Mr Big

I thought for this encounter I would share with you something that happened about a year ago, to let you girls know that there is life after a break-up. Even a sex goddess such as me falls for someone from time to time, and I was recovering from a particularly nasty break up that had left me feeling pretty disenchanted with men. I even decided to abstain for a while - something I hadn’t done since I was a teenager, and my only source of relief came in the form of my various toys. Now I’m not knocking a nice clit massager or big dildo, but they just don’t come with all the extras that a man does; and after a while that itch starts to need scratching. I like to give pleasure as well as receive it, and that doesn’t happen with a rubber toy.

I hadn’t been out for a while, and my friend Lynn decided I should join her on her date with Sergei, a Russian businessman she had been chasing for some time. Lynn is like a mother figure to me. She’s in her fifties, but she is sexy and beautiful and men love her. I didn’t like the thought of playing gooseberry, so Sergei invited his son Alexei along to keep me company. Alexei had broken up with his fiancée, and Sergei thought he needed a good night out. I wasn’t particularly keen on spending the evening with two Russians. I know a lot of women find their brutishness sexy, but they do nothing for me. But I was bored and needed to leave the house, so reluctantly agreed.

We met in the bar of the hotel Lynn was staying in while her flat was being renovated. She looked splendid in a sparkly frock, and I asked her if I looked okay in my white, silk trouser suit and she said I looked divine. I had left my curly dark hair loose and put on red lipstick because I thought it looked sort of empowering and I wasn’t in the mood to be feminine and demure. Lynn got me a cocktail and we waited for the men to arrive.

“There’s Sergei!” Lynn announced and I followed her gaze. Into the bar was walking a tall, well-built older man in a smart suit. He was smiley and happy looking, holding out his hands to Lynn. Sauntering behind him was a much younger man, and he wasn’t at all what I had been expecting. He was fucking gorgeous. Tall, slim and clean shaven with an almost pretty face. His thick, chestnut brown hair was gelled back and he was wearing a white linen suit and an open neck pink shirt, under which I just made out the glint of a gold necklace. He adjusted his cufflinks, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his long, slim fingers. His prettiness was mixed with a surly expression, like he couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be less, and my clit hardened in a way it hadn’t in weeks.

“Lynn, you look beautiful,” Sergei said, kissing her on the cheek. He looked at me and smiled, his sapphire blue eyes twinkling.

“You must be Dixie.” His voice was heavily accented and quite sexy. “You’re as beautiful as Lynn described you. Let me introduce you to my son, Alexei.”

“Wow, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree,” Lynn purred, shaking Alexei’s hand. As his sleeve went back, I caught a glimpse of the gold Rolex on his wrist. He was so immaculate, all I could fantasise about was fucking him so hard that his hair would fall out of place and that lovely, long neck and large Adam’s apple would glisten with sweat….

“Nice to meet you, Dixie.”

He was speaking to me. I snapped out of my delirium. I couldn’t believe he had a cut-glass English accent. I’d expected him to be gruff and hoary like his father.

“Nice to meet you too,” I said. He had his dad’s soft, long lashed dark blue eyes, and he smelt absolutely exquisite, an aftershave I didn’t recognise. I felt myself start to get wet and I made up my mind my dry spell was going to end tonight. I was going to have him if it killed me.

We went to a nearby French restaurant. Lynn and Sergei were like a pair of love-struck teenagers, giggling and feeding one another, while Alexei spent most of the time scrolling on his phone and picking at his food. He was an arrogant little shit, and all I could think about was tying him to the bed and sucking him until he begged me to let him come.

“Alexei don’t be so rude,” Sergei suddenly said. “Talk to the beautiful girl.”

He put down his phone and looked at me, smiling awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t feel much like talking.”

“That’s okay. Do you fancy going somewhere else? A pub or a film or something?”

I realised my face must have been saying something different to my innocent words. Although I was so wet, he could probably smell how hot I was for him. He smirked and relaxed his body language somewhat.

“I’m staying at the Belmont down the road. Maybe we could watch a film there. They have hundreds to choose from.”

“I’d like that.”

Lynn and Sergei barely noticed us leave. We walked along Regent Street towards the hotel, my heart beating so hard I could barely breathe.

“How come you’re English?” I managed to ask him.

