Nabokov’s Erotic
The books were scattered around the living room floor, ten or more high in some places. Emily sat as the epicenter of them, her black-framed glasses resting low on the bridge of her nose. She had taken all of them from their shelves, intending to organize them. There were over a thousand of them, some hundreds of years old, that covered everything from Victorian romance to science manuals.
It was almost a monthly occurrence for her to do this rearranging, an obsession that was more about the sensual than the organizational. The feel of them excited her. She would smile obscenely as she slid the tips of her fingers over the covers, occasionally reading random passages, sampling them. The smell of them, although often old and dusty, crept over her like a lover’s breath.
She took her skirt off this time to feel her legs touching both the books and the slick, hardwood floor. She received so much pleasure in just sitting and looking at them, the knowledge of great minds collected for her examination.
That is how James found her, half naked and molesting her books. He stood in the doorway a few moments, quietly, content to just watch her. She picked up a book and moved her fingers down the spine, casually, as if exploring her own body. She closed her eyes and inhaled.
Stepping over the chessboard of books, he sat down behind her and kissed her neck, which was already damp with excitement. He removed the clip holding her hair at the back of her head. Her hair tumbled down, hitting the top of her breasts over her sweater. She turned to look at him, the book still in an exploitive position in her hands.
“I didn’t hear-”
He signalled for her to stay quiet. She did, laying the book down to lean back into him, draping her bare legs over a stack of books. He kissed her neck and slipped his hands under her sweater, running them over the soft, warm skin underneath. He pulled the sweater off, exposing her breasts to him. She moaned as he massaged the giving flesh. As he continued kissing her neck and face, he noticed her eyes were still on the books, and knew they were playing a part in her excitement.
Laying her down, her body spread over the books, a leather bound treatise on war supporting her head, he hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and slipped them down her hips, thighs and legs, pressing his mouth to the skin as it was exposed. The taste of oxidized paper clung to her skin.
He smiled when he saw her legs were still closed, knowing she loved it when he spread them himself, as if he was taking what he wanted. With a hand on each knee, he parted them easily, revealing a small triangle of hair. He ran his fingers over it, and then down the inside of her thighs.
He held his body over hers and kissed her lips, occasionally sliding his tongue into her mouth. Inside and out she tasted like books, as if she were the breathing extension of them. He kissed the hollow between her collar bones, moved his mouth to the spot under each breast, tasted her stomach and hips. Rising up, he kneeled between her legs and entered her slowly. He kept his eyes on her, watching for the expression that came over her when he first pressed into her- surprise, relief, pleasure.
She moaned and pushed her hips into him, forcing him further inside her. Her squeezed her breasts, pinched her erect nipples. He wanted to keep that expression on her, and so picked up a random book and began reading:
“Involuntarily yielding to the temptation of logical development, involuntarily forging into a chain all the things that were quite harmless as long as they remain unlinked…”
He thrust into her with the rhythm of his reading. Her hair splayed over the books as she threw her arms up wildly over her head, her moans more urgent with each thrust. With her arms over her head, her breasts become taut and round. He watched, captivated, as they bounced sharply with his movement, momentarily making him lose his place.
“…he inspired the meaningless with meaning, and the lifeless with life. With the stone darkness for background he now permitted the spotlighted figures of all his usual visitors to appear…”
Stacks of books toppled from her careless limbs, her body shuddering. She was somewhere else, lost to him, where the pleasure he and the books gave existed together, inseparable. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and held onto her thigh, her hips lifting from the floor to meet him.
“James…” her words stretched, trailing into a desperate plea.
He touched her face and hair, his thumb skimming her lips, wanting to somehow watch her while he read. But he continued.
“…allowed them the right to exist, supported them, nourished them with himself. Added to all this was the possibility that, at any moment…”
She tossed her other leg over his shoulder, drawing him in deeper and harder. The heat and sweat from their bodies helped to enhance the smell of the books, ancient leather and cloth. The sun was setting, splintering through the blinds in one obtrusive rush. Her body glowed warm, moving the books under her with it’s rhythm.
He watched her while he turned pages. Her mouth fell open in that sweet, unbelieving way, her eyes rolling back underneath their lids, her head lolling to her shoulder. Her skin tasted of dust and sweat, both sweet and metallic. He saw her mouth pressed against the cracked leather of a book, and imagined the smell overwhelming her.
“…the exciting knocks might resume, a possibility that had the effect of an intoxicating anticipation of music- so that Cincinnatus was in a strange, tremulous, dangerous state- and the distant clocks struck with a kind of mounting exultation…”
She called out his name. He flipped her over, on hands and knees, her face and lips now pressed into a stack. She pushed back towards him to be filled again, her back arching. Her moans sounded like weak protests, or innocent pleas. He ran his hand over her back, then grabbed her hip to forced her back into him as he kept reading.
“…and, slightly swaying to one side, lurching, lagging, they began a circling movement, which at first was stiff and dragging, but gradually became more even, free and rapid…”
Her legs shook as she began to tighten around him, begged him not to stop, to come inside her. He thrust harder, deeper, faster, the force driving her forward as he kept pulling her back. She shuddered and shook, weakening as she came.
“…and now they were whirling in earnest, and the monstrous shadow of their shoulders and heads passed and repassed ever more quickly…”
He tossed the book aside and used both hands to hold her hips, pulling her back forcefully, her hair swinging. He watched what he could of her face, her spasm beginning to subside. He groaned and released inside her, thrusting a few more time to wring the last remaining moans from her.
The wetness flowing from their joined bodies trickled down onto a collection of Hans Christian Andersen.
The End
Transition
I wanted cock. I needed cock.
Over the past few weeks, I had been in the presence of no fewer than two dozen penises and was unable to touch them, to wrap my lips around them, to swallow them. While I was being facialized, I had been within a couple of inches of those massive rods, and had longed to reach up and wrap my lips around their engorged heads and envelope them with my mouth. I hadn’t been on the receiving end of a real, live penis in almost two years. I was suffering from major cock withdrawal.
I set about rehashing through many of the e-mails I’d gotten in response to my original Craigslist posting. Many of the original respondents wanted to know if I’d suck them off or give them a handjob to help facilitate matters. My agreement with Nikki was that there was to be no touching involved, so of course I had to refuse. At the time it really didn’t matter to me. But, being that close to all of those dicks brought back fond memories of going down on my last boyfriend, a boyfriend who came in at a good seven and a half inches in length. That was before I’d learned to deepthroat, too. Now, I longed to be penetrated. Forcefully. Being fucked by a strap-on, while a satisfying experience, is nothing like taking it from the real deal.
I was to be moving to San Francisco after my graduation this spring, and I was going to need a job to help pay for school and other living expenses. The southern Florida environment was ripe for making a living as a dancer, but things were slow for dancers in the Bay Area. In my trip out there a couple of months ago, we’d scoped out some clubs and found none that really appealed to me. I’d been working at a high end place for a good three years now and I didn’t want to move down to what amounted to, basically, a dump. We didn’t see any place in the city that just bowled us over. This was disheartening because it meant I’d have to find something else to do – something that would allow me to continue living in the lifestyle I was accustomed to.
