Office Visit
I called you into my office and shut & lock the door, pull down the blinds and switch off the phones.
I stand behind you and slowly lift your short shirt, and run my hands up over your thong, then run my hand down onto your bare legs then up again but this time will feel your damp cunt through your thong.
You kneel on the settee and I start to finger your cunt then, as I do I lean forward & kiss your arse, you reach back and feel my hard cock through my jeans, I insert a second finger as you start to pant and you move forward & swing round to face me, your mouth reaches for mine & our tongues met, you press your body to mine, I feel your tits pressing against my shirt, nipples hard, again you reach down to feel my cock as I run a hand down your back and feel your arse.
We break off and stand back looking at each other, your eyes are on fire and you drop to the floor, with a grin you undo my belt and then my flies, in one motion you drop my jeans and boxers down to the floor and my cock springs free, its head damp with pre cum, you lick your lips and bend forward to kiss the tip, I moan as you do and holds your head. You open your mouth and slowly you take it in, licking it as you do. You savoir the moment with it in your mouth and the slowly start to work up & down on it. Your fingers find my sac and start to play with it; you can feel it so full for you. As you do my hand pulls your head so that you deep throat me, I moan and feel my balls tighten ready to explode my cum into your mouth, you feel this and ease off to prolong me…..
You take your mouth away from my cock and stand up, in a flash you remove your top, you’re not wearing a bra and you tits fall free, I look at them with approval, you move to me and undo my shirt, I slip it off & step out of my jeans that are around my ankles, I reach behind you & undo your skirt, you drop & step out of your thong, we are both now naked in my office, we kiss once more then to lie down on the settee, I look at you lying there and move my cock to your face, once more you take it in your mouth and carry on sucking it, I lean forward & kiss your nipples slowly, once again my balls fill with cum for you.
You look at me with and without saying anything take my cock from your mouth and jump up, I can see your damp pussy and know I want to taste it, I lie down on the settee and you climb on top in a 69, my cock once again fills your mouth as I run my tongue around your clit, you taste so good & sweet, you seem to take my cock further into your mouth as I tongue and suck on you, suddenly my balls tighten, you suck harder and my cum explodes into your mouth, as it does you erupt yourself & your sweet nectar fills my mouth.
You slowly milk the last of my cum as I lick your clit, my cock then drops from your mouth and I swing round, we kiss as I do I realise you still had some cum in your mouth and with a grin I find you have snowballed it to mine to mix with your own juices, I return it back to you and you swallow. We then lie back together while we recover.
I suddenly wake to find that you are there asleep on my chest, everything is very quiet and realise that the outside office must be empty, with a start I see the time and know that we’ve been in here for over 4 hours. You stir and look up at my, as you do your hand snakes down and finds my half limp cock and you slowly stroke it back to hardness. You whisper that you want more of me, that you want me to fuck you until you scream. I grin & move so that you are on top of me…..
You slowly lower yourself onto my cock & I feel your wet pussy slide over it, you hold yourself in that position for a moment while you enjoy the feeling of my cock in you, then as I reach up to tweak your nipples you start to move slowly up & down, my groin reaches up to follow your movements and we slowly fuck, you start to move faster and you explode on me, I feel your juices running down onto me as my own cum starts to build, you look at me & say not yet, & climb of & run to your bag, a tube of jell appears and to pass it to me, I rub it on my cock and all around the rose bud of your arse. You kneel before me & slowly I insert my cock into your rosebud, slowly at first then you relax and I’m fully in, moving together I slowly fuck you again and then with a rush I explode my cum into you, you feel it filling you and you scream as it does and cum again yourself. Slowly we both come back down and look at each other, with unspoken words we take each others hands and go to the office shower and slowly wash each other, then dry, dress kiss and then head off home, you to I don’t know whom, me to a loveless marriage.
The next day you don’t show up for work and but later I get a call, “I’m in bed alone, what a waste!”
The End
Welcome Home
It is 5:00 pm and my heart leaps in anticipation of what is to come tonight. I have planned and worked on this little surprise for him. I know that he is not expecting anything out of the ordinary. He usually walks into the door and we decide what we are having for dinner and then he retires to the living room and I go to the kitchen until time to call him to the dinner table.
Tonight is going to be very different. I know he will be pleasantly surprised and I can not wait until he gets home. I grow more and more excited as the minutes tick away. Then, I hear him pull into the drive and I make the last minute check and get ready.
As he walks through the door, I greet him. I have nothing on but a smile. I hand him his favorite drink, take his coat, and lead him to his chair. As he sips on the drink I run my hands all along his side, around his shoulders and then I grab his face and pull him to me. I kiss his lips ever so softly as I take the drink from his hand. I put the glass on the table and gently shove him down into the chair.
I lean over and kiss him more passionately this time. While we are kissing, I straddle his lap and gently sit down. His hands reach for my breasts and he takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth. Eagerly he nibbles at it. I can feel the hardness of his cock growing, throbbing against the fabric. I slide off of his lap, slowly, my breasts running down his chest, across his lap and resting on his strong thighs.
I position myself between his legs and slowly unzip his pants. I ease them down his hips. I can see his towering manhood popping out at me. I reach for it. I can feel how hard he is. I can feel the heat so strong. I lean and tease the head of his swollen cock with the tip of my tongue. A string of saliva runs from my tongue to his cock.
I softly blow across the wetness my tongue left behind. I make small circles around the tip of the head, slowly and deliberately taking my time. I look up at him, watching him as he watches me. I can feel my own heat growing inside me.
Slowly I increase the circles, finally circling the outside. I use my tongue to draw him into my waiting mouth. I stop once the head is in. My tongue continues its assault. I gently suck as I back away, his cock popping out of my mouth.
Covered in saliva, I blow softly again. Watching it jump in anticipation. Seeing him this excited makes me so hot. I take my tongue and draw him into my mouth again. This time I take half of his length. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock, creating a slight pressure against it.
I increase the suction as I slowly move back, just until the head is the only thing left. I give him a soft moan, just a slight vibration. I reach and take his balls in my hand, gently massaging them, tugging softly. I look at him. His head is back and he is enjoying every minute.
In one quick move, I take him deep into my throat. My tongue pressed tightly against his cock. My throat is full. I feel his hand tangle in my hair. With a slow and steady pace, I start to move up and down on his cock.
His hand starts to guide me up and down. His hips start to move, matching the pace. As the pace grows faster, he’s pushing my mouth down onto his cock. Deeper and stronger the thrusts begin to come. He is fucking my mouth the way I like him to fuck my pussy.
By this time, I can feel the juices running down my thigh. I tug on his balls a little harder now. He is thrusting his hips each time he pushes my head down. I can feel his cock growing, throbbing against my tongue. I know he is close.
At his deepest point, I let out a deep moan. I can feel the vibrations in his balls. He has reached the point of no return. With one last thrust I feel his balls tighten and I can feel the spurt of his hot cum against the back of my throat. I can feel his cock pulsing.
It is so much that it oozes out the sides of my mouth and down onto his balls. As his throbbing subsides, I let him slip out of my mouth. I lick the cum off of his balls and then from the corners of my mouth.
His hand still in my hair, he pulls me to him. He kisses me so passionately. He pulls me up onto his lap and wraps his arms around me. I whisper in his ear, “Welcome home baby!”
