A Very Friendly Game
Sandra reclined on the lounge chair as the sun danced over her bronze body. Her long, slender legs were bare. Her fiery-orange-colored bikini might have looked awkward on other young women, but the color complimented her deeply tanned skin. Her long, blonde hair was secured in a ponytail. Sunglasses shielded her hazel eyes. Her tight bikini top thrust her breasts together creating ample cleavage.
“Joe, when are your parents coming back from vacation?” Jeremy asked.
Joe’s gaze shifted from tracing Sandra’s form to Jeremy’s smiling face.
“Next Tuesday,” Joe replied smugly.
“Well, it was cool of them to let us crash here with you. After taking calculus last semester, I needed a little vacation, and I sure as hell can’t afford one,” Jeremy said. “I love your pool,” he continued while gesturing to the pool sitting just beyond the deck where they sat.
Kelly thrust her head out of the water after her dive into the pool. Her saturated brown hair draped her shoulders. She put her face into the water and swam across the pool. Her graceful strokes led her to the side of the pool in a matter of seconds.
“I’m bored,” Sandra complained, impatiently rolling her legs and tapping her feet together.
“What do you want to do?” Jeremy asked.
“Hmm… I know. Let’s play Truth or Dare,” Joe said with a devilish grin.
“Oh, I don’t know. Isn’t that for babies?” Sandra whined.
“Trust me. It is definitely not for babies,” Joe assured her. “Go get Kelly,” Joe ordered Jeremy.
Jeremy hopped down the steps of the deck and called Kelly over to him. Joe went into the house for a few minutes and returned with chilled vodka, cranberry juice, and four glasses filled with ice. He played bartender and served everyone a drink, adding an extra shot of vodka to Sandra’s glass.
The four of them were seated around the umbrella-covered table. Jeremy’s blue eyes were taking in Kelly’s feminine shape. Still wet, her dark green one-piece bathing suit clung to her curves. When she leaned across the table to get her drink, he thought her breasts would fall out the top of her bathing suit, but alas, he was not that lucky.
“Okay, let Jeremy start,” Joe suggested.
Immediately, Joe asked, “Kelly, Truth or Dare?”
“Um, Dare!” Kelly said.
“Okay, let me think of a good one…” Jeremy stalled. He didn’t want to seem too obvious by just having her perform a sexual act on him. “Oh, I know. French kiss everyone.”
Kelly, Sandra, and Joe laughed.
“Oh, so we are getting sexual right away? Why don’t we all just get naked right now?” Kelly giggled.
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Joe said in a serious tone.
“Oh, come on, Joe! That’s crazy! I was just kidding!” Kelly protested.
“I’m game,” Sandra said as she undid the strings to her bikini top and removed it. She stood up and slid her bikini bottom off, exposing her neatly trimmed muff.
“Go ahead. We’re all friends here,” Joe said as he removed his swimming trunks.
“Oh, well, I guess it’s okay,” Kelly said as she reluctantly removed her swimming suit. A shimmering belly button ring adorned her flat stomach.
Jeremy tried very hard not to become aroused as he watched Kelly undress. He quickly undressed and scooted his chair closer to the table. He didn’t want anyone to make fun of him getting aroused at the sight of Kelly’s naked body.
“Kelly, I believe you have a dare to complete,” Joe reminded her.
Kelly stood from her seat and walked over to Joe. He leaned back with his face towards her. She gave him a quick French kiss with her tongue quickly darting in and out of his mouth. She pulled back and moved onto Jeremy. She leaned in and kissed him deeply while massaging his tongue with hers. She straightened back up and walked to Sandra.
“Her, too?” Kelly asked timidly.
“Well, of course! You wouldn’t want her to feel left out!” Joe chided.
Kelly and Sandra giggled as Kelly bent over to kiss her. Their breasts touched as Kelly quickly kissed Sandra. Kelly covered her breasts with her hands as she pulled away from Sandra and returned to her seat. Once in her seat, Kelly relaxed a little bit and uncovered her breasts.
“Okay, Kelly. Well done. Although I would have liked to watch you kiss Sandra for a little while longer,” Joe said.
Kelly smirked at Joe. “Okay, Joe. Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” Joe replied.
“Okay, touch Jeremy’s cock,” Kelly said.
Kelly and Sandra laughed.
“Oh, come on! That’s too much!” Joe protested.
“Be thankful I didn’t say ‘with your tongue,’” she replied.
“Fine,” Joe said as he slammed his chair backwards and stood up.