In both work and at school I had met women who worked as escorts, basically high priced prostitutes. In fact, during one of my Human Sexuality courses, one of the women I’d befriended, herself an escort, suggested that I consider working. She seemed to think I’d make a good one with my looks, intelligence, and perspective on sexuality. While I didn’t disagree with her, I just couldn’t see myself fucking people for money. One of the things I really like about the club I worked in was that it was a “clean” club – the dancers didn’t have to perform sexual services for customers to keep them coming back or to make decent money. It wasn’t for lack of the customers trying to get us to do it, though. But the fact is that we didn’t have to – I made far more than enough to pay for college, pay cash for my car, and save and invest a good bit for the future just giving private dances. In fact, I regularly paid more in taxes than most people my age made in a year.
The situation in San Francisco forced me to reconsider things, though. In my honors project for my undergraduate degree, I’d interviewed over 100 women involved in prostitution. Almost half of them were streetwalkers – abused, drug addicted, sad individuals. Half the remainder were brothel workers, and the other half were high end escorts in the Miami area. People outside the sex industry like to paint all prostitutes as sad, abused, drug addicted women who are exploited by “the patriarchy.” What I discovered, though, was quite the opposite. Those working as escorts were all well spoken, intelligent, level-headed women. Many had degrees or were working on them, in fact. Though I had some reservations about a couple I spoke with, these women were hardly the archetypical “whore” that they were often portrayed to be. They were strong, well-spoken, confident women. This piqued my interest.
I had been discussing my project with Nikki as it developed over the course of two semesters, so it was no shock to her when I broached the subject of becoming an escort when I moved to California. Like me, Nikki was very fluid and open about sexuality in general, even as it related to our personal relationship. We’d had an open relationship with respect to other women since we’d become an official couple in May of 2005. Each of us was free to play with other women, with or without the knowledge of the other. Sometimes, we even enjoyed another woman together. The one caveat in our open relationship, and that which had driven the original condition behind the “no contact” rule when I started experimenting with facials, was that we agreed not to play with men. This derived largely from the desire to not get pregnant and catch diseases, but also substantially lessened the possibility of one of use becoming emotionally attached to someone who might drive a wedge between the two of us.
Originally, Nikki was supposed to move with me to Cali, but she’d gotten a job with a travel agency in Miami that she really loved – one that she could apply her degree to. We’d planned to move back to the Miami area once we got our graduate degrees anyway, and these two things kind of combined to give rise to the possibility of her remaining in Florida while I was on the west coast. So all of this combined into a situation where it seemed feasible for me to work as an escort. And this had taken place before the Spitzer scandal broke into the headlines.
With that as a backdrop, I e-mailed a guy calling himself “Aragon,” to see if he was still interested in cumming on my face, and explained that I might be willing to accommodate the special request he’d had. Within a minute of my sending it, he replied in the affirmative. “Are you serious? I’d love to if you’re available.” He was one of the ones who’d offered to pay for it to begin with, so I figured he’d probably still be up for it. He’d also taken the liberty of sending a photo of his rather gorgeous cock with his first e-mail, so I knew what I’d be dealing with. He looked clean, in shape and his original e-mail didn’t scream at me “I’m an asshole.”
We worked out the finer details, and I agreed to meet him in the outer parking lot of a grocery store not too far from the house. In exchange for $150, I’d blow him and allow him to spray my face with his seed. “What made you change your mind?” A legitimate question, of course.
“I’ve been cockless for almost two years now. I’m having withdrawal,” I replied, laughing as I typed it out.
A fleeting thought passed through the back of my mind – at some point, I might be arranging to fuck people like this, basically. Deep down I knew I would, though I hadn’t allowed myself to fully admit it yet. Did my fascination with the idea of the facial lead to this, or was it just a natural evolution of my own sexuality? Were those even two separate questions? It didn’t matter. Within that mix was a sense of excitement, though. Based on what I’d learned in my discussions with the escorts for my project, it seemed like a unique and interesting way to earn some money if you knew what you were doing. It was, for all intents and purposes, the ultimate expression of the basic supply and demand theory of economics.
At the appointed time, I drove to the parking lot and parked toward the front near the store and waited for Andy to show up. He was running a few minutes late, but I saw his van pull into the parking lot just as I was wondering if he was going to flake on me. He parked in the section I asked him to, and I got out and started walking toward the truck. I was wearing a bikini top and a pair of short shorts. One thing about south Florida is that it is almost always swimsuit weather, and a girl walking around in a bikini, even at a grocery store didn’t faze anyone.
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A big smile flashed across his face as he saw me approaching. I reached the van’s passenger side, opened the door and climbed in. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked him if he had the money. He handed me a wad of money and I counted it as being $160.00. “I don’t have change.”
“Don’t worry about it. Somehow I get the feeling this is going to be worth every dollar of it.”
“Ha. So, how do you want to do this?”
“Why don’t we just crawl in the back, you pull my pants down and take care of business?”
“Okay. You still want to cum on my face, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay. Just let me know when you’re about ready to explode and I’ll let you jerk it off onto me, will that work?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, let’s do it.”
He climbed from the driver’s seat into the back of the van, and I followed him. I reached for his belt and undid it, and then unzipped his zipper slowly, licking my lips while looking into his eyes. I knew if I could get him worked up a bit mentally before I got to his cock, he’d be that much easier to get off. I began pulling his pants down and discovered he had no underwear on – easier access, he said. His cock was already partially at attention.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began a slow handjob. “Have you ever done anything like this before, or is this a first for you?” I felt his cock begin to harden in my hand.
He seated himself on a bench that he had built into one side of it and spread his legs. “This is definitely a first, even though I’ve played around on CL quite a bit. I’ve never seen a hooker as hot as you are, so I’ve never really been that interested in doing anything with anyone from there before. Your pictures and the stories you’ve told about the facials tell me you know what you’re doing, so I thought I’d take a chance with you.”
“Are you married?” “Yeah, why?”
“Just curious. I’m guessing your wife doesn’t go for the facial thing, huh?”
“Haha! No, not hardly.”
I untied my bikini top so he could see my tits, and then moved down to take his now hard cock into my mouth. The slightly salty, “skin” taste was just like I remember it being, and it felt so good to have a responsive piece of manhood in my mouth again. Giving head to a dildo may be visually appealing to the person wearing it, but for the giver, there’s nothing remotely comparable between that and sucking a real dick. A real one responds to you – your licks, your sucking, your nibbles and bites. You can feel it swell as he tightens and relaxes his PC muscles in response to your movements. It is alive, and you don’t get that kind of…satisfaction from going down on a fake cock.
