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Chapter 2

The following day I got nothing done. The only thing I could think of was Charlene. Her pussy, the way she wriggled from my tongue, feeling her tense up as she came with my face in between her thighs. Of course, it was too tempting not to imagine fucking her, even though at this point I still didn’t even know what she looked like fully naked. In fact, I really only knew one thing about her, but in fairness had become quite familiar with it. As I thought about it, I was sure it would have been ecstasy to slide into her, to look into her eyes as she took me inside her. I wondered if she would let me cum on her face, or even put a load inside her. I could just imagine her womb milking the cum out of me, then pulling out and watching it drip out slowly, before kissing her and cuddling.

As I thought back to last night, I wondered if I should have asked to fuck her, or insisted she reciprocate the favour? I didn’t want to be pushy, but it did seem a little unfair. Still, I figured women went down on men all the time and never were reciprocated, so why not return the favour on behalf of my gender? Besides, I was sure she’d fuck me tonight as a thank you for the orgasms. I contemplated jerking off before I left to make sure I had the stamina to keep her satisfied, but decided not to.

Charlene lived by herself in a small basement apartment. As I walked down the stairs I had to duck in order to avoid the overhang. She came to the door wearing a black see-through nightie, which supported her tits well, and a pair of black lace panties that matched. I remember she smelled of the same perfume she’d been wearing at the party, but her hair still apparently hadn’t been washed, which for some reason turned me on. I awkwardly took my shoes off while she stood there in her lingerie, staring down at me. As soon as I stood up she kissed me, and led me into the bedroom.

The apartment was pretty messy, with clothes strewn about everywhere. There were some empty beer and wine bottles on the floor, her bong and rolling tray on the coffee table, and the kitchen had a small pile of dishes waiting to be cleaned. It wasn’t disgusting, but it was by no means clean, and it was clear she hadn’t made an effort to clean up on my account.

My heart was racing in my chest as she led me into her bedroom. I couldn’t help but notice the lube on her dresser next to a pile of magnum condoms. It was a little off-putting, but who was I to say anything. I stood there, nervous, and unsure what to do, realizing we hadn’t spoken a word to each other since I entered the apartment. She turned around and kissed me deeply. It was a different kiss than last time: more passionate and loving; gentle, as if to say she actually cared about me. It lasted a minute or two while she allowed my hands to timidly explore her body. She took my shirt off, then sank down to her knees, keeping blazing eye contact with me.

Undoing my belt and jeans, she pulled my pants and boxers down to expose my rock hard cock. It sprang up, and she spit on it, then began stroking, while still watching me. Lovingly, she moved forward and very sensually kissed the tip. While still stroking with one hand, she put it in her wet mouth and sucked. My whole body shivered as she continued, a little more forcefully now. Her other hand reached up and cupped my balls, teasing and playing with them. Although I had only had one other blowjob before, I was certain they couldn’t get much better than this one.

And suddenly, I felt myself losing control. I tried to back away from her, to give myself more time, so she let go. Unfortunately, instead of controlling myself, my cock ended up cumming all over the floor without being touched.

Her look of surprise quickly turned into one of amusement, and she tried to stifle a laugh, then sat back on her calves.

“I’m so sorry… that doesn’t normally happen, it’s just… I guess I’m still a little pent up from last night.”

I watched her put her hand down and swirl one of the pools of cum around on the ground, like she was contemplating it. “It’s ok, I can have that effect on people.”

Standing up, she put the finger that had been playing with my cum to her lips, and cleaned it off. “Here,” she guided me to the bed. We lay down, me naked and her still in lingerie.

“I still don’t know very much about you,” she said, looking into my eyes. I couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking her shoulder through the gauze of her nightie.

“Well, there’s not much to tell. I’m in my last year of university and terrified of graduating. I’m still deciding whether or not I’ll go to grad school, but I don’t know if I really have any other options.” I paused. “What about you? George told me you have a degree in archaeology.”

