Fuck from Afar

A man in another city, who came to me after developing a fascination for my face and ass. When he arrived, he knelt behind me, pushed my skirt over my hips, and buried his face between my cheeks. I could feel his tongue probing, so I pushed back against him. His hands were on my thighs, I felt them tighten around me at the moment his tongue reached my anus.

He pushed against me, indicating that I was to lean forward. I obliged, giving him full access. His tongue laved against me for what seemed like hours. His cock I could see through my spread legs, hard and ruddy. His hands moved up and down my legs, fingers pawing at my toes. He turned me around, steadied me with one hand, and pulled my right foot to his face. He took my toes, all of them, into my mouth. I put my head back, not in ecstasy, but so as not to show my suppressed giggle. I looked back down at him, with his mouth stretched wide around my foot, at his purplish cock bobbing below, and felt myself move away from my body. I could participate, but my mind was removed.

We shifted to the bed, his cock was deep in my ass. It was not large, there was no struggle. His face as he attempted to hold his cum. His hands with their long fingers on either side of me. The feel of his balls against me. I could not help myself, I came.

He flipped me over, pushed into my cunt. His face, still, contorted. He was at it and at it. I came for him. And came again. His face was so emotive. His cock growing larger in me, his eyes squinched, sweat dripping from his brow. I am on the ceiling looking down, and underneath him looking up. My body is all around him. I speak to him, filthy. Things that have no right to be said. He cums instantly, lip tucked under his front teeth, grunting. I fell back down into my body, and pushed him off me.