I spent a couple of minutes getting his cock all wet with my mouth. “Do you want it slow and sexual or do you want porn star head?”
“Porn star head?”
“Yeah, you know, a spitting, hard core, deepthroating, face fucking blowjob?”
“Well, shit, if you want to do it that way, I’d be a dumbass to not let you do it.”
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and spit a big wad of saliva on it, and then went back down on him. He was about seven or eight inches long and not terribly thick, so I figured I’d have little problem getting it into my throat. I had trained myself to relax my gag reflex and was eager to try it out on him. As I began going further and further down on him, the back of my throat began to relax a bit more, and within a few minutes, I could get my face all the way down to the base of his cock. The more I worked it, the easier it became, and eventually I was able to fuck his cock with my mouth by taking it all the way into my throat. Once I began doing that, he began trying to meet my thrusts. He raised his hips off the bench and began face-fucking me.
I pulled him out of my throat and went back to working his cock with my hands, occasionally licking and teasing the head of it while staring him in the eyes. I could tell he was really enjoying this, and his hip movements suggested he wasn’t too far from blowing. I spit on it again and started doing a figure 8 with my head to let my tongue massage the underside of his cock as I slowly went up and down on him again. I’d pause occasionally to concentrate on the underside of his cock head, sliding my tongue slowly along the underside of it in a “come-hither” motion, followed by a slow faux-vagina kind of deal where I allow him to penetrate my mouth while I keep my lips pursed together a bit and my tongue stiffened on the underside of his shaft. Supposedly, this feels like the initial entry into a pussy for a guy. Finally, I started using my hand and my face to fuck his cock intensely.
“I’m gonna cum.”
I backed off his cock, and he stood up as much as he could in the back of the van as he took his cock into his own hand and began jerking himself off. In a matter of seconds his orgasm built to the point where it could no longer be contained. I told him to grab my head so he could aim it where he wanted it, and he was just able to get a handful of hair on the right side of my head before the first shot exploded out of the head of his cock. The shot went right up the bridge of my nose and forehead, and had that now too familiar warm then cool feeling to it. His second shot got me square between the eyes, and the splatter went across my eyelids - fortunately, I’d had my eyes closed. He got off a third strong blast that landed on my upper right cheek. His body spasmed violently as his cock thrust forward with each orgasmic contraction.
As the cum continued to ooze out of his cock, I took it in my mouth again and began sucking him dry. He softly moaned for a few seconds as I continued to lick his rod. “How was that? Worth the money?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah. You ought to be a pro,” he said, laughingly.
I, too, laughed inside as I pondered the thought. I reached over and grabbed my bikini top and tied it back up. The cum was draining down the end of my nose and hanging there like a translucent line of silly string. I reached up and twisted it around my finger and flicked it off onto the wall of his van without him noticing it.
I got up, moved to the back of the van and opened the door. “See you later.”
“What? That’s it?”
“What? Did you want to cuddle or something? Dude!” I shut the door, walked back to my truck, got in and wiped the cum off my face with a towel I’d brought just for that purpose. As I sat there pondering what had transpired, I realized that I really didn’t feel bad about it at all. I sure didn’t feel badly for blowing a random guy for the money, not $150 worth of it, anyway. That equated to about $10 a minute. And it was so nice to have a responsive cock in my mouth again after almost two years.
I drove home and began planning for my entry into professional whoredom.
The End
Ice Hockey Team Shares a Treat
I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.
Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my friend might be wherever that laughter is coming from, I go to investigate. The sounds lead me towards a partly open door. By this time I can hear several voices, all male, and the sound of running water, and I realise that it’s actually the door to the locker room. It seems that the local ice hockey team has just finished a training session and is getting showered and changed inside. I know I should leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me, so I push the door open a bit further and look into the room.
At first I can’t see anyone, and I move further into the room. Now I can see one of the players standing with his back to me. He is completely naked and I can’t help but admire his body, muscular and still wet from the shower. As I stand staring, I hear the door swing shut behind me, and I jump, startled. The player in front of me hears it, too, and turns around. I can’t speak, mortified at having been caught and suddenly more than a bit afraid of the consequences. He smiles and moves towards me, and I step back towards the door, mumbling “Sorry, I was just… I’ll go”. He says “No, don’t go yet” then calls over his shoulder into the room, “Hey guys, look what I’ve found”. I look beyond him and for the first time I see the rest of the team, twenty big, muscular, and mostly naked men.
Suddenly the sound of water stops completely and all I can hear is my own slightly panicky breathing, too fast and loud in the silence. Every impulse is screaming at me to get out, fast. I glance over my shoulder at the door and find to my horror that one of the players is now blocking my path. This guy is huge, at least 6'5" tall and built to match. I have no doubts at all that this one guy alone could do whatever he wanted to me, never mind with nineteen other guys to back him up, and I’m suddenly utterly terrified. I know that there’s no-one else in the building, so it doesn’t matter if I scream, there’s no way anyone will hear me.
The first player steps forward again and I switch my attention back to him, sure that I know what’s about to happen, and ready to beg him not to hurt me. The words die on my lips as I take in the fact that he is truly stunning. He’s tall, blond and very muscular with startlingly blue eyes and tribal tattoos on his well built shoulders and biceps, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he reaches towards me, or ignore his all too obvious arousal. Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, unexpectedly gently. I’m too shocked by the almost tender approach to bother trying to struggle, and I find myself kissing him back as he pushes my coat off my shoulders.
Whatever I’d expected, it certainly wasn’t this, and I catch myself thinking maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe the other guys will be content to just watch. All I know is I want this man so much. He pulls back to look at me, apparently trying to gauge my reaction, and beyond him I can see the rest of the team moving closer, watching us intently. I know what must be about to happen, I can see the lust in their faces, and I know there’s no way they’re just going to watch, but I’m not afraid any more, just more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.
The blond player leans in to kiss me again, harder and more urgently this time. I can feel his now erect cock pressing against my belly, hot through the fabric of my skirt. He pulls back again and starts to unbutton my blouse. I feel the warmth of another body behind me an instant before I feel a new pair of hands on the fastening of my skirt. I gasp in surprise and look back to see the giant who had been blocking the door is now helping to undress me. My skirt falls to the floor and I step out of it willingly. My bra is unfastened and dropped to the ground, and the giant reaches round and starts to squeeze my large breasts and pinch my by now very hard nipples.
His hands are huge, causing an image to flash into my mind of those thick fingers plunging into my pussy, making me gasp at the thought. While this is happening the guy in front of me is pushing my thong down over my hips and sliding the dampened piece of lace down my legs. He bends to slip it off my feet, and removes my shoes at the same time. I’m now able to see the rest of the room again, and the other players are now standing very close. By this time they are all completely naked and are slowly masturbating their hard cocks. They’re all young and fit, most of them quite heavily muscled and many of them tattooed. By now, I’m looking at them in much the same appraising way they’re looking at me, and I’m wondering what it’s going to be like to be fucked by so many men. I’m still not entirely sure if I’m going to be able to cope, but I’m looking forward to trying.