“Yeah, I got my degree a few years ago and bursa escort have been trying to find a job ever since. I should probably go back to school, but for now I’m waitressing downtown. The tips aren’t bad, and usually there’s someone to go drinking with after my shift ends. It does feel a little dead-end, but I figure I’m allowed a few years to have fun.” It was spoken unconvincingly.

“Fun is always worthwhile. I mean, I don’t exactly have a tonne of it myself, but I’ve heard it’s supposed to be good.”

“A big stud like you not having fun? I imagine you beating the girls away with a stick,” she smiled flirtatiously, half mockingly.

“You might think that, but the reality would surprise you.”

We looked at each other. It was the first of many times I would try to get a read on her, to understand what she was thinking while stunned by her. In contrast, she looked at me like she knew everything about me. It was very disconcerting.

“But that kinda begs the question, what was last night all about? I mean, I didn’t think we were exactly getting on.”

She smiled again, “Well, I think you’re very cute. And, probably because of some deep psychological fault of mine, I have a bit of a thing for men that are…” she paused and smiled again, “I guess you could say meek. I hope you’re not offended.”

In reality I was a little taken aback, but it isn’t in my nature to say anything. “No, I get it.”

“I just loved the way you responded to me fucking with you. And then when Gabby slapped you, I felt bad but was also super turned on. So I thought I would make it up to you.”

“By making me go down on you?”

She laughed. “Well, initially I was going to go down on you, but it felt better to have it go the other way. Don’t you think?”

“It did feel kind of natural,” I admitted reluctantly.

“But I was very appreciative of it! It’s been a really long week, and I needed a release. And after you figured out what I liked, you did an amazing job.”

“Why has it been a long week?”

“Just work stuff, and Gabby has been being super flaky.”

“How so?”

Charlene paused. “Well, if you really want to know why don’t you lick me and I’ll tell you all about it.”

The next hour was very similar to the night before. I moved in between her pussy and ass while she went into detail about her coworkers, boss, and the tension between her and Gabby, while occasionally instructing me as to how to please her.

As she had finished venting and was finishing another orgasm, she asked, “Do you think you’re up to fucking me now?”

“Oh my God, yes,” I exclaimed, my cock having been rock hard for the last hour.

I climbed on top of her, missionary style, and slid my cock into her wet pussy easily. Her warmth felt amazing surrounding my dick. She moaned as I put it into her, keeping eye contact. We kissed, as I thrust in and out of her gently. I noticed she wasn’t bucking against me, nor was I trying to pound into her, but just enjoyed the connection between our two bodies.

After about ten minutes of fucking (a personal record for me at the time), I told her I was getting close and she gave me permission to cum inside her. I have to admit, it was one of the greatest moments of my life, feeling my cum spurt into her womb like that. I pulled out, my cock dripping with my cum and hers intermixed.

We lay there, both aglow. “For sex that didn’t make me cum, that was incredibly intense.”

By then I knew what Charlene looked like cumming, so the fact she didn’t orgasm wasn’t a surprise, but it still stung to hear it said allowed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you to cum.”

“That’s ok, it’s hard for me to cum during sex, and you gave me so many other great ones anyways.”

Charlene and I made out for a little while longer, then began to spoon. Pathetically, I had never actually slept with a woman before. I mean, I had had sex once, but never physically fallen asleep next to a woman at that point in my life. The thought of falling asleep next to someone made me a little anxious, but as I was holding her we melted into one and dozed off together.

The next morning I woke up holding her. We fucked again and I came inside her for the second time. Although she was closer to cumming this time around, she still wasn’t able to from just my cock alone. Lying next to her, she urged me to go down on her.

“But I just came inside you.”

“So you expect me to eat your cum when you won’t? That doesn’t seem very fair to me.”

Although I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, I couldn’t deny she had a point. I was also desperately trying to stay in her good books, so I went down on her, eating up my cum from her pussy and giving her a couple of orgasms. Then she went down on me and gave me a hand job, although bursa escort bayan my cock was so milked dry at that point only a few drops of cum dribbled from the tip into her mouth.

