My Meter Mans Meat
Thursday morning was my day. My day, when I was free and alone
to dress in my female cloths. Every one was out, kids, wife,
cat, and dog. I was wearing a white lace brassier and matching
panties, so brief that they hid nothing, and so flimsy,
you could see everything through them. I was wearing a white
lace suspender belt, blue patterned nylon stockings,
black high heels and a black dress. I had on full make up,
wig, jewelery and most important of all, my pearl whores
ankle bracelet. I was so randy that morning, that my pre-cum
was already dripping from male clit into the gusset of my
panties.
I had just pored myself a coffee when the door bell rang,
and not expecting anyone that early I carefully peek through
the curtains on the front window. Oh hell! It was the Gas
Board meter reader and me in full TV dress. What the hell
was I to do? The bell rang again. I had two options. Ignore
it, and hope he’d come back another day, or open the door
and see if I could bluff it out. Now I must admit, I don’t look
at all bad when I’m dressed up, in fact I think I look fucking
great, and have lots of photos to prove it.
So I answered the door. “Morning luv. Gas board, ” he said,
eyeing my up and down. I nodded and stood aside for him to
enter. As I closed the front door I watched him as he walked
down the hall and open the meter cupboard.
He was only small,
about five two, in his mid fifties and going slightly thin
on top. Never the less, he was quite nice looking. He finished
reading the meter and closing the cupboard door turned,
sniffing. “Is that coffee I can smell?” he asked. I nodded,
and in my nicest voice said, “Yes. Would you like a cup?”
“Love one darling. And anything else you’ve got, ” he laughed,
winking at me. I showed him through to the sitting room,
invited him to take a seat, then went into the kitchen and
pored him a coffee. When I returned, he was sitting in one
of the big arm chairs, and after handing him the cup, I took
a seat on the large settee opposite to him, crossing my legs
as I did so.
We talked amiably about this and that, and I watched him
eyeing up my legs all the time we chatted. “Got a nice pair
of legs there love, ” he finally said, placing his now empty
cup on he coffee table. “Don’t suppose you’d like to show
us a bit more, would you?”
“Cheeky sod aren’t you, ” I said laughing, raising the
hem of my dress so my stocking tops and suspenders came into
view; and watching as his trousers began to bulge.
Fucking hell! I love stockings and suspenders, ” he panted.
“How about showing me what else you’ve got up there.”
“I think you’d be a bit disappointed, ” I replied.
“Oh go on darlin’! Show me what you’ve got, and I’ll give
you a flash of mine.”
Smiling, I slowly spread my nylon clad thighs so he could
see right up my dress, exposing the tiny gusset of my panties.
Oh fucking hell! Look at all that pussy hair. I’ve got to
have a grope of that.”
He came across and sat beside me, thrusting his hand up my
dress and into the leg of my panties. “Bloody hell! You’re
a fella, ” he gasped.
“Told you you’d be disappointed, ” I said.
“Disappointed my arse, ” he said, quickly unfastening
his trousers and taking out his rampant prick. “Give this
a suck for me honey then I’ll got to work on your male clit.”
Quickly kneeling between his wide spread legs, I took his
throbbing cock in my hand, and slid back his foreskin to
reveal the huge purple head, already dripping his pre-cum.
My own draws were now saturated with my own drippings as
I took his cock into my mouth running my lips down to his swollen
balls, his thick mass of pubic hair brushing my face and
exciting me even more. “Suck me baby, suck me. Christ it’s
years since I’ve had hot lips around my cock. Drain my fucking
balls dry honey, then I’ll give your clit a good licking
before I shove my prick up your anal cunt.
I was sucking on his shaft ravenously by this time, while
he shafted it into my eager mouth, the taste of his salty
juice exciting me beyond belief.
“I’m coming baby, I’m coming, ” he cried, as the first gush
hit the back of my throat and I swallowed hungrily. More
and more shot into my hungry sucking mouth and I gobbled
it down ravenously, until at last with a long shudder, he
withdrew it from my mouth.
