Shivering as I feel you throb and thicken and I clench at your thick cock, as my legs lift out and back, my toes pointed as I bite my lip hard, doing ...othing to muffle my moans as I squirt all over you, wetting our thighs and the table, my other bootie falling as my legs buck.Your hands move to my thighs and tilt me up a little as you pull me onto your cock, as my shaky legs wrap back around you and my bare heels dig into your ass. You bury your cock deep in my pussy and cum with a plunging. Now I had what I wanted as I stood there admiring my new digs. And even better, when Karen arrived tomorrow and saw my new set-up, it would be one more little reminder that I was now doing what I wanted ... and not what she did.I had even spoken with her on the phone again briefly. At first thinking she had perhaps changed her mind about doing this, hoping she had. But she had only called to say she had gone out and purchased something she would be wearing, and that she hoped I liked it.. I'm 1,75m tall, athletic built, blonde hair and blue eyes (just like every Swedish guy).I've been told my cock is above average in length and girth, so I'll just leave it at that.This story begins on a wednesday evening (which is a party-day for Swedish colleges). I had had a pretty rough weekend of partying so I was planning on staying home to catch up on some homework and just relax.I was just about to open my books when my phone called, it was Caroline, a girl from my class who had been. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This.