All I knew about the former occupant of my newly secured apartment was what the real estate broker had told me: his name was Lawrence, and he was an art dealer specializing in American painters. Never having met an art dealer before, I half expected him to be some sort of pipe-smoking, bearded, professorial type. All I had in mind as I made my way to his art gallery was picking up the keys to my new dwelling, and the impending task of moving my belongings over the next few days.
I eagerly rang the doorbell of the elegant town house in which the gallery was located, my mind busy with thoughts of how I was planning to decorate my new home.
Then the door opened, and there he was. I couldn’t believe my eyes! In front of me stood a gentleman blessed with a face that was both mature and handsome, above a set of broad shoulders and a tanned, athletic body that would have put many a younger man to shame. He wore a classic, well-tailored suit and a pair of flattering spectacles. I felt a sudden urge to pluck away his eyeglasses to get a better look at the seductive eyes underneath. As I continued to look into those soulful eyes, I instinctively knew I was in trouble. Picking up the keys was suddenly the last thing on my mind.
He introduced himself in a warm and outgoing manner, and I told him my name in turn, trying my best to sound calm and cool in the presence of this attractive man. As he invited me in and we made small talk, my interest was even more piqued by the fact that, handsome though he was, Lawrence did not display any of the arrogance that I’d noticed in all too many good-looking men. If anything, his charming manner had a slight diffidence to it. I accepted his offer of a brief tour of the gallery, although I was a neophyte where painting was concerned. But with a host like Lawrence, how could I refuse?
Luckily, I’ve always garnered my fair share of stares from men, thanks to my long, jet-black hair, exotic Asian looks, and 36D breasts that most men find impossible to ignore. I caught myself wondering if Lawrence liked what he saw. I also wondered if he’d like my trimmed Asian pussy, and how my full, pouty lips would feel around his cock. My imagination sometimes has a habit of getting the best of me, and now was no exception. I felt my warm pussy twitching and moistening as my fantasies grew more intense. His words faded into a blur, and all I could focus on was my intense sexual attraction to this man I knew so little about. In all my twenty-seven years I’d never felt this intense, spontaneous sexual magnetism with a complete stranger. This undeniable chemistry was something I had to explore further.
Even so, I surprised myself when, unbidden, I walked boldly over to a big leather couch at one side of the room, sat down, and, with a come-hither smile, motioned for Lawrence to join me. Never before had I been so blatantly forward, but lust breeds fearlessness, I suppose, and the man was positively driving me crazy with desire.
No words were necessary as he moved toward me. My eyes betrayed my burning lust, to which Lawrence responded with an impassioned kiss. I nearly swooned, but I wanted more. My lips slid over his cheek, brushed his ear, then traced their way down to his neck before moving back to his lips. And then our lips locked together for what seemed like an eternity, our tongues alternately swirling and probing in each other’s mouths. I drank in his fresh masculine scent as I daringly moved my hands over his muscular legs. I could feel his arousal when our bodies locked together, his engorged cock pressing up against me, trapped in his pants like a prisoner trying to break free.
Though there are times when I enjoy a slow lovemaking session, all I felt now was a fiery urgency of desire. Sensing my animalistic need, Lawrence quickly and skillfully removed every shred of my clothing, and I tore his garments off with equal ardor. His cock was absolutely gorgeous! My eyes practically popped out as I gazed at the flaring head and the thick shaft, like a tigress eyeing her prey. My pussy was dripping wet at this point, and my clit fully aroused, as I knew I would soon be taking that thick fuck rod into my ready depths.
First things first, however; I had to taste him! He lay on the sofa as I knelt on the floor in front of him. Mischievously, I decided to torture him a bit. I licked his inner thighs, then his stomach, then tongued his round, beautiful balls, temporarily ignoring the shaft I was so anxious to wrap my lips around. I continued to tease, running my tongue in a slow circular motion over the very sensitive patch below his testicles. Finally I moved to his cock, licking slowly and deliberately over the head and enjoying every drop of his sweet precome. Then I gave in to my desire and took all of him into my mouth, opening wide to deep-throat his manhood. I was in heaven as I hungrily sucked this sexy, enticing man, and I felt as though I could go on tonguing him forever. As I worked the thick rod with my eager mouth, I lightly cupped and fondled his balls with one hand while rubbing my dripping pussy with the other. I was ready for some serious pussy action!
“Fuck me,” I begged him deliriously. “I need you inside me so badly!” I was soon on all fours on the floor of the gallery, pleading with Lawrence to take me. Obligingly, he moved swiftly behind me and pushed all of his beautiful, rock-hard manhood into me with one heavenly thrust.
The feeling of his cock pumping into me from behind was mind-blowing. I was savoring every moment of this incredible fuck. “Yes, like that, pump me just like that,” I heard myself whimpering. “More, yes, you’re making me come!” Expertly, he caressed my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples as he pressed into me. Delicious spasms overtook my pussy as I experienced an intense orgasm. Perhaps it was the excitement of being with a stranger, or maybe it was due to Lawrence being a wonderful lover, but whatever the reason, this was the strongest climax I had ever felt, and it seemed to last for ages, leaving me with a happy smile on my face.
Once my spasms subsided, I had but one goal in mind—to make Lawrence come as hard as I had. He lay on his back and I climbed over him, completely determined to ride his cock until he could no longer take it. I moved back and forth as I watched that sexy cock disappear into my pussy. Then I began to ride him, squeezing and tightening my pussy muscles to heighten his sensitivity. The juices still oozing from my cunt dripped slowly onto his cock as I moved up and down, and he pumped back at me, our motions like a well-lubed machine. Soon he could take no more, and I felt strong spurts of come unload into my pussy as he writhed and moaned, telling me what a hot and incredible fuck I was.
We lay in each other’s arms until we fell into a deep sleep, both of us satiated and happy in the knowledge that we had completely pleasured each other.
I finally did get the keys to my new place, but now I spend as much time at Lawrence’s apartment as I do at my own. And vice versa.
—M.G., San Francisco, California