“Hey, wait! Don’t I have a say in this?” Jeremy asked.
“Trust me. I’ll do it so fast you’ll barely feel it,” Joe stated.
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Jeremy sighed and pushed back his chair, yielding access to his cock. Joe quickly touched the shaft of Jeremy’s cock before retreating to his seat. Kelly and Sandra burst out laughing. Joe playfully glared at Kelly.
“You wait!” he warned her. “But for now, I think it’s Sandra’s turn.”
“Dare!” Sandra answered before Joe had a chance to ask.
“Cool! You know one thing I have wanted? I want to feel your lips around my cock. Give me head for at least five minutes,” he dared her.
“No problem,” Sandra said as she rose from her chair.
She took the beach towel off her lounge chair and put it on the planked floor of the deck in front of Joe. She dropped to her knees on the towel. Joe was afraid that the sight of her tight body in front of him would be more than he could handle. She held his cock erect with one hand. With her tongue, she rubbed the ridge around the head of his cock. His cock jerked as she sucked him in. She pulled up and sucked him in again. Pulling upwards, she flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. She continued this pattern of sucking and teasing the head of his cock with her tongue while she cradled his balls with one hand and gently massaged them.
“Oh, my God!” he exclaimed as she worked her magic.
She sucked on him faster until he shivered and pulsated while moaning in ecstasy. She continued sucking him until she swallowed all of his seed. She smiled and returned to her chair. She took a sip of her drink and leaned back in her chair as if an imaginary crown had been bestowed upon her.
Kelly and Jeremy seemed to look at her in awe. Joe recovered and turned his seat back to face the others.
“Jeremy, Truth or Dare?” Sandra asked with a grin.
“Um, I’m a little scared of you now, so I better take truth,” Jeremy joked.
“Okay. What is the wildest sexual experience you ever had?” Sandra asked.
“Ha! None! He’s a virgin!” Joe laughed.
“Shut up!” Jeremy replied. His pale complexion reddened.
“Is that true?” Kelly asked.
“Fine. Yes, it’s true,” Jeremy admitted.
“Oh, well, we will definitely have to do something about that!” Sandra said while looking at Kelly.
“Well, I guess it’s your turn,” Kelly said to Jeremy.
“Okay, Sandra. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Sandra answered.
“You’ve shown your skills on Joe. Now, I want to see you give Kelly an orgasm,” Jeremy dared.
“Are you serious?” Sandra asked.
“Yes, of course. Kelly, why don’t you lie down on the lounge chair?” Jeremy suggested.
Kelly and Sandra just looked at each other.
“You wanna?” Sandra asked Kelly.
“I don’t think we have much choice,” Kelly said as she shrugged and stood up.
Kelly walked to the lounge chair and tried to get comfortable in a reclined position. Kelly spread her legs wide, putting her feet on the deck floor on each side of the lounger. Sandra sat on the edge of the lounge chair between Kelly’s thighs.
Sandra ran her manicured nails up Kelly’s athletic stomach. Cupping Kelly’s breasts, Sandra massaged Kelly’s nipples between her thumb and index fingers. As Sandra bent forward and sucked on one of Kelly’s nipples, Kelly let out a soft moan. Sandra teased both of Kelly’s nipples with her teeth and tongue. Panting, Kelly put up her hand as if signaling for Sandra to stop.
“I never did this before,” Kelly murmured.
“Relax. It’s okay,” Sandra whispered to her as she took a finger of Kelly’s gesturing hand into her mouth.
Sucking on Kelly’s finger, Sandra glided her other hand down Kelly’s stomach. She slipped a finger into Kelly’s moist slit. Kelly threw her head back and gasped as Sandra’s fingertip landed on her clit.
“Oh, man!” Jeremy said as he subconsciously began stroking his cock.
“Shh!” Joe ordered.
Joe was standing, intensely focused on the action between Sandra and Kelly. Jeremy stopped stoking himself and shifted uneasily in his chair. He left his hand on his cock, merely teasing it with trace movements of his fingers. Sucking and nibbling, Sandra buried her face in Kelly’s cleavage. Sandra returned to sucking Kelly’s nipples as she rubbed her clit. Kelly moaned deeply.
“Not yet,” Sandra said as she lowered herself between Kelly’s legs.