We lay back in bed together. Neither of us had anything to do that day, so we had decided to hang out and get to know each other, although apparently it would have to happen from the bedroom.

“What’s that poster behind your bed?” It was a picture of a beautiful blonde woman, dressed in a lovely white dress.

“It’s Desdemona from Othello. I always liked her, although I think she got the shaft in that play, so to speak.” She paused. “I fucked a guy once I imagined to be the spitting image of Othello. He was great in bed.”

“It’s too bad, you’re as close as I’ve come to Desdemona.”

Looking at me softly, she said, “You haven’t had much experience have you?”

“Not really. I’ve really only had two women. The first was just a blow job, and honestly, I came pretty much as soon as she put my dick in her mouth.”

Charlene laughed.

“That’s not the worst of it. I kind of surprised her by cumming, so she spat it back all over me, covering me in my own cum.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing,” she cackled.

“The second wasn’t much better, I managed to actually make it to fucking her, but I came inside her in probably about a minute. I mean, you know what that’s like.”

“I’m starting to understand.”

“The second girl was much more understanding, although there wasn’t a second date.”

“Well, I’m honoured to be your third.”

“You seem a lot more experienced than I am. I don’t even know if I want to know what your number is.”

“Let’s just say it’s up there. I’m a bit of a glutton when it comes to fucking. I can never get quite enough.”

“I mean, you can tell me more about them. I feel like I’m in a position to learn about sex, and you’ve been a great teacher so far.”

“Well, if you really want to know more, maybe we can play a little game of truth or dare? That way I get something for my efforts.”

I agreed, so we both sat up in bed across from each other. “Truth, since you want to know more about my past,” she said.

“Umm, how many guys have you fucked?”

“35. Your turn.”

Not as bad as I had imagined, oddly. “I’ll take dare, since you already know most of my truths.”

“Hmmm. You know where you came last night on my lovely laminate floors? Well it’s not going to clean itself. Why don’t you lick the stain off for me.”

It was becoming clear that spending any amount of time with Charlene meant having your limits pushed. I really wasn’t sure about this, but some reason the idea did revive my cock a little. So, reluctantly, I got down on my hands and knees where the dried patch of cum was and licked it off the ground, Charlene laughing in the background.

“Make sure it’s clean! I can see it from up here.” I went over it a few more times like some kind of dog, then looked down to see the floor looking good as new.

“Ok, that was really disgusting.”

“Mmm, but I loved that you did it for me,” she smiled. I noticed how her smile had a way of turning from cruel to kind so quickly. “Ok, I’m going to pick truth again, just for fun.”

I was kind of hoping she’d have picked dare so I could get back at her, but I guess that was ok. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Ooo, that’s a tough one. I guess it was probably when these two guys gave me a golden shower in a hotel room. They were both in town on business, and I guess knew each other that way, and I met them at the hotel bar where I was drinking with my friend. They brought me back to one of their hotel rooms and fucked me for a solid hour or two. It was so intense. I don’t know if they had done this kind of thing together before or not, but they were oddly on the same page when it came to being dominant, both of them calling me names, slapping me around, spanking, choking, etc. Sometimes one would hold my arms down, then put his balls in my mouth while the other fucked my ass. I can be really submissive with the right people, so was kind of getting into it. Towards the end of the night we were all a little drunk, and they both needed to pee, and somehow they just ended up pissing on me in the bathtub. One of them even held my mouth open and made me drink the other’s piss. At the end they both came on my face then took pictures of me, and I was way too turned on to deny them. I have to admit it was very hot. Definitely one of the nastier things I’ve done.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There were so many emotions flooding my brain: jealousy, envy, intimidation… Picturing Charlene being degraded in such a way was a huge turn on, even though I thought that, logically, this story should make me very escort bursa upset. Charlene looked down and smiled as she took hold of my erect cock.

“I see you liked my story. Maybe sometime I’ll tell you another one. You know I have lots.”

“I bet you do. And I should be upset with you.”

