I walked into Robert's room, locked the door behind me, and looked at him while he played Darts, listening to the Radio. He turned at me, looked for a second, and went back to his game, with a little smile. I too had an idea of being pricked, only it was not a board, but something better.
My trousers were off and my pants followed shortly afterward thrown across the room onto his bed as I walked over to the fireplace.
I stood there leaning over the fireplace my arms resting on the mantlepiece, I looked over to the bed where my trousers and pants lay, I smiled to myself just as I saw Robert in the corner of my eye positioning himself behind me. I felt his prick touching my arse cheeks and I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was his cue, he pushed himself into me slowly, his prick parking my cheeks and then touching my anus, pushing the head right on through inside me. I had fully exhaled by this time and waited a minute to get used to him being there. I took another breath and exhaled slowly again, this time I pushed back onto him, letting him know it is time, and he pushed the rest of his prick into me.
Another exhale completed, I took a quick breath and exhaled in a relief kind of way, because it felt good, it felt really good him being inside me. Another minute and he started to move himself in and out of me slowly, loosening me up a little more, so he could get every millimetre inside of me, and then he held me tight around the waist as he pushed in as far as he could and held me there for what seemed like an age.
I just wanted him to have his way with me, to enjoy his prick inside of me, but he had other ideas, I got to admit though, having him hold me tight, really tight with his prick all the way inside of me felt beyond good, explaining how good it felt would be an injustice, but there is only so long one can hold this position.
His rhythm was slow at first, it always was and I loved it this way, long drawn out strokes, in an out, in and out, almost to the point of it coming out, but he was good at his skill and skilled he was. He would make love to me like this for a nice long ten minutes before he sped up, I loved his slow lovemaking skills, but what I loved more was feeling his prick banging in and out of me, the slapping of my arse as his crotch would bang into me at a satisfying pace, in and out of me, in and out, slap slap, slap slap slap.
Slow love making into a good fucking is absolutely great, I can not get enough of him, and love my visits. Still fucking me I look back over at the bed, my trousers and pants still lying there, by now his pace had quickened, he was banging into me really hard now, hard enough to be knocking me into the wall in front of me, almost, I was rocking on my arms now with the force, backwards and forwards, in and out, in and out, slap slap, slap, slap, slap.