Sandra separated Kelly’s sweet, pussy lips with her tongue. She flicked her tongue over Kelly’s clit. Kelly massaged her own breasts as Sandra’s tongue melted her. Sandra traced Kelly’s entire pussy with her tongue. She slipped a finger into Kelly’s wetness as she massaged and flicked her clit with her tongue. Kelly arched her back and moaned loudly. Turning towards the boys, Sandra removed her finger and licked Kelly’s juice from it.
“Ahh. Oh, man!” Jeremy said.
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Then, Sandra slammed two fingers deep into Kelly. Kelly’s arched her back further and let out a cry. Sandra’s hand jabbed Kelly’s pussy repeatedly. Sandra slowed her trusts and licked Kelly’s clit. As Sandra thrust her fingers into her, Kelly whimpered and trembled. Her thighs tightened against Sandra’s head.
“Sorry,” Kelly whispered as she regained composure and released the leg lock on Sandra’s head.
“That’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment,” Sandra giggled.
The boys clapped for Sandra as she took her seat. They all laughed, as Sandra took a bow before sitting. Kelly was a little shaky when she stood up. She meekly retreated to her spot at the table.
“I’m not a lesbian, you know,” Kelly defended herself.
“Well, no shit, Sherlock! Sandra went down on you and you didn’t even touch her. If I receive oral and don’t do anything in return, I get called selfish!” Joe chastised.
“Hey! That’s not fair! This was only a dare. It’s not like they’re lovers,” Jeremy retorted.
Sandra and Kelly seemed stunned at Jeremy’s bold response. Sandra looked at Kelly with knowing eyes and a raised eyebrow. They both knew that Jeremy had feelings for Kelly. What they didn’t expect was for him to defend her against Joe.
Testing Jeremy, Sandra replied, “Yeah, but we all know Kelly is in fact a selfish lover. Well, except for you, Jeremy.”
Joe and Kelly laughed heartily. Jeremy shot her a resentful look.
“Oh, lighten up. I’m just kidding,” Sandra said. “Besides, you’ll be thanking me in a minute,” Sandra continued. “Truth or Dare, Kelly?” Sandra asked, not taking her eyes off Jeremy.
“Dare,” she replied with a grin.
“Okay, this is something I wanted to try myself, but I’ll let you be the guinea pig. Give Jeremy head…underwater.”
“Cool!” Jeremy exclaimed.
“What? I don’t think that’s even possible!” Kelly protested.
“Sure it is! In the forum of a website called Literotica, some authors even said they’ve done it. I’ve even seen videos of it on the Internet,” Sandra informed her.
“But what if I can’t?” Kelly asked.
“Just try it and I’ll be satisfied,” Sandra said.
Kelly and Jeremy walked over to the side of the pool. Joe and Sandra followed to get a better view. Kelly and Jeremy slid into the shallow end of the pool. Kelly put her arms around Jeremy’s neck. Her breasts were pressed against his chest.
“First, I want a kiss. After all, it might be my last,” Kelly laughed.
Happy to oblige, Jeremy leaned down slightly to meet Kelly’s lips. He hungrily pressed against her plump, pouty lips. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and caressed hers with it. He pulled her naked body closer to him. His hard cock pushed against her stomach. Reluctantly, she ended the embrace and lowered herself so that only her head was above water.
“How am I supposed to do this?” Kelly called up to Sandra.
Sandra laughed. “I don’t know. You’re the swimmer. You figure it out.”
“Whatever you do, don’t grab my head. In fact, lean back a little against the wall and keep your hands on the edge,” Kelly instructed Jeremy.
Jeremy adjusted his position to follow Kelly’s instructions. Kelly filled her lungs with air and submerged into the water. She met the head of his cock with her lips. She pushed her lips over his cock, trying to keep a seal between his cock and her mouth in order to avoid letting a lot of water into her mouth. Jeremy gripped the edge of the pool. Kelly managed to suck on his shaft a few times before she sucked in some water. Coughing, she was forced to resurface.
“That’s hard!” Kelly said between coughs.
“Yeah, I bet it is,” Joe said laughing at her unintentional pun.
“Is that enough? I tried. I can’t really do it,” Kelly said while looking at Sandra.
“Oh, I guess. But I am disappointed with you. I thought you would at least last a minute!” Sandra said.
“Oh, yeah? Then, you try it!” Kelly dared her.
“Fine!” Sandra playfully retorted.
“That’s fine by me!” Jeremy eagerly offered.
Sandra sat on the edge of the pool. With his arms around her waist, Jeremy helped her into the pool. Jeremy took the same position he had assumed for Kelly’s attempt. Sandra wasted no time in taking a deep breath and plunging into the water in front of Jeremy.
