So I avoided MP's question as best I could. Suspiciously. And moved on.

We lay on one of the beds, both dressed, and talked for quite a long time. About some things and nothing and neither of us made much of a move. I was still drunk and giggly and he was quiet but laughing at me. A couple of times he started touching my nipples gently, playing with my nipple rings but I didn't respond all that strongly and he never followed up. I even went so far as to pull my shirt up, exposing my naked breasts but he didn't follow up then, either. Didn't even touch them. I think he said something like "you're not very shy about that". Which is true. Apparently the same could not be said for him.

Eventually, he got up and went to the bathroom and upon his return wandered over toward the chair. "Ah, I hadn't seen that before," he said excitedly, moving the ottoman, "these can be a lot of fun." I stared at it for a long moment and said "I hadn't thought about it..." suddenly considering the possibilities. He had said, after all, that he was going to fuck me and I'd be begging for more. Surely that'd be a good way to make that happen....

I thought for a second and said, "I meant to have you pick out a condom before we got started." My eyes drifted closed and I heard a small crinkly noise. "I can't see! Oh... I should open my eyes," I said stupidly and saw him holding a three pack of condoms. "Gotcha," I said.

He said something else then. Something about why wasn't his cock in my mouth or why was it taking so long. I forget what, but it was crass and sexy and impatient. I reached up snagging the sleeve of his shirt to pull him down in the bed, my intent to have him laying next to me so I could crawl over him and have my way. Instead, as I pulled him down his mouth found mine in a deep, long kiss.

His tongue was in my mouth and mine in his as his hand quickly and deftly slipped under my waist band and into my underwear. I knew how wet I was already and I knew he could feel it, too. Especially when he curled a finger up inside me, aiming for my gspot and finding it with no problem. I think I moaned into his mouth, arching my hips up to meet him as my own fingers found his belt. Already open. I smiled against his mouth, amused at his forethought, and quickly unhooked the button of the pants, reaching my hand inside to find his thick, hard cock.

I found myself pleasantly surprised by his thickness. I had expected something a little more... average... but found myself impressed. His fingers stayed inside me as I awkwardly maneuvered to play with his cock better. Finally, he started to pull of my pants so I worked at his a little before finally telling him, "look, I'm a little drunk. Help me." He slipped out of his clothes and stood naked and hard before me. I reached for him to draw him closer and wrapped my mouth around his cock while his hand went to work on my clit.

I knew he was being too rough with the poor girl, but at the same time he wasn't doing that terrible thing with the tip that makes my entire body cringe, either. I considered stopping him but decided I might as well let him try. It was ultimately my undoing.

I worked his cock over, tonguing his balls, licking and sucking to my heart's content while his breath caught and he moaned, whispering now-forgotten words to me. I strained my eyes upward to see him watching me, which always pleases me. By now we were both so focused on his cock I can't remember that he was touching me anymore. He probably stopped, though if he didn't I don't remember.

It wasn't so long before he was whispering "don't stop... don't... stop..." to me over and over as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, he came. I swallowed his load, barely tasting it's bitterness, keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock for a long time, making sure he was well and truly done before drawing away. My fingers slid over his balls and up teasingly as he reached for a condom.

I stared at him in awe. "Umm... isn't it too... sensitive?" He stared back at me as I became more bold with my hand, rubbing up and over his cock head. "Not right now," he said after a moment of consideration, slipping the condom on. I watched, wincing as he slid the rubber over his cock head, pushing it down the length. "Doesn't it feel like... like it's cutting off some circulation or something?" I asked. "You get used to it," he said. Staring at his tightly encased cock I had to give a mental shrug. If that's what he was used to....

He moved on top of me and tried to slip inside but he was just that much too soft. "Turn over,
he told me. He tried again but was still too soft. "It'll be a minute," He told me. I waited for a minute before turning over and around to see what I could do to help. His cock was in hand, the condom long gone as he worked it, kneeling there on the bed. "If you turn on some of your porn it'll pop right back up," he told me. I smiled at that, considering doing it but instead took him back into my mouth, content to let him be soft so long as I had my cock-sized pacifier.

He got hard pretty quickly and asked "how do you want it?" "The same way," I said, moving onto my knees. He stood next to the bed, taking the time to force on another condom, and I took my place, legs spread properly to give him a nice angle of entry. He slid inside me again, and began to fuck me. His cock battered at my gspot delicously, but I had to pee and couldn't reach my lube. Finally I stopped him so I could run and pee. Upon my return we resumed, my lube in hand. However, with my bladder empty my gspot just wasn't getting the same stimulation and my clit was practically non-existant from the roughness he'd used on it earlier.

I internally sighed in frustration and gave up, "you don't have to wait for me," I said, adding, "I told you I was difficult." He began fucking me in earnest then, and I could feel his body building up to his second climax. "Do you want to taste it?" He asked in a strained voice.

I'm not the kind of girl who refuses a man's requests in such a situation. At least, not usually. Plus, it was pretty clear his desperately wanted the answer to be "yes." So I gave him the answer he wanted and he slipped the condom back off and slid into bed. I moved up between his legs and began working his cock again, with my mouth and with my hand. My hair kept getting in the way and he would shyly move a bit of it out of my face so he could see a little better (I couldn't see him) as I continued to suck, lick, and jerk his cock.

Eventually I moved looking for my hair-thing so I could tie my hair back and get back to work. He found it for me and I pulled my hair back. "That's better," he said as I returned to work on his cock, my eyes once again straining to watch the pleasure on his face. I liked seeing the effect I was having and listening to him muttering "right there... yes... don't stop... there.." over and over and over.

However, apparently I was doing it wrong because he eventually took his cock back in hand while I licked and sucked at his balls, letting him get himself to the point of no return. He let me know he was on the verge and demanded I "take it." It took me a second to figure out what he meant as I took over what he'd been doing, taking his cock back into my mouth as my hand slid up and down the shaft. He came for the second time that night and leaned back, spent, his body shivering.

I laughed at him, resting my head on his thigh, close enough to smell the fresh mix of pussy, cum, and sweat coming off his body and loving that scent of sex. "Sensitive now?" I asked, as he continued to shiver occassionally. "Yes, don't even LOOK at it," he told me as I smiled again, staring at his rapidly softening cock. I breathed across it and laughed.

We had a conversation then, about his body art as I lay there against his thigh. He told me it'd been five years since he'd had a good blow job. I considered his wording for a while, trying to decide if there was an insult or a compliment in there for me. I finally asked and he said that indeed, I was good. I smiled at that, "I told you," I said. He responded with, "and you said you were out of practice." Which is entirely true. Although I'd worked on it with Whit the other day and at this rate will be back into practice very quickly.

So now I'm thinking of devious ways to get MP to invite me over to his place. This might have been nothing more than a one night stand. It might only be great for his ego to have me asking for another invite so much like the one I refused months and months ago. Or it might end up becoming a night of rather stunningly good sex. I'm okay with the former but would vastly prefer the later, obviously.

With bigger condoms because I swear to god that man has no idea what he's packing....