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I was in the kitchen, the hum of the old fridge mingling with the sizzle of garlic in the pan when I heard the faint knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. I’d been nervously arranging the flowers on the table for the past half hour, rechecking the wine, and fussing over the placement of the cushions on the couch. The glass of Merlot I’d poured for myself sat half-empty on the counter, and I took a deep breath before heading to answer the door.

There he was—Tom, standing in that navy jumper that looked knit just for him. His hair was just a bit tousled, the kind of look that seemed effortless but probably took ages to perfect. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling my cheeks warm as I welcomed him. “Evening, Tom. Come in, make yourself at home.”

He gave me a grin that made my heart flutter, and I ushered him into the living room. The space was a little too cosy, if I’m honest, but it felt intimate in a good way. The candles flickering on the coffee table and the soft glow of the fairy lights strung around the bookshelves added a touch of romance I hadn’t planned on but was more than happy to embrace.

“So, what do you reckon to the place?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I knew how casual I must have sounded, but I was a bundle of nerves inside.

Tom looked around, his eyes lighting up with genuine appreciation. “It’s lovely, Sarah. Warm and inviting.” He sat on the couch, and I followed, perching on the opposite end. There was a slight shift in the air, tangible electricity that made me shiver despite the room’s warmth.

We made small talk for a while—chit-chat about the weather, a few jokes about my cooking, and the latest news. But my mind was a million miles away, tangled up in thoughts of what might happen next. I could see Tom’s eyes occasionally darting to mine, his gaze lingering just a bit too long for it to be purely friendly.

He took a sip of wine and set the glass down with a slight clink, leaning back a little as if trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, and I wondered whether he felt the same way I did. The space between us felt charged, every second stretched taut with potential.

Tom’s laughter, a warm and rich sound, broke through my reverie. “You know,” he said, “I never imagined I’d end up here, chatting with you like this. It’s quite nice.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, though my nerves were still dancing beneath the surface. “Glad to hear you think so. I’ve been a bit of a bundle of nerves tonight, to be honest.”

How he looked at me then, with those soft, searching eyes, made me wonder if he felt it, too. The tension was almost palpable, like a string pulled tight between us. I wanted to reach out, close the distance, and see if he’d respond.

I invited him to my flat for a glass of wine one evening. I wanted to test the waters, to see if he was as into me as I was into him.

I could feel our tension as soon as he walked through the door. I knew that we both wanted the same thing.

We sat on the couch, making small talk, but my mind was elsewhere. My heart was racing, each beat a drumroll leading up to an uncertain climax. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I wished the evening would either reveal our fate or end so I could breathe easy once more.

Tom’s laughter, a warm and rich sound, broke through my reverie. “You know,” he said, “I never imagined I’d end up here, chatting with you like this. It’s quite nice.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, though my nerves were still dancing beneath the surface. “Glad to hear you think so. I’ve been a bit of a bundle of nerves tonight, to be honest.”

“Likewise though, normally a guy just wants to get into my knickers; most guys just want a bit of fanny, don’t they,” I said as I eyed him up.

“Well, I hope you know that’s not all I’m after. Sarah loves how you talk about Fanny,” he said, looking me straight in the eye.

“I once had sex for an American. I mentioned Fanny, and he tried to take me up the ass; haha, I had to explain what it means in British slang was so funny. We did anal anyway, so,” I said as I saw him altering his crotch.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just said. I’d never been so bold before, especially with someone like Tom. But something about him made me feel like I could be myself unapologetically. He was slightly surprised, but his eyes shone with curiosity and interest.

“Really?” he asked, leaning forward a little. “That’s…interesting.”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks but didn’t back down. I held his gaze, challenging him to keep up. “Yes. And it was…an experience.”

I caught him staring at my cleavage, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the sight. “Well, Sarah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m a man who appreciates a good experience.”

“Are you, now?” I replied, arching an eyebrow. I lean forward as my tits dangle in my blouse, and I don’t have a bra.

Before I knew what was happening, Tom had closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. “Yes,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine. “I am.”

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I felt my breath hitch. I leaned in, our lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss that made my head spin. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and dip as if he were trying to memorise me.

“You’re bloody gorgeous, Sarah,” he murmured against my lips, his hands cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my blouse. “I’ve wanted to do this since meeting you.”

We started to kiss slowly and deeply, and I felt his hand on my bum as he squeezed my ass cheek.

I let out a soft moan as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that set my pulse racing. His hands roamed my body. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but squirm with anticipation.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he muttered, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I want you so badly.”

“Mmm, patience,” I whispered in his ears, I teased him as I talked about my pussy in his ear.