Sandra held onto Jeremy’s waist to anchor herself. Covering his cock with her mouth, she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. Instead of sucking, she used pressure from her lips to simulate sucking the best she could. After about forty seconds, she was forced to stop in order to get air. She spit out water, took a deep breath, and returned to his cock. This time, she pushed her lips against the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth. She caught a little water in her mouth which caused her to cough. She forcefully gave him one quick, hard suck releasing his cock and standing up.
“That is hard to do!” Sandra admitted.
“When’s my turn?” Joe asked.
“Well, I’ll have to practice that again sometime soon. Are you volunteering?” Sandra asked him.
“Oh, yeah!” Joe responded.
Before getting out of the pool, Sandra kissed Jeremy on the cheek. “You have a nice cock. Now, use it,” she said softly to him while subtly gesturing to Kelly.
“Whose turn is it?” Joe asked.
“I think I’ve had enough for now,” Sandra answered.
“Yeah, me too,” Kelly said as she swam closer to Jeremy.
“Maybe we can play more later,” Jeremy said.
Joe and Sandra returned to the deck and made themselves fresh drinks. Sandra turned her chair to face the pool.
“Watch,” she said to Joe while pointing to Jeremy and Kelly.
Sandra put her feet on the railing of the deck. With her legs parted, she began teasing her clit gently as she watched them. Joe’s gaze darted from Jeremy and Kelly to Sandra.
Kelly wrapped her arms around Jeremy’s neck and pulled herself up to kiss him. Jeremy held her waist and helped lift her to him. As she wrapped her legs around Jeremy’s waist, his cock brushed against her thighs. She maneuvered her hips until his cock was pressed against her eager pussy.
Jeremy reached down and steadied his cock in anticipation. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock. Jeremy pulled her tightly to him.
“Uhh,” he grunted as he felt Kelly’s warm pussy around his cock.
Kelly bounced up and down on his cock. With her strong thighs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him deeper into her. Moaning, she threw her head back. Jeremy thrust himself into her tight pussy. He kissed her neck and chest. She was so special to him. He wanted to devour her.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered into her ear.
Sandra continued to watch them and pleasure herself. The water splashed and churned around them. Using her free hand, she sipped her drink. She held her cold glass against her nipples. They hardened and protruded. Joe saw her hard nipples and wanted desperately to feel them in his mouth, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. “Maybe next game,” he thought.
Sandra began to rub her clit faster. She panted and cried out as she watched Kelly and Jeremy. She whined and moaned loudly. Joe saw her toes curl. Rubbing her clit enthusiastically, she soon shook with pulses of pleasure.
Kelly pushed down onto his hard cock as Jeremy feverishly bounced and thrust into her. She looked into his eyes. Her mouth was slightly parted and her eyes appeared distant to Jeremy. She was moaning softly. He decided that was his favorite sound in the world. He felt her tighten around his cock. Her soft moan turned into a wail of delight as she shook and clenched her thighs around him. He changed his mind about her moaning, deciding that this new sound was definitely his favorite. He shoved himself into her as he gripped her close. He grunted as he came. He continued holding her as they kissed lovingly for several minutes.
“Damn, we have to play that game again!” Joe said as he shook his head in disbelief.
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Idle Fantasy
“Oh my god…”
You can barely hear my whisper from the doorframe. You watch me, sitting on the edge of the bed. My eyes look you over; from your hot black boots coming up half-way to your knees, to your white fishnets, to your maddeningly-short red-and-white skirt somehow still able to hide everything, to your novelty-only top emphasizing your petite midriff and exposing your sexy red bra, to my favorite part: your devilish smile. Our eyes meet, and you know I’m at your mercy. My knees are weak and my breath starts racing. You brush your chocolate brown hair from underneath the stethoscope hanging around your neck, and shift the clipboard to the other hand.
“Well?”
Your voice brings me out of my gaze. I pause a moment, open my mouth, close, and start again after gathering my thoughts. “So tell me,” I say in a teasing voice while standing up, “how exactly do you manage to get sexier every other week?” You saunter over, your evil grin even wider, with a glint of wickedness in your eyes. I love every minute of it and you know it. Standing close to me, your eyes glance at my crotch, already I’m rock hard, thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you and of course of the things you’re going to do to me. You reach for my member, our eyes still locked. Your beautiful, deep, brown eyes, perhaps not as beautiful now as they are sexy, gaze up at me from your shorter stature.
