Ah, Amee, sweet Amee

Ah, Amee, sweet Amee Ah, Amee, sweet Amee

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Just before a planned date, a phone call affects things considerably

Summary

Just before a planned date, a phone call affects things considerably

Chapter1 (v.1) - An expected call

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 05, 2018

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 05, 2018

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Ah, Amee, Sweet Amee

I was going through a sexual “dry spell” but had been dating a new woman at work (not something I normally would do.) She is recently divorced and admitted being attracted to me. It finally resulted in setting up a date at my home on a Saturday evening to see if we were sexually compatible.

However, on Friday, the day before, I got a call from a previous acquaintance, Amee, which prompted a visit to her first. A fellow whom I know runs a small escort service from his home. He has several single girls and a couple unhappy housewives whose husbands obviously travel too much. That was how I initially met Amee.

The last “professional date” with Amee was over two years ago. I picked her up at her apartment, took her to brunch, and then we spent over two hours walking and hiking through a local park. Afterwards we had some preliminary fun in her shower, then went out to dinner and spent the evening “playing the game.” Since then, we have had some non-professional, actually non-sexual dates because we have similar non-sexual interests and we enjoy each other’s company. (Amee also claims that we have some similar sexual interests, but I don’t put much credence in that.)

Oddly enough, during our friendly dates we talked about sex, what we like and why we like it. One thing she told me that impressed me was that her favorite “professional date” (as she prefers to call it) is a guy who wants her to masturbate him or tit fuck him while she talks dirty. “Easy money, less mess, save a condom,” she said, which cracked me up.

A few of my male friends and even some of my female friends, especially ex-lovers, know that I have a weakness for petite women. It may stem from my proclivity for face sitting, maybe not. But if she is short and either thin or slender, she will quite easily find a place in my heart (and hopefully in my bed). Amee is a wonderful cultural blend of Caucasian/Hawaiian, and Polynesian. She has honey brown skin and jet black hair that she wears straight and long. Her eyes are so dark brown that they sometimes seem black, and she has a fabulous smile. She is 4 foot 11 inches and carries a confident, assertive but funny attitude. She is slender, but a bit “over-endowed”.

By “attitude” I mean that she speaks her mind. At a restaurant one evening, she caught a guy staring at her (well displayed) cleavage and she asked, “What’s the matter; haven’t you ever seen a small girl with big tits before?” That’s Amee. She also loves to tease men, especially in public, and in the bedroom as well.

So I was pleasantly surprised when she called me that Friday afternoon. “I’m bored but I don’t want to go out tonight,” she said. “Come over and bring or fix dinner, Ben, and I’ll provide dessert.” Even though I knew what I had planned for the following evening, I accepted her invitation.

Admittedly I am not much of a cook, but I am the king of defrost and reheat. I treated her to my one-and-only specialty, spaghetti with my personal recipe for marinara sauce, along with a salad, some Italian bread and her favorite wine. For dinner she wore a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, severely unbuttoned. I could see her dark nipples through the blouse but I knew she likes teasing however and whenever she can.

Needless to say that after dinner, she had laid out the plan for “dessert”. She knows a lot about me so I was open for whatever she had in mind. We moved from the dining room to the living room and she stopped to stand in front of a small stuffed chair, a very odd, ugly lima bean green chair, which matched nothing in the room. Out of curiosity I asked where she got it and she answered, “It doesn’t matter, but this is where dessert will be served.” Then we started kissing. Amee is a passionate kisser and the whole time we kissed her hands were rubbing the crotch of my pants.

“Kneel here and take off my panties for me,” she said. I had no problem with that, and she stepped out of them to make it easy for me. Then she pulled her skirt up, sat down in the ugly green chair and slid forward. She hooked a leg up over each arm on the sides of the chair and smiled at me. “Okay, I spent all day planning dessert, so take your time and eat all you want,” she said. (Can you see why I like her?)

On my knees, I slid my arms around her bottom and began licking her inner thighs. I licked her outer lips, nibbling on them and then licked her thighs some more. By the time my tongue searched for her clit, it was ready. I slowly lapped up her wet slit and over her clit over and over. She hung her head on the back of the chair, closed her eyes and we both enjoyed ourselves.

After a few minutes I noted she was getting wetter and I plunged my tongue inside her for a treat. She allowed it for a minute, but then told me to stand up. “Take your dick out and let me watch while you stroke it,” she said. I felt odd doing it, but I knew that ultimately we would both get what we wanted.

It was just beginning to feel good when she said, “Get back on your knees and have another taste but keep stroking.” This time I put more emphasis on licking her clit and when she came she grabbed my head with both hands and I nearly lost it.

