Source: Through Adult Industry News
By: Eve Rhony
Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass: Fresh Meat
Did you know that a female ferret will die if she goes into heat and cannot find a mate?
I know how she feels! When I get the urge, it can seem a bit “live or die”. Last weekend was case in point. “Gagging for it” doesn’t do it justice. I was bandy with lust and on the prowl.
I found him in the touristy bit of town mid afternoon. Sitting at a bar nursing a pint. He watched me enter the bar and smiled as he caught my eye. Friendly, not leery. I ordered a drink standing close to where he sat. We got chatting. He’d come down from London for the weekend with some mates but they’d got separated along the way on an afternoon pub crawl. He was half cut but amusing and lovely looking for a bloke in his early fifties. He didn’t seem bothered by his separation from the gang.
He remembered which hotel he was booked into and I made a mental note of the name in case I had to drop him there in a cab later. He was ripe for the plucking and I proceeded to flirt outrageously as I sipped at my wine. I found myself responding warmly to this stranger, quickly applying sexual innuendo and displaying my open-mindedness and ready humour. I remember thinking, he might be just what I was looking for. Emboldened by my second drink, I reached across to place my hand on his thigh. We grinned at each other. Soon we were stroking each others thighs and gazing at the others’ mouth. Fleeting, smiling eye contact affirming our mutual lust.
“So if you’re free for the next few hours, fancy walking me home?”
Before he could answer I attempted to close the deal and avoid a refusal:
“I only live five minutes away.”
“Sure, it’d be a pleasure” he thanked the barman and we left. He was a little unsteady on his legs but not a burden. Just funny. We laughed our way through the streets arm in arm until we arrived at mine.
“Come on up, have a coffee, chill out for a bit before you hook up for another session with your mates.”
We ascended the stairs, me in front giving him a gander at my wiggle. When I turned to catch his eye he was grinning up at me, a saucy expression of approval on his face.
“This way.” I pressed on up a further staircase.
In the lounge I told him to make himself at home as I put some coffee on. Politely we drank, making small talk.
All the while, whilst lusting, I was checking him out. Making sure, as far as I could, that he wasn’t weird. By the time we finished our drinks I was satisfied with my assessment and made a lunge.
Telling him I fancied him and wanted to have sex seemed to shock and amuse him. I asked him if he’d like to have safe sex with me? No strings. His smile stretched across his face.
“Where do you want me?”
“In the shower with me first.”
We stripped, giggling, especially when he nearly toppled over, climbing out of his jeans. The hot water and the proximity got us both lathered up. I appraised the body pressed up against mine. In good nick and perfect looking cock. I pushed into him, slipping my boobs across his chest and rubbing my thighs along his. When I couldn’t wait any longer I told him to get on my bed. Drying off rapidly we sprawled on the mattress. He reached up to touch me, hold me but I pushed him down. Making him lay flat on his back. I knelt beside him, looking down at his body. I parted my kneeling thighs and taking his hand in mine, forced his forefinger into my cunt.
I knew it would be dripping and he let out a small gasp as he felt it’s silkiness coat his finger. Still holding his hand I pushed it under his nose and made him smell the digit. He breathed me in. I ran the finger across his mouth and pushed it between his lips. He sucked at his own finger, tasting my scent. Then I bent to take his cock in my mouth. I love sucking on an attractive cock and his was beautiful. Not too fat or long. Good for asphyxiating myself without fear of death! Which is what I proceeded to do. Taking him so deep down my throat that I saw stars and had to come up gasping for air. I looked at my guest and his “I can’t believe my luck” expression. I broke his reverie.
“I’ve got to sit on you now, I need to feel you inside me. Afterwards I’ll suck your cock again and sit on your face.”
He didn’t try to hide his pleasure in hearing these words and his cock bounced invitingly in confirmation of his consent.
Just before I straddled him I made him finger me and take his hand to his nose again. While he sniffed at his fingers I bonked away, grinding my cunt against him.
Sitting back, I gave him a full view of my torso and stretched pussy. I reached down and strummed at my clit for a bit. He stared down, this time with a “I can’t believe what a dirty cow she is” expression. I leaned forward again, lowering my tits into his mouth, forcing him to suck and lick at the swollen nipples.
“I’m going to come on you now” I announced, quite matter-of-factly.
I grunted out a grateful orgasm as I buried his face in my cleavage.
When I regained my breath I climbed off, tentatively, not wanting to disturb the juice on his erection. Once again I knelt at his side and tenderly caressed his gleaming cock with my tongue. Stroking his tightened ball sack. Gently I placed my knees either side of his head and as I lowered my dripping cunt onto his face I sank his knob into my throat. I cupped his balls as I massaged and sucked, sometimes deep, sometimes teasing the sensitive head. Wriggling my hole over his nose and mouth, I slurped and gagged happily until his ball sack shrank further and I knew he was ready to come. Now a strangers spunk is not something I want to swallow necessarily but I don’t mind it splashed all over my body, so lifting my self up at the crucial moment, hot jiz splattered my tits and chin. Lovely.
“Another coffee before you go?”
His mates were never going to believe the afternoon he’d had.
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