The guy behind me is still playing with my breasts, and I can feel him rubbing his frankly enormous cock against my buttocks. The blond guy is now kneeling in front of me rubbing my thighs, then he surprises me again by opening my pussy and starting to lick my clit. I moan loudly and let my head fall back against the strong, broad chest of the guy behind me. I hadn’t expected my arousal to be of any importance to any of them, so the fact that I’m now getting very expert oral from this beautiful guy seems like a bonus, especially when he slides his thumb into me and slowly crooks it inside me, hitting my g spot and making my legs buckle. Fortunately, the big guy is more than capable of holding me up and does so easily while I squirm with pleasure. My legs are starting to shake and I can feel my orgasm building when I’m suddenly lifted clean off the floor.
Two more guys now have hold of a leg each and one arm underneath me, supporting my body in midair and allowing them easy access to my thighs and breasts with their free hands, while the hungry, eager licking continues between my widely spread legs. I’m moaning more or less continuously now, barely conscious of anything other than his tongue and my almost painful arousal as he continues to work my g spot with his thumb and then I come, loudly and with a gush of liquid from my pussy. I can hear appreciative sounds from around me and I open my eyes to see the whole team gathered tightly around me, watching intently. One of them reaches out and runs his finger through the wetness on my thighs and I realise that for the first time ever, I’ve actually ejaculated. I feel like a porn star, and in spite of my shattering orgasm, I’m nowhere near satisfied, simply more turned on than ever and eager to see what they’re going to do next.
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I notice that someone has piled towels on the floor in the middle of the room, and my giant picks me up and carries me over to them. He lies me down and then he also kisses me. It seems as though he and the blue eyed one are in charge in some way, as they seem to expect to go first and the rest of the team seems happy to let them. I’m propped up against something and they both kneel on opposite sides of me, their throbbing cocks near my face. I know exactly what they want me to do, and the only problem I have is trying to decide which cock to suck first. I decide to return Blue Eyes’ favour and start with him, taking his large and very hard cock in my mouth and sucking it wetly. He groans as my mouth closes round the swollen head of his penis and I flick the tip of my tongue against the opening in response.
I can feel his hands in my hair, though he’s quite gentle and doesn’t attempt to thrust further into my mouth. After a while, he pushes me away gently and turns my head towards the other guy’s cock, so I take the hint and wrap my lips around this one instead. He really is huge, it’s not easy to get very much of him into my mouth, so I use my hands on his shaft as well. I’m concentrating hard on what I’m doing, but I’m also very aware of the hands and mouths I can feel on my body. I come up for air briefly so I can look down the length of my body and see what’s happening, and the sight is so erotic that it tips me over the edge and I orgasm again. One guy is licking my clit and has a finger inside me, but at the same time someone else has pushed two fingers in alongside his teammates’, explaining why I feel so stretched and full. Two further players have fastened their mouths onto my breasts and are sucking and even gently biting my nipples, and everyone else seems to have a hand or cock somewhere on me, stroking and rubbing continually. I go back to the cocks I’ve been sucking on so eagerly, and manage to take both at once for a short while before they both pull back and start to change position.
Initially I assume that they’ll be replaced by two more guys and I’ll be sucking more cock, but instead Blue Eyes moves further down alongside me, moving his teammates out of the way, and lifts one of my legs over him so he’s kneeling between them. I now know exactly what he has in mind, and I settle myself a little more comfortably for what’s coming. I want him inside me so much that I’m whimpering with lust before he even enters me. He pauses with the head of his cock poised at the entrance to my soaking, quivering pussy and looks down and into my eyes.
All of a sudden I can hardly breathe, as those piercing eyes seem to look right into me, and he maintains eye contact as he slides into me with one long, smooth thrust. The way I’m propped up, I can look down and see his cock moving in and out of me, the sight helping to speed me to another strong orgasm. The contractions of my pussy around him seem to tip him over the edge and with one or two very deep thrusts and a loud cry he comes hard inside me, filling me with cum, then pulls out and watches it start to trickle out of me again.
It’s almost as if that breaks some kind of spell as suddenly the rest of the team, who had drawn back to let him have his way with me, surrounds us again. Giant takes his place between my legs and plunges his huge cock deep into my now very well lubricated hole, and as he does so another two guys take their places by my head and I suck their cocks between moans of extreme pleasure. Giant then gets his knees under my legs, wraps his arms around me and lifts me up so that I’m effectively sitting on his lap straddling him. Someone else then moves behind me and using the mixture of my own and Blue Eyes’ cum as a lubricant, then starts to enter my backside. I gasp and freeze, unsure that I want this to happen, and he stops to let me get used to it. Giant stops thrusting to let me concentrate, and I slowly push myself back onto the cock at my arsehole.
Once he’s in, the thrusting resumes, echoed by the cock in my arse, and I’m amazed by the sensation of these two filling more completely than I’d ever before experienced. Before long I also have two cocks in my mouth and one in each hand, and I surrender myself completely to the sensations and pleasures of being used in every conceivable way by these men, knowing there’s nothing I could do to stop them even if I wanted to. Of course, I don’t want them to stop, and for hours and hours they take it in turns to fuck me in every possible combination. It eventually becomes apparent that some of them have already recovered and are coming back for their second or even third turn, as although I’m no longer able to keep count or even work out who’s doing what to me at any given time, it does seem that I’ve been fucked in the pussy at least twenty times, and that’s not counting the number of times I’ve had someone fill my arse and mouth with cum.
Eventually they’re all sated, but not before forming a tight circle around me and masturbating themselves to orgasm over my body. I think I must have fallen asleep for a time, because now I’m lying on the towels, exhausted, covered in cum and aching in every hole and limb from the contortions I’d been manoeuvred into. One by one, the players shower, dress and leave, and then I’m alone again. It takes me a while to realise I’m no more alone this time than I had been earlier. Eventually, I become aware that the first player, the blue eyed one, is still there, watching me. “You OK?” he asks, and I nod yes. “Cool. Think you can manage one more go?” I smile, and nod again, eagerly this time. He helps me to my feet and leads me to the shower, gently soaping my well used body, then slowly makes love to me one last time. Much later, I leave, knowing that although I’m not in town for much longer and will probably never see any of them again, I’ll also never forget my experience.
The End
Craving
Have you ever craved someone? I mean full on craved them. You want them so bad that you can literally feel the burn in your loins? I happen to like that burn. Not many do. Let it build, let it burn, let the desire grow so strong that you can physically feel it. What you have is a craving……….
He had her pinned up against the wall, knee between hers holding her still. Hand entwined in her long hair. The music and close atmosphere of the bar pressed in as he slid his tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth. Over her lips, slicking by her teeth to find her tongue, and probe it into playing. His other hand was on her hip feeling her slightly buck against his denim clad leg. Her fingers were playing with the waistband of his pants teasing the hair that led like an arrow downward. She shifted her attention to his zipper, feeling the bulge. He bit her bottom lip between his teeth when she passed over it with light flighty touches. She let out a small groan.