“Well, you know,” you say mirroring the tease in my voice while your hand gently touches my straining cock, “I do have a lot of … motivation.” At the last word you suddenly squeeze your whole hand around me. I love it, and you know, but I still moan to let you know. The next second I find myself being pushed, almost thrown, onto the bed. You turn on your heel, unclip your glasses from the clipboard, and put them on.
“Now, as I understand it, you are here for an appointment.” I smirk and enjoy your performance as you pace. “Apparently, you’ve been under a lot of stress from your college life and work. Your diet and exercise seem about average. However, you’ve reported a very unusual sleep schedule, sometimes 12 hours of sleep, sometimes 4, sometimes never! Don’t you know that you’ve got to get a full 8 hours of rest every night?” You turn and look at me for an answer.
“Well, I could do that, but I’ve got a lot of work, you know. And on top of that, there are these images of a pretty young lady dancing in my head that just won’t let me be.” I grin and wait for a retort, both to the cheesy excuse and to the out-of-fantasy comment about the object of my desires at that moment.
“Dancing, huh? What kind of dancing?” With my eyes, I lead yours to focus on the tent in my pants.
“What kind do you think?” I challenge. You walk over and I grin. Setting the clipboard down, you grab my hand and, from the bed, throw me into a chair.
“I have a few theories.” You turn around, bend over, and shake your ass in front of me slightly. You have such an amazing ass. The tight miniskirt hugs it exposing the curves of your cheeks. You turn your head, “How’s this?”
“It’s a nice view.” Not the excitement you’re looking for, but that’s precisely the point. In response, you grab the arms of the chair and pull your ass down onto my crotch and rub it around in all sorts of directions. I groan, I’m aching, but I’m glued to the chair at your mercy.
“How about this? Oh, I don’t have to ask” You put the stethoscope up to your ears; the other end you snake up my shirt and the cold steel makes contact with my nipple. I groan and arch off the chair.
“Well, this is working quite well. We’re on track to relieving your stress, but I think your heart rate is low for this sort of stimulation. What are your thoughts on that? Anything else you’d like to tell me?” I moan at the tone of your voice, such a tease!
“Well, I think you were moaning as well…” You grin. You know I love it when you moan. You turn around and grind me again, but then begin bouncing up and down on my cock. The skirt’s short, but not short enough to let me peek at what you’ve got on underneath, and it’s teasing me like hell. I love the look of your bare white ass framed by a thong – skimpy, stringy, lacy, transparent, whatever. The sound of your unseen bare ass ass slapping against me is really turning me on, and the feeling is so great. I grunt every time we meet; you moan a few times for effect, but I won’t let that slide. “Not those kind of moans. Real moans.”
You stop, turn around, grab me by the wrists and pull me up close so my cock is now straining against you. “Well, sir, I am the doctor here. But you are the patient, so tell me, what would make a girl like me moan like the ‘girl of your dreams,’ so to speak?” You sound breathy and sexy; your hands begin to feel up my chest and wrap around my back. “After all, I’m in charge of… taking care of you,” you add, practically purring.
I put my hands on your bare waist. “Mmm, that you are, and you’ve been doing a great job of it. However, as you’ve noticed, I have a lot of stress that needs to be released.” I emphasize this by thrusting into you. You let out a half-gasp, half-moan. Cute.
“Yes, it seems that you’ve been carrying around quite a load.” I can hear the smirk in your breathy voice. One of your hands begins massaging my cock roughly through the thick cargo pants I’m wearing. I moan in approval and grind against it. “Tell me, what can I do to help? What do you need, baby?” Your voice decrescendos into little more than a moan backed by gentle exhalation. The words are drenched in hot lust. “What do you want me to do… to you…” Absolutely sexy, so calculated. Attack my weaknesses. You want to break me down and I give in easily. How can I not?
“Augh, I need you,” I moan, frustrated. I bend my neck down so I’m talking into your ear. You feel my hot breath against your ear and neck. Every ounce of me is desperate; I beg, “Please, baby, I want to be inside of you.” I rhythmically thrust against your hand, now wrapped around me. You grin with victory and once again push me onto the bed. This time you join me by my side on your knees, looking down at me.
