Chapter 5: Fantasies of a Puritan
While cleaning her breast, Mafe confessed with laughter that she had never imagined it would be doing something like this, letting someone cover her in semen, or slapping someone while fornicating.
I put my shower at her disposal, but she had the laziness to take a bath, simply wiping herself with a wet cloth. Then she put on her top, and before continuing to get dressed I suggested staying like that.
We spent the night talking, opening our hearts to each other, and obviously fornicating, at least every time I recovered my energy and appetite to fulfill my part.
It wasn't something excessive, since it was a night of three ejaculations: the one from the slap, which I already gave details about, a second that found my more animal, more instinctive and carnal side, yes, that's how you can define it, and a third that focused more on fulfilling Mafe's desires.
It was barely normal, Mafe at 24 years old had extremely limited sexual experience. She had refused to try things one and another time, to the point that even trying relatively traditional positions became completely interesting to her.
From the third ejaculation I couldn't highlight anything more, basically because exhaustion was beating me, and in that intercourse I dedicated myself exclusively to fulfilling, finishing before fading.
The second dust of the night may have been memorable, at least for me, and it's that it was the first time I penetrated Mafe with true vehemence. I remember that coitus began with a sly massage on her back, which continued down to her legs, and suddenly found myself penetrating her with her mouth down. I'd say she was looking to fulfill her fantasy of being penetrated without consent, although in reality it was something very different from that.
The truth is that it was the first time I screwed her with a certain degree of brutality. Without hesitation, thrusting my penis at the rhythm and depth I thought fit. Even giving her a couple of slaps on her white and plump buttocks, which also surprised her, since Mafe probably didn't expect that to happen.
Two slaps were enough for my hands to be marked on her beautiful buttocks, and five minutes were enough to make me finish, since I was out of control by then, obsessed with satisfying my instincts. Obviously, I didn't let my sperm stay inside but instead had the delicacy of withdrawing it and finishing on her ass.
It was a really fun night, at the same time exhausting; a evening that found us naked from start to finish and allowed us to see the dawn in the midst of orgasms, hugs, and caresses.
The Saturday we slept until late. We woke up around noon in the middle of an atmosphere filled with a dense smell of sex. I was the first to wake up, with the tranquility of not having greater responsibility for that day. I stayed for a couple of minutes sitting meditating on the bed, observing Mafe while she was still asleep, reflecting on what I was doing and even what I felt, only to realize that the evening of passion had not transformed my perception of how I felt about Mafe, as for me it was still just an opportunity to have a few ejaculations.
Of course I didn't want to be a scoundrel, I didn't want to discard her like a common slut, I wanted to reciprocate her affection but without falling in love with her.
I quickly got dressed, without having showered, or combed my hair, or anything. I went out to the street to buy something to eat. When I came back Mafe had woken up, although by her sleepy face it seemed like not much time had passed since then.
She woke up extremely affectionate, showing that what had happened over the last few days had been transcendent for her. Her attitude was completely different from what it was a week ago, when she was much more shy, introverted and serious.
During those hours I feared the feelings Mafe might develop towards me. I didn't want to fall in love with her, or make her suffer, or damage the good relationship we had built beyond sex. I knew I couldn't fully reciprocate her affectionate treatment, but nor could I be harsh and despise her. I had to find a middle ground until I made it clear that ours was just sex and nothing more.
We sat down to eat and plan what we would do that afternoon. My sleep hours served to restore a bit of breath, but not to recover my sexual appetite entirely, although I must say that that afternoon revived everything thanks to Mafe, who was unleashed, was insatiable.
When we finished eating, she proposed going to her apartment to change clothes and show me a couple of 'secret things'. Initially, I felt lazy, as my ideal plan was to stay in bed all afternoon watching some movie, football or whatever was on TV. But I must say that I gave in to her demands, and it was completely worth it.
When we arrived at his apartment he gave me a guided tour. There wasn't much to see since it was a small apartment, but I suppose he loved showing each of the nooks of his home to his visitors.
And between one thing and another, he ended up teaching me a couple of toys that he had to please himself. 'I'm going to keep my promise to teach you how I touched myself'. That lit up my instincts which until that moment were dormant.
