I’ve always been fond of licking twat. You know that kind of guy. Pretty shy with women, but really enjoying eating them to heaven if he’d get the chance. Few years ago, I met her. I’m married, and she has a teenage son. We’re not living in the same town, so we meet quite seldom, maybe once score days. From the very beginning, I licked her and I grew loving it so damn much that I never felt the need to get into her. During more than four years of eating a perfect cunt, I got the best orgasms ever. Little by little I taught her, as she used to be real conservative, certain things as we could both get the most pleasure. She learned to facesit, to break my jaws while facesitting, to stick her feet in my mouth, to accept having her boots and heels licked and so on. Of course, it’s been pretty hard to make her accept to use my mouth such ways. If you’re not into a certain fetish, it’s difficult to understand where the hell the pleasure is. It was even harder to make her piss in my mouth, as it was a fetish she really couldn’t understand and she never did this before. Neither did I, but I was willing to try. She still doesn’t understand, but yet she made me happy this way several times. The following story is that of our latest date, in a hotel room. Please, take your time and add a comment. As a matter of fact, I told her I’ll share our experience online and tell her the replies.
The day started as most of the times. I left home early in the morning, supposedly to work. I stopped in a bar, two hundred yards to the hotel and started waiting for her. I love waiting for her, having a beer and a brandy. I had a beer, asked for another and sent her a SMS. This is how we spend time while she’s coming from her town, a two hours trip by bus. You know, that kind of “hot” SMS, describing my feelings, hopes and expectations. I asked her if I should buy something to drink, a beer or champagne. “Dark beer”, was the answer, which meant I’d be going to get a sweet and warm surprise. We use dark beer to stimulate her to fill my mouth with a golden shower, you know. Another beer, another brandy, more SMSs.
Finally, when I was half drunk and 100% horny, she sent a final SMS: “204”. The number of the room. I jumped from the chair and headed to the hotel, not before buying the beer, of course.