My Body, His Canvas

Pleasing me

Pleasing me

I lay down next to him as he held his head, still in awe of the pleasure I made him feel. "I'm thirsty, do you have anything to drink?" He questioned. "Do you want water or coke"?  "What"? He questioned. "Do you want water or coke"? I repeated a little louder with clearer movement of the mouth. "Water... No, coke is better". With that I wrapped my towel around my torso again to retrieve the bottle of coke and a glass of water for myself. He helped himself as did I. After two full glasses of cola his dick was erect again and a sinister smile formed itself on my face. He was kind of weird and I liked it. I was done with my drink first so I was first to lie back down on the bed as well. It didn't take very long before he joined me. "It's so hot in here". He said before he got up again to put the fan on its highest speed.

"Lie down". He ordered as did I. I lay down on my back, anxiously, awaiting the things he would do to me. The bed felt soft underneath my skin and I felt at ease. He kissed my lips with his cold and sugarcoated ones. I tasted the coke and it made the kiss ten times sweeter. He went on and showered my upper body with open mouthed kisses like I did to him. And it felt as pleasing as when you'd be freezing and someone would put warm buttons on you. I was so pleased. His fingers stroked along my groin with a sudden swift movement, causing me to hitch at the jolt that I felt go through my spine. Not long after, he teased me with the warmth and wetness of his tongue. And my body trembled underneath his touch. I let my fingers sink through his shortly cut hair. It was my way of showing him he did well, matching my expectations. A little while later he teased some more and I bore my nails into the sheets, but it was brief. He came up from under to look up at me again. "It's not fair." I complained and he responded, however, I did not understand what he said and I didn't feel like asking him to repeat it, because I felt like I already did that too often since he had arrived. He got up off the bed to retrieve one of the condoms then he jumped back on and sat tall on his folded legs as he coolly took the condom out of the package. I remember how impressed I was at how fast and how easily he did that. I couldn't help but wonder how many times he actually did this before. In the meantime he rolled the condom over his length with difficulty, it seemed, because he scrunched up his face a little. After he succeeded to wear the condom, he wanted to know if it was alright if he lubed me up with his saliva. And I let him know that it was fine and he proceeded to do so. He tried penetrating me, but I was way too tight. It hurt tremendously and he wasn't planning on having me shout, since my people were home. So he pushed one or two fingers inside of me to help me relax and loosen up my walls, before he tried again.

He placed my legs on his shoulders before his hardened length, slowly, made its way into my vagina. The pain I felt was almost indescribable, it burned, but not a lot. It pressed against my walls to a point where it felt like needles were poking through my flesh. I winced at the pain, but he shut me up by placing his thumb into my mouth for me to suck on. I must've pained him too, because I bore my nails into his thighs and bit him a little too hard, or so I thought. After a while the burning sensation got less and the pleasure took over me. "Oh" I softly moaned. "Shhh". He warned, but I didn't listen, I kept on moaning. "You're going to wake them. Shhh". He warned again and I obeyed. My breathing got heavier and I began to sweat. "You feel so good". He complimented as he kept thrusting his hips back and forth. "Damn, girl".
I was flattered with his comments and the way he pleased me so I cupped his face and whispered things to him, which by the way, I'm sure he didn't understand. Otherwise he would have mentioned it to me the day after. "You're so beautiful. Yes, it feels good like that, don't stop". I'm sure he heard the "it feels good" and the "don't stop", because I only wanted those words to be heard. My perky breasts were covered in red marks and it reminded me of a song called "Wait for me".

"She'll come to me in a dream
And I don't even know her name
A pretty mark upon her breast
To signify her from the rest
But her and I are just the same
Building bridges outta fame
She stands upon a dinner plate
And tells me that I'll have to wait"

And as it reminded me of the song it woke in me a feeling of care for this stranger whom I had yet to get to know better. And it seemed almost funny that he became a friend through the remembrance of a song. Don't get me wrong, because even though we did communicate for about 4 months, I wasn't sure if my trust in him was a good thing or not. Because I trusted him a whole lot. But in that very moment when I remembered the song, it assured me that I placed my trust in the right stranger. After a while he asked me if I wanted to take the lead and I nodded. He was now the one to lay down and I was the one to roll my hips onto his length. I licked onto my hand to wet my groin again before I let his length penetrate me again. I sharply inhaled when I felt his length go deeper than heretofore. I was almost certain it went so deep, that it poked at my intestines. The feeling wasn't very pleasant, but once I swayed my hips back and forth, slowly, the pleasant feeling from before had taken over me yet again. I moaned and I breathed heavily. My hands couldn't seem to hang still beside my body; they grabbed onto my hair, they caressed my pretty marked breasts, they scratched onto his chest down to his stomach (he loved that) and they wrapped their fingers around his neck. It seemed as if I was in a trance caused by lust and pleasure. I was not there, mentally. For I was in a spiritual place where I finally felt happy with the choice I had made. I chose to gift him my virginity and I felt not one bit of regret.
"Only choke when the sex gets rough, otherwise it's a turn off". He instructed and my hands parted from his neck and rested on the bed next to his head. He sat up to suck some more on my perked breasts while I rode and rode until my body, literally, shocked within his hold. I achieved an orgasm. He sat still for a second, not knowing what was going on. Before, finally, I resumed rolling my hips back and forth again. I don't quite remember what happened after that, but he came and suddenly he ended up playing music from his phone and I felt like dancing. So I got up off the bed and shakily flaunted my naked body in front of him. Standing was almost impossible, because my legs felt weak, but it didn't stop me from giving him a show.
The room was steaming hot and we had no option to cool the temperature down even though the fan was on full blast. So he made do with some more coke. After that we lay down on the bed; he was on his side with his head rested on my chest and I was laying down on my back beside him. He had his pants back on at that time, meanwhile I stayed naked. We spoke about a few things that I can't recall anymore, but as we spoke I felt the most relaxed I had ever been. I ran my fingernails lightly over the skin of his arms to sooth him. I think he fell asleep after a while so I stopped, I closed my eyes and drifted away too. But not long after that, I felt his hand rub against my right arm and my heart began racing in my chest. "Why is your heart beating so fast"? He questioned, but I only shrugged. "It's getting late, do you want to go a last round"? He questioned and I nodded with a small smile plastered on my face. I got up after him when he retrieved a third condom from my desk. And when he turned to me with the condom on, he gestured for me to go onto the bed and I bent down forward. "No, just..." He spoke and I turned around to lie back down on my back. He flung my legs back onto his shoulders and he penetrated me again with ease. "How are you so tight again"? He questioned. I don't know, how am I so tight again? I wanted to say, but I didn't feel like being sarcastic out loud. So I kept the sarcasm to myself and just shot him a fake small smile. This time he went faster and I was almost close to my climax. I moaned aloud and he shoved his thumb into my mouth without warning me and I started sucking on it. "Yes, yes, yes." I whispered fast as I dug my nails into his arms. After a while he wrapped his fingers around my neck as he thrusted his hips forth with higher speed. "Oh yes, don't stop." I kept on whispering. It felt amazing, the feeling that welled up in me was about to release any time now. But he reached his climax before I did, so I was unfortunate to not reach mine. After he caught his breath again he took off his condom and I let him wrap it in a tissue.

Escape plan

He wore his clothes and got ready to leave. I unlocked my bedroom door to guide him out when suddenly I noticed the alarm was back on and my father was awake....