Really her collection of sex toys wasn't great, just a couple of vibrators I'd say medium or small in size. But it didn't stop surprising me that she had them, since the image I had of her was that of a radical puritan who opposes any sexual act that doesn't have conception as its purpose.
I kept silent before her convenient and accommodating response. Of course, it wasn't my goal to reprimand her either.
Mafe started to undress and once again, by just exposing her figure, she managed to excite me. She lit one of her toys, which had several vibration levels, and began to place it on her vagina.
It seemed like luxury to see that show in the first row, but after a few minutes I had to interrupt it, since my desire was to see her masturbate with her hands, not with a toy. 'Touch me, you guide and teach me what you like', she replied to my request. I started drooling just by listening to this, as it was exactly what I desired.
I'm not going to teach you where my clitoris is because I know you already know where it is, but if I'm going to teach you how to touch it so we don't get out of sync. At that moment she took two of my fingers and started rubbing them smoothly and in horizontal movements over her clitoris. 'If you move them up and down or down to up it can be annoying, but like this there won't be a problem'.
Only seconds passed between the moment my fingers made contact with her vagina and the moment when she started to emit that telling, revealing heat.
One of the things that at least to me drives me crazy is playing with my nipples. A soft and slow movement over them warms me up very much...yes, don't go ahead and bite, pull or pinch them, they're very sensitive.
I would let her guide the movement of my hands, at the same time keeping total silence while listening to her wise words.
And while you're caressing my breasts or clitoris, you can use your other hand to stimulate my vagina. I always make sure to use my fingers with the nail facing down, as it can hurt if they face up instead. Once you have your fingers inside, it's normal to bend them a bit, like forming a hook, and this is stimulating if it stays up and not down... That way...
I had to cut off her explanation to kiss her, as performing this maneuver altered me, created an excited state that I could only contain through a slow and long kiss. She didn't object, in fact, she took the back of my head and made the kiss much longer.
When you have your fingers making the hook at the inside of my vagina, try moving them up and down, but the movement has to be of the fingers, not of the hand.
Her explanation seemed matched with the state of her vagina, since we hadn't been at it for more than two minutes, and already she was completely wet.
If you do this with your rich kisses down my neck, I'll have to replace my toys and bring you to live with me... Come, make me yours again...
Chapter 6: Masturbatory Addiction
The weekend ended up being memorable although very exhausting. The Saturday afternoon masturbation session was just the appetizer for a passionate day that would extend until Sunday evening...
While cleaning her breast, Mafe confessed with laughter that she had never imagined it would be doing something like this, letting someone cover her in semen, or slapping someone while fornicating.
I put my shower at her disposal, but she had the laziness to take a bath, simply wiping herself with a wet cloth. Then she put on her top, and before continuing to get dressed I suggested staying like that.
We stay naked watching another movie, hugging, and you'll see how we keep doing it all night long
Do you feel like it?
Now not, I need some time to recover myself, but surely I'll have desires in little time. From you I'll always have desires.
- Really? I thought men were ready for a relationship
- Many times yes, but when someone really likes me, making love all night is one of my favorite plans
I want to see that...
I promise you'll see it. While that happens, I'd like to get to know your fantasies a bit better. What are you thinking when you touch yourself?
Ha ha ha ha, I'm too embarrassed to tell you...
Don't be shy, I've already seen you naked, we've already made love. I want to get warm with that thing that turns you on
Well, I have several, but I'd say the most recurring one is that in which I relive the sexual encounter I had with my university roommate, the one I already told you about. I've imagined it over and over again tracing my body with her kisses, with her tongue.
That's a bit hard to fulfill, at least for me, I'd promise to help you find that girl, but honestly I wouldn't want to share her with anyone
It's not necessary anymore
It makes me happy to hear that. And do you have fantasies with men?
Yes, but with no one in particular, as long as I fantasize about men, I put a face of some famous person or someone I've seen on the way and thought was handsome. It's rare that when I think about men, I usually have two fantasies. One where I hit them and another where they rape me.
- Uh, well, that's a novelty... Do you fantasize about being raped by some famous person?