The End
Beauty Meets a Beast
The rain was coming down so hard that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. If there was any moon to help alleviate the gloom, it was hidden beneath the heavy clouds. “Hello?” I called out, for the millionth time, but there was no response. I had wandered too far from the campsite in my search for privacy to take care of my business. “I should have just squatted right outside the tent.” I muttered, forcing my bare feet to continue onwards. The woods couldn’t last forever and we had only been a few hours out from town when we had been forced to stop.
Finally, I could see a small glare of light through the trees. I dared to hope that it was a campfire that Papa had been able to start as a beacon for me. I hurried forward, oblivious to the branches that were scratching my arms and tearing at the thin shift I had worn to sleep in. But no-it was no campfire. It was a lamp, hanging outside a broken gate. I could see no means for how the lamp stayed lit, but that was the least of my worries. A gate meant that there would be shelter near by and even if it was as run down as its entrance, it would be better than suffering through the storm. The sleeves of my shift were long and it came down to my knees, but it did little to combat the cold. I needed to be inside somewhere to dry off. A great creaking seemed to pierce the fog of the rain as I pushed the gate open enough to slip through. Beyond, I could see another light and what appeared to be a door.
My hopes rose. The door seemed to be intact. They fell again as soon as I reached it and realized that it was locked. “Hello? Is anyone in there?” I called, rapping on the door with the giant banger. A moment passed and the door slid open silently. “Hello?” I repeated and this time my voice echoed down the many halls. One of them was suddenly illuminated with torches and I made my way down it, hoping it would lead to a bedroom.
Doors lined the hall, but each one I tried was locked until I reached the chamber at the end. By this point I was shivering in the drafty castle, my soaking wet shift clinging to my thin body and my hard nipples trying to work their way over the top. The door opened easily under my hand, but it was pitch black inside. I stepped in to see if the torches would flare to life and when they didn’t I spoke again, since that had cued the others. “Hello?”
This time, I was greeted. “Welcome.” A deep voice responded and I strained my eyes to see into the shadows. I made out a great looming shape and turned to run, but the door was closing behind me, blocking both the light and my escape. My hands reached for the handle, but before I could get a good grip on it, a massive arm wound its way around my waist and pulled me tight against a warm body. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
The words chilled me even as his heat warmed me. “W-why not?” I asked, swallowing against a sudden lump in my throat.
“I don’t take kindly” His grip on me tightened and I could feel his hand-massive-running through my hair. “To my hospitality being flouted.” Adrenaline kicked it and I struggled against him. It was then that I realized what was so soft about his body. He was covered in fur, almost like a bear. “Enough.” He pulled me tight enough to leave me breathless. The hand-or was it a paw?-that had been caressing my hair slid down across my face and onto my breast where it gave a little squeeze. “What are you doing?” I managed when his grip loosened enough for me to breathe again. My nipple was still hard from the cold and while his hand was warm, the way his thumb was rubbing it did little to soften the tiny nub.
“Did you think you could stay here for free?” His breath was hot on my neck and I shivered, my hands coming up to try and pull his away. That was exactly what I had thought. Putting a traveler up for the night was expected of anyone who lived near a traveling road: everyone had to travel at some point and the visitor could soon become a host. “Not here.” He answered my thoughts. Oblivious to or ignoring my attempts to stop him, he continued to rub my breast, first using his palm to drag the wet fabric across it, then taking the nipple and twisting it ever so gently between his thumb and forefinger.
I could do nothing against him and eventually my whines of protest quieted. His arm around my waist loosened and I felt his hand first at my hip, then at my stomach. I tried one last time to get free, but his hand shifted lower and all I accomplished was pressing my pussy into his fingers. “Eager?” He mocked, as his large fingers curled in, pressing the fabric of my shift between my lips. “You’re wet.” He noted and I frowned.
“I’ve just been out in the pouring rain, what do you-” In a swift motion he had lifted the shift and slid his hand-bare and hairless-up to the lips of my pussy. Two fingers slid down, one on either side of the opening and I let out a quiet moan.
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“This is not rain water.” He pulled his hand away and lifted the shift completely over my head. I found my arms raising up to aid him in getting it off and as soon as the garment was clear of my head, I ran to the door again. If I could make it back to the campsite, I could dress in another night gown and no one would know. It wasn’t as if anyone could see outside anyway.
The door was locked.
A growl behind me was the only warning I got as the beast leaped after me, pinning my hands at my side. “I warned you that you were not to struggle.” He growled. Inhuman strength aided him in lifting me and suddenly I was in the air. A scream escaped my lips a moment before I landed on a soft bed. Then he was there again, holding my shift in his hands. Each of the sleeves was tied in a knot around one of my wrists and he had my arms stretched up above my head before I could recover enough to realize what he was doing. I could barely see, but the thin amount of light trailing from under the door seemed to be enough for him.
As soon as I was tied securely, he seemed to calm down. I could see the outlines of a terrifying inhuman face as it passed close to mine, then nuzzled my neck. I couldn’t deny the pleasure of the shivers his hot breath caused. “You smell wonderful.” He noted. A paw slid along my side, enjoying my curves and his face traveled lower. He paused at my breasts-tiny mounds with still stiff flags pointing up from them, and his tongue slid out of his mouth. It was long and curled around each nipple in turn, pulling it upwards before it finally slid out of his grip. No man had ever dared to touch me like that before, and my body wouldn’t obey me when I told it to try to kick him. Despite the situation, I was enjoying myself.
He moved lower between my legs, and just as a switch went off and I moved to kick his face, his hand touched my now swelling outer lips. He ran a finger down either side a few times, seeming to enjoy how squishy it was, and each time I felt waves of pleasure overcoming my desire to resist him.
His hand left my pussy and I groaned in disappointment. It didn’t last long. He pushed my legs apart at the knee and I couldn’t help but gasp as my pussy opened up to his gaze-I could tell he could see in the dark by the faint glow of red that were his eyes. He let out a soft sound of approval and his hand returned. This time it moved on the inside of my lips, pressing the outer lips apart and opening me up further to his inspection. Every little touch sent electric pleasure through me and I found my hips thrusting against him.
His weight shifted and I felt a sudden heat. That long tongue which had tortured my breasts had found a new plaything. It swept nearly from my asshole to the very tip of my pussy, where it would linger and dance for a few seconds, wrapping itself around my clit. I was in ecstasy.
One of the giant fingers began to circle my tight entrance and as I bucked my hips against it, the tip slipped inside and a moan escaped me. That single finger slid up deeper inside of me until he encountered my virgin barrier. I hardly noticed. The thick finger was stretching me out and the feeling was exquisite. His tongue changed tactics, focusing on my clit more than anything else now. His other hand was holding my lips open wide, giving his mouth full access.
My breathing soon quickened and I felt as if something was about to happen. I was both scared and excited for it, but as soon as I felt it was nearly upon me, his finger thrust deeply into me, breaking that barrier it had encountered earlier. It swirled around as if making sure he got all of it and then the both the mouth and the finger were gone. “You taste as good as you smell.” He noted, and I could see in the outline of his shape that he was licking that finger, tasting my blood.