“Outside, now” He growled at her. With that he left her behind as he strode towards the exit under the flashing lights and swathing bodies, passing through them as if a path was cut just for him. They were leaving his bar. Harley’s Paradise Island is what the locals called it.
She watched him go, wondering if she should follow. She knew what he was like. It was one of the reasons she had come to work in the bar in the first place.
She had come there on her night off because of the craving. A dark piece of her was inflamed by the idea of being taken without control. To see what it was like to truly surrender in danger. To play with fire and see how much it actually burned. When she told her other husband of things she had wanted to try he had either balked at the idea or tried but never to her satisfaction. The attempts were maddening. Like having a drop of a delicious wine on your tongue but never being able to grasp the full taste experience. Teasing the mind’s imagination into knowing almost what it is missing, but enough to not be sated by any weaker port. Craving.
She fixed her hair and pressed herself out of the bar through the throngs of people gyrating and using their clothes as contraceptives. The beats echoed in her head along with her hammering pulse. When she reached the door she paused and wondered…can I actually do this? Can I fuck my boss? What if she said no? Would he stop? COULD he be stopped? She shook her head and walked out.
As soon as she hit the sidewalk a hand wrapped around her arm, guiding her towards a black 1967 Mustang fastback.
“Get in.” She opened the door and sat quietly.
He got in and sat in the drivers side and stared at her. She just looked back and then down.
With the contact broken he put the key in and drove off. No music played. The car seemed too quiet. Once again her nerves were on edge, but in the middle of it they were also accompanied by the blossoming of severe heat in her torso. Craving.
He stopped outside a small cabin in a remote part of the county. A black Harley Davidson motorcycle parked near the back. He got out of the car and opened her door, once again gripping her arm. He slammed the door behind her and started towards the cabin. She noted that no lights could be seen inside. She saw that the cabin had a lot of windows in the little bit of natural light the night provided. He unlocked the door and pressed a code into an alarm. He took her through the door locked it behind them and punched in another code. He didn’t turn on any lights and just kept walking. They walked through the large main room and climbed a staircase made of cut logs until they reached his loft.
She had no choice but to follow. He had her arm and was directing her into the area. When he finally let go, she just stood where he had left her, waiting for what would come next, nervously licking her lips. He flicked a switch by the door and subdued dim light spilled from the recessed setting along the ceiling by the bed. The bed itself looked massive, clearly the focal point of the room. Its dark presence was overwhelming. There were erotic pictures on every wall. He was obviously an ass man.
From behind he came up and slid his hands under her skirt. He was roughly kneading her ass cheeks as she tensed first and then started to sway into the sensation. He moved his fingers up to the waistline of her thong and pulled it down to her knees. With his leg he once again spread her legs a bit. His hands returned to her ass and stated to move downward until he was just by her lips. He swept a finger quickly down and over them to feel how wet she was. When he found her soaking he bit her neck roughly and dragged his teeth together across her skin. His other hand again went into her hair making sure she didn’t move.
He turned her around to face him.
“Take off the top.” No questions, just orders. She slid out of the arms of her black tank top. It slid over her shoulders and when she got it to her waist he let go of her hair and pulled both the top and her skirt to the floor, leaving her in a bra. She took that off wanting all of it now. She shook off her worries and decided to embrace it. The craving had taken over. It wasn’t necessarily her being passive it was a partner who would win in a bid for domination, control.
He seemed a bit surprised when she looked him in the eye while unbuttoning his shirt. She ripped out his belt and undid his pants, leaving him naked from the waste down. She kept her eyes locked on his as she knelt down.. Still on her knees she opened her mouth just enough to let her breath be felt on his cock. She licked her lips slowly showing him deliberately what she was going to do. She opened her mouth a slowly let her lips roam over the head and down the shaft teasing the underside with her tongue. Her hands raced up and down his thighs and finally settled on his balls. Not wanting them to feel neglected she removed her lips and let her tongue roam from the tip of his cock down to the bottom of his sack. She made figure eights with her tongue on the underside of the balls and flicked her tongue further down the crack just to let him feel it. Her hand had since moved to his shaft and was moving with grace and speed and slickly with her spit. Her thumb kept pressure on the underside and stroked the head briefly on the upswing. She slowly sucked one ball into her mouth passing it over her lips and sleeked over her teeth.
When she was done with one she added the other with the same movements until they were both in. Then she hummed while stroking him feeling his balls tense up. She pulled back gently with her head delaying the pleasure. She kept her hand on his shaft and replaced her lips around the head, licking the slit until she felt and tasted the precum drops. She removed her hand and her lips.
“Get on your knees” She said. He chuckled and did as she asked.
When he was down on his knees. He let her go on all fours facing him with her lips again on his cock licking, slurping, moaning. He gripped her ass and started her bobbing up and down all the way on his shaft. To her credit there was no pull of teeth on his skin. Once she got used to the amount of dick in her mouth she pushed her tongue up against him making the passage down her throat tighter. She could feel him get bigger until he pushed her off of him.
“Open your mouth. Eyes open.” He stroked himself hard and fast bringing strands of cum onto her face and into her hair. The hot salty semen littered her cheeks, chin and some of her tongue. He brought her forward again and made her wrap her lips around him and clean what was left on him off.
“Go clean your face.” He said as he got up. She looked around and saw a door that led into a rustic bathroom. She took a wash cloth and did as she was told.
When she came back he simply said. “Come here.”
She walked to the bed where he was sitting. He once again grabbed her arm and pulled her to sit on the bed next to him. He pulled her hair up into his hand again bit her neck again making her pant.
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He let his fingers reach for her breasts flicking over the nipples in circles and then pinching them until they were standing as large as an eraser tip on a pencil. He pulled her fully onto the bed and sat astride her biting and licking his way to her nipples. When he reached them he took them between his teeth and licked franticly until she was bucking under him. He stopped only after biting a little harder bringing a flash of pain.
He stared into her face as he moved his fingers down until he reached her pussy. She was freshly shaved and smooth as silk. Her wetness let him know she had enjoyed what had come before. He thrust two fingers roughly inside feeling how tight she was wrapping around him. He moved his head down to where his fingers were, spreading her legs over the side of the bed to give him greater access. He ran his finger over her lips feeling her wetness make them sleek and slick. He put his fingers inside her again until she moaned. He removed them and flicked his tongue over the lips and bit her thighs roughly. He splayed her lips wide and sucked on her clit until it was between his teeth like her nipples had been before. Sucking and licking it she thought she would explode from the speed at which he was doing everything. It was overwhelming and almost painful.
