While my story with Ben was surprising and fun, it could not compare to those encounters that provided some actual, physical release. Let’s be real. I’m a vixen. My fantasies are physical for a reason. Cue the next part of this particular conference story. I had been in contact with Romeo since our sexy, romantic evening together. By this time our relationship had really evolved and opened the door to some personal changes in the lifestyle. I had a very strong connection with Romeo. He felt the same and so he represented my first step into a more polyamorous relationship.
We were talking throughout the conference and to be quite honest, I was in dire need of some good fucking. Our time at the hotel was still fresh on my mind. I wanted more. It turns out Romeo did too. Here is a little paraphrased snippet of what that looked like.
Him: “I want to see you again!”
Me: “I want you to see me again!”
Him: “Don’t tempt me to fly out there…”
Me: “Tempt tempt tempt…”
Him: “That’s it. I’ll see you next weekend.”
Me: “Wait wha-?”
Him: “Just bought the tickets.”
Me: “YAY!”
Romeo for the win, ladies and gentlemen. That’s how you keep a vixen happy. And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to keep him happy all weekend long.
A week later and I was standing in the airport terminal, waiting for our reunion. My heart raced. I felt giddy. I am not at all afraid to admit the feelings I felt for Romeo. What made everything even better was the support I had from my stag to explore these feelings without restriction. So it was, the moment felt like something torn straight out of the pages of a romance novel. My handsome lover cane into view after months apart. He took me in his arms. We kissed. If ever there was a time for a leg pop, that was it. It was intimate and passionate and the reason why I love being a vixen.
Well, one of the reasons…
We made it as far as the car before I had his dick out and in my mouth. Hearing his moans and tasting his precum was everything I needed at that moment. My thong was soaked with want. It would have been easy to take his load right there and then. But we hadn’t waited months for a quick easy blowjob. I gave the head of his cock a little kiss and smiled up at him.
“Not yet.”
Edging Romeo was a favorite past time of mine and I intended to make my stallion work for his release.
We arrived at the hotel about twenty minutes later. He dropped his bags off in the living area and then I was in his arms. Together again. The moment felt surreal. His body against mine. I had spent a lot of time remembering our last night in a hotel, rubbing my clit as I thought about his rock hard dick inside of me. And there we were again. I could feel him swelling inside his pants. We kissed with such passion and need.
Soon our clothes were dropping to the ground. Romeo laid back on the bed. I went to clothes the blinds and then removed my panties before climbing up to straddle him. We teased each other. I slid my pussy along his bare shaft. One note about Romeo. He never wore a condom, which I loved. There is nothing better than feeling a man’s bare cock and knowing when he finally releases, all that cum was going to be deep inside of me.
We took our time. As our tongues became reacquainted, I rocked my hips, using the head of his dick to massage my clit. He had his hands on my ass. His fingers slipped down my skin to guide his tip to the lips of my pussy. I eased back, taking in his girth until he was balls deep and I felt that press at my g-spot.
I rode my stallion hard in those next few moments, our connection evolving from the sweet passion to something far more primal. And it felt with every moan and gasped breath, our mutual desire increased. I knew where his mind was going. I knew what my stallion wanted and being the generous vixen I am, I obliged by climbing off his cock to straddle his face. He groaned in appreciation. I grinned as I rubbed my pussy across his waiting tongue and let him taste just how much I wanted him.
Only for a few minutes though, because I wanted to taste him as well.
I turned around and took his cock in my mouth as he worked my clit at the same time. 69 was always a fun position. It came with a bit of an unspoken challenge. Who could keep focus the longest? Admittedly, Romeo knew his way around a wet pussy and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out. Good thing I had a huge dick in my mouth to muffle the sound.
I kissed down his shaft and gave some special attention to his balls before we decided it was time to get to some good, hard fucking. Romeo laid me down and took me hard in a straight missionary. His thrusts were deep. I felt the beginnings of orgasm. Romeo was the only man who could make me orgasm with his cock alone. My heart raced. My body began to shake beneath his pounding.
“I’m going to cum,” he groaned. “Suck my dick, baby.” Romeo pulled out and set his dick against mouth. There was a thrilling, erotic spontaneity to it all. Everything I had wanted in life. Exactly what I needed. I opened wide and took in his throbbing head, effectively destroying my stallion’s last shreds of control. His warm cum filled my mouth in waves of ecstasy. I felt the throbbing in my mouth. I looked up to see the heady rush of pleasure overcome his face. I heard his moans of pleasure. And then swallowed every last drop of his release.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, as he lowered himself back on top of me. “I like it.”
And then we kissed, long and sensual and deep.
Romeo had the incredible gift of staying hard even after cumming. It was one of those fun, little surprises I had discovered during our first hotel rendezvous. And it was a surprise then, as well. My pussy was still very wet from the pounding. He slipped inside me but this time there was a slow, deliberate rhythm to the movement. The throttle eased back to allow a moment of tenderness. Recall that Romeo and I had developed some pretty significant feelings for one another. While no relationship would ever perfect, the moments we shared could be…and this was.
We made love. And then we fucked. And then he held me. We whispered those sweet nothings the romance novels always talk about.
When at last we had worn each other out, it was late and I had an early day at the conference coming up. I lay in my stallion’s arms, marveling at life. Miles away, another stallion awaited my return home. Armando promised a night of dancing and more when I got back. I had my wonderful stag who remained my truest companion. And now there was Romeo, a man who had flown miles to be with me for the weekend. I smiled and kissed him and snuggled close.
Moments of perfection.