Max was tall, strong, really perverse. He was also cold as a radiant, talkative only with whom he wanted – and he had just a few such people around him. It was very difficult for him to relax and allow someone to be close to him.
His ex-girlfriend was constantly cheating on him, but she was doing it in that ugly, elemental, stupid, ridiculous way which was hurting him directly, even publicly. But her humiliation was on her behalf because he was appreciated by relatives and colleagues and she earned just the disgust. Their relationship had been fucked for years, so she’d finally left him and found a new one, and he shuddered and could feel nothing to anyone for five years.
And then we met.
He admitted that he fell in love with me at first sight.
In fact, I think it was not a matter of falling in love, but of filling a void. When a person experiences a profoundly dramatic and emotional situation of love, it can exhaust him, overturn and change it.
So did Max. The first years after his separation he was looking for nothing, not expecting, and unwilling. He ordered prostitutes from time to time, but that gave him pleasure and relaxation, not inner satisfaction.
We met one night in a club. It was strange because we were both sad. We spoke (supposedly) by chance. He noticed me and began to watch me, I also looked at him, but it was not like “love arrows”, on the contrary, I felt his sadness as he felt mine. Our conversations were long, deep, sad … I filled his lack and gave him hope. He gave me a shocked dose of provocation and such a huge thrill that I was shaking only at the thought of him, the expectation, the wonderful tension with which he gave me constantly, each time differently. Yes – he was very interesting, irreparable, inimitable. He knew so much …. when he spoke it was as if he was enchanting me – his voice, the associations he made, the emotions … I listened to him as if he submerged me and carried me sway into his stories, in his logic or vice versa – into irrational fields.
His ideas were always exciting and surprising – they sometimes came to him, sometimes he planned them for a long time. After all, it’s a talent – either you have or not.
One night he took me from my house and told me to sit in the backseat.
He smiled at me, and I felt a little nervous inside – I knew something was going to happen, as I had already known him well enough.
He had ordered me to wear a shorter skirt, silicone socks, high heels (he adored me with high heels!), a black blouse, a big decollate. I had to keep my hair loose and not to wear perfume – he loved my smell, and it often made me feel wonderful. He told me put on more make up. Over all, he wanted me in all my “shimmering shine.”
Naturally, I did everything – that gave me extra pleasure and thrill.
I stood at the back and told him:
– I kiss you.
He answered nothing, but I knew he was smiling. I moaned that I kissed him only in words because he put me in the back.
– You are deliberately sitting there.
– I know. But why?
– I’ll tell you.
– New idea?
– Yes …
– Oh, a great surprise!
– Have you got used to be surprised by me?
– I rather became addicted …
Max laughed, but said to me:
– Listen now. I’m starting to drive very slowly. We’ll go through some streets. Your task is to look and to choose a man.
– Yes. When you approve someone – just tell me, I stop and will bring him to you.
I laughed with a throbbing heart.
– When I bring him to you, I want you to be without pants. Ok?
– Oh … I’m already horny …
– I’ll drive, and he has to lick you so you’ll cum. But that’s all I allow you to do.
– All right.
– I want to listen to you and to look at you in the mirror.
– All right.
Max started off driving slowly, and I was looking at people. It was getting darker now. There were a lot of people squatting in a futile anthill. He stared at me in the mirror, and the corners of his lips were bent upward in that perverse smile I loved and which aroused me excitedly because I knew that there were all sorts of crazy ideas and fantasies in his mind.
– I adore you, I told him.
– I adore you more – answer me.
When I looked at a popular store – and “voila” – there was a sweet guy standing there, so I cried:
– Stop. Jeans, white T-shirt and green sneakers. On your right.
Max understood me, parked the car after a minute, and got out to get the boy.
It was difficult for me to stay still and to describe what I felt in these moments … I quickly took off my lace panties, and my heart could fly out of my chest, shiver from within, and longed to live the next moments! Even my hands trembled. And my eyes were so shining that they
reminded the lakes of spring water.
The doors opened suddenly and a very sweet young man, about 25 years old, smiled at me and greeted me. Max sat down most impassively, adjusted his mirror so that I could see his thirsty eyes and even winked at me.
My favorite bastard.
He felt me perfectly and satisfied my fantasies, even more – he invented fantasies he made me and knew I would like …
– Do you know why you are here? – I asked the sweetheart.
– Not exactly, -he answered with a smile.
– I want you to lick me well.
– Aaa … super …
– So do you like me?
– Yes, you are very cool.
– Come here then – I prompted, opening my thighs.
He approached, bent down and smelled me. I moaned out of excitement, stretched my tights, licked my lips, but then I looked into the mirror – I met Max’s eyes – full of desire, it was like seeing a picture of a moment of emotion caught. The tongue of the young man stroked my shy lips, I squeaked an made an “ohhh” sound as me and Max kept looking at each other, somehow we were glued to one another but also to our reflections.
I lifted my skirt to the waist, and the young man passionately twisted his tongue over my rose, which was soft and juicy … and it was moist.
Though a stranger was licking me, in my mind I was only with Max and I only experienced the emotion with him. He was driving very slowly, there were people and cars, and though the windows were dark, I felt the thrill of “licking in public.” He was watching me almost constantly and listening to me – I knew he was absorbing me and feeling my excitement with all his senses.
The young stranger was greedy – he worked energetically, his tongue did not stop, played with my clit, with the labia, turning it, getting it in and out, irritated me so I spread my liquids all over myself and the car seat.
My waves grew stronger … Max was watching me. I knew he was hard, and the jeans started to be too tight causing him pain. But I also knew he loved to provoke himself and refrain. Then he felt even better.
I grabbed the young man’s head and held it – I wanted him to make certain movements and I showed him how to do it with my fingers. He understood, he immediately began doing it, and I spread my legs apart as much as I could. My pussy was so wet and slippery that his tongue was sliding and spinning easily, and when he started pushing the slightly swollen clitoris, I screamed like a bitch and felt that my chest was tighten, and my nipples very hard. I started to feel better and better and after few seconds I shuddered and burst into convulsions, and Max stared at me in the mirror. The strong vibrations resonated in my groans, sweet pleasure poured into the pulse of orgasm …
I gave the young man a sign to move back, and Max stopped the car.
– Thank you, I said.
– Do not you want to go on? – he asked. His trousers were too tight, his mouth and his chin were wet.
– No, – I said, looking at the mirror.
Max opened the door and the young boy got off.
We started off immediately.
– It was incredible to look at you!
– And I want you so much …
I only managed to say that – I really wanted it! He knew it too.
That’s why we went quickly to a more secluded place, Max moved to me to the backseat and … I do not remember the number of orgasms ….
To be continued ...
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