I'm not 100% sure how this particular encounter came about. I'd first met Alyssa in Green Park one lunchtime to buy a pair of her worn panties. The exchange was fairly unremarkable, just a quick and awkward hello, followed by me handing her some cash, conscious of the fact it looked like a drug deal, and then her slipping a plastic bag containing a pair of black, full-back panties into my hand. Little more was said, and we parted ways.
I texted Alyssa once I'd gotten home and given her panties a sniff to thank her and compliment her on her erotic scent. She asked for some photos of me enjoying her panties, so I sent a couple of pictures of them wrapped around my hard dick. I told her I wished she was sitting on my face wearing them as I wanked. Unexpectedly, that somehow led to us arranging to do just that.
We hadn't really hit it off particularly well when we'd met in Green Park, so when Alyssa arrived at mine one Tuesday afternoon, it was just as awkward as the first meeting. Alyssa was a curvy, black girl in her early to mid-20s. She was clearly nervous as I led her to my bedroom, but I did all I could to make her feel comfortable. I should point out that, although I'd paid Alyssa for her panties in the past, this time wasn't business for Alyssa. I got the impression that perhaps she hadn't had many encounters with guys, and when an offer came up from a stranger, she just ceased the moment and took the opportunity to explore.
"Are you okay?" I asked Alyssa. "Yeah," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, adding, "Tired." I nodded. "Yeah, me too." I sat beside her and asked, "So, what do you want to do?" She thought for a moment and said, "Shall I sit on your face?" I, of course, agreed to this.
I led back on the bed, and Alyssa made small talk as she pulled down a pair of black leggings and took off her short denim skirt, asking about my housemate and where I was originally from. I followed her lead and unbuckled my shorts and kicked them off the end of the bed while watching her curvy black ass hovering above me to the side of the bed. "You've got a great body," I told her.
She then approached the top of the bed and asked, "Which way around?" She gestured at my face with her finger. She was asking which way she should sit on my face. I said, "I don't mind, a bit of both." And she straddled my head, hovering over me wearing a small black thong. She'd positioned herself with her back towards my body and held on to the headboard for support as she lowered her panty-covered pussy down on to my mouth and nose.
I was already rock hard as I nuzzled against her pussy, deeply inhaling her intimate scent. She sat with her full weight on me, my head clamped between her chunky thighs. My hands moved up to grab her curvy ass. "You smell so good," I whispered from beneath her as I caressed an ass cheek in each hand and gently nibbled on her pussy through the fabric of her thong.
After about five minutes, she stood up, spun around, and once again lowered herself on to my face. Her now-wet panties against my mouth as she wriggled, burying my nose within her ample bottom. In this position, she was face-to-face with my cock as it strained in my boxers. We'd only spoken about face sitting in our text messages arranging the meeting, so it was unexpected when she gave my length a couple of strokes through my boxer shorts before pulling the waste band down and taking my cock in her hand.
She was fairly lacklustre, rubbing my dry cock quite clumsily, perhaps because she was more interested in what was happening to her between her own legs. As Alyssa had taken things to the next level, I decided to do the same. I reached beneath her and pulled her thong aside, allowing me to taste her wet pussy as she pushed it against my face. My hands found her ass once again as I gently sucker her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over it.
Meanwhile, Alyssa continued to stroke me, focusing on the shaft rather than moving her hand all the way up to my sensitive head, thus making the handjob rather mediocre. She was doing a good job of keeping me hard, but her strokes were doing nothing to bring me closer to release.
I continued to lick Alyssa, exploring her wet snatch with my tongue, and she pushed her body against my face. After about ten minutes of unstimulating stroking, Alyssa changed her technique. She cupped my balls with one hand, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, and continued to stroke me with her other hand, now extending her motion over the head of my cock.
After about five minutes, she shifted her attention to my balls, gently massaging them and pulling on them as my hard cock twitched above. Then she resumed her lacklustre stroking of my shaft for another minute or so, until finally I felt something warm and wet on the tip of my cock. Alyssa had spat on my dick, using her saliva as lubricant, which instantly elevated the sensation of her hand on me. She added more of her natural lubricant to my erection as she began to stroke me with a little more purpose.
However, another five minutes went by, and my cock got drier, and the movement of Alyssa's hand up and down my shaft became slower and less pleasurable, again ignoring my most sensitive parts. I suggested we swap places so I could lick her more easily, and so she laid on her back at the bottom of the bed. I knelt between her legs at the foot of the bed and slid her thong down her legs, giving me my first proper look at her plump, shaved pussy.
Her breathing deepened as I focused my full attention on her pussy, exploring every fold and gently but relentlessly rubbing my tongue over her swollen clit. Alyssa's handjob had left me unfulfilled, so I took my erection in my own hand as I continued to eat her pussy and stroked myself. I shot my load somewhere beneath the bed just as Alyssa's thighs tightened around my head and her breathing became erratic. She didn't moan; in fact, she'd been pretty quiet the whole time I'd been licking her, but I could tell that she was climaxing.
Once satisfied, she sat up on the bed, pushing me away as she did. She had a huge grin on her face. Alyssa's shyness had completely gone; after her orgasm, she seemed completely relaxed. I handed her a pack of wet wipes, and she cleaned herself off in silence, still with a smile on her face. After a little more small talk, Alyssa left, leaving me with the black thong as a reminder of her visit.