Fear began to overtake me again as he shifted positions once more. This time he was leaning over me, his thighs pressing against mine and keeping them parted. I felt something else at the entrance to my womanhood-something much larger than his finger had been. It pressed up against me and I could feel it slipping inside. It hurt and I was about to complain when it brushed up against something inside.
Catching my gasp of pleasure, he paused and slid back and forth for a moment. I could feel that event on the horizon again. A quick thrust had him fully inside of me and as his hips pressed against my clit, I felt as if I was exploding. I bucked and rocked against him and he let out a groan, sliding in and out of me, faster and faster. After a few moments of riding my first orgasm, I lost sight of everything in the dim room.
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I held the girl who had once been a virgin in my large arms, pulling her torso tightly against me as she passed out from the pleasure I had given her. A few more thrusts and I had finished as well. She was tighter than most girls I had led here, but it was her fighting spirit that made this conquest so enjoyable.
For the next five months, I kept the doors locked, and eventually she grew to accept the fact that she was trapped here. I made her pay for every night until she grew too large with my child to please me. By then she was unable to run and barely able to move around.
The birthing would kill her, as it did every other human woman, but that was fine. My child would need her body for nourishment until it could go off and hunt on its own. Until then, I would have to lure another plaything to my castle.
The End
After Your Business Trip
I peer into the mirror lazily. I dry my skin and pump the lotion from the bottle, realizing it’s running low and I’ll need more soon. I look at the alarm clock next to the bed and realize I’m running late. I hurry, lathering on the lotion to my freshly shaved legs and my bare arms, before glancing back into the mirror before I go to pick out something to wear. You haven’t told me where we’re going just yet, so I decide to be neutral. I slip on a blue sweater to counter the cool August air, and a denim mini that covers just about to mid-thigh. I know you love it when I show off my legs—especially in a skirt. I hurry to slip on a pair of long black leather boots as I hear the doorbell ring.
“Shit,” I think to myself. I run downstairs and open the door to see you standing there, handsome as always. You gaze at me for a moment before you notice that I’m not fully ready. I haven’t done a thing to my hair and I’m not wearing makeup, but you figured as much. You bring your right hand to my hip and give me a light kiss on the lips as you walk through the door of my house.
“Baby, will you give me just a minute to finish getting ready?” I ask as you walk toward the couch.
“Sure, sweetie, that’s fine. I’m in no hurry.” You flash a smile at me and sit down as I run back up the stairs. You watch my legs pump and the skirt ride up just a little until I disappear into the upstairs.
I find a cute necklace and earring set and pin my hair back loosely. It frames my face but stays out of the way, just the way you like it. I put lotion onto my face and cover my eyelid with a shimmery blue powder to match my dark blue v-neck sweater. I glance at myself one last time in the mirror as I apply a shade of clear gloss to my full lips before I grab my purse and run back downstairs. I see you relaxed on the couch, and you rise as I enter the room.
This time, you’re able to look me over more thoroughly. “Mmm sweetie, you look delicious!” you tell me. I laugh at you, flattered. “Well honey, I hope I’m not dinner, because I’m starving!” I reply. You laugh me as you kiss me again, wrapping your large masculine hand around my neck and weaving your fingers into my hair, just before pulling back and taking my hand.
I walk outside and see your new car. You’ve told me all about it, but I haven’t seen it yet because we’ve been too busy to go out all week! You walk me toward the jet black jeep and open the door for me, eyeing the hemline of my skirt as I climb in. You run around the front and hop in, placing your hand in mine.
We sit quietly in the car. Usually we don’t talk much on car rides, but this seemed a little different. Things have been getting more serious these past couple of months, and we’ve avoided a lot of discussion about the future, not quite sure where to take things. We’ve been content with frequent sleepovers, frequent sex and love making, and frequent dates and outings. I smiled silently to myself, wondering where we’re going. Our dates are usually similar, but always entertaining.
“Any idea where we’re going baby?” you ask, breaking the silence, startling me as I was lost in thought about our relationship.
“Oh… umm… I’m not sure hon. I’m not usually on this side of town… where are we going?” I ask, looking around.
“Well, I was going to take you hiking, but you’re not dressed appropriately. So instead we’re gunna go catch a movie and then dinner then we’ll see what we’re in the mood for, if that’s ok?” you ask, looking over at me.
“Oh no sweetie… I’m sorry! I didn’t know you wanted to go hiking… I can go change and we can go, really that’s no problem!” I say, feeling terrible that I messed up your plans.
You laugh your casual laugh that I adore so much. “Baby, don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have tried to surprise you. Besides, you look amazing,” you tell me, briefly scanning my body with your eyes. You stop at the V on my sweater, showing the slightest swell of my breasts. You fight to not let your mind wander to all the times you’ve tasted, touched, and felt them on so many areas of your warm skin.
You simply smile and keep driving as I grin, knowing what’s going through your mind.
We arrive at the movie theater and you lean across me to open my door for me. You usually hop out of the car first to come around the car to open it for me, but by reaching across me your face came within inches of the exposed swell of my breasts.
You leaned in and gave a small wet kiss right on the crease, making me laugh as I unbuckle the seatbelt and climb from the car, meeting you in front. You seem extra passionate tonight, and I like the different feeling. You grab my hips in front of the car and pull me close. Our lips meet, and you taste a mixture of berry lip gloss and a brief hint of cinnamon toothpaste. You back me against the clean car, pressing my hips into it firmly. Your hand runs through my hair as your tongue snakes through my lips and presses against mine, running lightly along my teeth.
I think of how delicious you taste, of how wonderful it feels to be pressed to your body. The way you kiss—sensational. You start so slow, teasing my lips with your teeth. Your breathing hits my lips, you let out a low groan as you feel my body come into contact with yours, you play with my hair, you bite my lips and toy with my tongue. And you always pull away right as I begin to react. This time was no different.
You smile at me and kiss my forehead and pull me away from the car, and I trail after you, my hand in yours. We reach the ticket counter and see two movies starting soon. One chick flick, one action.
“What are you in the mood for babe?” you ask me.
“I don’t know baby, you decide. I don’t really care,” I tell you, smiling.
You know I’d ultimately rather see the chick flick over that particular action movie, remembering a snide comment I made about the preview a few days earlier. I smile as you open the door for me, knowing your eyes are glued to the back of my tight denim skirt. You walk up beside me and place your arm around my hips, pulling my body close to yours in the cool building.
“Want anything honey?” you ask.
“No, we’re going to dinner, right?”
“Yeah, but not ’til the movie is over. Get what you want baby,” you tell me.
I giggle a little and order some milk duds and a water, while you place your order for nachos and a large Dr. Pepper.
I walk toward the theater, wearing your jacket knowing the theater would be cold. I find a seat near the top, finding few people in the theater. The movie is a couple of weeks old so I guess it’s not too surprising that it’s not busy, I think to myself. I sit in the seat, looking down to see if you come in. The lights dim and I’m a little annoyed that I can’t see if it’s you coming in. I see you standing at the bottom and stand up so you can see me, and see you start coming up the stairs, so I smooth my skirt and sit back down in the cushioned seat. You walk down the row and look around, noticing our isolation from the rest of the people in the theater. You laugh to yourself a little and come to sit next to me.
