A fantasy realized...

 

She stood on the platform, impatient, and couldn't wait to finally see him.

They'd known each other for almost two months, supposedly seeing each other, but photos were nothing compared to seeing him in person.

It didn't matter now how sweet and loving he'd been to her for those two months.

All that mattered was whether he'd do what he'd promised her.

The train he was supposed to take had already pulled onto the platform, people were getting off, and she wondered if she'd recognize him.

She looked around, but she didn't see anyone who looked like him.

Until finally, she noticed someone sitting on a bench, staring at her.

She guessed it was him.

She looked closely at him; he was sitting there, smiling at her. He was waiting for her to notice him.

She turned to him and slowly approached him.

She hadn't expected such a reaction, but she didn't know what to do next.

He remained seated, she stood before him. They stared at each other for several minutes without speaking.

She liked him. He looked different than in the photos, but she liked him nonetheless.

She wondered what impression she was making on him, but judging by his smile, it seemed he liked her too.

At one point, he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

She thought he wanted to kiss her, but he pressed his lips to the back of her hand, and suddenly she felt his tongue touch hers—as if he were tasting her.

After a moment, he stood up and they headed for the tram stop.

They talked along the way, for the first time, really, but that conversation wasn't as important as what was about to happen.

When the tram arrived, they boarded, but there weren't many empty seats.

He sat down on one of them. She wanted to sit in the chair in front of him, but he wouldn't let her. He tugged on her hand, which he'd been holding ever since he'd licked her and pulled her toward him.

She sat on his lap. Her short skirt rode up slightly. They both looked at it, smiled at each other, and he quickly reacted, pulling her skirt down to cover as much of it as possible.

He placed his hand on her thigh and they rode along, chatting quietly.

The tram began to get increasingly crowded, and people began to press against them.

At the next stop, an elderly woman boarded and had to give up her seat.

They both stood up, and he stood right behind her, pressing his whole body against hers.

She liked it and pressed herself into him a little more.

She knew it would turn him on, so she began to rub her butt lightly against him.

The tram was very tight, and there was no chance anyone would notice what she was doing.

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She felt his growth against her bottom.

And suddenly she felt him begin to gently knead her buttocks.

He held onto the tram railing with one hand to keep his balance, especially since she was leaning against him.

He kneaded her with the other. Suddenly, he slipped his hand under her short skirt, reached deeper, and began massaging her from behind. She was grateful for the crowded tram.

She began to arch slightly, not too much so no one would notice. She felt a surge of arousal.

She wanted him to put his fingers inside her. But where would she be among people?

She didn't need to speak; they'd always understood each other perfectly.

She felt him pull her panties aside, giving her access.

He began to play with her, and she stuck out her ass even more, letting him know he could do this to her.

He gently began to push one finger inside her, and she felt the heat.

She was aroused by both what he was doing and the crowd around them.

They were almost to the bus stop where they were supposed to get off, so he removed his hand from between her legs and lightly and imperceptibly bit her ear.

She turned to look at him, and at that moment he brought the finger he'd just inserted into her to his lips, discreetly licked it, and smiled mockingly.

He looked so arousing!

She wanted to be home already.

They walked to her apartment building, holding hands and talking about more ordinary things.

No one would have guessed that he'd been inside her a few minutes ago, or that he'd be there in a few more.

They entered the building. She stood in front of her door, searching for her keys in her purse. He stood behind her, grabbed her hips, and just before the door, began kissing her neck.

He brushed her hair back from her neck and began to bite her lightly.

She struggled to find the keys, quickly opening the door.

They practically burst into the apartment, and she managed to slam the door behind him.

They reached the room. He immediately grabbed her by the waist, pulled her tightly to him, and began kissing her hungrily and wildly.

She melted in his strong embrace. This was what she'd dreamed of since he'd first touched her.

Suddenly, he firmly pushed her away; she knew what he was going to do next.

In an instant, he brought her down to the ground floor, to her knees. He didn't have to say anything, but he knew it would only excite her even more.

He told her to listen and do what he told her. Now she was to suck him off, the way only she could, the way she'd always told him.

He unzipped his fly and told her to take it off.

She reached out timidly. She deliberately did it slowly to hurry her up.

She wanted to unbutton his pants and pull them down, but he wouldn't let her; he told her to pull it through his fly and suck him off.

She put her hand in and started massaging him.

"Faster!" he ordered.

She pulled him out, touching him gently first.

"What are you doing? Grab him harder!" – he said firmly.

Oh, how she loved it when he spoke like that. That firm tone.

She squeezed him tighter in her hand until he hissed with excitement.

He was so hot and horny, she wanted to put him inside her right then and there, feel him.

But she wanted to drive him wild tonight.