He let one finger move into her again curling against her wall stroking that spongy spot until he could feel her juices flow down between the crack of her ass. He took his other hand and let a finger get soaked and rubbed her asshole until she whimpered. He pushed it in slowly, smoothly. The sensations left her feeling incredibly full and at a loss for focusing letting him take her to the brink and back down again until she was pulling and pinching at her own nipples in an effort to add to the extreme pleasure. When he finally let her explode she flooded him with her wetness and felt as if she had been torn inside out. The pressure had built up and thrummed inside her until she could hold it back no more.
Without wasting a beat he pushed her all the way back onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach. With her on her knees he positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips yanking her onto him mercilessly. The more she tried to move the more he pulled her back until she had no choice but to let him stroke inside her as hard and as fast as he wanted. He wound a hand around her hair but loose enough to put the hand around her neck and rub this thumb over her throat making her panic. He forced her head back and caused her to arch her back. He pushed her head down letting go of her throat until her shoulders were almost on the mattress her cheek pressed against it while he held her down forcing himself inside deeper. She could feel him pounding without relief into her until his balls were soaked with her. She contracted her internal muscles until she was so tight she thought she would squeeze him out. He forced himself to stay in despite the tightness and he kept the pressure going until an orgasm was ripped from her forcing a low moan from her throat.
“My turn.” He grabbed her under her ribs and leaned back until she was backwards in his lap and he once again put his hand on her throat while forcing her up and down his cock. He then pushed her onto the bed again and flipped her onto her back. He yanked her legs up onto his shoulders and grinded into her with such force it shook the bed. He gripped her ass underneath pouring himself into her as she moaned from being oversensitive. He then withdrew and pressed the head of his cock against her ass until it parted and let him inside. The tightness drove him to move slowly while she cringed at the burn. She was so full and loved feeling him moving inside her.
“I want to see you play with yourself.”
She moved her hands down to her lips and parted them. she dipped a finger into her pussy until it was coated. She started to rub her clit for him hoping to make him hurry. Her ass was hurting from the pounding it was taking. But it was a pain she liked. He did stop momentarily. Enough to put her in the doggy style position again. With her ass in the air he launched himself in without restraint.
He once again pushed her down until her cheek was on the sheets.
“Play with yourself. Rub it hard and fast.”
She made her fingers go over her clit in circles with her wetness flowing over it. She could feel it get harder and she rubbed her pussy lips to get more on her fingers. She moved back up to her clit using her first two fingers hard on it in tight circles quicker and quicker until she felt herself feel the first signs of starting to cum. She dipped her fingers again making sure they were slick enough to move smoothly over her clit and she pressed harder until the pain in her ass added to the sensations; edging her pleasure with pain. She let out a small groan and a little bit of wetness crept down her leg as she came for the third time. The tightening of her body brought him to climax in her ass. The tight channel was filled with his cum and he erupted in spurts. When he withdrew a few drops spilled out.
“You’ve got five minutes to recover.” He said as he went into the bathroom. She had never felt so used, prodded, violated, or delicious sated. Her craving had had a taste but was far from finished.
Chapter Two
Harley cleaned up in the bathroom, taking his time. It pleased him to know that she liked his domination. As he let the water heat up, he thought about what should come next. Then he had an idea. Soaking a wash cloth in hot water, he returned to the bed. He looked down at her. She had a look of pure sex in her eyes. This woman is something, he thought. “Wash me” he commanded. She took the wash cloth from him and washed his cock and balls taking care to clean him completely. “Clean yourself up” were his next words. She did as told taking the wet cloth and cleaning herself between her legs and up to her ass.
She didn’t know what to think. Her boss had just fucked her in every way imaginable, no gentleness, no tenderness, just pure hot sex. She was STILL on fire like she had never been before. Her craving was magnified if anything. Not even close to satisfaction. She had never reacted to a man the way she was reacting to Harley. Continual sexual burn. Each time they had flirted in the bar, she was affected the same way. The craving just got stronger. She knew that she had an affect on Harley but he hid it well. Now, after going through this experiment in sexual dominance, her CRAVING was growing. “Are you going to rub yourself all night with that cloth?” he asked firmly bringing her back to reality. She looked up at him, not wanting him to see how turned on she still was. She slowly got up and went to the bathroom to put the wash cloth away. Upon her return, he was laying on the bed. “Rest” is all he said. She lie down and placed her head on his chest, listening to his heart pound. It matched the pounding in her own head. Soon they both fell into a deep sleep.
She woke up before Harley and could feel his breath on top of her head. Slowly, she extricated herself from his arm and slipped out of the bed naked. She looked around for something to throw on and saw his t-shirt lying on a chair. It was huge on her but his scent filled her nostrils. She was wet immediately. Craving. She walked down the stairs quietly into the corner of the main cabin that served as a kitchen. It was very nice as cabin kitchens go. Granite counters, knobby pine cabinets and stainless steel pans hanging from beneath the cabinets. There was a granite center island and a coffee pot in the corner of the room. She looked through the cupboards for coffee and filters. Yes, they were in the cabinet above the coffee pot. Soon the smell of coffee filled the room.
She stood at the center island in his shirt letting the burn build. She thought about the previous night and could feel her nipples harden under the shirt. She let out a quick gasp when she felt the powerful hand on her arm. As soon as she realized who it was, his lips were on the back of her neck. They burned into her skin and she felt the familiar goose bumps down her arms. Her nipples were at full attention. She reached back for him but he pushed her arm back down to her side, never taking his mouth off her neck. His hands had her by the shoulders, firm, strong, holding her tightly. She didn’t want to move and probably could not have anyway.
He moved to the side of her neck slowly kissing along her hairline. She could feel his warm breath and it caused her heart to speed up a bit. “You taste good” was all he said. His hands began to firmly massage her arms. Soon, they began to move up to her neck. He held her as his tongue moved in and around her ear. His hands moved to her breasts. When he felt her nipples, she could feel his smile on her neck. No words were necessary. He liked her like this. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumb rolling them roughly. He moved forward and she knew that Harley was naked. She felt his hardness against the small of her back. This pleased her.
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She liked knowing that she had the same affect on him. He pushed against her forcing her into the edge of the center island. His hands moved under the shirt and he roughly kneaded her breasts. His cock pressed against her ass and she felt him begin to move slowly. A quiet groan escaped her lips when she felt the tip of his hard cock move under the shirt she wore and pressed against the small of her back. She could feel a wet stickiness from his cock and she knew he was excited. He moved his hands from her breasts and in one quick motion, the shirt was gone. He worked quickly when he wanted to. Immediately his arms were back on her pressing her down into the cold granite counter. He followed her down, his hot breath on the back of her neck. The granite was ice cold and her nipples responded. They ached. She could feel his cock on her back but was powerless to do anything about it.
