Facesitting marathon

This is the true story of my crazy weekend with a guy named Adam. I met Adam online, and he wasn’t really the type of guy I’d normally go for. He was very manly and worked in construction. He was the sort of guy who drove a truck and wore a baseball cap. In his pictures, I could tell he was definitely muscular and tanned from working outside so much. When I met him, he was in the middle of renovating his house. 

Our first date was at a bar, and we hit it off. I was pleasantly surprised by him. He was very charming, with his sandy blonde hair and clean-shaven face. He smelled amazing, like sandalwood and tobacco. 

“I’d invite you back to my place,” he said, after he paid the bill. “But the place is a mess since I’m doing all those renovations. Some parts of the floor are missing. I don’t want you judging me.”

I leaned over the table and put my hands under my chin. “Well, I definitely won’t judge you. . .” I trailed off and gave him my most seductive look. I really wanted to go home with him.

“Alright,” said Adam, smirking at me. “Let’s go.”

He held the door open for me as we left the bar, which was in walking distance of his house. It was a cute bungalow-style home. He gave me the tour, and I was impressed by the work he was doing. He was definitely a handy guy.

That night, our cuddles on the couch quickly led to sex on the couch. His body was immaculate, a perfectly tan, sculpted body. His cock was nice and long, exactly how I liked them.

We ended up having sex late into the night, which quickly led to a sleepover. It was one of those dates that we just didn’t want to end. While we were in bed together, just having fucked a second time, Adam ended up confessing to me how much he loved being submissive, and how much he enjoyed having a woman sit on his face.

“Well, I’m more than happy to oblige,” I said genuinely.

“Really?” Adam asked, looking surprised. “Some women aren’t into it as much. Don’t do it for my sake.”

“No, I think it’s hot.” I could already imagine myself settling in against his face, grinding against him. 

To prove my point, I told him to slide down the bed a little bit. We were both still naked and were covered up under his sheets. I sat up and swung my legs over his face, sitting my pussy down against him while Adam moaned. I loved the way it looked, his nose and mouth just completely wrapped up by my pussy. He let out a muffled groan as I started to move on top of him. 

It was hot, I had to admit. I had sat on men’s faces before, but none of them had seemed to enjoy it as enthusiastically as Adam did. I leaned forward and braced myself on his headboard while I settled my crotch even deeper right against his nose and mouth. I alternated between grinding back and forth and gently bouncing up and down. Every time I moved even slightly, Adam gasped for breath and let out a rumbling moan. I could tell he was loving it, which turned me on even more.

His tongue finally settled on the perfect spot against my clit, and I shivered. He knew exactly what to do with that tongue. He splayed it out across me and glided it in slow circles. My fingers gripped the headboard harder as I rode his face back and forth. I felt like he was my personal sex toy or something, and it didn’t take me long to cum. 

“Fuuuck!” I whimpered. “Yes!”

I threw back my head and let my orgasm take over me. I stopped moving and let Adam do his thing from underneath. He licked my clit until I was completely spent, and I fell over onto the bed beside him.

“You’re amazing,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

He smiled at me and rolled over to give me a kiss. I loved being able to taste myself on his lips, which were wet and glossy. “You are,” he said.

I thought he might want to fuck again, but he didn’t seem to mind getting me off and nothing more. We had just wrapped me up in a spooning position as we started to drift off. . .

The next morning, I was woken up to the smell of coffee. When I opened my eyes, Adam was totally naked still and was walking into the bedroom with a steaming cup of coffee for me.

“That’s so nice,” I sighed, taking the mug from him. “Thank you.”

Adam put something on Netflix. 

“Am I overstaying my welcome?” I asked. “You can kick me out.”

He shook his head. “I don’t have a thing to do. Except you.”

Hearing him say that filled me with a heat that traveled all the way between my legs. That’s what kicked off our weekend marathon event of fucking and facesitting.

While the Netflix movie played in front of us, I sat backwards on Adam’s face so I could watch. He buried my ass right up against his nose, causing him not to be able to see anything. All he could do was eat my ass and get smothered by the weight of me. 

Occasionally, I would raise my ass up off of his face, and he’d take a big gasp.

“You like that ass, baby?” I asked.

“So much.” He barely had time to get the words out before I sat right back down.

After that, we began to 69. This was the hottest 69’ing I had ever done. Adam was so good at eating my pussy. He didn’t seem to be distracted at all by the fact that I was sucking his cock like a lot of guys would be. 

I slid my mouth up and down his shaft while his tongue glided against my pussy and onto my clit. I hadn’t felt pleasure like this in so long. 

I was the first one to cum. The orgasm started off slowly and built up as a huge wave that crashed through my body. I had Adam’s cock completely stuffed down my throat, groaning against it as I climaxed.

I think that sent him over the edge, because his cock shot a big load of cum down my throat within just a few seconds of me cumming. I swallowed down every last drop, settling my ass down on Adam’s face while I did so.

Finally, we were both completely spent, so Adam pulled me up against him as we cuddled and finished our coffees, which were now cold.

“Do you think I should rewind so we can see what we missed?” asked Adam.

“Does it really matter?” I raised my eyebrows at him as I sipped from the coffee cup.

We only managed to make it another thirty minutes before Adam pulled me back onto his face. I rested myself comfortably over his mouth and nose, my eyes staring into his. From this position, I felt like a sexy goddess. Adam held onto my thighs and lapped at my pussy in his eager, excited way. 

“I love how much you love this cunt,” I said, reaching down to play with his hair while I squirmed against his face. “You do such a good job eating it.”

That weekend, I didn’t leave Adam’s house for two days. He let me borrow a t-shirt to wear around, but for the most part, I stayed completely naked. He let me put on episodes of my favorite dating show and sit on his face for a good hour straight. It felt as natural as sitting on a chair. Sometimes I would bounce up and down while his tongue plunged straight into my hole, and sometimes I would just sink against his face, smothering him totally. Sometimes I would face the TV and completely block him out. I’d occasionally get on my cellphone, which Adam ended up loving because it made him feel like I was just using him for his mouth and tongue. 

And in between all the face sitting, we had countless sex sessions. It felt like I was back in college or something with the amount of stamina I somehow had. By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, we were both totally exhausted. I think Adam had made me cum at least 20 times that weekend, which seemed impossible. 

“I had the best time with you,” said Adam, grinning as I began to finally get dressed. “This has to be the longest first date ever.”

I laughed. “It really was.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a long second date with you. . . maybe next weekend?”

“I’ll pencil you in.”

I started counting down the days from the minute I got into my car. . .