“But you’re too horny to be upset, aren’t you? I knew your type when we first chatted at the party. You love this shit.” She stroked my cock just a little, gently teasing it. “I think it’s your turn. You’re not done playing yet, are you?”

“Right, the game. I guess I choose truth.”

“Hmm, ok. If those two guys were here now, interrupting our very special, romantic little game, would you like to see them treat me the way they did? Would you watch as they pissed on me?”

The question made my heart leap into my throat. “Well, I guess I kinda would like to see you be fucked in that way. As long as I could join in?”

Charlene smiled again, “Well of course. I don’t know how long you’d last, though.”

The truth of what she said hurt a little. “Well, it’s your turn now. What do you think? Finally going to let me dare you?”

“Fine, if you insist. I choose dare.”

“Alright, well obviously I want to piss on you.”

“Oh yeah?” She stroked me a little more vigorously. “Well, let’s head to the bathroom.”

I followed her in, and she took her nightie off and knelt down in the tub. To my surprise she leaned in to give my cock a quick suck, which made it nice and hard.

Now, I have had a shy bladder in the past, but as far as I’m concerned this was the distant past. I certainly didn’t think it would happen in such a comfortable, intimate moment. However, my occasionally shy bladder coupled with my raging erection apparently posed a problem. And as I strained to actually urinate, and she looked up at me with confusion turning to amusement, the anxiety and shyness of my bladder seemed to only get worse, until I felt like I was so far away from being able to pee that the entire venture was completely hopeless.

“Having trouble?”

“I guess I didn’t have to go as badly as I thought I did.”

She laughed. “Well, it’s ok. Although who knows if you’ll ever have the opportunity again.”

I couldn’t believe I wasn’t able to actually man up and piss on her, but I hoped there would be other times, despite her taunting.

“Ok, it’s your turn. Truth or dare,” she said, getting up out of the tub and giving me a quick, reassuring kiss.

“I guess I’ll take dare.”

“Hmmm, well I think it’s fitting that I get to give you a golden shower. I mean, it’s only fair, right?”

As would happen many times in our relationship, I probably should have seen that coming.

“Ok. I guess.” Reluctantly I got on my knees in the tub and looked up at her while she placed one leg on the wall of the bath to give her the best angle.

“Open up.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“Yeah, but it’d really turn me on. You want to see me turned on, right?”

Fuelled more by horniness more than logic, I opened my mouth and looked up at her. I wasn’t waiting long, as she immediately let go and pissed in my mouth and all over me. It flooded my mouth so quickly I had no choice but to spit it out. “Hey! Keep it open and swallow.” She was so confident in her command that I did it, no questions asked. It was salty tasting, and oddly enough I didn’t dislike it. As she finished she had completely drenched me in her piss, and the warmth was starting to wear off just a little, making me gain some version of post-nut clarity, even though I was jacking off slowly in a pool of her piss.

“Don’t forget to lick me clean.” Looking up at her beautiful naked body, posed on the side of the tub, her perfect flowered pussy and perfect teardrop tits, I had no time to think of my shame. Instead, I licked up pussy clean, making sure there wasn’t a drop of piss left.

After that it was only natural to take a shower and have lunch together. We continued to talk more and found we actually had some shared interests outside of sex: we both were big fans of film, and also big bookworms, something I wouldn’t have necessarily guessed about her from the start. Yet I’ve heard smart people are supposed to be the kinkiest, and she was certainly very smart. She was also a big fan of cooking, and I had been bartending for the last couple of years on the side, so together we made a stellar combination. Actually, the frittata she had whipped up for lunch was absolutely delicious.

After lunch we went to a movie at an independent theatre downtown, then came back for supper. There was hardly a lull in the conversation, as we kept going on and on about people we knew, and opinions we had. We finished our day together at a wonderful restaurant, had a few glasses of wine, then we kissed goodnight. Considering how depraved the previous night and morning was, our first proper date was wonderfully traditional and pleasant. It was hard to leave her at the end of the night, but we both had work to do the next day, so it had to be done.

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