“My pussy, it’s so wet right now. Mmm baby, the texture is velvety soft, the folds glistening with desire.” I take his hand and put them in my jogging bottoms and on my knickers, “can you feel it, with your fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips, oh baby!”

I let out a soft moan as Tom’s fingers found their way to my pussy, tracing the outline of my lips through the thin fabric of my knickers. I was soaked with desire, and the feeling of his fingers on me was almost unbearable in its intensity.

“You’re bloody drenched, Sarah,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I can feel how wet you are.”

His hand slipped past the waistband on my knickers and started rubbing my cunt.

“Did I say you could put your hand inside,” I smirked and gave a sinful look.

“I couldn’t resist, Sarah, you can touch my cock if you like,” Tom said, his voice low and husky.

I couldn’t resist the temptation, reaching down to grasp his cock through the fabric of his trousers. I gave a gentle squeeze, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath my fingers.

“Oh, Tom, you’re so fucking hard for me, such a naughty boy,” I murmured, stroking him gently as I continued to kiss him.

We continued to kiss as he slowly rubbed my pussy; he took my hand and put it in his pants.

“Ah, Sarah, you feel so good,” Tom groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

His cock was hard and hot in my hand, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through the veins that ran along its length. My hand was sticky with precum, “Someone excited,” I giggled.

I began to stroke him, my hand gliding up and down his shaft with a practised ease. I could feel him grow harder in my grip, and I revelled in the power of pleasuring him like this.

He broke the kiss, his breath hot and heavy against my cheek. “Sarah, I need to taste you.”

“Ssh, not yet, baby. You will when I say, for now, talk to me dirty; what would you do to my pussy,” I said in a demanding way.

“I want to bury my face between your legs, Sarah,” he groaned, his fingers working magic on my slick, swollen flesh. “I want to lick and taste every inch of you, feeling your desire coating my tongue. And when you’re good and ready, I want to slide my cock inside you, filling you up in a way only I can.”

“Mmmm, sounds hot, baby. Is that all you’re wanting to do,” I teased him.

“No, Sarah, there’s so much more I want to do to you,” Tom growled, his fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm that made me dizzy with pleasure.

I took his hand out of my knickers, “want me to suck you off.”

“Hell fucking yeah, I would love that, Sarah,” Tom said, his breath ragged with desire.

I dropped to my knees before him, my hands quickly undoing the zip of his trousers and pulling them down, along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, a beautiful, thick specimen that I couldn’t wait to taste. I wrapped my hand around the base, giving it a gentle squeeze as I leaned in to flick my tongue over the tip.

Tom’s groan was guttural and primal, and it spurred me on. I took him fully into my mouth, savouring the taste of him, the velvety texture of his skin against my tongue. I started to bob my head up and down, setting a rhythm that I knew would drive him wild.

His hands fisted in my hair, guiding me as he thrust his hips forward. I let him take control, focusing on the sensation of him filling my mouth, the way he groaned and gasped with pleasure. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, my desire building with every sound he made.

“Fuck, suck my cock, babe,” he said slowly as he heavy breathed.

I could feel his pleasure building, every thrust of his hips becoming more urgent, more insistent. His fingers clenched in my hair, guiding me in a rhythm that matched his own. I could hear the wet sounds of my mouth on his cock, the filthy, sensual noises that we were making together.

I reached up to cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently as I continued to suck him off. Tom’s breathing grew more ragged, his groans becoming more frequent, more desperate.

I suddenly stopped; I looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Stopped mid-way, is something wrong, babe?” Tom asked, looking confused.

I simply smiled, licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. “Not at all, but I need some attention myself. Did I mention I was shaving my fanny yesterday evening, as smooth as you’ll ever fucking get it?”

He groaned at my revelation. “Let me taste then; I am going to destroy that cunt of yours,” he muttered, pulling me up and taking me to the armchair.

“Right then, babe, let’s see what we’ve got here.” Tom’s voice was low and husky, his eyes dark with desire as he gently pushed me back into the armchair.

He knelt between my legs, his hands gently pushing my jogging bottoms and knickers down my thighs. I shivered as the cool air hit my bare skin, my pussy already wet and swollen with anticipation.

“Fuck, Sarah, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” Tom’s voice was reverent, his eyes roaming over my body with an almost worshipful gaze.

He leaned forward, his breath hot against my skin as he slowly kissed his way up my inner thigh. I couldn’t help but moan, my hips lifting off the chair as his lips got closer and closer to my pussy.

When his mouth finally reached my cunt, it was like a spark being lit. I cried out, my back arching off the chair as his tongue flicked over my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, Tom, that feels so good,” I gasped, my hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. I pulled him closer, needing more of his touch.