You immediately move the arm rest up and pull me toward you. I love how much body contact you need to feel close to me—always need to be touching in some form. I relax into you as you lean against the seat and I lean against you. I take a small drink of your Dr. Pepper and rest my head on your chest as the movie starts.
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You play with my hair casually, not really paying too much attention to the chick flick. You think about me—about us—and what we’ve become. You watch me as I watch the movie. You see my eyes glimmer in the light of the screen. My lips spread in a delicious smile at the sappy story showing. The shadows of the curves along my chest, sinking into the tight fitting sweater. You see me shiver a little, and pull me a little closer. I shift my body to be laying down across the seats, my head in your lap and your jacket layed across my arms.
You laugh at me, knowing that I always underdress for movies, and wonder if I do it on purpose so I have an excuse to cuddle and be close with you. Either way, you don’t mind.
I pop the first milk dud into my mouth and look up when I feel you laugh. I see you staring at me and give you a quizzical laugh. You mouth something, but I can’t see what you said. I lean up and put my mouth near your ear.
“What hon?”
“You’re too adorable,” you reply with a smile.
I blush a little, turning my head downward, wondering what I did this time.
You put your fingers on my chin and lift my head, kissing me softly at first. I intended to turn and lay back down, but you deepened the kiss and slid your hand down my side to rest on my hip. I slide up a little so I’m resting in your lap and I press my body to yours. Your hand slides around and gropes my behind; not playful, but rather very passionate and desirable. I moan into your kiss and pull away. I look around the theater and notice that nobody is around us, and everyone is focused on the movie. It’s only about 45 minutes in, so there’s at least another 45 minutes to go. I feel you kiss me again, more urgently this time.
“I want you,” I say unconsciously. Its as though every time you kiss me I say that, and it triggers something in us both to fool around at any given point in any given place. You tell me to lay back down, and I look a little saddened at the rejection, but I’m somewhat satisfied with the movie. Then I feel your hand move.
You place it on top of my breast casually and begin to massage firmly. You feel no extra material. I’m not wearing a bra. You smile at the thought of being that much closer to that delicious, supple flesh. You caress the skin along the neckline of my sweater, teasing me. I shiver slightly; not because of the cold theater.
I turn my head to the screen but keep my attention on your fingers applying their delicate pressure to my skin; then I felt you stop altogether.
Your cold finger brushed against my lips and I opened my mouth involuntarily. I tasted the sweet syrup of your soda, then felt you pushing your fingers inside of me suddenly. I was surprised that you were being so physical in the movie theater, and bit down on your finger, sucking on it vivaciously. You thrust your fingers in and out of my moistening pussy as your wrist curled up under my skirt and your fingers remained in my mouth. I tried to keep quiet, your fingers acting as a plug for me to restrain the primal moans from escaping my wet lips.
You withdrew your two fingers from inside of me and ran one along my lips. I tasted my sweet juice and sucked on that finger, enjoying the taste and smell of my arousal. You brought the other finger to my mouth and sucked the remaining juices off hungrily, wishing your tongue could be buried within me lapping up what was now flowing freely from within. Your wet fingers reached inside the top of my sweater and brushed past my nipples, enough to make me arch my back and sigh in pleasure at your teasing.
The credits flashed on the screen. I was disappointed that we hadn’t done more, and was still aching for your touch. I stood quickly before the lights came on, pushing my skirt down back to it’s normal position, and wrapping your jacket around me. I realized that my milk duds were still there, but you had managed to eat your nachos at some point, as the garbage layed on the floor beside your seat. I bent in front of you to pick it up and felt your hand pat my firm ass in approval. I laughed as you stood and we walked down the stairs and out of the theater hand in hand.
By the time we were at the car, we were both thirsting for each other. You pressed me into my door firmly as I slid my leg up along yours, pulling your body closer to mine, locked in a warm and passionate kiss. Your tongue sought my teeth, your hands pushed up my sweater, your hips thrust into mine against the shiny metal of your vehicle. You traced your teeth across my jaw and latched onto my sensitive earlobe, causing a deep moan to erupt from within me as you grind your hips into me harder. You breathe into my ear as your tongue slides along the warm skin, and you raise my hands above my head and pin them to the car.
“Oh baby… mmm” is all I can seem to mutter. The sensation is too much.
“I want you Kelly,” you finally tell me. This sends me over the edge.
I reach to open the back door and press against you as you lean inside. I’m fierce with my movements and I climb on top of you as you crawl backwards into your new car. I reach between us and rub your throbbing hardon with my hand, wishing I could feel your hot skin against my palm, against my tonge—against the silky flesh of my tight pussy—and move to reach my hand inside your pants, finally feeling your throbbing member in my hand. I moan as you push my sweater up and take a firm nipple into your mouth, biting gently at first.
In minutes, your pants were pulled down and you were thrusting into me. We were still laying down so our movements were constrained. My head bumped into the door repeatedly as you pumped your throbbing cock inside of my pussy, rocking the car in the back of the parking lot at the theater. In no time, because of our urgency, with your fingers circling my clit, I came hard. My cum ran down your cock as you pumped into me, cumming inside of me, grunting and holding my hips hard. We lay in the back of the car, sweating after the frantic orgasms we each just received.
You kiss me and brush my hair from my face.
“Mmm baby I really missed you this last week,” you speak directly into my ear. I move off of your body and let you pull your pants up over your thighs and tuck your wet cock back into your boxers before you sit up and get out of the car with me. You open my door and pick me up to put me in the front seat. You pushed back against me and kissed me deeply before closing my door and running around to the other side of the car, looking around to see if anyone was watching—and you notice no spectators.
You climb in and find my panties on the dashboard and start laughing hysterically at our encounter. Usually we at least wait to get home before we ravish each other’s bodies, but this time our need was too urgent. Our quickie was satisfying but completely unexpected and a little funny. You took them in your finger and passed them back to me.
“You might wanna put these back on before dinner,” you tell me.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Mmm,” you say looking at me. “I guess that’s your decision,” you say with a wink.
I toss the tiny black bikini panties into the back seat and watch you eye my legs between my long boots and short skirt. Our ride is silent again, but completely enjoyable. We arrive at P.F. Changs and walk in together. You let me walk ahead of you as you open the door, and you eye my ass knowing that it’s bare beneath the demin skirt. We get seated immediately, the hostess eyeing you as we walk toward our dimly lit booth, conveniently located about ten steps from the host stand. I watch her as she watches you, a twinge of jealousy taking over me.
I slide into the booth and expect you to sit across from me but I feel you slide in beside me. I wonder why you’re next to me, but then I feel your lips on mine and my worries disappear. Your face turns to accommodate my tongue gliding into your mouth. Your hand caresses my neck and face, running your fingers through my hair, as you kiss me deeply and passionately. The kiss wasn’t sloppy, it was clean and perfect. You pulled away from me but kept your face just inches from mine and smile.
“What are you looking at?” I ask with a smile spreading across my face.
“Well… I was thinking how much more beautiful you are than that hostess that was checking me out.”
I lower my head. Oh no, you noticed. I hate being jealous because I trust you, but sometimes I just can’t help it!
“I’m sorry…” I tell you, my head still lowered.
“Hey,” you say, lifting my chin. “Baby… it’s ok. I like it.” And then I see that smile—that delicious, barely-there smile that makes me melt. It’s just a curl of the corners of your delicious lips, but it’s so sensual, so delicious, so perfect. So you.
