Pussy Tag……..by too_tastee

PUSSY TAG
By too_tastee
There is only one way to pursue a fantasy. You must first determine what your desires are and then just act them out with or without a partner. The woman was use to being alone, so most of her fantasies involved one woman with a very vivid imagination. Most of the arousing action was just in her head. She could fantasize with the best of them. Sometimes a thought would spring from her mind at precisely the moment she spied something that caused her to turn and take a second look. Today she looked twice at a not too particularly handsome man. He was just average, kind of like she was. He was standing in the rain trying to hail a taxi and so was she. What drew her attention was the way he was concentrating on hailing that taxi. He paid her no mind as she was never really looked at twice unless there was a wise enough gentleman who could discern the difference between plain and sensual. She was, in fact, a very sensual woman who often played a game she lovingly called, “pussy tag”. Anyway, the man kept raising his arms and the cabs kept racing past. It was then that he groped his crotch, probably to remove some unwanted constriction to his balls, but his action sent a sharp jolt deep into her groin. The jolt made her weak and that was when she took that second look at him.
Her shivering was probably due to the rain that was dripping and soaking her collar. The umbrella was not doing such a good job of protecting her tonight. She, however, connected the shivering with the actions of the man just ahead of her. Finally he glanced up and gave her a quick once over. In frustration from not being able to secure a ride, he offered her a drink at the dimly lit restaurant behind them. This brief statement took her so by surprise that she quickly answered yes, without thinking. He was lifting her elbow gently as she entered the restaurant. His touch was another surprise and she smiled graciously and mumbled a thank you. Because she was so use to being alone, she panicked because she had no idea what they were going to talk about while drinking. The thought made her mind frantically sort throught it’s many topics of discussion. She wanted to appear strong, confident, beautiful……but all she felt was nervous and ill at ease. What had she gotten herself into?
The drinks came right away. She was not a drinker, but wanted to appear worldly and unconcerned. Although she didn’t know it, he had already scoped her nervous actions. He was smiling to himself, that knowing smile that stems from having some kind of hidden knowledge. He tapped his glass to hers in a salute and then sipped his drink. When she lifted hers and took a swallow, she coughed loudly. The drink had taken her breath away. Again he smiled and watched her closely for any reaction he could find that showed her ready to divuge the fact that she did not drink. Now, she was taking her second sip and it was too late. She was in a mellow mood. He asked her if she wanted another and, of course, she said yes. By the end of the second drink, she was feeling no pain. He reached for her umbrella and said that they could likely get a taxi now that the rush hour was over. She simply followed him outside and he again hailed a taxi, only this time one stopped right in front of them. He opened the rear door and helped her inside. Then he leaned in and sat close to her and gave the driver an address. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were parked in front of a hotel. The doorman helped them out and she began to protest her being led to a place she knew nothing about. He pulled her to him and gently squeezed her breast and she became excited and her nipples started to pucker. Her mind drifted back to the scene where he grabbed his crotch and felt that same tingle she had earlier. Inside the hotel, he guided her towards the elevator and once in punched the button reading 16. It swiftly took them upward and her head began spinning out of control. His room was a scant distance from the bank of elevators, so leading her he opened his door and ushered her inside. She had only time to glance at the 1642 on the door before it closed behind her. He walked her directly to the bed and sat her down. He got a towel from the bathroom and handed it to her so that she might dry off. He gently laid her back and she felt better although she knew being on the bed was not a good idea. Then a surprising thought came to her. Here she was inside a hotel room with a man who had sent a sexual jolt to her system. Why not carry out the fantasy she would conjure up when she got home? Why not partake of the feast fate had sat before her instead of going home lonely and playing “pussy tag”, like all the other times?
He offered her food and she declined. She wanted the slight buzz she felt to remain because it gave her the courage she needed to carry out her plan. So, instead of waiting, she began to undress under his watchful eyes and was delighted to see him do the same. Once undressed they lay back together on the bed and kissed tentatively. She quickly got into the session and rubbed his nipples with her hand. They were hard pebbles and he showed her how sensitive they were. He moaned and the kiss deepened. She allowed her hands to continue their search. They touched his muscular arms and shoulders, then moved to his groin area. He had removed his briefs and she understood why he had adjusted his genitals. His heavy cock sprang forth. Looking at it longingly, she bent her head and engulfed him totally into her mouth. He groaned loudly and arched his hips up to meet her face. Holding her head in place, He pumped several times up and down, in and out of her hot cavern and spilled his seed loudly shouting, “suck it, baby! Suck that big dick and swallow all of my cum”. As his sperm slid down her throat she felt the moisture between her thighs. Oh God, she was so hot. She licked him clean and let his now flacid cock slip from her lips. He grabbed her head and french kissed her eagerly, tasting his own cum and licking deeply into her mouth to get more. Releasing her, he laid her down, opened her legs, got on his knees on the floor, and buried his face in her pussy. He gave her long sweeping licks and she pushed her groin into his face. It was not enough. He moved to the bed and once on his back, guided her atop his face and pulled her pussy down so that she sat on his face and bounced up and down on his tongue. He greedily lapped at her cunt, her clit brushing his nose. He ate her with such enthusiasm that she was not long in squirting her cum into his mouth. He kept licking and swallowing enjoying the taste of her. He quickly aroused her again and she started to shiver and grind her hips to his face. She told him how to work his tongue in her nectar dripping pussy and how she loved his tongue fucking. When he thought she was close to her second orgasm, he pushed her backwards and rammed his stiff prick into her sex well and pumped furiously to get deeper inside. They were fucking in earnest now and she was living her fantasy and loving it. The action grew wilder and wilder. Their groins slammed together and their sex talk bounced off the walls of the room. Her cunt muscles gripped him and he knew she was cumming. This caused his juices to bubble up from his other nut and gush forth into her waiting pussy. She milked him dry as she yelled, “Oh God”, loudly in his ear. The fuck was fantastic. When they spiraled downward, he gently held her in his arms and murmured sweet words to her and softly caressed her face. They cuddled and talked into the night and she finally realized she had to get up and go home. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to stay with him for she did, but men have a tendency to see things a little clearer after cumming, and she didn’t want to feel the rejection he would likely show when he could take a good look at her average face and
body. She
was so use to it that it did not bother her that he didn’t stop her. She asked politely if she could shower and he said yes. When she dressed and walked to the door, he simply said goodbye and she quietly closed the door.
What was his name? She couldn’t remember him saying it to her. Did she feel dirty, used….no, not at all. For one night she had been held and sexed. She did not suffer because of it, on the contrary. She had lived out one of her many fantasies that formed in her head whenever she looked twice at something interesting. What did it matter that it didn’t lead to anything more. There was really no guarantee that there was anything more out there anyway. Maybe, just maybe she would do this again sometime…………..and now I must touch my wetness as I am feeling very hot and uncontrollably horny right now. You must excuse me because sometimes my erotic tales cause my pussy to take them personally.

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  1. Benjie

    Should help anyone’s fantasies

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    Should help anyone’s fantasies

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