Fuck friend ep 3 [m/f] | 2016

I've written about the first and second times that I had sex with my friend Stacey. This was the third (and, until now, last) time.

I was in the city on yet another business trip. I had a business dinner, and we'd planned to meet up afterwards, just the two of us. We picked a bar that I could get to quickly after my dinner and she showed up about 30 minutes later, after seeing a movie with a friend.

This was a different setup than before. On previous hookups we'd been out with groups of mutual friends and had to wait until that socialising was done. This time it was just her and me, but it was important that we still hang out and catch up first: we are still friends, after all. So we had a good time drinking cocktails and whisky and chatting.

But before long hands started to stray, touches happened, looks deepened. I dropped a comment about what we might do next; Stacey replied that I'd made my intentions pretty clear by having my hand on her ass for the last 15 minutes.

We walked out, got a cab back to my hotel, went to my room, and almost immediately started peeling off clothes. I remember being particularly entranced by the curves of her ass and tits that night. She pulled at my pants, freeing my cock, while my fingers slid quickly between her legs.

Booze and time make the exact sequence fuzzy now, but there are two parts I remember clearly. One was fucking her reeeeaaally slowly. Stacey on her back, legs spread, and me sliding my cock in and out of her cunt very smoothly, slowly, and deliberately. Me looking down and watching my cock push oh-so-slowly between her pussy lips.

The second thing I remember from that night was her squirting. Her crazy, multi-orgasmic squirting. There had to have been a dozen or more orgasms. She just wanted to keep going. Well after my dick was no longer capable of providing any more pleasure she wanted me to keep licking her and fingering her. Each time her body would shudder, she'd moan, her hips would buck, and a fresh squirt of pussy juice would spray onto my face or onto my fingers. And then she wanted me to do it again, begging me softly to touch her again, moving my hand down to get her off once more.

By the time we were done the bed was soaking like someone had emptied a full ice bucket of water on it. Stacey was a trembling wreck, and I was in awe. It felt hot to be able to give her so much pleasure.

As always, once she'd recovered she kissed me deeply goodbye and went home.