I went on a hot date last night in Manchester with a guy who I’d been indulging in flirty banter with for months. I knew he was going to be in the area so we arranged to meet up for drinks.

He’s around 6ft, so tiny 5ft3 me had to lean up for a hug and soft kiss on the cheek. I met him at Piccadilly train station and as I walked in to the arrivals/departures area I felt highly and sexually empowered knowing he’d love the black lace top stockings and black lace lingerie I was wearing underneath my dress. We both knew full well what we were meeting for but we were in no rush.

Walking from the station we spent the entire time chatting, giggling. Finally, we found a bar on Deansgate and stepped inside. He ordered a JD and coke, I went for a glass of dry white wine and whilst he did I took the opportunity to give a sneaky up and down glance. He looked hot. All I could think about was grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a hot kiss but I contained myself…for now.

After glass of wine No.2 he asked what I wanted to do next. I’ll admit I was a little shy so I innocently suggested heading back. It was pretty cold in Manchester so he wrapped his arm around me as we walked from Deansgate via China town to the hotel he’d booked.

If you haven’t been to the Yang Sing Oriental hotel, you really should! The room was amazing, oriental and modern, incredibly spacious. It was lush. All night we’d been normal with each other, like friends etc but once we were in the room it was an entirely different situation.

As I stood in the middle of the room looking around he took off his suit jacket and walked towards me, stepping in close placing his hands around my waist. I reached my arms up around his shoulders and for the first time our lips met. It was a soft, passionate, kiss but still we took things fairly slow.

 

Soon things moved towards the bed, we both lay down, kicking our shoes off and getting close once again. Things became a little more heated. He unzipped my dress at the back and pulled it down, kissing his way down my neck and over my chest, unhooking my bra at the back and softly, gently teasing, kissing my nipples.

 

He slid his hand up my thighs and discovered what was underneath. He stopped kissing me and looked at me with a cheeky grin, “Nice touch”. He pushed my skirt up and swiftly pulled off my knickers and before I knew it his head was buried between my legs. His tongue teasing away gently at my clit then using this fingers he pushed deep inside me, instantly pressing against my g-spot. This is a man who knows EXACTLY which buttons on a woman to press and it wasn’t long before he had me writhing and my hips were grinding against his face.

 

He moved his way back up my body where we began kissing once again. I pushed my hands between us, rubbing them against the crotch of his trousers. In the past, I’d joked around asking “what’s more impressive, length or girth?” He never officially gave an answer just he’d ‘never had any complaints’. Now I can see why! It’s not that he had a “monster cock” (thank god!) but it was definitely impressive.

We rolled so I was on top. I made my way down his body, unbuckling his belt, unzipping and removing his trousers.  I licked the tip of my tongue around his cock, taking it in to my mouth. I could barely fit him in my mouth he was so wide!

He began fucking my throat, nice and slow at first I was struggling, and my eyes were really starting to water, but we soon managed to work out a rhythm. His groans as he was at the back of my throat were incredibly hot. I looked up in to his eyes. I wanted his cock so much and he knew it.

I made my way back up his body so we were kissing once again. We rolled over so he was on top now. His cock was pressed hard against my pussy and I bit my lip at the thought of him pushing his way inside.

Placing my legs over his shoulders, he gently pushed his cock inside. I was biting my lip, gasping, he whispered down in a groan “You’re so tight”. Finally, his cock was in me, deep, and slowly he began to fuck me. I held my hands against his legs to stop him going so deep, what can I say – my pussy could barely handle it!

We changed position and this time I climbed on top, slowly guiding his cock inside me. Finally, I was in control of the pace and how deep. It felt so good too. There was nothing hotter that watching the smile on his face as his eyes ran from mine, over my body until his eyes were watching the way I rode him. He loved the way I looked, fucking his cock.

We soon switched to doggy style (my favourite position). I was on all fours and he placed his hands on the wall, thrusting his hips so his cock hit me deep and hard. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it on to my hip and then further until it was between my legs. He knew exactly what I wanted. His fingers rubbed my clit nice and fast, the same pace he was fucking me and it wasn’t long before my legs were trembling and I struggled to remain on all fours. My hips started to buck. Suddenly it hit me and I could feel him cumming too. He continued fucking me during my orgasm, slowly coming to a halt before pulling out.

 

The night didn’t end there. It was only 2am at that point and my pussy was only just getting used to his nice thick cock. However I’ve told you all too much, the rest remains between the four walls of that hotel room. What I can tell you is that upon leaving the hotel room that morning my legs were shaking – the sex was incredible and now, I want more.

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