“Right baby. Up on the settee, legs wide and lets get at that
male clit of yours. With my legs spread as wide as possible,
he dragged the leg of my draws to one side, and plunged his
face between my welcoming legs, his hot mouth enveloping
my quivering male clit, sucking hungrily. I screamed with
delight as he rammed two fingers up my love hole and began
finger frigging me, while he sucked and slurped between
my nylon clad thighs. Raising his face he looked at me for
a moment my pre-cum glistening around his mouth. “You smell
fucking lovely down there darlin’. What are you using,
‘Fem Fresh?’”
“Hurry up and finish licking me, ” I panted, thrusting
against his once more sucking mouth.
“I want to feel that lovely length of hot meat poking me.”
Removing his face from between my thighs again, he grinned
at me. “Your one horny fucking bitch aren’t you?” he said.
“How many guy’s have you had up your man pussy?”
“You’ll be the first, ” I replied. “I’ve had my Dil Do up
there every opportunity I get, but I’ve always wanted a
length of real meat.
”
“And that’s what your going to get, slut, ” he said laughing.
He quickly removed his trousers and jockey shorts, exposing
his engorged cock, swollen balls, and thick forest of pubic
hair.
Thrusting my dress high about my waist, he dragged my draws
off, pushed a cushion under my hips to raise my buttocks,
then went to work with a jar of lube I handed him. He applied
a generous amount between the cheeks of my man pussy, then
worked more into my quivering love hole, his fingers working
in and out greasing and widening me. He applied a good covering
of lube to his jutting prick, right down to his balls then
knelt between my wide spread nylon clad thighs.
“Right bitch. Prepare to be fucked, he said, lowering himself
on me, his cock slipping easily between my greased cheeks, .
“I’m going to fill your belly with a load white mice.” And
with that I felt the swollen head of his prong slide into
my hole, spreading me wide.
“Lovely, ” I cried. “Now fuck me you horny bastard. Fill
me with your man meat, and flood me with lots of fucking hot
sponk.”
He gave a swift thrust, and I felt his hot balls slapping
against the heaving cheeks of my arse, as he drove his rampant
meat in and out of my excited love nest.
My nylon clad legs were clamped about the cheeks of his humping
arse, pulling him tightly against me, the thick forest
of pubic hair that spread from around his hungry cock up
over his lower belly, rubbing against my throbbing male
clit driving me wild with pleasure.
“More, More. Fuck me harder your horny bastard. Fill my
man cunt with all you’ve got, ” I shouted, heaving and thrusting
against him as he rode me wildly.
“I’m fucking you as hard as I can, you horny, randy, fucking
slut bitch, ” he panted, sweat standing out on his brow
from his efforts. “I’ll fuck the twat off you before I’m
through.”
“Yes please. Then you can eat my cum soaked twat.” I screamed.
“And I’m shooting my love juice now. Oh christ, I’m coming,
I’m cooommmmming.”
My hot love juice spurted from me in a flood, inundating
my male clit, hairy pussy, and running down into my quivering
split, and over his still ramming cock.
“So am I, ” he yelled, his voice quivering. “I’m filling
your man twat now.”
His hot sponk rushed between the clinging walls of my love
pit, spurt after spurt, until I thought he would never stop.
I had never experience pleasure like it with a woman. I wanted
it to go on and on as our trembling bodies lay locked together,
still thrusting and heaving as we both enjoyed the most
wonderful climax. My orgasm seemed to be endless, and as
he pulled out of me, he sank his face between my saturated
thighs, lapping and licking our combined cum from my still
quivering clitty and around my now gapping love hole, sucking
the cum that was dripping from it.
With my dress held high
about my waist, I swiveled about on his face till I was down
on his cock sucking his cum drops from the eye of his weapon,
while we mumbled and moaned through mouthfuls of love meat.
Twice more that morning, he rode me, and I eat his throbbing
beef savouring his sponk over and over again as I swallowed
it down. I had never known sex like it and wanted more.
Each Thursday now, he makes sure he can visit what he lovingly
calls his cum piece, shagging the belly off me on every occasion
and leaving my full of hot sponk and the satisfaction of
multiple orgasms.
MY METER MANS MEAT IS WONDERFUL