Remember that birthday present I wrote about wanting from Texas a few months back?
I got about as close to that as I could…and I regret absolutely nothing!!! I mean sure my pussy is still sore as hell, I can’t move my back or sit in chairs with high backs, and sure my tits are bruised and swollen and I have to wear a scarf in 90 degree weather to cover the hickeys…but I’m a happy girl.
Earlier this week, Texas texted me that his friend (AKA The Biter) wanted to fuck me. Apparently they share women frequently…not a big deal to me…and being that I had never met The Biter before and hey…who doesn’t love new dick?
So we meet up and hung out for a few and I really wasn’t getting any signs from The Biter that he was down to fuck…he coyly lured me into his bedroom with tales of knowing a very well known rapper. Then he randomly leaves me in his room, alone with the lights off. I don’t know what changed but as soon as he came back he hopped in bed with me and things started moving faster than what even I’m used to. The sex was alright, he’s got a good dick…satisfying in that respect but the stroke game…that makes a different. He was pounding me to a weird rhythm and at one point was in such a weird position on top of me that I could feel him pushing against my asshole from inside of me….very weird…and sadly I came nowhere close to having an orgasm.
I’ll give him props though…he hurt me so damn good. I’m calling him The Biter because my god…I look like a battered woman on my back and breasts. Bruises EVERYWHERE. He may or may not be part zombie because he was gnawing on my flesh.
And he was the first guy that I remember having to actually “tap out” with while being choked. Both hands around my neck with full pressure. So fucking hot. Goddamn. And he was all about silencing me. He had a hand clamped over my mouth and kept telling me to “shut the fuck up”…
And so when he finally came I told him in my mouth…granted he had the worst aim and missed most of my mouth…but him getting it all over my neck and face came into play later…And even though he needs to work on his rhythm, I’d definitely let him hit it again. His dick was good enough.
So when we finish I get up, put my clothes on, tell him, “thanks for coming on my face” and walk across the hall to Texas’ room….
And that’s part 2 of this adventure 😉