Getting What I Want   New!

We’re both already naked, a blanket under my body, soaked from his keen desire to make me squirt repeatedly. My heart rate slowly returning to normal as my legs drape over his lap as he looks at me, an expression of bliss written all over his face. Music is blasting from the TV while an LED light slowly cycles through the spectrum of color.

(content warning: smoking weed & intoxicated sex)

In front of us, the coffee table covered in a spread of cheeses, meats, fruits, bread, and cookies, with wine glasses filled with flavored water. A small box on its side, open with a strip of condoms hanging out. An ashtray with the butts of two joints. My body and mind still feeling the effects of both, though he’s already preparing another one for us.

As he lights this new joint, he’s leaning back, slouched lazily on the couch. His erection has gone soft, but that hardly matters. He’ll have it back in a moment. He always does.

I watch as the lit end of the joint temporarily adds light to his face while he takes another hit, something about the way he does it sends my mind spiraling into lust and desire.. He’s hot, he’s given me some of the best fuckings I’ve had recently with a cis man. He made me squirt all over myself 6x in a row a couple visits prior.

He passes me the joint, and I take a couple puffs before passing it back to him, this time sitting myself up so my feet are on the floor. Then, as he takes the joint back from me, I make my real move. I slide onto my knees in front of him, placing a pillow under my knees to protect them from the unforgiving tile floor of his apartment. Without a word, I start to suck on his flaccid cock, his groan filling my ears and fueling me further.

Fuckkkk, the sounds men make during sex turn me on.

Worshipping his cock brings it back to life, as it grows hard in my mouth. I moan in approval as I look up at him and watch him take another hit from the joint as I continue sucking his soul. I don’t stop when he’s fully hard. No, I have plans for him. I take his cock as deep down my throat as I can, my nose resting against his stomach as I hold him so deep he can feel my throat muscles flexing around the tip of his hardness.

His voice fills my ears as he tells me how good my mouth feels, followed by more of his delicious groans. I can feel myself getting wet again and I slowly pull his cock out of my mouth, letting the strings of spit connect the two of us while I grab a condom, unroll it onto his hard cock, and stand up in front of him. His eyes follow my movements as a smile slowly spreads across his face in recognition of what I’m about to do.

Straddling his lap, I grab his dick as I lower myself down onto it, making both of us moan. Sure, we’ve already had sex twice since I arrived at his place tonight, but that doesn’t matter. He’s got a sex drive that somehow manages to put mine to shame. This man can outlast me, and has done so on multiple occasions. I don’t even care that I’m being out fucked by him. I just want more of his cock inside me.

My pussy is filled as I let myself sink all the way down, taking every inch of him inside me. My moans fill his mouth as I start kissing him, one of his hands still holding the joint while the other grabs my hip. I can’t get enough of his cock tonight. I don’t know what strain of weed we’re smoking, but it’s doing wonders for my orgasms tonight and I want more.

He holds the joint to my mouth as I start to slowly ride him and I inhale the marijuana and tobacco, enjoying the way he keeps the joint steady for me despite my movements. I exhale before kissing him. One of my hands rests against the wall behind his head while the other holds his face to mine, our tongues dancing against one another.

He’s so good.

I gently pull away from the kiss as I start to ride him faster, burying his face between boobs. Up and down I go, riding his cock at somewhat faster than leisurely pace, appreciating every inch and the shape of his tip. His only job in this moment is to hold the joint to my lips so I can inhale as I ride him. The joint goes back and forth between his lips and mine, until I can’t continue riding and smoking any longer. I’m done smoking for now, at least until I’ve finished using his cock for my pleasure. There’s plenty more weed to enjoy later, and right now I want to enjoy him.

After I take my last puff of this joint, I pick up my speed slightly, but speed isn’t the focus. I want his cum. I want him to fill the condom as I milk every last drop of it out of him. He doesn’t know that I’m stubbornly determined to do so, but I imagine he quickly gets the hint as I start to flex my kegals in time with my riding. Tighter as I go up, relaxed as I go down, over and over and over again. His accent fills my ear as he groans “ohhhh yes, baby.”

I’m going to get what’s mine. First my own orgasm, then his.

Predictably, mine happens first, and I’m shaking, trembling, and panting as I continue to ride him. I can’t even hold a kiss anymore due to the movement of my body. The orgasm rushes over me and I hear him whisper “yes, cum for me,” but he doesn’t know I’m not doing this for him. I’m doing this because I can’t get enough. Not just tonight. I want his cock at least once a week, and for the most part, I’ve had it once a week since the first time we fucked.

My orgasm starts to end, though another starts to replace it. Our lips are at each other’s ears, throats and shoulders. I’m moaning into his ear as his lips and teeth gently tease my collarbone and throat. Tonight, he’s mine and I claim him with a gentle bite on his shoulder.

His hands run along my body, grabbing at my soft bits as I use his cock for my pleasure. It’s not important how many times I’ve already cum tonight, I want more and I want it now.

By this point, my mind is gone. Head? Empty. Thoughts? What thoughts. The only thing I can do is ride him, taking my pleasure. My legs are exhausted and I don’t even care. I’m not done yet. The noises I’m making have changed, I’m not just moaning, groaning, and panting. Now, I’m growling, quietly demanding more pleasure from him as I whisper “I’m not done with you yet. I want you to cum for me. I want you to fill my pussy up with every drop. It’s mine!”

Time has lost all meaning. The only thing that matters is Getting What I Want. I don’t care that I’m sweating, I don’t care that I’m aching, I don’t care that he’s practically smothered beneath my plus size body.

Another orgasm builds inside of me, and this time I decide to let it build. To use his cock to edge myself into explosion. I start taking longer strokes as I move my body further up and down, grinding against him for a second while he’s at his deepest. That’s when I hear him. He’s about to cum. I may not know him well, but I’ve long since learned his orgasm face and his orgasm noises.

This is it.

I bring him to the edge, using my pussy to milk him to the brink before I whisper in his ear again “cum with me. I’m about to orgasm on your cock again. I want you to cum with me.” And bless him, he does. Our bodies exploding in euphoria at the same time, together. I’ve taken what I came here for, and I know this won’t be my last orgasm of the night. This is just the one I’ve claimed for myself.

We’re both panting as I slowly, carefully roll off of his lap and back onto the blanket still damp from earlier. “You’re amazing,” he says to me, a twinkle in his eye, even though his voice is labored as he breathes heavily.

My throat is too dry to respond immediately. I take a quick sip of water and eat a couple of blueberries from the table, smiling as I respond “I can’t get enough of your cock.”

I hope you enjoy this little story (it’s a true one). I thought it would be fun to start writing about some of my encounters, now that I’m dating and recreationally fucking other people outside of my marriage. If you enjoyed it and want to see more posts like this in the future, let me know on BlueSky!