He [29] gave me [25] the most orgasms I've ever had. [f/m] | 2016

A Friday night. Dismal weather. Cabin fever. I had plans to go to one of my usual bars with a group of friends, but was on the verge of staying home because of snow, cold and ice-covered roads. But I wanted out of the house. So I got dolled up and headed to the bar.

I hadn't seen this select group of friends in forever. And hadn't been to this bar in months. Me - now 40lbs lighter than the last time these people had seen me - was feeling insanely self confident. I wanted to turn heads and drop jaws.

When I arrived, my friend Mike who bounces there greeted me at the door. I've always had a little thing for him. He was insanely tall, respectful, bearded and pretty darn cute. I always enjoyed flirting with him. From glances across the bar, to little conversations, to the slightest touches. Part of me had always wanted him. Tonight was no different. He noticed how slim I had become, and complimented me up and down. This of course put me in the 'go home with him tonight' mindset. I was determined. He lived right next to the bar. That made things a bit easier. But I just had to form the plan.

The night went well. My friends, fantastic as always, were great company. Time flew. Before I realized, it was 20 minutes until bar close. Time to set my plan in action.

I went outside to have a cigarette, and invited mike to join me - to which he obliged. We stepped outside and chatted a bit about nothing of importance. It was now or never.

"Ugh I do not want to drive back home in this weather." I blurted out, trying to sound as frustrated as I could. Hoping he'd take the bait.

"You can always cras on my couch if you don't feel safe driving. I promise I won't get handsy." He replied. I jumped for joy in my mind.

"Well then what's the point?" I asked him, slyly. Giving him my smart ass face. He smiled at me and I melted. "But I think I might just take you up on that."

We returned inside. All but two of my friends were heading out. We said our goodbyes and they left. I sat at the bar with my remaining friends. We were the only ones there besides the bartender and Mike. He sat down next to us and invited our friends over to his place as well for a little after-bar hangout. They agreed and we headed over to his place.

The whole time the four of us were together all I could think about was wishing they would leave. Which they did after about an hour. When I saw them getting ready to head home, I lit up a cigarette and said my goodbyes so they wouldn't question why I wasn't also leaving Mike's apartment. He closed the door behind them and gazed instantly at me. Our eyes locked and a grin crept across my lips. He walked over, took a seat next to me on the couch.

"Are you warm enough?"

"My hands are a little cold, but it's no big de-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand grasped mine. He was so warm, and his hands were so big compared to mine. He standing about 6'7" and husky, and me being 5'2" and curvy, there was quite a difference in our size. I imagined him overpwering me. Throwing me around like a rag doll however he wanted. My breathing started to get heavy as his fingers played with mine - his other hand tracing along my thigh. I looked over at him. Our eyes met. It was game on right then and there.

He lunged in for a kiss. An amazing one, his mustache tuckling my upper lip. He grabbed me sides and pulled me into his lap. Oh god yes, this was exactly what I had wanted. In no time at all our shirts were off and I slowly unhooked my bra, then let it fall, exposing my breasts to him. His mouth latched on to my nipple instantly and I let out a soft cry. His hand moved up my stomach to the other. His touch set my skin on fire. I was hooked.

He played with me like that for a while, also kissing along my neck, shoulders and collarbones. This man knew exactly how to work me.

Without warning, he flipped me over, he on top of me, and started to slip off my pants. I lifted my ass for him. Eager for him to play with my soaking wet pussy. He grabbed my legs, threw them over his shoulders and dove in. His tongue teasing my clit. His fingers sliding along my juicy lips, every now and then working one into me. My hips started grinding, my pussy pressed firm against his face. I wanted him to fuck me. So I pulled his hair and he looked up at me. I bent forward. Kissed his lips, my juices all over them. Then to his neck. And his ear. He then ripped off his pants and slid inside if me roughly. I later on to his shoulders, he felt so good.

I told him I wanted to ride him so he pulled out and sat next to me, then picked me up and set me onto his rock-solid cock.

We fucked in ever way possible. In multiple rooms. I had never felt so sexy as I did with him. Nor had I been with a man who put my pleasure before his. To the point where we need up in his bed, me on top. He'd make me cum, and as I was winding down from my orgasm of pure bliss, he'd start fucking me hard again. And again. And again. I gave up on keeping my orgasm count.

We fucked for a good 4 hours straight, with only one cigarette break. I didn't want him to stop. He kept me wet, and he felt so good inside of me. How I wish I was still here now. Spending all day in his bed, having the best sex of my life.