“Don’t move” was all he said. She felt him move down and grasp her just below the knees. As if she were weightless, she felt herself lifted up and on to the granite counter top. “Stay on your knees” he said firmly. One hand moved up the inside of her leg and he felt how wet she was. “You like to be controlled” It was not a question. Craving. His hand moved away all too soon and traveled up her back pushing her face and shoulders into the cold hard granite. Her ass was in the air exposed to him and she was more turned on than ever. Without preamble, Harley pressed his lips to her. He ran his tongue up and down her wetness, tasting. “You DO taste good”. Craving. That is all she could think of. She craved his tongue, his hands, his cock. Her mind was screaming PLEASE…… but she remained silent.
Harley roughly massaged up and down her back as he continued to lick her from front to back, pausing each time he reached her clit. She jerked forward with every contact but he held her fast. He worked a hand down her back, squeezed her ass cheeks for a bit and slowly slid a finger inside her. His tongue now worked her clit, back and forth, circles, pressing up against it. His finger moved deep inside her and he massaged her spongy G-spot with the front pad. She was moving her ass against his mouth, her breasts pushed into the cold hard granite counter top.
She was completely exposed to his desires and could have cared less. Use me, take me, fuck me….those thoughts kept running through her head. As he manipulated her clit with this tongue, his finger worked magically inside her. She was so wet and beginning to feel the contractions coming. Contractions that signaled a powerful orgasm was not far away. She began to moan. As she ground her ass against his mouth, she moved her breasts back and forth creating cold hard pressure against her aching nipples. “Hold Still” was all he said from between her legs. “Make this last” .
He was willing her not to cum. She held as still as she could. Concentrating on the feelings overwhelming her senses. Tongue, finger, hot, cold. It was almost more than she could take. Soon he began to piston his finger in and out faster. He locked his lips around her clit and sucked hard. That was it….She lost it. Her hips began to rock and she literally grunted as she came in one of the most powerful orgasms she can ever remember having. He held her fast as his tongue continued to work and his fingers kept moving. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her body. She was moaning so much she could hardly catch her breath. She actually trembled in pleasure. Her juices ran down the inside of her thigh. “Holy Fuck” she thought. Who is this guy?
Harley pulled out his finger and moved his face away from her. Without missing a beat, he picked her up into the air and turned her in one fluid motion. He carried her across the room and pinned her against the cold wood of the cabin wall. She was elevated off the floor and Harley covered her mouth in his. “Fuck Me” were his only words as he let her slip down the wall and onto his hard cock. She was wet and very tight. Probably the tightest woman Harley had ever fucked. He cupped her ass with his hands and pressed into her. She felt the cold wall on her back and hands and Harley’s cock filled her completely. He just stood there and waited for her to begin moving.
Slowly, she began to rock back and forth. He sought her mouth and kissed her roughly. His lips pressed her head into the wall. “Fuck me” he mumbled through their kiss. She began to grind against him. Moving back and forth. Feeling the pressure of being filled with his cock and the delicious feeling of her clit against his pubic hair. She moved. Craving. He pressed harder into the wall, one hand around the back of her neck, the other holding her up by the ass. His legs bent slightly to support her weight. She moved faster, grinding against him. He moved his mouth to her neck and began to suck and nip the tender skin. How the fuck did he know she liked this so much.
This was her favorite way to fuck. Grinding her clit against him while feeling his cock move inside her. Harley just stood still holding her, willing her to move. “Fuck me” he said again. “Harder”. She groaned and moved faster. Her clit, so sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but responding none the less. His cock moved as she moved. He kissed, sucked, bit and moved around her neck. She was beyond caring if he marked her. She closed her eyes, grit her teeth and let out a high pitched squeal at the feeling of him against her clit. She was going to cum again.
“Don’t” was all he said. “Make it last”. It was as if he was in complete control of his emotions. She knew he felt her because the cords on his neck were bulging against her hand. He moved once. Drove up into her as he repositioned her against the wall. His lips never left her neck. Moving all around from side to side. He seemed to hold her up like she weighed nothing. She began to bounce more rapidly on his cock. Grinding back and forth and lifting up and back down. Fucking him as he had commanded.
Then he began to move. Slowly but with increasing force, he moved back against her. As he pushed into her, she ground back. It became a test of wills. Who could hold out the longest. The moved faster. He began to pound, his lips left her neck and he moved his head back. Eyes open, he stared at her. The most intense look she had ever seen in a man. Yes, was all he said. His hips moved faster, pushing his cock against her, completely filling her with every thrust. She was losing control. The grinding against her clit was taking her over the edge again. She closed her eyes and moved back against him as hard as she could. Suddenly he thrust up into her, lifting her inches up the wall. He closed his eyes and she felt him cum. The force inside her was amazing. Spurt after spurt against her cervix. She felt every drop enter her body.
That was all it took. She screamed out in pleasure and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She came. She came hard. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body. She actually shook as she was held up by his cock and the wall. Slowly, they came to a stop. The intense stare never left his face. He let her down but quickly placed his hands under her arms because she wobbled when her feet hit the ground. Harley picked her up in his arms like she was a rag doll and carried her back up the stairs. No words were spoken.
He laid her down on the bed and wordlessly went into the bathroom. She heard the water run and soon he reappeared with a fresh warm wash cloth. Unlike his earlier commanding presence, he tenderly washed her. Carefully cleaning her sex, her thighs and her stomach which were covered with the remnants of their encounter. He returned to the bathroom and stood at the end of the bed staring down at her. Then, a small smile appeared. Without saying a word, he turned and went down the steps. In a few minutes he reappeared with two steaming cups of coffee. " Here, you need this" and handed her a cup. They drank in silence. Soon Harley looked over at her and said…“Don’t think this is going to get you a raise”. No emotions, no change in expression. Just as she was about to go off on him, he smiled. “Gotcha” he said.
“Drink up missy, I have a feeling we will be here a while.”
The End
My Roommate’s Naughty Girlfriend
It was the summer of 2002 and I had just turned 21 years old. I lived in a house near my college campus with two other friends. I had a steady job as a server at a fancy restaurant most nights, which brought in great cash, so my days were wide open for lounging around in the sun while my roommates were hard at work.
This particular day didn’t start out any different from any other day of the summer. My friends and I had gotten pretty drunk the night before and I may have still been feeling the effects the next day. It was terribly hot outside. Too hot for a hung-over bum like me to go into the summer heat, so I cranked up the AC and decided to lounge on the living room couch. It was about one o’clock in the afternoon and I was enjoying some awful daytime TV. There was only so much of this garbage I could take, so I flipped the TV off and directed my attention to our coffee table. Or rather, the porno magazines that were on our coffee table. I began flipping through the one magazine casually.
There had been no intention to jerk-off at that point, but the pictures got to me. I had been wearing my favorite pair of basketball shorts and a basketball jersey with the intention of playing ball again that day, just like I did nearly everyday of the summer. With all the running around in the sun all day, I had scored myself a pretty athletic body with a solid tan.