But as I said, Amee likes to tease men. “Stand up and watch me but don’t touch your dick,” she said, “I want to see your face when I come.” Then she used two fingers to rub little circles around her clit while staring right into my eyes. My cock twitched several times and I licked my lips but nothing distracted her. Her fingers flew across her clit and she bit her lower lip when she came, moaning loudly. Precum dripped from the tip of my cock but I didn’t touch it.

“On your knees, one more time, but just suck up my juices,” she said. My cock was aching now but I did as she asked, leaning into her and sending my tongue searching every bit of her pussy. I licked, lapped and sucked at her flesh and she loved it. “Rub your face in it,” she said softly. I was getting close to losing control, but I obeyed, slipping my hands under her ass and vigorously rubbing my nose, mouth and chin in her wetness.

Then she rubbed her clit some more while I tongue fucked her and that drove me crazy. Finally she said, “Okay, you can put it in now.” I stood up to grab my belt buckle but she stopped me. “Leave them on, and do it on your knees.”

Dropping to my knees I shuffled forward until my knees touched the chair and finally slid my cock inside her wet pussy. She pushed down further until I was balls deep inside her. One thing that amazes me about Amee is that, even wet, her pussy is tighter than any pussy I’ve ever fucked. I knew it would be awkward trying to fuck in that position, but I never got started.

She had me primed and ready, but she wrapped her legs around me, hooked her feet together and pulled me tighter against her. She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply. I had to lean forward, my arms stretched beside her for support. She moaned, licking my face, then kissing me. When she sucked on my tongue, I unloaded my seed inside her. (I was surprised that she had not insisted on a condom, but I didn’t want to take the time to bring it up.)

She held me there against her, licking my chin and cheeks and kissing me so hard I could hardly catch my breath. When she finally let me pull free of her hands, she asked, “Did you enjoy that?”

“Of course I did!” I replied, “But I didn’t know I could come without actually fucking.”

“I love getting a guy so hot that I can control his orgasm, and I knew that you like being controlled.”

“But what about you?” I asked, “Didn’t you want to be fucked more than that?”

“Sometimes, but I really like being eaten and then smelling and tasting myself on the guy’s face; it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe,” she said.

“Oh, I believe you, all right,” I said with a laugh.

“Ease out and let me up,” she said, and I did. “I’m going to clean up in the bathroom. Sit down and try the chair and catch your breath; I’ll be right back.”

When she came back, she was naked, and she knelt on the floor in front of the chair, where I had been. She leaned forward and took my almost soft cock in her mouth and went all the way down on it. She put her hands palm down on my upper thighs and began using her mouth. It was amazing; she licked up and down the shaft, sucked the drippings from the pubic hairs at the base of my cock, and never touched it with her hands.

It was feeling wonderful so I didn’t want to interrupt her and she seemed lost in her game. She licked around the head, hovered her open mouth over the tip and then slowly slid her mouth as far down the shaft as she could before she closed her lips on it. Even if I had been watching her do it to somebody else’s cock it would have made me hard.

She would spit on the end of my cock and then suck it up loudly. After what seemed like an hour, (certainly much less) I could feel the urge again and I couldn’t suppress a soft moan. She put her mouth into overdrive. Turning her head one way and then the other, she slid her lips wetly up and down my shaft in a well-practiced pace. I thought my fingers would puncture the arms of the chair when I came; it was so intense. She held the head of my cock in her lips and sucked and sucked until it was so sensitive that I asked her to stop.

She took her mouth off with a “pop” and licked her lips. “Damn!” was all I could say.

Later she asked me to stay a while, and she made popcorn and we watched “Crazy Rich Asians”. She offered to let me stay overnight, but remembering my obligation for Saturday night, I asked for a rain check. “I don’t do rain checks or leave myself obligated, Ben, but I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

So when my date, Rachel, showed up Saturday night, she was expecting immediate and experimental sex as we had discussed. I spent more time than usual on foreplay, kissing and undressing her, and once we were both naked she was wet and ready. I alternated between licking her pussy and sucking her tits, which she really seemed to love. I gave her two oral orgasms before she flipped over on her hands and knees and said “Fuck me, hard!”

Eating pussy is always enough to make me hard, so I was ready. As soon as I entered her, I grabbed her hips and pounded her for all I was worth. During the course of about 20 minutes her moans turned to, OH…..OH….” and then to “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” So naturally I assumed that I was doing a good job.

I finally came and then flopped down on the bed beside her on my back. She licked some sweat off my abs and then dove for my cock and began sucking as if to preserve my erection. I had to stop her, but invited her to stay overnight. In the morning she woke me up with a blowjob, but I closed my eyes and thought of Amee…sweet Amee.

 

 

 

 

 


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