Suddenly, something drove into the entrance of my hole and I realize he had stuck his tongue in there. It wiggled and I screamed. I pressed my muscles... against him, wanting to capture the tiny invader and hold it. My hips thrust toward him in a rapid motion, imitating the action of a violent fucking. I bellowed and wailed as the sensation ripped through me. The orgasm was as thrilling and electric as any I’d ever had. But, still, it felt almost peripheral. Deep inside me was a longing, a vacancy. One Friday, I'm particularly tired and hungover after a client dinner the previous night. Bleary eyed, I peer at the reflection of her sparkling, clear eyes. I’m lost in the beautiful blueness — but I suddenly twitch, alert in a second. She’s staring back at me, not applying her makeup. It's not a look that invites a smile or nod; it’s a challenging, ‘What the fuck are you staring at, you ignorant twat.’I grimace and close my eyes; pretend to doze. It just isn't the done thing to catch. ..girls," I said. "You will appreciate them some day," she stated. "I have to leave again real soon so we haven't much but I would like to play a game, OK?" I asked, "A game?" "Sure, I'll bet your older buddies play it with their girlfrieds, we used to call it stink finger," she replied. "I heard of it, but that's all," I said. She was seated cross ways from me and scooted closer and as she did the front of the old dress opened up to reveal those luscious big thighs I was so. I couldn’t take it. Just the smell of him was making the lips of my yoni flutter and moisten. I backed up and sat on a desk near him.“I’m not going to bite you,” he said with a seductive smile, he was testing me. He was trying to see just how far I would go with our constant flirting. I smiled back, “I like to be bitten.”He was shocked by my response. But, I knew it turned him on. He smiled back, “well, then I might just bite you.”“Don’t start anything you can’t finish, I don’t think an old man.