“I am just getting started, your a needy little bitch ain’t you,” Tom said, his voice low and teasing as he continued to devour me. His tongue swirled around my clit, his fingers sliding in and out of me with my fanny juice coating his fingers.

I held his head, pulling his face hard on my cunt, “Um, baby, that feels so good, don’t stop, please,” I moaned, my hips bucking off the chair as he continued to lick and suck my clit.

He stretched my pussy open and munched away, “Oh fuck Sarah, can’t wait to shag the fuck out of you.”

The intensity of the sensations coursing through me was almost overwhelming. Tom’s mouth on my pussy, his fingers inside me, was a symphony of pleasure that I never wanted to end.

“You ready for my dick yet,” he said as he continued to lick the inside of my pussy.

“Patience, babe, you horny fucker, I’m getting there, Tom; just a bit more teasing, and I’ll be begging for your cock, and shag the fuck out of me as you call it,” I panted, my hips bucking wildly as he continued to feast on me.

He spent the next 10 minutes eating me out and fingering me hard and I was so horny as a motherfucker.

“Please, Tom, I need your cock,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“About fucking time,” he got up and slouched me in the chair as he positioned his cock directly at my pussy.

With one swift thrust, Tom buried himself deep inside me, filling me up in a way that made me gasp with pleasure. The feeling of him inside me was indescribable, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain that I never wanted to end.

He began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth as he filled me up over and over again. I could feel every inch of him, the thick, hard length of him rubbing against my most sensitive spots.

Tom’s hands roamed my body, gripping my hips as he pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my skin with a possessive hunger. I wrapped my legs around his waist, “Give me everything you have, Tom. I fucking dare you to fucking the living shit out of me, I can take it rough. Be rough and vile.”

“Ok, you asked for it bitch; I am going to fuck you raw and unapologetic,” Tom growled, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. He took me with a primal intensity that made me feel utterly possessed, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside me with every stroke.

“You like that, don’t you, Sarah?” Tom grunted, his voice low and guttural. “You like being fucked like a dirty little whore?”

“Yes, Tom, yes!” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck me harder, give me everything you’ve got!”

He grabbed my throat as he pounded into me, “Argh take my cock, you fucking little bitch, you filthy, dirty girl,” he groaned, his hips slamming into me with a force that stole my breath away. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, every thrust of his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Tom’s fingers tightened around my throat, the pressure sending a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me. “You’re mine, Sarah,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. “Mine to do with as I please.”

“Yes, Tom, I’m yours,” I gasped, my hands reaching up to cling to his arms as I surrendered myself to him completely. “Use me, take me, fuck me, um, ah, give it to me harder.”

“BEG me bitch, beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock inside your tight, wet cunt. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you, to make you scream with pleasure.”

“Please, Tom, I beg you,” I panted, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me, Mmmmm oh fuck.”

“I can’t hear you, Sarah,” I nearly choked as he squeezed tighter, his cock was pounding me hard. The hardest I have ever been fucked.

Tom’s thrusts became more frenzied, his cock driving into me with a raw, primal intensity that left me breathless. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, the pleasure building inside me to a crescendo that I knew would soon shatter me.

“Beg for it, Sarah,” Tom demanded, his voice low and guttural. “Beg for my cock.”

“Please, Tom, I beg you,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with desire, “I need your cock inside me. Keep fucking me fuck, fucking fuck me, to make me scream with pleasure. Please, Tom, please, give it to me harder.”

He got me in pile driver position as I was squashed into the small armchair; he slapped my pussy hard before pushing back inside me.

“Oh, fuck, Tom, you’re hitting me just right,” I moaned, my hands gripping the edges of the armchair as he pounded into me. “Mmm, yes, keep going, harder, fucking harder.”

Each thrust of his cock felt like a shockwave reverberating through my entire body, building the tension inside me to a crescendo that I couldn’t wait to crash through. Tom’s fingers were still wrapped tightly around my throat, adding an edge of fear that only heightened the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you, Sarah?” Tom growled, his thrusts becoming slower, more deliberate, as he drove me to the brink of climax. “You’re going to cum all over my cock, aren’t you? ARNT YOU.”

“YES, Tom,” I gasped, my breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. “I’m going to fucking cum for you, mmm, harder, you dirty, fucking bastard. I love how your treating me, be more nasty please baby.”

“Oh, fuck, Tom, I’m so close,” I cried out, my fingers digging into the armrests as he slammed into me. “I’m going to come, so hard, just keep going, don’t stop.”

I watched him above me, the angry look on his face as he took this role seriously, as he piledrives fucking my dirty pussy.

“Is that all… all you got,” I tested his patience.

“You’re testing my patience, Sarah?” he growled, pulling his cock out of me. He stood me up and spun me around, and pushed me so I went headfirst into the chair. Then his hand came down hard on my arse. The sound of his slap echoed through the room, followed by a sharp cry from me.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. “Yes, I am. I want to see what you’re really made of.”

