Just got back from the Ex’s flat. We had dinner in Hoxton. Vietnamese. Yum. Afterward we went back to his flat to watch “Heros” and to play on his X-Box.
We were sitting on his sofa watching TV when I felt the need to play with his dick. He was wearing button flys (damn him!) so it was difficult to reach Georges – that’s my pet name for his cock. Why do guys insist on wearing button flys? It just makes it difficult for us women.
He unbuttoned his button flys making easier for me to get to his cock. I rubbed up and down his shaft. He felt restricted by his trousers so he took them off.
I placed my mouth on his cock and bobbed my head up and down. He laid back and smiled.
“You’re so hard,” I told him.
I was wearing a jean skirt, a tight black jumper and black panties. I pulled my panties off, hitched up my skirt and sat on top of him, trying to impale myself with his cock.
“Let’s do it doggie style,” he urged.
I obediently got on all fours and assumed the position. He jammed his cock inside me. It freakin’ hurt so much. Is my hole closing up? Am I going convex?
“This isn’t gonna work,” I said.
As soon as I moved off him, his cock softened.
“Rub it until I get hard again.”
Being the overachiever that I am, I took his cock into my mouth once again. I sucked on his head, tickling it with my tongue. I used my fingers to simultaneously stroke the length of his cock.
“Oh, that feels good,” he whispered.
I took his cock out of my mouth and started giving him a hand job.
He was hard. Very hard. Suddenly he sighed loudly, “Oh yeah.”
His hot cum shot out of his cock and slid down my hand.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I shrieked. “You’re not supposed to do that yet!”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in. But if it’s any consolation that’s the best hand job you’ve ever given me.”
“I feel robbed,” I yelled back, “You owe me a hand job!”
He laughed at me, “I have to get to bed now so you’re going to have to leave.”
“You just came on my hand and you want me to leave?”
“Yeah. Is that alright?”
I didn’t say it, but I was thinking, “You are out of your fucking mind!”
You understand now why he’s “the ex.”
Labels: cum, hand job, sex, the Ex, x-box
