton material and I played gently with my clit, rubbed my gooey juice all over my little pleasure button. I released his hard rod and climbed over his body, positioned my pussy over it and slowly glided my hot tunnel to encase his phallus completely. I closed my eyes ecstasy, my head hung backwards as my hands rested on his chest. It felt so good to be filled so totally. Michael sucked air through gritted teeth as I gyrated my hips in a slight circular motion, up then down, using his penis to massage my vagina. I leaned forward to dangle my tits in front of his face, and I told him to bite my nipples after we kissed hungriy. He complied readily, and took my nipples deep into his mouth. His teeth bite down on them quite hard, just the way I loved it and he knew it. His tongue would flick on them rapidly as he bit down on my stiff buds. I bucked my hips faster and faster, I was about to come again from his cock and from his teeth. I pushed my 16C-cup tits together and told him to suck both nipples at once. I moaned I was coming as I pushed down hard on his penis, and begged him to fuck me harder. With a grunt, Michael bucked his ass up from the mattress and slammed his cock into my pussy, burst of air expelled from my lungs from the sheer f0rce of it. I fell forward on his torso in a heap, and rolled off his lap as I wait for my body to stop the involuntary shudder and spasm. Michael’s cock still stood up to attention, and I moved to suck my liquid off his shaft, my tongue licked and cleaned him up, though there would be little point as he would be back inside my pussy in a few minutes. Or so I thought. At this point, I had totally forgotten that we would be giving my ass another go, and had automatically thought we would only be pussy fucking. I was right, at first. Michael moved off to stand beside the bed and rolled me onto my stomach, I planted my feet on the floor. Michael’s hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and guide his cock into my pussy once more. He thrust his cock in and out, my honeyed juiced coated his cock liberally, and I enjoyed myself immensely since doggy was my favourite position. I reached between my legs and played with my clit, also to feel where our bodies joined at my hot slit. His cock lube up with my juice, he spread my ass cheeks again, and nudged the mushroom head of his cock at my tightly puckered brown ring. I looked at him over my shoulder, asked him hesitantly what he was doing, but he did not answer. Instead he f0rced his cock in gently first the bulbous head of his dick, and inexplicably, my unforgiving ass hole gave way to the whole length of his thick manhood. Inch by inch he buried his cock until he was completely buried inside my rectum. This time there was absolutely no resistance, no searing hot discomfort at my backdoor, and definitely no stinging pain. My instinctive resistance at last gave way to the conqueror, to Michael. He claimed my sphincter at last and sighed with total satisfaction. He waited for a few seconds to allow my tight ring to adjust to his size he knew how long it was since I last had anal sex. He leaned down one of his hands wrapped around my neck to lift my head up, to whisper triumphantly, quote: ‘See, I told you I’d have your ass this time, and we didn’t even need lube,’ end quote. All I could do was nod and moaned. Oh my God. It had been so long since anyone has been inside my ass, I relished the feeling of the tightness of it, the way his cock felt inside my dank sanctum, so many times previously denied to him. I closed my eyes gripped the bed sheets tightly as Michael rested on my back, his groin jerked gently at my ass. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and I can imagine in Michael as well. The last frontier was finally won. Michael pushed off my back his hands took hold of my hips and started to propel his cock in and out of my now-stretched sphincter, his cock slithered slickly inside my body. He would pull his hard rod completely away leaving my ass gaping and with not ungentle f0rce, he shoved himself back inside all the way to the base of his penis, his scrotum slapped my now-empty pussy. He grunted as I moaned with pleasure below him, I begged him to come inside my ass as he increased his pace. Alas he did not, but does keep his speed at a steady rate, in out, in out, just enjoying my ass and staked his claim. With care, he pulled out and away from me, headed to the shower and cleaned up his cock. I climbed back on to the mattress and waited, my ass hole throbbed from being empty of the phallus. He came back to the bed, spooned me, and inserted his cock back into my pussy to fuck me side ways. His hand cupped and massaged my tits, pinched my nipples. Our sweat mingled on our skin, our breath heavy in the motel room. He turned over onto his back and I went with him into a reverse-cowgirl position. I rested my hands behind me on his chest, my torso stretched above him, and Michael fucked me harder and faster. I reached for my clit with one hand and played with my engorged bud until I screamed out that I was coming. Michael pushed me forward and moved his legs until he was once again behind me in a doggy position, fucked my shuddering pussy and felt my pussy contracted around his cock milking his bl00d-engorged shaft. With a loud groan, Michael’s cock jerked, his balls tightened as he released his hot creamy white cum into my vagina. I whined and pushed my ass cheeks harder into his groin, my orgasm reverberated from my womanhood and my body trembled and shuddered along his cock, still milked his erect penis. He moved his hips slower and slower as the spurts from his cock died away. I know that guys prefer to see their loads shot out onto a woman’s body, face and tits, but there’s nothing hotter for me to have the guy come inside my vagina. Michael knows this, and never denied my pussy his cum. Except for our first meeting he would always ejaculate inside me as I begged him in our subsequent dates. My inner thighs would be sticky with his semen as it leaked out. I loved it and the smell of our copulation was high in the room. Michael collapsed back on the mattress, and I moved back to snuggle in his strong arms. We regained our breathing and just cuddled, not speaking a word, appreciated the afterglow of a good fuck. Unfortunately it had to come to an end, Michael had to leave. He took a quick shower, gave me a deep kiss with his tongue inside my mouth and a bear hug, and with a promise to meet again was gone. I sighed as I watched him walked to his car, still