Gothic Revival

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Gothic RevivalWay back in the mists of time, the early to mid 1990’s I dated a gorgeous lady. She was a Goth – tall, elegant, legs that went on forever, a very high sex drive and lots of very exciting lingerie. She was also the very first woman I ever slept with who had a completely shaven pussy. Not something that was very common when I first started my sex life back in the 1980’s. We had split up, but had somehow always stayed in contact. She had gone on to get married, have k**s, but had also forged a career as a fetish model. She would sometimes send me her latest images from shoots, and always looked hot and desirable and I would think back to our time together and the fucking we had done. But by now I had moved to a different part of the country, got married and settled down. We seemed to be a million miles apart. With the advent of Facebook and other social media outlets, we found keeping in touch easier. One year it was clear she was having a rough time. She was on her own, she had lost both her parents to cancer and she was approaching her 40th birthday, something she wasn’t too happy about. I remembered her birthday and sent her a long message via email on the day and said that next time I was back in her area we should meet up and I would buy her dinner. She sent me a message back thanking me profusely for my kindness and saying she’d had the shittiest birthday ever. No one had really remembered it, both her parents were gone and, she added, even her c***dren seemed to have forgotten her. My heart melted for her and I quickly checked my diary to see when I was next going to be back in her area and that we could get together. It was about two weeks away, so I dropped her a line back, said I would be around on the Friday evening, would she like to have dinner as a late birthday present from me. She was delighted and said she couldn’t wait. On the Friday, with my work finished, I drove to her town and the house where she lived. It was a non-descript modern estate house, but you knew it was hers with the Gothic touches she had added – spiders webs painted in the corners of the windows and adapazar escort candles everywhere. She answered the door looking stunning. Still that tall slender figure, she was wearing a figure hugging black satin dress, she had fishnet stockings on, stilettos and what she called her full Morticia Addams “war paint” – white face and blood red lips. Amazing. We went out to the restaurant where I had booked a table and had a lovely evening, chatting, reminiscing and enjoying each others company. I drove her back to her house and she asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. Why not? I had split from my wife a couple of years previously, I couldn’t get into much trouble just having a coffee, could I?She sat me down on her big sofa, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said she wouldn’t be long and disappeared out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She was gone for what seemed like a lifetime and I was wondering where the hell she was getting the coffee from. Brazil? A while later the door opened and she walked back in the room. She was wearing a black basque, her fishnet tights and suspenders, a tiny black thong, and still had her stilettos on. She was carrying a small tray with a bottle of Chateau Neuf du Pape, two glasses and was carrying a couple of porn DVD’s. Ah, the penny dropped. “Coffee” – of course. She made a big show of bringing a table over to me and bending over provocatively in her slinky lingerie as she placed the bottle and glasses down. I stroked her creamy white buttocks and I clearly heard her moan softly. She sat next to me on the sofa and asked me to pour the wine. We sipped our glasses and set them down. She handed me the two porn DVD’s. One was called something like “Lesbian Lust” and she admitted it was her favourite. The other was the old Anabolic movie “World Sex Tour 23” with a couple of really hot interracial scenes in it. “I know how much you love interracial fucking – remember how much you wanted me to take black cock for you…” she whispered in my ear, before licking and nibbling my ear lobe. The DVD went on and she chose one of the interracial escort adapazarı scenes. She sat next to me on the sofa, her legs gently opening and closing almost imperceptibly. “Nice cock” she mumbled as one huge black monster started fucking a white pussy. I leaned across and kissed her, and she responded hungrily, kissing me passionately and deeply. My hand slipped down between her thighs and I stroked her clit and cunt through her tiny black thong. Her breathing became coarse and her hips trembled gently. I moved down onto the floor and knelt between her thighs, parting them and ran my tongue up the top of her legs, then hooking a thumb in her thong, I pulled it to one side to reveal her shaved pussy. She was very wet and tasted divine. My tongue slid deep inside her and she moaned loudly, holding the back of my head and grinding her cunt into me. My hands slid under her buttocks and pulled her closer to me, and I slid a small finger tip into her arse. She had slipped her bra off by this time and her small pert tits were showing off their beautiful pink nipples, both of which she now had pierced, something she hadn’t had when we dated before, and she proceeded to twist and turn the bolts through her nipples as my tongue lapped and reamed her soaking cunt. I brought her to the edge of climax, and then held back, making her edge was so hot. After some time doing this, I stood up and she rapidly helped me out of my jeans and boxers. She took my cock in hands, and ran a light pierced tongue over the head and along the shaft. “Mmmmmmmmm your balls have got so big since we used to fuck” she murmured before taking my cock deep into her mouth and sucking it passionately. She squeezed my balls and then popped first one and then the other in her mouth, sucking them hard. I then held her head and forced my cock back into her mouth, and she gagged and sucked harder, looking up at me with her slutty eyes. We both knew we wanted to fuck, so I pulled out of her mouth and helped her up. We went up the stairs to her bedroom. I lay on the bed and she took off her basque – her body was still magnificent. adapazarı escort bayan Yes, you could tell she’d had c***dren, but her breasts were still perky, her nipples pink and hard. She clasped my cock again and wanked it with her cool hand. “I’m your dirty Goth slut and you can do anything with me….” she whispered. With that she straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her tight cunt. I pushed up into her and she threw her head back and almost growled with pleasure as my cock squeezed into her. She started grinding down onto my cock, her long black fingernails scratched across my chest and she rode me looking deeply into my eyes. “I’m you cheap little Goth whore for the night – fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Pound it, cum inside me, use me, make me yours….” My thrust intensified. She leaned forward and we kissed deeply. She sat back up. “I can taste my cunt on your lips….” she hissed. My hands grasped her small tits and I milked them to the pierced tips. She threw her head back and cried out. “Come on fuck your Goth bitch…. come on. Use my cunt. Cum in me. I want your cum…” she was urging me on, her rhythm increasing all the time. Our bodies were slapping together, her beautiful small breasts bouncing and dancing in the soft light of her room. I wasn’t sure if all her talk was real or just bravado. “Can I cum inside you…?” I managed to blurt out. She leaned right down to me, eye to eye. “I need your cum!” she hissed and kissed me deeply. I gripped her hips and thrust up into her as hard as I could. The effect was electric. She sat up arched her back and began cumming. Shouting loudly, she demanded I cum. “Fuck your cunt…. fuck your Gothic slut’s cunt!” she yelled. And with a final thrust I felt my cock stiffen harder and then I just exploded deep inside her cunt. I felt like I hadn’t cum like that in years. I fountained up inside her tight cunt, she continued to grind and pound down onto me as her own climax neared. She nearly beat my chest with her fists as she finally orgasmed. We lay together in the semi darkness – our breathing coming back to normal, her on top of me and my cock still deep inside her. She looked me in the face – her eye make up had run with her tears and sweat, and I brushed some hair away from her beautiful face. What was there to say?”Happy birthday….” I whispered, and we both dissolved into laughter.

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