You sit next to me, paying special attention to me during the meal—kissing me constantly, feeding me bites of your dinner (and mine), remaining physically close to me—keeping your eye on the hostess making sure she left jealous. As we finished sharing our dessert, you made sure to thank the hostess and server as we left hand in hand, with me clinging to your arm because of the chill in the night air outside.
You walked me to the car and let me inside as you climbed in and cranked up the heat. You layed your hand on my thigh and I looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“What?!” you ask.
I look at your hand and back to you, wondering where that hand will be travelling during our car ride.
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“I’m just trying to keep you warm…” you tell me with a wink.
I smile as the heat starts to blow in the car, warming me up in ways your hand isn’t, but not impacting me in the ways that your masculine hand is. It remains still on my thigh, but sends currents through my body, craving more contact with you. I curl toward you, leaning over the console and holding onto your arm as you stroke my thigh. We arrive at my house after a short while—about ten o’clock. It’s early, so I invite you to come in, and you accept the invitation without hesititation.
We sink into the couch, and I automatically move to curl into your body in a cozy cuddle. Your hand finds its place on my stomach as we sit in silence, the room dimly lit by the lights outside my house bursting through the windows. I wonder if we’ll fall asleep, or if more will come of the evening. As we rest, I feel myself drift off.
I feel your hands on my legs and I stir, noticing I’m in my bed. Your fingers unzipped my boots and you slid them off my feet. I lay there in nothing—my panties were still in the back seat of your car—realizing that you had taken off my clothes to get me comfortable—or so I thought in my dreary state. I’m sure it took all of your self control to keep from touching me—kissing me, licking my soft skin, pressing your fingers into my body—as I lay peacefully asleep. I looked up at you and you realized I was awake. You tossed the covers over my body so I could be warm, noticing goosebumps rising across my milky flesh. I pushed them back away. You smiled a little, grabbing them again and laying them back over my body. I laugh and push them back, my body wiggling with my movements, causing my breasts to squeeze together further.
You laugh as you climb onto the bed, continuing to play our little game. Soon enough, you’ve moved to tickling me. The sheets coat my body as you start to tickle my sides. Your arms grip my hips, pinning me down to the bed as you torture me with your fingers. I laugh and squirm beneath you, busting up as you pin me down, laughing with me. Your smile brightens as you see how I’m struggling. I try to press my arms to you to push you away and end up rolling on top. The sheet is still between us but is no longer draping over my body; its pooled around our hips where I’m straddling you. Your cold fingers make instant contact with my skin, both of us still lauging hysterically.
Unconsciously, we’re rubbing against each other. You’re hardening as my bare pussy presses into your boxer-clad cock. Suddenly you stop laughing but you’re still tickling me. Then I feel your finger on my clit.
I jump and scream loudly—surprised at the sudden change in dynamic in the room. Not at all disappointed. I instantly bucked my hips against you and threw my head back as you looked at me and smiled, knowing how much I’d missed our intimacy over the last several days of being away from each other. You rub around my clit cautiously, so as not to “overwhelm me,” as you told me later. I pushed myself forward on top of you and kissed you, your tongue meeting mine in a desperate attempt to become closer—push the moment further.
Your left hand moves to my right breast, pinching the nipple roughly as you slip your finger inside of me and press it into my g-spot. Your mouth moves along my jaw line to my ear, breathing heavily into it hinting at your own arousal. It was too much.
I flipped around and tossed the sheet aside with the rest of the blankets on my bed. I pushed your boxers down just enough to take your hard cock into my warm and waiting mouth. You groaned at the sensation, remembering how much you missed our passionate sex life. I jumped when I felt your hand smack down hard on my ass. I had forgotten how naughty you could get when you were really turned on. I smiled around your cock, sucking ferociously on the head and pressing you into my throat. You wouldn’t last long at this pace. My pussy was a mere foot from your mouth, and you watched me suck you, my breasts pressing into your stomach, my hips thrusting into the air. Your hand lands on the other cheek, harder this time. I scream on your cock, causing you to thrust further into my throat. My vocal chords massage you along with the wet lining of my throat. You thrust three fingers into my tight pussy as you feel yourself about to cum.
I continue to moan with you in my mouth, taking the base in my mouth and caressing the sensitive underside as I feel you filling me. Your hand falls onto my head, pressing my face hard to your groin, warning me of the orgasm that you’re about to experience. I squeeze your fingers with my walls as you curl your fingers against my g-spot.
I writhe and cum on your hand, my juice running down your fingers and hand, coating your arm. You squirt your cum into my mouth, and I swallow greedily, tasting the salty mixture and enjoying it thoroughly. I continue to suck and lick the head as though it were my own personal lolly pop, your salty seed being the tasty treat in the center. You pull me around to face you and kiss me, probably tasting yourself still in my mouth. I hold back a little, wondering if the taste will bother you, but you press your tongue into my mouth as you pull my hips to your body.
You rub your hand, coated with my juices, across my chest. You coat my large breasts in my cum, massaging the firm flesh roughly. I move up and you take a nipple in your mouth as I grind my pussy against your body. You taste my cum, causing you to ravish the hard bud faster and harder. I throw my head back, my hair tossing in different directions, framing my face. You smiled as you sucked and nibbled on my nipple, thinking how wonderful my hair was during and after sex. Perfect sex hair. Slightly sweaty—still soft, but definitely disturbed. Soft waves. Crooked part. Deep brunette.
I take you in my hand and rub the head of your still-hard cock around my pussy. I tease my clit with it, and a smile spreads across your lips again as you see me drowning in my own pleasure, not really concerned with anything else. Your cock throbs, and you thrust upward to push into me—and it works. I slump down, causing your cock to press deeper into of me. My walls clench around you, spasming in a small orgasm, causing you to groan and twitch inside.
Your hands move to my hips and slam me down on you. I bend my legs forward and rest on my heels. I press my weight on the palms of my hands. I rock forward, pressing your cock deep inside of me putting constant pressure on my sensitive g-spot. I moan as you begin to rub my clit in circles as I fuck you, contracting the walls inside me to drive you mad with pleasure. Your breathing becomes heavy and labored, and your thrusting quickens. You continue to stroke my clit, now pressing on it firmly, as I grind my hips in circles and bounce on top of you.
I take hold of my chest, pinching my nipples knowing you’re enjoying the little show. You know my mind is on our sex, but you think of how good I look on top of you. You look down and are able to see your cock sliding into me repeatedly, glistening with the juice from my wet pussy, and the image sends you over the edge. You grab my hips and slam me down on top of you, the change in your involvement turning me on and pushing me over the edge as well. Your nails dig into my skin deeply, drawing a scream of both pleasure and pain as I cum on you, feeling you explode inside of me too.
I slow my movements, falling exhausted on the bed beside you. Sweat coats both of our bodies and the chill of the bedroom air causes me to shiver. You reach over me and pull the covers up over my body. This time, I don’t fight back. Your hand lands on my stomach and you gently brush my sensitive skin, tickling me there. I laugh sheepishly at your efforts.
“Baby… I don’t think I could do another round…” I tell you as I roll over, laughing just a little.