No, I always have difficulty giving a face to the rapist for that fantasy. The strange thing is that I imagine it for a long time, I dream that it chases me through the city, on buses, restaurants, cafes, office or wherever I go, he follows me, finally finds me asleep in my room and penetrates me without my consent. I don't understand how or why I came to have that fantasy, but the fact is that I've touched myself at least a couple of times imagining that situation
- And when you fantasize about hitting men, what do you specifically do with them?
- Basically that, hitting them; hitting them in many ways: Punches, slaps, scratches, nipple pinches, butt smacks. I think the most frequent one is the punch, although what came out of me with you just now was a slap.
I appreciate it. Anytime, if you get really passionate next time, I kindly request that you refrain from disfiguring my face.
- Hahaha, No, how did you come up with that? You've been very special to me, I can't hurt you
Don't feel embarrassed if you want to spank me or pinch my butt, feel free to do so.
- Hehehe, that's how it will be... And what do you fantasize about?
If I tell you, we'll lose the night, neither see a movie, nor sleep, nor make love or anything. With many situations...
Tell me something
- Good Mafe, what I most often fantasize about is having sex in public places. Imagining myself having relations with a beautiful girl, under the risk of getting caught really gets me down
Have you done it in a public place?
Yes, it's been a long time ago. But it wasn't romantic at all, not even memorable. It was in a field, more exactly in a ditch that was in the middle of the field, with a schoolmate. At that age I almost dared to do anything.
Have you had fantasies about someone at work?
Yes, with you, for not going too far
And with someone else?
Yes, but I don't want to tell you that
It's fine. So tell me your fantasy with me.
- Mafe, it's been several fantasies. But there was one that I especially liked. The truth is a recurring fantasy I have with girls who have perfect faces, like yours. It consists of making love to you all night while my 'motel salsa' playlist plays.
Ha ha ha And what songs are on your motel salsa playlist?
Okay well many classic salsa rose:
Rain, Devour Me Again, Longing for You, Deceptive Heart, My Dream, Almost I Envy You, Idyll, Five Nights
; finally, it's a long list.
- What beautiful! I didn't think you could be so sensitive. When I entered the company, I saw you so coarse and common, like most men.
- Luckily that perception changed to such an extent that I see you're going to make my fantasy of making love with a beautiful girl listening to my famous playlist come true
In that you're right...
We spent the night talking, opening our hearts to each other, and obviously fornicating, at least every time I recovered my energy and appetite to fulfill my part.
It wasn't something excessive, since it was a night of three ejaculations: the one from the slap, which I already gave details about, a second that found my more animal, more instinctive and carnal side, yes, that's how you can define it, and a third that focused more on fulfilling Mafe's desires.
It was barely normal, Mafe at 24 years old had extremely limited sexual experience. She had refused to try things one and another time, to the point that even trying relatively traditional positions became completely interesting to her.
From the third ejaculation I couldn't highlight anything more, basically because exhaustion was beating me, and in that intercourse I dedicated myself exclusively to fulfilling, finishing before fading.
The second dust of the night may have been memorable, at least for me, and it's that it was the first time I penetrated Mafe with true vehemence. I remember that coitus began with a sly massage on her back, which continued down to her legs, and suddenly found myself penetrating her with her mouth down. I'd say she was looking to fulfill her fantasy of being penetrated without consent, although in reality it was something very different from that.
The truth is that it was the first time I screwed her with a certain degree of brutality. Without hesitation, thrusting my penis at the rhythm and depth I thought fit. Even giving her a couple of slaps on her white and plump buttocks, which also surprised her, since Mafe probably didn't expect that to happen.
Two slaps were enough for my hands to be marked on her beautiful buttocks, and five minutes were enough to make me finish, since I was out of control by then, obsessed with satisfying my instincts. Obviously, I didn't let my sperm stay inside but instead had the delicacy of withdrawing it and finishing on her ass.
It was a really fun night, at the same time exhausting; a evening that found us naked from start to finish and allowed us to see the dawn in the midst of orgasms, hugs, and caresses.
The Saturday we slept until late. We woke up around noon in the middle of an atmosphere filled with a dense smell of sex. I was the first to wake up, with the tranquility of not having greater responsibility for that day. I stayed for a couple of minutes sitting meditating on the bed, observing Mafe while she was still asleep, reflecting on what I was doing and even what I felt, only to realize that the evening of passion had not transformed my perception of how I felt about Mafe, as for me it was still just an opportunity to have a few ejaculations.