She grabbed him and guided him to her mouth.

He looked down at her with lust in his eyes.

She put him in her mouth and began sucking him hard.

She tried to glance up at him every few seconds to make sure he was doing it hard enough.

He grabbed her head and showed her how often to do it.

He held her hair and pulled her closer.

She did this with both her hand and her mouth simultaneously.

She tried to insert him as deeply as possible, her hand fiddling with the base and pushing him inside.

Mouth up, hand down, harder and faster.

After a moment, he grabbed her shoulders, causing her to feel a slight pain. He pushed her hard onto her back, spread her legs, removed his shirt and pants, and lay between her thighs.

He lifted her skirt and slightly pulled her panties aside so he could see her hot pussy.

She lay back, wanting him inside her, but she felt nothing for a long moment.

She looked at him, and he smiled faintly.

"I need to calm down for a moment, woman, you're driving me crazy. Besides, you promised I could look at you first. You have a beautiful pussy that turns me on like hell. I'm about to fuck her.

" "Oh!"

She knew he'd say it eventually. She laid her head on the floor and suddenly felt him begin to touch her.

She felt his fingers inside her again.

She didn't want him to go slow; she was too aroused.

She wanted him to slide his fingers inside her right away and move them rhythmically.

"Put them in!"

"I decide what to do, don't lecture me!"

He ordered her to lift her ass and ripped off her panties and skirt.

He moved his mouth to hers and began gently licking her up and down.

He held her buttocks with his hands, spreading them apart to give him better access to her hole.

He began to thrust his tongue into her, feeling how wet and aroused she was.

He lifted her blouse and reached her cunt, kneading and squeezing them.

She squirmed against him; he knew she wanted him inside her. But he was provoking her more and more, wanting her to finally demand it of him. To finally tell him, to scream it out loud.

Finally, he slipped two fingers inside her, his tongue working on her nub.

"Fuck me already, or I can't take it anymore!" she screamed.

"YES, finally, beg me to stick it in." "

Implant me on you, or I'll go crazy, do it hard and rough, just like you like it."

She didn't have to tell him twice. He quickly rolled her onto her stomach, flat on her back, spread her legs, and lay between them, his lower abdomen touching her ass. He braced himself on the floor, placing his hands on the floor so she lay directly between them.

He began rubbing his huge, hard shaft against her buttocks.

She felt his stiffness and longed for him to finally slide inside her.

He almost did.

He was teasing her, pushing his shaft in only to withdraw it a moment later and grind against her buttocks again.

She couldn't resist.

She reached back, grabbed his cock tightly, and guided it to where he finally, with great force, entered all the way. He didn't bother with gentle strokes.

He was hard and rough, thrusting into her with more and more force each time.

She felt all of him. He touched her only with his lower abdomen, and beyond that, she couldn't feel his body, only the sensation of him thrusting into her with such beautiful force.

She tried to squeeze her legs together to make him feel tighter.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her:

"Turn over! Quickly!"

Still beneath him, she rolled onto her back and grabbed him between her legs, which he now grabbed at the knees and spread so that she felt a slight pain.

She hissed.

He slid inside her, his hands gripping her wrists and pinning them to the floor beside her head.

She didn't have much room to move because his hips were pounding hard against hers and pushing forward.

She loved this helplessness; she wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her, however hard he wanted.

She felt waves of heat and shivers rush through her:

"Press me harder to the floor."

He looked at her and did as she had just asked. She began to breathe harder.

He pounded into her with a force and frequency she had never felt before.

He was decisive and determined. Rough and strong, magnificent!

He could see in her face that she was about to come. He slowed down, then, after a few moments, when she was almost coming, sped up and saw that beautiful grimace on her face as her body was flooded with a wonderful, all-encompassing warmth.

He didn't slow down as she climaxed; he knew it was right.

When the muscles in her face softened, he released her wrists and quickly pulled out, grabbed her arms, practically lifting her up, and placed her on his knees.

He bent her at the waist and ordered her to bend as low as possible.

He knelt behind her.

He saw that beautiful curve of her back, sloping down to her sweet, round ass.

He entered her again and began impaling her hard on his shaft.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her close.

He watched his hot, hard master disappear inside her, the ripples that formed in her ass with each thrust.

The sight so turned him on that he felt he, too, was about to come.

He couldn't see her face; all he had to do was hold her hair tightly and... suddenly he felt a shudder sweep through his body, as she slowly came, only to explode a moment later.

He slammed into her hard one last time, released her hair, and she turned her head and looked at him.

He looked amazing as he finished inside her; she felt his cum flooding her insides.

He tried to move a little more, but he was paralyzed, it went on and on!

He was sweaty and panting. He lay down next to her...