You laugh, that not having been your intent. Even though it was by tickling me that our encounter started, you really just wanted to be touching me at the moment. You smile and move close, kissing me on the forehead, down my temple, and finally a seemingly innocent kiss on the lips. Your lips brush against mine, remaining in place for a moment in time. I smile widely as you move to lay down next to me, propping us both up on top of the large mound of pillows we tossed aside during our vivacious fuck.
I prop my back against your body and you wrap your arm around my waist, resting it on my hip bone. You pull me back against you, cuddling against my body heat and covering us with the thick down blanket. I move back against you as I fall asleep quickly. Your mind clouds with sleep, fighting the urge to stay awake and touch me, and you drift off.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
She whirled on me and glared up at me. “I already said no.” Melissa muttered and turned back around. I nodded and grabbed her arm, pulling it behind her back and slapping the handcuff on her. “Hey! Wha- what the fuck?” she complianed and reached with her other hand, so I caught it and put the other cuff on that wrist, being careful not to break the charm bracelet she wore all the time. “Jeremy! That’s not funny!” she sad, but was still laughing
“Oh, I think it is.” I told her and proceeded to lift her up and over my shoulder, where she of course screamed and tried in vain to kick me until I held her knees down. I saw some of her larger buddies tense up like they wanted to fight. I pulled the switchblade from my pocket and popped the knife out. “Really? You want to do that?” I asked and they settled down quickly. I carried her back to the spot we had carved out as our own in the grass and set her down on her feet, putting my arms around her again in case she decided she wanted to run. “Now, let’s enjoy the concert.” I told her and she huffed and turned away from me. I noticed she kept trying to wring her hands out of the cuffs or try to reach the lock-switch. I held my bruised wrist up for her to see. “Don’t bother.” I said. “It’ll only hurt worse if you struggle.” I eased up close to her again, trying to enjoy the rest of the concert, while she tried to get loose. Towards the end of the set, though, I felt her fingers on my zipper. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wasn’t about to stop her. In seconds my fly was open and her hands were in my boxers, rubbing and fondling my cock and balls. She rolled my nuts around in one hand and gently, slowly, awkwardly stroked my pole with the other. As my erection neared painfully large, she stopped. “Mel, Baby…” I groaned and pushed my hips at her.
Melissa pulled her hands away slightly. “Uncuff me.” she ordered. When I declined with a chuckle, she reached for my dick and dug her nails into the shaft and my scrotum. “Undo the damn cuffs, Jeremy!” I tried to pull away, but that only proved more painful. With a tear in my eye, I agreed, but she had to take her hands out of my pants. She pulled her claws from my family jewels, and I quickly backed away, zipping up before she could back at them. “Uncuff me!” she whined again, and I neared her to smack her on the ass. “Ow! Dammit, Jeremy!” she moaned and I felt a little sorry for her.
“What did I tell you?” I asked. “I said if I didn’t have a matching pair, I was gonna handcuff you and spank you like the bitch you are, didn’t I?” I joked and smacked her again, causing another mewl of something not quite pain. “Oh come on, I didn’t even hit you that hard, Melissa.” I said and hoisted her onto my shoulder again.
“Hey!” she shouted. “Where are you going?” she asked when I started to make my way to the exit.
I just laughed. “I don’t really care for this song, and I know it’s the last one in the set.” I explained and spanked her again. “So I’m skipping out early to beat the traffic.” I tossed her into the passenger seat, still handcuffed, and got in to drive her home. “I’ll let you loose, eventually.”
She pouted. “Please let me out of these cuffs, Jeremy.” Melissa pleaded. “My arms hurt and my wrists are sore.” she pouted some more before trying again. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, take them off.” she said I was rounding the corner of her apartment building.
I laughed, feeling a little sadistic, but liking it. “You’ll do whatever I want if I leave them on you, too.” I told her and swung into a parking place fast enough to make her fall over with her head in my lap. “See? What’d I tell you?” I joked as she struggled to get up and wound up rubbing her face all over my crotch. I helped her up and carried her to her door “Keys?” I asked.
She sighed. “Back pocket of my skirt.” I reached my hand in and groped her ass while I dug the house key out. “Please, just take the cuffs off, Jeremy.” she asked again as I walked in and carried her back to her bedroom. I smiled and sat her on the bed and made her sit up.
“You said you’d do whatever I wanted right?” I asked and she glared up at me, blushing harder than ever, and nodded. I smiled and started taking off my clothes. When she asked what I was doing, I told her “What I’ve wanted to do since I found out your were legal and single.” and stood before her in my boxers. “Remember if you bite me, you can die with those handcuffs on for all I care.” I said and pushed my underwear down, allowing my dick to spring out and nearly slap her in the face. When she just looked at it, then at me, like she was confused, I had to ask “What are you waiting on, Melissa?” She looked at the floor and muttered something. “What?” I asked, ears still ringing from the concert.
Melissa snapped at me. “I’ve never done it before! OK?” she barked and bounced on the bed. “What? Is it such a shock that I’ve never given head?” she asked and I stammered at her outburst. “Guess what else, Jeremy?” she went on. “I’m a virgin! Yeah, asshole, a virgin! V-I-R-G-I-N! Is this really what you want my first time to be like?” she asked finally and I think she started crying. I don’t really know cause I was too busy getting the handcuffs off of her to look at her face.
When she was free, instead of running away, I sat on the bed with her and held her close to me. “I’m sorry, Mel.” I said, feeling like a real douche bag. “I didn’t know, I swear. I was only playing around, and I wouldn’t have done anything you didn’t want too.” I tried to convince her and calm her down.
Melissa looked up at me and smiled a little. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” she muttered and I felt a little better. We sat there for awhile in silence before I noticed she was looking at my cock and noticing that it was still hard. “You know… I do want to do it.” she blurted out. I eased back to look Melissa in the eyes, with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, with you.” she chimed. “I mean, we’ve known each other a long time, and you’ve always been really sweet to me. Well, with the exception of handcuffing me and kidnapping me at a concert.” she joked. Her hand landed on my dick as she talked, and I felt it make a small fist around the base. “I just didn’t want to be the rebound girl after your breakup. I mean especially with me being a virgin, I’d probably be so bad you’d wanna go back to that bitch.” she told me and laughed.
“What makes you think you were the rebound girl?” I chuckled back. Then it was a slow lean in and our lips met, pressed against each other, parted, twisted, separated, and rejoined. Her grip on my shaft tightened considerably and her breathing got heavier as I slid my tongue past her teeth and met hers, and Melissa followed it back into my mouth and felt her taste the roof of my mouth before we pulled apart with her bottom lip caught between mine. She blushed and tried to turn away, but I held her by the chin and went in for another kiss, this time sucking on her tongue when I coaxed it out from her mouth. She moaned and started stroking my cock just before we parted again, this time with my lip caught between her teeth. Melissa blushed even brighter and nearly took her hand away before I asked. “Don’t tell me that was your first kiss too?”
She smiled and shook her head, “No, just the first good one.” she admitted and came back for more. Melissa assaulted my mouth, shoving her tongue into my mouth and sucking mine out as she stroked my dick harder and faster. I unzipped her sweater and went for her tits, popping her bra up and groping for firm breast flesh while she moaned into my mouth. She broke her death grip on my penis and threw her top and bra on the floor, and I started trying to get her skirt off before she was kissing me again. She started laughing when I got frustrated and tried to yank it off her hips. “Having trouble?” she giggled and stood up from the bed.