“I was born here. My parents came over in the early nineties.”

“How come you’re staying at the hotel?”

“I live in Paris. I’m just here on business.”

We reached the hotel. As we took the lift to the fifteenth floor, we didn’t speak. All I could do was look at his reflection in the mirror. His shirt gaped enough to show how muscular he was. God I needed to fuck him.

We reached his room, and as soon as we got in the door, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, Grinding his big, hard body against me, pinning me there by the arms, so I couldn’t even touch him. I could tell he wanted to be dominant, but I wasn’t in the mood for that. I was still angry with my ex and I wanted to be in charge for a while.

With a strength I didn’t know I had. I pushed him off me and took his hand, pulling him to the nearest chair and pushing him down. He smirked and sat back, spreading his legs and looking up at me. I knelt between his legs and fought the urge to undo his trousers. He was rock hard and bulging and I longed to touch him, but I wanted to make him wait. I wanted to enjoy him first. I knelt upwards and helped him take his jacket off, throwing it to the floor. I then undid his shirt, pulling it from his trousers, so it fell open. His skin was tanned, he had a six pack and well-defined pecs. I leaned forward and kissed his neck, that sweet spot where it joined his shoulder, up to his ear. My hand reached for one of his nipples. It was hard and I ran my fingers over it, making him give a low moan and throw his head back. I moved my mouth down and took the other nipple in my teeth, sucking it while I played with the other one. He started to squirm and I felt his hand on my shoulder, trying to push me down.

I would have made him wait a bit longer but I was desperate to suck him. I undid his Hermes belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down to his thighs. His huge cock sprang free. It had to be one of the biggest I’d ever seen, at least eleven inches – maybe that was the appeal of Russian men! I grasped it, teasing him by lightly running my fingers along the shaft, tugging at the neat patch of pubic hair around the base. His balls were large and juicy and I longed to play with them and suck them too, but I had the feeling he was the sort who would explode the moment I did that, so I held back. As it was, a drop of pre-cum dribbled out of his Jap’s eye and down his helmet. I kept hold of the shaft of his cock and licked the pre-cum from his glans. He moaned loudly and grabbed my hair. I didn’t want him controlling me, so I took his hand away and put it back on the chair.

I slowly descended upon him sucking him into my mouth as far as he would go. To take his whole length would have choked me, so I worked the top half with my tongue while I pumped away at the bottom half with my hand.

“Oh God you dirty bitch,” he moaned.

I laughed, making sure it vibrated against his cock. He squirmed again, gripping the arms of the chair with white knuckles. His hips began thrusting, forcing his cock down my throat. His head was thrown back, his face contorted in pleasure. I allowed him to hold my hair, keeping me in place while I sucked him harder and quicker. In the end I had to do very little because he was fucking my face while he gripped my hair. With an abandoned cry, he came, the jets of hot spunk seeming to be never-ending like he hadn’t come in weeks.

Once I’d drained him, I let him slip from my mouth. I was full of the taste of him, his spunk trickling down my throat and on the back of my tongue. I looked up at him, he lowered his head, looking at me through his sleepy, hooded eyes, his chest still rising and falling sharply as he regained his senses. God I was so turned on. I needed to come. I got to my feet, staggering a little from the rush of blood to my head. I yanked off my trousers and soaking wet knickers and I sat on the edge of the bed, in front of him. I spread my legs as wide as they would go so he could watch me. I propped myself up with one hand and with the other I rubbed my clit. It was so swollen it was almost painful to touch.

Suddenly Alexei got off the chair and dropped to his knees, crawling over to me, a look of deep concentration on his face, which was now partially covered by his wet floppy hair. He roughly moved the hand that was propping me up, so I fell back down onto the bed. He took hold of my hips and started to lick me. His tongue was strong and insistent, teasing my clit, flicking the head, then moving to the sides. Even so I couldn’t hold back. It was hard to breathe, and that delicious tension filled my lower body. I grabbed his hair to keep him in place, but he suddenly stopped licking me. I screamed in frustration, wriggling my hips, trying to push myself onto his face.

He sat back on his haunches and looked at my pussy, licking his lips in delight to see me squirm.

“Let me come, Alexei,” I begged. “Please make me come.”