I looked at a spread showcasing two lovely blondes sucking on each other’s tits and started working my cock from the outside of my shorts… Before long my unit was a full attention and ready to go, but just before I could pull my shorts down the back door opened! There wasn’t much reason to panic, it was probably just one of my roommates coming home and everyone glanced at the porno mags from time to time. My only concern was getting caught masturbating on the couch! To my surprise it was not one of my roommates that had entered, but my roommate’s girlfriend. Her name was Kara and she looked half Asian… but it was a more Southeastern Asia look, perhaps Filipino. Either way, she was blessed with permanently light caramel skin, beautiful long dark hair, and a petite frame. Good for her.
“Hey Steve” said Kara with a half smile. I didn’t bother to get up from my position on the couch, but did manage to give her a friendly hello and a smile.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
She plopped down on the other couch in the room and placed her shoulder bag next to her. I couldn’t help but try and peek up the mini jean skirt she was wearing that day. Lucky me, there was a brief shot of panties. Light blue, not a bad color choice.
“Just waiting for David to get done with work. He should be here in 30 minutes or so. We are going to a movie this afternoon.” she responded.
She continued to tell me what movie they planned to see and what it was about, but I had stopped listening. Instead I admired her outfit. She was a sexy girl, but today she looked exceptionally hot. A short jean skirt, tight blue tank top, flip-flops, and her hair in a ponytail. She was petite, but had a pretty decent chest for her size, which was protruding from her extra tight shirt.
“Whatcha looking at?” She asked as she moved from one couch to the one I was sprawled across. This wasn’t very surprising. Kara was a flirtatious and “touchy” character. She always seemed to enjoy being close to people.
“Oh you’re gross!” She reacted to the porno magazine that was still open in front of me. “Why do you even like this?”
“Those chicks are hot.”
“I guess…” She had leaned back against my legs on the couch and started to flip through the magazine. I told her that I wasn’t done browsing and she would have to share. So she fell onto her side in front of me and we began to page through. Eventually she got more comfortable and kicked her sandals to the floor. Kara raised her feet onto the couch, which put us in an almost spooning position.
As we looked at the magazine there were a lot of funny remarks and laughing going on. She commented on girls taking loads of cum to the face. She wanted to know why it turned guys on so much, but I couldn’t seem to give her a satisfying answer. We continued to kid around. But, as she flipped through the room got much quieter.
She seemed to begin to look at the photos longer on each page and there wasn’t much being said anymore. We had worked our way into complete spooning position on the couch and Kara’s perfect little ass was snugly pushing into my crotch. It wasn’t very long until I started feeling the stirrings of an erection. Slowly I placed my hand onto her hip and she didn’t object at all. In fact, at one point, I thought I felt her move her body so that her ass was pressed harder into me.
My erection grew and at this point I knew she could feel it. As she continued to turn the pages of the magazine I began to move my hand slowly down from her hip to the outside of her thigh where her mini skirt stopped and bare skin began. Her breathing was heavier and I knew that she was getting aroused like I was. Slowly I worked my hand under her skirt and began to slide it up her smooth thigh. I rubbed her thigh and ass as we pretended to still care about the magazine in front of us.
At this point my lips were on her neck as my one hand still caressed her perfect ass… She reached a hand back and didn’t waste anytime reaching down the front of my shorts to grab my hard prick. She worked it up and down slowly like a pro. I moved my hand to the front of her skirt and she spread her thighs just enough for me to rub her already dripping wet pussy through her panties. Kara tilted her head back and we french kissed while she stroked my cock and I rubbed her pussy.
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Soon I had her whole skirt hiked up and slowly pulled her panties down. First with my hands and then with my feet the rest of the way, so as to not break the kissing. She had managed to pull my dick from my shorts and began to guide it into her hot pussy. It found it’s mark on the first try. Slowly I inserted it into what felt like the most perfect pussy I have ever entered… it was hot, wet, and tight.
I was entering her when she broke from the kissing for a minute to let out a gasp, as I continued to slowly work my very erect cock in and out of her body. While doing this my hand worked over her hips and her nice little tits. I pulled up her shirt and played with her nipple as the thrusting grew in speed slightly. We fucked slowly in the spooning position for a while, but we were both too fucking horny for anymore of that.
I pulled her up onto all fours and removed her miniskirt and tank top. Then I dropped my shorts and removed my shirt and lined up behind her. She swayed her tight little ass slowly waiting for me to enter, but I could almost smell her sweet pussy so I had to get a taste! I leaned down and buried my face into her wet pussy from behind, my nose nestled deep in her crack. I flicked my tongue up and down quickly on her pussy lips. It tasted so sweet and I didn’t want to miss a drop.
I placed both hands on her ass and spread her cheeks so I could get deeper into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure and started to let out little yelps and short blurbs like “oh shit” and “god yes” which encouraged my to work a little harder.
After a couple minutes of enjoying Kara’s tasty pussy juices I lined up behind her and slowly entered my throbbing dick into her well prepared pussy. Placing both hands on her hips I didn’t waste time with slow fucking now. We started going at it at a furious pace. Sweat was dripping from us and I began to give her ass slaps as I fucked her pussy as hard and deep as I could. The slight moaning had now turned into shouting.
She turned her had back and looked me straight in the eyes as she said, “Fuck me!”
“You like that?” I returned.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
“Are you a bad girl?”
“Yes! I am! Oh shit!”
“You’re a little slut aren’t you? For letting me fuck you…”
“Yeah, fuck me. I want it! Oh god, fuck yes!”
The louder she got the harder I spanked her and the harder I fucked. She would continue to turn her head around and look at me as she talked dirty. I didn’t hold anything back and she seemed to love it as she reached her own hand down and played with herself as I pounded her still dripping wet pussy! It felt as though she had already orgasmed a couple times and I could feel her juices running down my balls onto my legs…
“You dirty little bitch, you wanna get fucked?”
“Fuck me baby” she said as she looked back at me again with a dirty look. “Fuck that naughty pussy!”
I was at the edge and about to explode. We had been fucking very hard for almost 20 minutes! She could sense my body getting ready to explode and before I could let my cum go all over her back she quickly pulled away and turned around. She started stroking my cock and lowered herself in front of me.
She put my dick into her mouth and then pumped away with her hand she looked up at me. “Just like the magazine.” She said quietly, yet seductively. She then pumped at my cock harder and harder. “Come on! Gimme that cum, baby. I want to taste you like you tasted me! Give it to…”
Before she could finish her last line I had began to burst gobs of hot cum all over her face and chest. It had caught her off guard and she placed my dick in her mouth to catch the rest of my huge load. I almost collapsed! It was the longest and hardest I had ever cum and Kara took her time sucking every last drop of cum off my dick and balls. She even squeezed the remained out of my shaft and looked my in the eyes with every swallow…
We both fell onto the couch panting and naked. She smiled at me and started putting her clothes on.
“He could be here soon” she said. I dressed myself too and decided it was a good idea to get out of the house before David came home. Before I walked out the door Kara gave me a long hard kiss and said that is was great, but it was our secret.
The End