He had two fingers inside my hot pussy and his thumb on my clit when he started talking dirty to me. He knows what it does to me.
“You like this, don’t you?” He said as he pressed the flat of his thumb on my clit and curled his fingers inside my pussy.
“Ooh, yes, baby, you know I do,” I said as I ground my wet pussy against his hand.
“You have a tight pussy. I like a tight pussy. I like feeling you stretch around my cock. You’re fun to fuck,” my lover said and continued to finger-fuck me.
“You’re fun to fuck,” I said in return.
“Are you thinking about having my cock inside you?”
“Oh, my god, yes!” I responded excitedly. I have a high-pitched whimper when I get excited. He loves it. It drives him crazy.
“You love a big cock stretching that tight little pussy of yours, don’t you?”
“OH MY GOD!” My excitement was in a rapid climb.
Suddenly the dirty talk had gone from being about us to being about fucking. Then it snowballed. I was wetter than I had ever been.
“You are a dirty little slut,” he said. You love a big cock in your pussy and your mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh my god…sweetie…I’m so wet right now!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“You like sucking big cock?”
“Oh, God, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
After he brought me to a loud, passionate orgasm with his fingers, I slowly exhaled and shivered. I was not lying when I told him that I had never been this wet before. This sort of dirty talk was an aphrodisiac to me. And it progressed from there.
My lover lay on his back while I gave him one of my masterful blowjobs. I made my mouth into a perfect O as I gripped his dick and bobbed my head up and down on it. In the middle of my amazing blowjob, as he called it, he started talking dirty to me again.
“Oh, baby, you are an excellent cocksucker. Your mouth is perfect. You make my cock twitch and throb. You are so good at sucking cock, baby. Don’t stop.”
I moaned with my mouth full, and I followed his desire for me not to stop.
“Oh, you like that? Yeah, you love big dicks, don’t you?” He asked, knowing the answer.
I moaned even louder on his dick. I had my hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy with my ass in the air. I vigorously fingered my clit while I fucked his cock with my mouth.
“Do you like guys with big dicks?” Just him asking me that question set me off like a firecracker.
I stopped and looked directly at him. “Yes, I love sucking big dicks?”
“What about those big black dicks? Do you like sucking them?” He asked.
“Yes, I like those too.”
I started sucking him faster and taking him deeper into my mouth. I knew he was on the verge of cumming. I rubbed his balls as he unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop because a cum-loving slut is what I am. I shivered and moaned through my orgasm at the same time.
I collapsed next to him as we both were breathing heavily, coming down from our sexual highs. We both lay there, neither of us wanting to speak first.
Both of us were in our early twenties at the time. It was our dirty talk and the sex that held us together. It was the dirty talk that had sex so much fun.
