Lola and Dion

It’s been a couple of weeks, and although we’ve seen each other couple of times, Bree and I haven’t talked about what happened that day. She’s been friendly but distant. That’s to be expected, I guess. My assumptions were confirmed, and I didn’t see her again that night. As much as I’d love to see her again, I’m not going to push the issue. Her comfort is my priority.

It’s been a long day, and I’ve decided to curl up with a book and a glass of bourbon. I’m chilling on the patio when Dion stops by to pay his rent. He follows me to my desk. I speak and try to make small with, “So, how's work going?” “Work is work,” is his reply. I raise and eyebrow and continue to write the receipt. We exchange and then he says, "Are you a lesbian?".

My thought was, damn, how loud was that girl? There is no way he could've heard us.

"Isn't that an odd question to be asking someone you barely talk to? But since you asked, I'm bisexual."

"Do you have a preference for men or women?"

"Well, at least you're direct. I do not have a preference. Each has their own pros and cons. Are you a lesbian?" As much as I try to maintain a straight face, I can't. His face is puzzled as if pondering if he could in fact be a lesbian. This cracks me up. To counter his frown, I say, "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." He gives me a lop-sided smile and turns to leave.

"If you have any more questions, I'm an open book."

That stops him in his tracks.

"I would like to be able to please a woman the way you did with Breylan."

Well, that was unexpected because this anti-social direct guy who barely talks to anyone doesn't seem like the type to even want to deal with people, let alone women.

"Did you have a particular woman in mind?"

"You."

I give him a long once-over. He has the darkest chocolatey skin on his 6'5 slender frame. He has severe eyes and a flat, broad nose, and a square jaw that somehow makes him look chiseled. He is sturdy in my appraisal, which signals that he has quiet confidence.

Mhm. Well, Dion, if you must know. I get pleasure by giving pleasure. Do you think you can handle being on the receiving end?

I don't have much experience with receiving. I'm always the one giving too.

Well then, this should be interesting.

"So, how does this work?"

"Follow me."

I grab his hand and bring him into the living room. I sit him on the couch, and I kneel in front of him. He studies me with out a word. I sit back and look up at him.

"So Dion, what turns you on?"

"Lesbians. Anal play. Threesomes. Squirting. Withholding."

Hes so matter of fact its cute. Men are often so shy about their preferences.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Three times a week."

"Ok. Show me."

"What?"

"I want to watch you masturbate. You see, Bree and I have the same anatomy, and I'm versed in all of her parts. But each man has a subtle difference in the way he likes to be stroked, sucked, and fucked. So show me.

He looks at me.

"Do you need some encouragement?"

"Take off your top and play with your nipples."

It's an easy enough request. I slowly unbutton the oversized men's shirt that I love to wear. I do it slowly to tease slightly. As I drape it off my shoulders, I watch as he pulls his dick out of his basketball shorts. And this is unexpected because it is huge. It's the girth of my forearm and about as long. He wraps his long-slender fingers around it and begins to stroke, and he watches me take my thumb and forefinger and squeeze my nipples. I bite the corner of my lip because I'm hungry to put him down my throat. I resist. I watch his hand motions intently, noticing that he squeezes the base of his dick before he comes up to the head. He also squeezes slightly at the top.

"Can I taste you?"

He gives me a nod. I lift up to my knees and place my hands on his knees. I give him a slow lick around the head. I follow that with a kiss. I repeat this action and then follow up by taking him in my mouth. I bob up and down, going slowly and each time taking him deeper in my mouth. I'm experienced enough to take him in the depth of my throat, but i have to work up to it. I enjoy the feel of him in my mouth, but I don't know if he feels the same because he is mute. I deep-throat him until I feel the gag come from my throat. I pull up and...nothing. I work my way up to it again and the same. After this, I pull my away from his dick and ask, "is everything ok?"

"I wanna fuck you. I have to feel you inside of me or im afraid ill come in your mouth."

"You know....I wouldn't mind."

Mmmpp.

I take off the cut-off denim shorts and thong that I have on. I'm completely naked and he's fully clothed. Umm...I motion for him to do the same, and this time he moves with urgency.

I bend over the arm of the sofa and raise one knee slightly to give him a clear view of my pussy. The slick folds glisten as giving head turns me on so much. He has to lift me up slightly to angle his cock in. His thick cock fills me up instantly and this position gives him direct access to my g-spot. He stiffens as he glides in as if he is unsure of what to do next. I glance over my shoulder and ask if he is okay.

He has a pained look on his face but says, “Yes, I’m thinking about baseball so I don’t nut in you. How are you this tight and wet? Aren’t you old?”

“You know Dion, one of the things I admire about you is your brevity. But it’s not smart to insult a woman you want to fuck?”

He says, “You are right, I am sorry.”

“Okay, so breathe.”

He inhales and exhales deeply. He glides out of me slowly and back inside me with the same slow intensity. My pussy is throbbing from being stuffed and stroked like this. I let out a low moan. If he could I think he would like to pound my pussy but he seems to maintain this slow stoke, sliding out to the edge of my slit, and then gliding back in. I don’t move an inch, but instead clinch my pussy around his cock as he slides back in. I can hear him inhale deeply again, but he keeps moving slowly. I feel like I could melt like chocolate every time that thick cock grazes over my g-spot. I’m so close to coming all over that massive cock that I can’t even think straight. He leans over so his back is on mine and bites my ear. Lifting his leg up to cradle mine, he begins to pound me. He hasn’t said a word this whole time. I feel the moans resonating in my sternum as he strokes my pussy and pounds it hard but slowly. My orgasm comes easily after that, and it seems that Dion has found his groove. Instead of stopping, he flips me over. With my hips raised on the arm of the sofa, he slides his hands up my thighs and pushes them upward and out. He leans forward slightly to secure my legs and places his thumb on my clit. He continues to pound against my pussy and with the added motion of his rough thumb circling my clit, I feel the wave of a second orgasm.

“Oh my gawd, don’t stop!!” I say he begins to pick up speed.

I can feel the pulse at the base of his cock signaling that he is close.

“I want you to come on my face.” He looks concerned.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” He doesn’t need to be told a second time. He slides out of me and stokes his dick until his seed releases all over my open waiting mouth. Then he does the unexpected. Grabbing underneath my shoulders, he lifts me up and kisses me, tasting his seed.