The tables have turned

"I'm not sure if I have any more fuck left in me."

This wasn't the first thing that Dolly said to me, but it is one of my favorites.

Let me explain.  For those of you who haven't been paying attention, I'm usually a dominant type both in bed and out of bed.  This doesn't mean that I can't be on the other side from time to time, if with the right person.  And Dolly was the right person.  Trim body.  Long red hair.  Younger than me.  Dark eyes.  Brimming with confidence.  She's the kind of girl who enjoys smacking boys around because she can.  And because they let her.

This was all established within the first ten minutes of talking with her.  Maybe not in so many words, but I learned what she was about pretty quickly.  Usually I'm pretty talkative, but there came times when I was in deep analysis (deep anal, heh) trying to figure her out.  Was it obvious in retrospect?  Maybe.  But at the time I'd had several glasses of wine and didn't want to fuck things up.  Not everybody can top me.

Thus, I picked her up, sat on a chair with her draped across me and we chatted.  I think she got the point that while I was bigger than her, and happy to take what she dished out, I could play back too.

She commented about my chest hair.  I have some.  Not a lot, but enough that it can be grabbed and tugged.  Which she did as we made out.  Her fingernails got in on the action too, as I suspected.  We would break off a kiss, and she would rake her nails across me, flashing a wicked smile.  One that was different from her "normal" smile.  Not that I necessarily knew what normal was, having only met her a couple hours prior.  But her casually chatting and flirting smile looked a fair amount different than this one.

We made out more, and I caressed her body.  She grabbed my face, pushing my lips together and kissed me hard.  It felt good playing rough.  Assuming she decided that she had some fuck left in her, I'd happily return the favor a bit later.

Making out is pretty awesome though.  I could tell that she was getting more and more turned on by this.  Some people like how I kiss.  She grabbed my cock.  I grabbed her ass.  She bit my lip.  I curled a finger inside her pussy, noting how wet she was.  Plenty of fuck left.  Time to find out if she could cash the check she was writing.

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: I need to fuck more sluts.  Girls who are good at what they do, and know it.  Girls who know what feels good to themselves and to others.  I have a pretty good understanding of how to give pleasure, and I enjoy doing so.  When it comes back, even better.

After going down on her for a few minutes, I rolled a condom on and fucked her missionary style.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me like a koala bear, threw her head back and took my pounding.  My cock pounded deeply, smacking against her cervix with each thrust.  She just held me tighter as we fucked and made out.

This went on for a bit, and I felt a position change was in order and pulled her on top of me. I was really interested to see how this would go.  And as I suspected, she was a fucking rock star.  She bounced hard on me, and fucked me deep.  I grabbed her ass.  She pinched my nipple.  I grunted.  She reached back and smacked my face.  Hard.  I moaned and thrust into her again.  She smacks me with her left hand this time.  Even harder.  My eyes close, water slightly, and I grab her tits.  I pull her body down.  She grabs my throat.  I pull her hair.  Her hips rotate on me while we fuck, which causes her to sit up a bit.

"Lift up your hips and fuck me."

I do of course.

All of a sudden I can see her orgasm coming.  Her face contorts.  Her body twists.  I can feel her whole body contract.  Like everything else Dolly has done, she cums hard.  It was unbelievable.

I really hope there's more where it came from.