Tom’s hand came down on my arse again, leaving a red mark on my skin. The pain only added to the pleasure, a heady mix of sensations that left me dizzy with desire.

“You want more, Sarah?” Tom asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You want to see what I’m really made of?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. “Give it to me, Tom. Show me what you can do.”

Tom didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my hips and slid inside my pussy from behind. OMG, how he talked to and treated me turned me on so much.

“Fuck, Sarah, you feel so good,” Tom groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my skin with a possessive hunger. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of my own, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

“What do you want, Tom?” I asked, breathless with pleasure. I wanted to hear him talk to me, to share the filthy thoughts going through his mind. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

Tom’s hand came down on my arse once again, the sound ringing through the room followed by a sharp cry of pleasure from me. His other hand reached around, finding my clit as he continued to fuck me.

“You want to know what I will do to you, Sarah?” Tom growled, each word punctuated by the slap of his flesh against mine. “You want to know what the dirty bastard inside of me wants to do with this tight, wet, filthy cunt of yours? I’m going to make you scream, bring you to the edge with every thrust, every rub of my fingers against this swollen little clit of yours.”

“Yes, Tom. Yes,” I gasped, my hips bucking back to meet his forceful thrusts. With each word, he plunged deeper inside of me, filling me in a way that made every nerve ending in my body sing with pleasure. He was a man possessed, and I was his willing companion.

He treated me like a piece of dirty meat and fucked me like one too, and I loved it.

I could feel myself getting close, the tension building to a breaking point. Tom’s hand on my throat, the relentless thrusting of his cock, and his filthy words pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

He then let go of my throat and squeezed my face, my cheeks squeezed. “You’re going to cum for me, Sarah,” Tom growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re going to cum all over my cock do you understand bitch.”

He rubbed my clit rough and fast in circles as he harpooned my cunt super hard fucking my touch.

“Yes, Tom, yes!” I screamed, my body shaking as the first waves of orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper inside me as I came harder than I ever had before.

“Arghhhh, FUUUUCK TOM,” I screamed as my pussy exploded, clenching around his cock in spasms of pleasure. He kept fucking me, his hips pistoning back and forth as he chased his own release. I could feel him swell inside me, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared the edge.

“Sarah, I’m going to come,” and then a sinister look in his eyes, he pulls his cock out of my drenched cunt. He puts his cock in my mouth, “Fucking suck it, and I want you do do it fast and gulp down my sticky essence,”

I wrapped my lips around his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum as I sucked him with a newfound hunger. I could feel him swell in my mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he thrust in and out with a frantic urgency.

“That’s it, Sarah, suck my cock,” Tom groaned, his hands gripping my head as he face-fucked me with a primal intensity. I could feel his pleasure building, every thrust of his hips bringing him closer to the edge.

I sucked him harder, my cheeks hollowing as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I could feel his balls tighten in my hand, the familiar sensation telling me that he was close.

“Fuck, Sarah, I’m going to come,” Tom growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.

With a final, powerful thrust, Tom exploded in my mouth, filling me with his hot, sticky essence. I swallowed him down, savouring the taste of him as he emptied himself into me.

Tom pulled out of my mouth, his cock still slick with my saliva. He looked down at me, a satisfied smile on his face. “Fuck, Sarah, that was incredible.”

I sat back in the armchair, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I looked up at Tom, a feeling of contentment settling over me.

“Holy fuck Tom, you were very demanding and vile, but it was fucking hot,” I panted, a smile playing on my lips. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so alive, so desired.”

Tom leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “You were incredible, Sarah,” he murmured, kissing my lips softly. “Sorry if I was too nasty; I zoned out.”

“No, honest, it was fucking fantastic; my pussy is sore but worth it, baby; also, my arse is throbbing and red from where you slapped it,” I added, a faint blush rising to my cheeks as I admitted the truth.

“I might have gotten carried away, but you’re so fucking irresistible, Sarah.” Tom grinned, his thumb tracing a gentle path over my still-sensitive skin. “I wanted to give you the pleasure you deserved.”

“You certainly did,” I laughed, leaning into his touch as he pulled me close. “I loved every minute of it. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

“Not at all,” Tom assured me, kissing my head. “You were perfect, Sarah. Just the way I imagined.”

I snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine. At that moment, I felt content and even cherished. It had been a long time since I’d felt like this with someone, a long time since I’d allowed myself to let go and truly be in the moment.

“You know, I could get used to this,” I murmured, a sleepy smile on my lips.

“I hope you do,” Tom replied, fingers carding through my hair. “Because I can’t wait to do it again.”