naked at the door of the motel room. But I closed the door quickly as the blast of cold winter wind drove me back to the hot bed. But the day was not yet over. Not for me. I hopped back into bed, grabbed my phone and called John back. It was around two in the afternoon by this time, and coincidentally, it was John’s birthday. I asked him if he still wanted to do what we had discussed in our chat, and he enthusiastically agreed, and came back to the motel room in 30 minutes. No, it’s not what you think. Earlier I did mention I did not want to fuck John, did I not? Like I said, John (and perhaps with his girlfriend) were exhibitionist. He came to pick me up to take me into the city to take tram rides with him, and to record him playing with his cock in public. It was to be his birthday present, in a way, from me. Michael knew what I was going to do, and he laughed with glee when I told him, so I was not going behind his back or hiding it from him. Michael and I shared our sex lives openly, but he was the only guy I have been regularly seeing since 2010, and I hope would continue to see. As John and I headed into the city, he parked the car and led the way to the tram stop. We got on at the terminal where it starts and stops, so the carriage was empty. He handed me his iPhone, and we were off to a very productive recording afternoon. I never saw bigger cock than Michael’s but John’s penis came pretty close. The size was pretty impressive, very thick and… meaty! By the time we were sitting down on the tram, and he whipped out his dick, he was on the way to becoming fully erect. I approached this experience clinically, so at the time, had no desire to be involved sexually with John (it was really his girlfriend I was interested in). To say I was nervously anxious would be correct. It was ill3gal for one thing, not to mention if the police caught us we were gone. But it was this risk factor that spurred John on. I was simply the hand behind the iPhone. At first it was slim pickings in terms of the people getting on to the tram we were on. I could see that the more people around us, the harder John got. I sat on the opposite side of the carriage to him, so I could record properly. Then John decided to change tram to a different line, the one we were on was quiet that day. But before we got off the original tram, he mentioned that perhaps one young Asian lady might have seen him before SHE got off the tram. He was happy with that. Jackpot! More people. More risks. More chances of getting caught. Great. As I pretend to play games on the iPhone, it recorded everything that John did: sitting next to total strangers and jacking his cock off. He used his coat as cover so it does not become too obvious. If people walked by I would use my foot to nudged his or nod my head imperceptibly to indicate someone’s behind him or walking by, and he would stop his movements. At one carriage, as I sat directly opposite him, he pulled his cock as people were filling in and out of the tram and he caught his semen in his fist. And I caught every action on his phone. In hindsight, it might have been a good idea to carry some tissues. Yeah, neither of us had though of it. So we got off the tram, and headed to a 7Eleven store and he asked for some napkins from the check-out counter the attendant was none the wiser, or the many people in the cramped store. We hopped into another tram, and it was about half-full. What John wanted was a lot of ladies, so he could do something (I had no idea what). Then as Fate would have it, a group of four female students got on, and sat slightly just behind us. John milked his semi-erect cock as he listened to their giggles and chatter, I panned the phone to capture the girls and his cock in the same shot, since I knew exactly what John wanted. As their conversation got louder, so did his hand pumped bl00d faster and faster into his cock, he was about to come again. I struggled to keep the four girls in the frame, while trying to also capture his coming, but I had just managed it. His white cum shot into his fist again, and this time without second thought, John wiped his hand on the upholstery of the seat he was sitting on. I looked at him wide eyed, and laughed quietly. The four girls got off the tram, and we got off at the next stop. It then started to rain, and I was slowly coming down with a slight fever under my fur-lined leather jacket. But I tried not to show it and hung on for dear life until it was over. I didn’t think John noticed, he was too excited, and I don’t blame him. I was also having fun recording all these strangers having no clue what was happening right next to them. After coming twice, I really thought it would take John longer to come again. I underestimated his ability. The last tram ride (we took too many for me to remember in 2 hours) was especially packed, more fun for John. At first I sat on the opposite side of the carriage to him, then as it got more packed a young Chinese girl came to sit next to the vacant spot next to him, so I moved to sit right across from her, almost boxing her in. She looked curiously at me, and I smiled at her. John already had his cock out and was pumping away at his meaty phallus, and used his coat to shield his busy hand slightly from her. Again, I pretended to do something on the phone as I record everything: her face, his cock in his fist next to her lap, up to her face again, then down to his cock just in time to catch his semen as it spewed into his hand. The Chinese girl had no idea what had just happened right next to her. John wiped his dirty hand on the upholstery again, and moved out of his window seat to sit on the other side of the carriage, the tram had emptied out slightly. The Chinese girl did not move, but continued to look innocently ahead. I handed the phone back to John as we were finished, and he said we have to change tram to get back to his car. On the way back to the motel, we talked excitedly about what we just did, and I wished him happy birthday. He was off to his s1ster’s house for his birthday dinner after he dropped me off. He told me it has been the best birthday present so far, I laughed, and told him I was glad he had fun as we arrived back at the motel. I said goodbye to John, and we would continue to keep in touch with phone calls. Now you know that if you come across any suspicious white stains on public transport seats, especially if they are on the velour upholstery kind, do not touch it. It might not be the ice-cream stain you had expected. Don’t say I didn’t warn you...