Of course I didn't want to be a scoundrel, I didn't want to discard her like a common slut, I wanted to reciprocate her affection but without falling in love with her.
I quickly got dressed, without having showered, or combed my hair, or anything. I went out to the street to buy something to eat. When I came back Mafe had woken up, although by her sleepy face it seemed like not much time had passed since then.
She woke up extremely affectionate, showing that what had happened over the last few days had been transcendent for her. Her attitude was completely different from what it was a week ago, when she was much more shy, introverted and serious.
During those hours I feared the feelings Mafe might develop towards me. I didn't want to fall in love with her, or make her suffer, or damage the good relationship we had built beyond sex. I knew I couldn't fully reciprocate her affectionate treatment, but nor could I be harsh and despise her. I had to find a middle ground until I made it clear that ours was just sex and nothing more.
We sat down to eat and plan what we would do that afternoon. My sleep hours served to restore a bit of breath, but not to recover my sexual appetite entirely, although I must say that that afternoon revived everything thanks to Mafe, who was unleashed, was insatiable.
When we finished eating, she proposed going to her apartment to change clothes and show me a couple of 'secret things'. Initially, I felt lazy, as my ideal plan was to stay in bed all afternoon watching some movie, football or whatever was on TV. But I must say that I gave in to her demands, and it was completely worth it.
When we arrived at his apartment he gave me a guided tour. There wasn't much to see since it was a small apartment, but I suppose he loved showing each of the nooks of his home to his visitors.
And between one thing and another, he ended up teaching me a couple of toys that he had to please himself. 'I'm going to keep my promise to teach you how I touched myself'. That lit up my instincts which until that moment were dormant.
Really her collection of sex toys wasn't great, just a couple of vibrators I'd say medium or small in size. But it didn't stop surprising me that she had them, since the image I had of her was that of a radical puritan who opposes any sexual act that doesn't have conception as its purpose.
- Aren't you going straight to hell for using this kind of stuff?
- No. I confess myself and little God forgives me...
Mafe started to undress and once again, by just exposing her figure, she managed to excite me. She lit one of her toys, which had several vibration levels, and began to place it on her vagina.
It seemed like luxury to see that show in the first row, but after a few minutes I had to interrupt it, since my desire was to see her masturbate with her hands, not with a toy. 'Touch me, you guide and teach me what you like', she replied to my request. I started drooling just by listening to this, as it was exactly what I desired.
I'm not going to teach you where my clitoris is because I know you already know where it is, but if I'm going to teach you how to touch it so we don't get out of sync. At that moment she took two of my fingers and started rubbing them smoothly and in horizontal movements over her clitoris. 'If you move them up and down or down to up it can be annoying, but like this there won't be a problem'.
Only seconds passed between the moment my fingers made contact with her vagina and the moment when she started to emit that telling, revealing heat.
One of the things that at least to me drives me crazy is playing with my nipples. A soft and slow movement over them warms me up very much...yes, don't go ahead and bite, pull or pinch them, they're very sensitive.
I would let her guide the movement of my hands, at the same time keeping total silence while listening to her wise words.
And while you're caressing my breasts or clitoris, you can use your other hand to stimulate my vagina. I always make sure to use my fingers with the nail facing down, as it can hurt if they face up instead. Once you have your fingers inside, it's normal to bend them a bit, like forming a hook, and this is stimulating if it stays up and not down... That way...
I had to cut off her explanation to kiss her, as performing this maneuver altered me, created an excited state that I could only contain through a slow and long kiss. She didn't object, in fact, she took the back of my head and made the kiss much longer.
When you have your fingers making the hook at the inside of my vagina, try moving them up and down, but the movement has to be of the fingers, not of the hand.
Her explanation seemed matched with the state of her vagina, since we hadn't been at it for more than two minutes, and already she was completely wet.
If you do this with your rich kisses down my neck, I'll have to replace my toys and bring you to live with me... Come, make me yours again...
Chapter 6: Masturbatory Addiction
The weekend ended up being memorable although very exhausting. The Saturday afternoon masturbation session was just the appetizer for a passionate day that would extend until Sunday evening...
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