This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The city still slept, a haze of fog and silence lay over the cobblestones of Kensington as I positioned myself in front of the screen in my townhouse. My cock was already hard, barely had the thought of Lena entered my mind. I, Max, a copywriter, had gotten into this night to talk with my colleague, the art director Lena. We had met online months ago, and since then, we had built a regular connection via video calls. Our conversations were always marked by a mix of work and personal topics, but tonight was supposed to be different. Lena had told me a few days ago that she would be coming to London to work on a project, and I could hardly wait to finally meet her in person. In our last calls, we hadn’t just talked about layouts, but also about our deepest fantasies. She had confessed that she imagined me bending her over my desk and fucking her tight ass while she worked on her designs. I had told her how I imagined licking her wet cunt with my tongue until she screamed. Tonight, that fantasy would become reality.
I took a deep breath and adjusted the camera to make sure I looked good. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I had to rub it briefly through the fabric to relieve the tension. Lena and I had already talked about our work and our dreams, but I knew our conversation tonight would reach a new level. I smiled as I thought about our last conversations, in which we had spoken about our fantasies and desires. We had both turned out to be fans of fantasy erotic stories, and I knew our encounter would be a mix of reality and fantasy. As I looked around, I noticed the bookshelves filled with novels by Anaïs Nin and other authors, and I felt inspired to write our own story. Suddenly the computer rang, and Lena’s face appeared on the screen. She smiled, and I felt my heart beat faster. Her mouth was slightly open, and I could imagine taking my cock in it.
Lena looked breathtaking, her skin glowed in the light of the London street lamps, and her eyes sparkled with joy. She wore a low-cut top that emphasized her perky tits, and I could see her hard nipples underneath. “I can’t wait to see you, Max,” she said in a voice trembling with desire. “I’ve thought all week about how you fuck me.” We talked about our plans for the night, and I suggested we meet at a nearby restaurant. She agreed, and I could hardly wait to finally hold her in my arms. As we said goodbye, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I stood up to get ready for our meeting, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled. I put on my jacket, grabbed my keys, and left the townhouse. My cock was so hard it pressed against the zipper of my pants, and I had to shift it into a more comfortable position.
The restaurant was a cozy place, with soft lights and an atmosphere that invited us both to open up. We sat down at a table by the window, and I ordered a glass of wine for both of us. Lena looked at me, and I felt lost in her eyes. She wore a short skirt that bared her long legs, and I could almost smell the wet heat between her thighs. We talked about our dreams and desires, and I told her about my passion for fantasy erotic stories. She smiled, and I knew she understood me. “I’ve thought of nothing else tonight but your cock inside me,” she whispered as she leaned over the table. “I want you to fuck me hard until I can’t think anymore.” Her hand wandered under the table and touched my leg. I felt my cock grow even harder as she gently stroked my thigh. When we finished our drinks, I suggested we take a walk through the city. The night was still warm, and the stars sparkled above us. We walked hand in hand, and I felt like I was in a dream. The city was quiet, and we were alone, surrounded by the magic of the night.
We arrived at a small park, and I suggested we sit on a bench. Lena agreed, and we sat down next to each other. The night was still, and I felt safe in Lena’s presence. We talked about our fantasies, and I told her about my dreams. She smiled, and I knew she understood me. “I want you to take me here,” she said softly, placing my hand on her thigh. “Here, under the stars.” I leaned forward, and our lips met. The kiss was gentle but passionate, and I felt my tongue glide into her mouth. She moaned softly as I wrapped my tongue around hers. My hand wandered under her skirt, and I felt the wet warmth of her panties. They were soaked, and I could feel the moist folds of her cunt through the fabric. “You’re so wet,” I whispered as I let my fingers glide over her slit. “I want to taste you,” she said, and she knelt on the ground in front of me. Her hands tugged at my belt, and I helped her open my pants. My cock sprang out, hard and pulsating, the glans gleaming in the moonlight. Lena leaned forward and took it in her mouth. Her lips enveloped my glans, and I felt her tongue circle the tip. “Yes, take it deep,” I groaned as she took my whole cock into her throat. She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing, and I felt her take me all the way to the back of her throat. I held her head firmly as I pressed her face into my lap, and she gagged softly, but she didn’t stop. Her saliva ran down my shaft, and I felt her take in every drop of my lust. After a few minutes, she pulled back, her lips red and swollen. “I want you to fuck me,” she panted. “Now.”
I pulled her off the bench and pressed her against a tree. Her skirt had ridden up, and I pulled her panties to the side. Her cunt was wet and smooth, the lips swollen with desire. I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into her slit. She moaned loudly as I circled her clit with my tongue.
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