Allie
Xavier and I just fucked in a darkened city corner, with onlookers passing by. He shielded me with his trench coat, and somehow, I don't think we were noticed at all. It just looked like we were kissing.
I've never been so dangerously exposed in public. Xavier took me to a new level of sexual oblivion that was enhanced by the fact that we could so easily be caught. We had to have each other right there, on a side street.
It couldn't wait and that's what's so thoroughly exciting about being with Xavier. He seems to know all my buttons and he presses them. He knows how to add a layer of adventure to life that lifts me out of my own worries.
Being safely removed from the public and from prying eyes within the bounds of the town car feels so good. No one can antagonize me in here.
Today was an intense day for people approaching me about the video. I love that Xavier's nature is to protect me. He seems determined to help me live my life again and maybe to get things back on track.
He’s gently massaging my thigh as we ride in the back of his car. There's something safe about being held like that. When I'm around him, the world seems right again.
At the same time pressure's building up within me. The sight of his huge cock is lingering in my mind. I always want more. More of him.
He puts his arm around me and I feel safer and more connected than ever. He may be a bad boy, but some part of me is wanting to trust in him and to let go even more.
When I'm with him there's a feeling of true emotional involvement that's intense, to say the least.
We hit some traffic and it takes longer to get to his place than normal. But I don't mind because sitting back here with him is time spent together. I don't know why I can't tear myself away from this man, but every part of me wants involvement with him.
There's a friction between us, a kind of sexual chemistry that lights me up when I'm away from him, but especially when I'm with him.
It's this feeling that makes me think that we can make it. It makes me feel like Xavier is more than just some guy. Right now, he's my perfect guy. He's taught me about myself sexually in such a way that I never thought was possible. Made me explore new things that I never knew I loved until he showed me.
Every time I'm with him it's like a new volcanic explosion takes over my body and mind. He's got the endurance of an athlete. And I love that when I'm with him I don't have to be in control. I don't need to worry when I'm with him because he's got it all handled.
I'm sure he would never intentionally hurt me, at least I think he wouldn't.
The car pulls up to the building that I'm now so familiar with. It's Xavier's place, his luxe home within the city. We go inside and directly to his private elevator.
Once inside he starts trying to undress me, wanting more and more. This is life with him. It's an endless sexual ride that always ends in bliss and then more buildup.
I'm only ever temporarily satiated by him. It always feels good to explode in his arms but then I immediately want more. I've never felt this way with a guy before, so interested.
In the elevator, he squeezes my hand and says, "So have you ever fucked in an NYC street before?"
I look up at him slyly. "Of course not."
He knows it's true. He knows he's the first to do many things with me. And that's how I like it. He's exciting and he makes the world more compelling.
We arrive at the top floor and he pulls me inside of his sprawling apartment.
I watch his ass as he goes to the bar and offers me whatever I want.
"I'll have a Pellegrino, thanks."
I need the mineral water to replenish my system after the session we just had on the street.
He brings me the water and I drink it, grateful for the moisture to my dry throat. Sex on the street will do that to a girl.
I have the as yet unmet desire to get on my knees and to show him exactly what he means to me.
He's standing there, his rock-hard abs slightly evident through his white suit shirt. I go to my knees and unzip his pants. He breathes deeply and allows it. We both want more. His cock is already hard and waiting for me.
My body wants to melt and explode at the same time. There's this pressure building inside of me, this push-pull that is only ever sated by the feeling of Xavier's cock deep inside of me.
I circle his massive shaft with my hand before sucking the tip.
I moan around his length.
"Mmm, you taste so good."
I lick and suck the tip enjoying the marvel of a cock this big. I can hardly fit my hand around the width of it, but I try.
It's so big that I can only force it down my throat so far. He loves this. He likes to see my eyes water as I try to take in all of him.
I cup his balls with one hand and quickly circle the lower part of his shaft. I slide my tongue in circles around the rest. I try to tease and taunt him. He knows what I really want is more.
He takes my head and pushes himself deeper into my throat.
"Aww, baby, I know that's what you like. I can tell you love to have my cock deep in your throat. I want you to choke on it."
I breathe around him and try to nod my head yes.
He knows what I like. He knows I crave him. His domination is turning me into a different person, someone I don't even recognize. But I guess you could say Xavier just has that effect on women.
I'm ready to come in my panties but I hold back, not daring to defy him. His power over me is unmistakable. My natural reaction is to give in to him, more and more every time.
I've never met a man that was so in control, so dominant. And I never knew I needed to submit so badly.
He moves my head in a rhythmic motion so that he gets the most out of this blowjob. Anything he wants he can have.
My heart is pumping, pounding in my chest. I want to simultaneously swallow his cum and have it spray all over my face, my tits. Which is it gonna be? How is he gonna want it?
Soon I have my answer. I start to feel more aroused and I cry out around his shaft. He forces it down my throat and holds it there as he pumps hot cum down my throat.
"Fuck, Allie, you are so fucking hot," he says with a final gasp.
I smile to myself at the compliment and know I have done my job well. I could taste him like this all day. It's a different kind of connection to be on my knees in front of him, in full submission mode.
I lick up his essence and all of the leftovers, not wanting to waste a precious drop. He takes my hand and helps me up. I feel dizzy by all the sex play.
I go over to the couch and sink into a corner, ready for a nap.
Xavier goes and makes himself a midday drink. Then someone calls and he's on the phone about business. I've no idea what they're talking about and I don't care.
I just know that I'm here in his place and it feels so right. It feels almost like home and I can't explain why.
The surroundings are luxurious for sure, but everything also screams of him. And he is what I want. At this point, he's my sole desire and even though my life is imploding in other ways I'm just so happy to be with him.
I sip my Pellegrino and relax into his oversized sectional. I can see the sun shining outside and his view covers some of the park and the tops of many city buildings.
I love that it's the middle of the day and I've had such an exciting adventure already. I’ve almost forgotten the drama of my life. I'm primed and ready to go for another round but who knows if he'll have to work or not.
Where other people are working their 9-to-5 jobs, I'm up here in a beautiful penthouse with an amazing man who drives me fucking wild.
My life may be a nightmare in terms of work, but at least I have Xavier, and he makes it all better.
When you're in the position I am, it's hard not to be grateful. I'm just so happy to have found someone like him. And even though I don't know how long it's gonna last, at least I’ve had a taste of him and I will always know that a love like this can exist.