I felt him slide two fingers inside me. He pushed them in deep until he hit my g-spot. He rubbed gently, and with his other hand he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I let myself go, the ecstasy so intense, I clawed at the covers, twisting my body and yelling like a banshee. It seemed to go on forever and when I finally did regain consciousness, the room was spinning a little. I sat up slightly and saw that Alexei was soaked through. He still had his shirt on and it was wet. So was his chest.

“You’re a squirter,” he laughed.

“It doesn’t happen all the time.”

“I don’t care, it’s horny.”

He knelt upward and I saw he was rock hard again. He pulled off his shirt, turning me on again at the sight of his glistening, muscular body, damp from sweat and my cum. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over with ease, like I was a rag doll. I was face down on the bed, my head squashed into the pillows. I felt him climb up behind me, and he pulled my hips up so I was kneeling. He then pushed my blouse up and undid my bra, so my boobs could hang free. He positioned his body over mine so he was covering me, our skin touching. Like some sort of octopus, he managed to hold himself by the elbows, but at the same time, he squeezed and teased my nipples until I was begging him to fuck me.

He pushed his full length into me, making me wince a little from the sheer size of him, but we soon found our rhythm and we fucked like animals. Me helpless beneath him and him like a beast, riding me. He pushed his face close to mine so I could hear every grunt and moan, feel his wet hair on my cheek. He started to lose control, thrusting so hard he was pushing me up against the headboard. Just knowing my body was causing him to go into such rapture was enough to drive me to the point of orgasm again.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “That’s so good.”

I came again, my body twisting as much as it could beneath him. The feeling of being trapped making it more intense. I clawed at the pillows while he sat up so he could thrust deeper. I could tell he was going to come, and a part of me wished he wouldn’t. It felt so good, I wanted him inside me forever.

With a gasp and a cry he came, his body juddering until once again he was drained.

“My God you’re so big,” I cried as he left my body. I felt hollow and I ached for him again. I felt his hands on my backside, pulling me open.

“Look at your pussy,” he said. “It’s still wide open.”

I felt his tongue enter me, licking me clean of our cum. I groaned with delight as his tongue flicked over that delicate spot between my pussy and arsehole.

“I want to feel you in me again,” I groaned. I wasn’t finished. I needed to come again. He put a finger inside me and my muscles contracted around it.

“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Make me come again.”

I could tell he had slipped two more fingers in me because I was stretched open. I was so wet it made a squelch, which in normal times would have mortified me, but we were so far gone, so raw like animals, it just added to the experience. While Alexei moved his fingers over my g-spot, I reached underneath myself and rubbed my clit. It didn’t take long for me to start coming again, and I felt Alexei slip his fingers from me, but by this time it didn’t matter. I was too far gone.

“Bring yourself off,” he rasped. “I want to watch your pussy while you come.”

He kept hold of my arse cheeks, opening me wide while I got myself off. Just knowing he was watching my pussy contact and pulsate and push out his cum was enough to drive me crazy. I came again, my hips bucking onto the bed, my face buried into the pillow, screaming. Eventually it subsided and I collapsed down onto the bed. I felt Alexei climb upwards and he lay beside me. I looked at him. He was so beautiful, with his sleepy dark blue eyes, his hair flopping over his pretty face.

“Why did your fiancée break up with you?” I asked. “You’re gorgeous, and one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

“She got the chance to marry a minor royal so she dumped me. A royal is a better prospect than the son of an oligarch.”

“Your dad could be a binman, but if you were as hot as you and could make me come like you did, I wouldn’t let you go.”

He smiled shyly, making my heart melt a little. He stroked my hair off my face, and I felt him twirling one of my curls in his fingers.

“You’re amazing too. Can we maybe see each other while I’m in England?”

“I’d like that. I’m getting over a bitter break up, so I don’t want anything serious.”

“Me neither, but I like you and you’re a fantastic fuck, so I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”

Alexei and I spent a wonderful three weeks together. He was one of the best lovers I ever had, and under the arrogant façade, he was very sweet. I could feel myself falling for him and when he went back to Paris, I cried for two days. I heard that his girlfriend’s royal boyfriend dumped her and she ended up trying to find fame on a reality TV show. I hope Alexei found happiness, he deserved it, and I will always think of him.