“There’s no zipper or buttons or anything!” I complained. “Why do women’s clothes confuse me so much?” I joked. She just laughed more and showed me the butterfly buttons on the very front of it, plain as the sun during the day. “Of course they’re there now.” I joked and made quick work of the brass buttons and pulled her skirt off over her boots. She kicked it at me and backed away to make a big show of putting her legs up in a chair and unzipping her boots, one at a time, very slowly, just so I could get a good look at her in her black panties that were getting sucked up into her wet little slit. As the second boot feel away, she laughed at me intensely watching her. “You like what you see?” she said and walked to me slowly, one arm covering her breasts, the other trying to hide the long jagged scar on her left thigh.
I pulled her closer to me and pushed her hands away from what she hid from me, first taking in her beautiful perky tits topped with hard little brown nipples, then moving down to the scar and traced my fingers over it. She shuddered and tried to pull away. “Don’t.” I told her and ran my hand over it again. It felt like a strip of snakeskin grafted onto her. “I like everything I see.” I went on and ran my other hand up the inside of her leg and across her panty-covered crotch. “And everything I don’t.” I grinned as she shook visibly when I brushed up against her pussy. I picked her tiny body up by her hips and laid her back on the bed. Crouching on the floor between her ankles and staring once more at her near-nude body, I decided to remove the last of her clothes and hooked my fingers through her waist band. Melissa moaned and lifted her hips so I could pull them off, revealing her bald mound to me. “So much for knowing you’re natural hair color.” I joked and tossed her panties into the finally full pile of discarded clothes.
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“Dirty Blonde.” she moaned as I started to gently rub all her newly exposed flesh. I grinned at her and inched my up onto the bed again, staying low and close to her legs until my mouth was even with her glistening sex. I dipped close and planted a few quick kisses on the creases of Melissa’s legs, moving closer to her center encouraged by her coos and moans as I neared her slit.
Then I stopped and simply looked at her pussy, blowing on it lightly as I breathed “Goddammit Jeremy, Stop teasing me!” she squealed and slammed her fists into the mattress. I laughed and did nothing but rub the tops of her legs slowly with my palms. “Please…” she mewled and I dove at her, dragging my tongue from just below her hole, through her slit and across her clit in one quick motion. “Oh.. God…” She groaned and I went back for more.
Driving my tongue into her pussy until I could feel her hymen pressing back at it and heard her moan for more. I slurped and drank on the sweet slickness that seeped from her until I felt her hands in my hair and moved up to assault her hard little clit that was poking out from under it’s hood. Melissa screamed when I wrapped my lips around that nub and sucked on it like a baby on the bottle. Her fingers were knots in my hair, pressing me into her crotch as I flicked the tip of her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Aah! OOooh! God Jeremy, don’t stop!” She started calling out to me when I opened my mouth and covered her entire cunt with it. I sucked on her lips and lapped at her button with my tongue and I felt her pussy start to quiver and shake when she started screaming again. “Aaaaaaiieeee!!” I’m Cumming! Ooohh, I’m Cumming! Oh Fucking Christ! I’m Cumming!"
She bucked her hips at my face until I was afraid she was going to break my jaw and I had to back away. Still howling out her orgasm, Melissa drug me up by my hair to her face and kissed me, sucking on my tongue, moaning, and grinding her now dripping wet cunt on my stomach brushing her ass on my dick each time she sank back to the bed. I kissed her back, held her close to me, and smiled at her as she started to come down. She was sweating, panting, and positively glowing in the aftermath of was obviously the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. “Enjoy yourself?” I asked, grinning ear to ear as she attempted to catch her breath and answer me. Before she could though, I felt something cold and scaly along the back of my leg. “Jesus Christ!” I shouted and leapt off the bed, nearly taking Melissa with me.
She, of course, was laughing at me. “It’s just Godiva, you wuss.” she mocked and picked up the python from her disheveled bedclothes. I’d forgotten about the pet snake in the heat of the moment. “Poor baby, she got out of her tank and got cold.” Melissa cooed and held the four foot reptile to her naked and pert tits. “She was just trying to cuddle, Jeremy.” she told me, then pointed to the aquarium in the corner next to the bathroom door. “Put her back for me okay?” she said and held Godiva out to me.
I reached for her pet snake and it struck at me. I had pet boa constrictors growing up, and I knew that non-venomous snakes only struck to scare off predators if they weren’t trying to feed, but that didn’t stop me from jumping like a scared little girl when I saw the open mouth coming at my arm. “Damn snake.” I cursed and Melissa just laughed at me. I pulled Godiva from her then, just to shut her up, and quickly dumped her back into her tank with her heat rocks and yellow warming lights. By the time I turned back around, Melissa was on her back, watching me with one hand holding up her head, and the other lazily rubbing her pussy.
“Come here.” she said and crooked her juice-covered finger at me. “I think I’m ready for you.” I wasted no time getting back in the bed with her, laying between her legs, and kissing her big sexy lips passionately. She pushed me away a little and reached down to grab my dick and pull it towards her. “Go slow, ok?” she whispered and I nodded. When the head of my dick touched her hot lips, she let me go and wrapped her hands around my wrists. Melissa stared up at me a I started pushing the tip into her. When I hit her maidenhead she gasped and we both held our breath until I pushed through, tearing through her virginity and into her body.
She clenched her eyes shut and I counted three tears roll from the corners of her eyes as I inched deeper and deeper in Melissa’s virgin vagina. I went slow so I wouldn’t hurt her, but I couldn’t have gone much faster with her being so tight. I think she started breathing as my hips came to rest on top of hers. “Is that it?” she moaned. My dick twitched inside her and she groaned. “Oh god. It feels a lot bigger than it looks.”
I laughed, making my cock jump more, and causing Melissa to moan louder. “I could get more in, ya know?” I informed her and started to ease out to reposition myself. She hissed and dug her nails into my shoulders as the head of my dick stretched her pussy walls again. She apologized as she removed her claws from my flesh. “It’s ok, Mel.” I said and leaned down to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, I felt her legs open further and try to lock behind me, and we sucked on one another’s lips as I pulled my cock back to her entrance before re-entering her flaming hot tunnel.
“Oh… that feels good…” Melissa moaned as my cock slid up against the back of her pussy and caused her to have a miniature orgasm. Her hands rubbed the back of my neck and she pushed her hips up at me. “Keep going, baby. I can take it now.” she told me, glassy-eyed and smiling. I pulled out of her again, this time with her moaning instead of hissing and trying to claw me open, and filled her cunt with dick again, plunging in and forcing her wetness to squelch out around the base of my shaft. Following Melissa’s instructions of “Fuck me, Jeremy, faster.” each time I entered her tight little mixed-race pussy I thrust harder and faster, and was rewarded with the sound of our skin slapping together and moans escaping her mouth. Her legs tightened around my waist, her pussy pulled and grasped at my dick, and her nails bit into my flesh again as the only thing Melissa could muster to say became “I’m cumming. I’m Cumming. I’m Cumming!”
It wasn’t long before words left her and she was reduced to groans, whimpers, and cries as her body rocked under mine. She was thrusting her pussy up at me harder than I was pumping my cock into it. With Melissa screaming in my ear, and her cunt squeezing my tool, it wasn’t long before I my own orgasm approaching. “Oh Fuck, Mel!” I growled and before I could think about it, our hips met in mid-thrust, and my semen erupted into her body. We kept fucking while my cock kept spurting cum inside her pussy. Eventually, we both lost to pure exhaustion and had to stop. I felt my cum being pushed out by her still spasming pussy and realized what I might’ve done. “I’m so sorry, baby.” I started. “I didn’t even think -”
“It’s ok!” she cut me off. “I wanted you to, it was incredible.” Melissa kissed me and asked me to get off of her. I did and she carefully got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, trying her best and failing not to leave a trail of cum behind her. I heard a flush and she came out and smiled at me and blushed. “You might wanna clean up too, there was more than a little blood.” I glanced down at my semi-soft cock and saw she was right. When I tried to apologize, she stopped me. “It’s fine, really. I might’ve been a virgin, but I’m not stupid.” she told me. “It’s normal the first time, I know that.”
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I got out of her bed and went into the bathroom, stopping to kiss her again as I passed her, and reached for a washcloth laying on the side of the sink. I tried to clean myself and ended up getting more water on the floor than blood off my dick. Melissa saw me and nearly laughed, then drug me into her shower and got on her knees with the cloth and started cleaning my shaft and my balls. “Well, that’s nice of you.” I moaned as she swabbed my nut-sack clean.
She smirked up at me. “I just didn’t want you ruining my new floor-mats.” she told me and wrung out the cloth and turned on the bathtub spigot to get more warm water on it then went back to wiping down my dick. Needless to say with that kind of treatment, I was standing at full attention again before long. “Oh my God, Jeremy, are you really that insatiable?” she said and dropped her hands to her knees.
I smiled down at her. “What can I say? It’s been a little while since I got any.” I joked and wagged my cock in front of her.
“Got any?” Melissa muttered and grabbed it by the base and gave me a dirty look. “It’s been nineteen years for me, ass.” she spat. “And thanks for referring to taking my virginity as getting some.” she got off her knees and started back into her bedroom. “You are such an asshole. I can’t believe I let you do that to me.” I heard her say under her breath as she walked away.
I rushed out after her, trying to apologize, and of course slipped in the puddle of water on the floor and fell hard. The last thing I remember is thinking how soft her new floor-mats were and how I hoped I didn’t bleed on them.
I woke up in her bed with an icepack on the back of my head. “Thank God you’re ok, I was about to call an ambulance.” Melissa told me. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a black and pink bathrobe. “Alyssia, my neighbor, helped me drag you up in the bed. She’s a med-school student, and says your fine.” She explained, then told me I cracked my head on her toilet and broke the seat, but not to worry, cause I didn’t bleed on her new mats. She handed me a glass of water and two aspirin. “It should help the swelling at least.” she told me, then looked down to see the tent I was pitching in her sheets. “Well at least the swelling on the back of your head.” she laughed and pulled back he covers. She eyed my dick while I downed the pills and then took the glass from me before asking. “So… are you feeling… um… ok?”
I shrugged, and winced cause it made my head hurt. “I guess so. I mean I probably shouldn’t drive tonight, I might have blurred vision or something.” I told her, trying my damnedest to sound convincing and not like someone that wanted to spend the rest of the night inside her. “Why? You think I’m an asshole anyway.” I muttered.
Melissa frowned. “Well, I thought about that, and you’re not an asshole.” she said and smiled. “Sorry, I overreacted. I know you care about me.” she looked up at my eyes, then back at my cock, which was almost back to it’s pre-knocked out shape. “Besides,” Melissa started. “there is something you’ve wanted since you found out I was legal and single.” she finished as she bent and took the head of my cock in her mouth.
I closed my eyes and laid back down, careful to keep the ice on my head. I could feel Melissa’s pouty lips spread out and envelop my dick, running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft as she pushed my dick closer and closer to her throat. I felt the tip of my dick touch the back of her mouth, and I heard her gag. I pulled her mouth up until I could hear her breathing again. “You don’t have to do that Melissa.” told her and looked down to see her smile at me, then open her mouth wide and inhale my cock again, this time stopping and sucking before I hit her uvula. She started bobbing on my shaft, tickling the head with her tongue each time she backed away from me, and rubbing the bottom of the shaft with it as she went down.
Her robe had fallen open due to her teasing her own nipples and clit, so when she pulled her sexy lips off my dick with a pop and wiped a string of drool off her chin, Melissa was exposed to my greedy eyes again. “I want you inside me again.” She panted and I started to sit up so I could mount her again, but she pushed me back down. “No, this time I’ll fuck you.” she told me and swung her leg over me and grabbed my dick by it’s spit-soaked base and aimed it up at her leaking honey pot. She split herself and lowered slowly, letting go my shaft and leaning forward to hold herself up by her arms. I held her hips and guided her down until her ass was resting on top of my balls. “It feels bigger this way.” she wheezed and smiled, leaning back and holding her hands over her stomach. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and moaned “I think I just came again.” then started laughing, making her body twitch and jump on the inside.
I just smiled at her, nearly forgetting about my head, and said. “Well, take your time, Mel. I already came once, so it’ll be awhile before I’m ready again.” she just smiled and started riding my gently, slowly, carefully. She rose up from sitting on me until just the head was stuck between her labia then eased back down, filling herself with dick over and over again. She started moaning and going faster, slapping herself down on be, stuffing my shaft into her narrow pussy rapidly, then jerking it away repeating. She froze halfway down once, head thrown back, scream caught in her throat and hands barely touching me. Then as soon as she recovered, she was grinding her cunt on me, working my dick back and forth inside her, pulling on my shoulders and scratching my chest.
This time there were no words, I just knew she was cumming by the way her pussy pulled at me, and the gorgeous look on her face when I knew she was having an orgasm. She fell over on top of me and started kissing my chest. “Are you gonna cum in me again?” Mel asked, and I was slightly shocked. She eased her pussy up and came up to my face to kiss me, and I started pushing up into her. “Oh yeah, right there.” she said and started chewing on her bottom lip.
She kept her place, on her knees above me, arms braced on my shoulders, while I roughly thrust toward the ceiling and into her greased and loosened pussy. She started rocking in time with me and gasping each time the head of my dick hit her back-wall. She started to scream as her pussy clenched my dick and I told her “Here it is, Mel!” as I felt the head of my cock swell up and the shaft get even stiffer.
“Oooo! Fuckin cum inside me!” she howled and I did, pumping shot after shot of white goo against her cervix as she continued to ride and milk my cock for every drop. When I was done, I had to stop, I had no choice, my body refused to let me keep fucking. After another minute or so of grinding on my dick, Melissa’s apparently gave out as well and she collapsed on top of me. I wrapped on arm around her small frame and started to roll her off of me. “No, don’t” she told me. “I wanna sleep with you in me.” She made herself comfortable on my chest with my dick still impaled in her pussy and started to go to sleep. “You’ll give me a ride to the planned parenthood place in the morning, right?” she asked me right before I heard her start to snore. Of course I did, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t?
What a wonderful first date.
The End