“Take off your shirt.” I comply, gladly, and toss it to the floor. You lick my skin from my chest and my neck. Your tongue plays here, flicking all the spots that I love. You bite at my jugular, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure. Your tongue flicks at my ear and you tug with your teeth. I feel your nails digging into my chest. Your fingers then begin flicking and playing with my nipples. One of your arms wraps under my neck; I let out moans and sighs from pleasure and warmth. Our lips meet and we kiss eagerly. Tongues dance around each other and a few times you open my mouth wide and thrust your tongue as deep as possible. I reply by biting your tongue and nibbling your lips. We’re both moaning at this point now, enjoying the feel of each other’s warm lips, tongues, and mouths, as well as the roaming hands.
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My hands wander around your back, feeling all the smooth skin there. As I move to your ass, which I love to play with, you pull away. “Not yet, baby,” you say, between minute separation, eyes still closed. I can only silently curse you before counterattacking, aggressively making out with you and digging my nails into your flesh. I grab one of your thighs and move it to the other side of my hips, forcing you to straddle me. I thrust against your still-hidden panties, but you have better ideas. You sit up and force my hips down, but from there you grind against me. You look absolutely sexy, with your hair now tousled and your top askew, allowing me a better view of that bra. Your sexy lips hang slightly agape, panting for breath, and you lick them into the devilish grin when you notice me staring at them.
You slow your pace and bend down to lick my nipples. I grind desperately against your crotch still. My breathing is ragged with pleasure. I beg you to bite them and suck on them and you oblige; the feelings are wonderful. My hands are again at your waist and I squeeze you as you bite. I want to do something, anything, to you but you won’t allow it. I am the patient, after all. Not much patience to the name.
You move off me, and bend down again to kiss me, silencing protests. My cock is straining. With our tongues still battling, I feel my pants unzip and a hand searching for my cock behind my boxers. It’s rock hard, you wrap your hand around it and begin slowly jerking me off. I moan loudly down your throat. After a few more strokes in my crowded pants, you abandon it to play with my balls. You love the way my balls feel, cool and velvety. I can’t wait to feel your tongue on them. Returning to my cock, you release it from my pants. You break our kiss but we lock eye contact. You have that look of determination in your eyes which means that I don’t stand a chance. I’ve known that since the day we first kissed, but you like to remind me from time to time. I close my eyes when I feel the pleasure of your thumb stimulating the head of my dick. You work my shaft slow, but then alternate with faster stroking. As you lick my nipples again, my right hand grips the back of your head. I play with your hair, but then entangle myself in it and grip it. You moan as I pull harder. Looking at me, your tongue still playing at my nipple, you slowly move further down the bed. I take off my pants and underwear and you position yourself, still fully clothed (costumed, really), between my legs.
On your knees, you rub the insides of my thighs with your hands, slowly moving towards my stiff member. Resting on your elbows now, you put both your hands on my shaft and gently tug. Gazing down at you, your face comes closer and your tongue flicks out at the base of my penis, at that vein. Your tongue travels in flicks up my shaft and eventually tickles my sensitive tip. Then, you lick the whole length of the underside, down and back up, before engulfing my head in your hot mouth. I gasp at the suddenness and moan loudly with pleasure. Holding your lips around my head, you use your tongue to play with the tip while stroking me with your other hand at varying speeds. I watch you as you suck me; it’s incredibly sexy but it feels even better than that.
My shaft wet, you stroke rapidly, then slowly again as your tongue flicks at my balls. I feel you laving my balls and playing with them with your tongue and free hand. You play with the tip of my dick with your thumb again, and you take one of my balls into your mouth and suck hard, then do the same to the other. There’s sharp pain but it also feels great. I enjoy every second.
You can hear me almost panting now, but you look at me with those wonderful devious eyes signaling that you’re not done yet. You play with my balls and lick, suck, and stroke my cock in various combinations. Then you look back up at me as you take my dick in your mouth, almost all the way. Your eyes slightly narrow in a moment of evil and you bite down on the base.
“Ungh! Come on baby, I’ve been under a lot of stress, you can do better than that,” I goad. My dick disappears in your mouth a few more times before I feel your teeth again, harder this time, “God that feels so fucking good! I love you so much baby. Yes, oh yes.” My hands are in your hair and all traces of fantasy are lost and forgotten for me. Obviously, you have different ideas. You move from between my legs to next to me once again. This time you lay down on your stomach, perpendicular to my waist, and grab your clipboard once more. You lean the clipboard against my hip and grab a pen in your right hand. Your left hand returns to stroke my dick. This process affords you time to recover and get back into character. I’m left gasping for breath. Always so surprising.
“Well, you’ve been making a lot of fine progress.” You alternate your gaze between the “chart” and my dick, shining from the spit from your excellent blowjob.
“Oh really? Well, I’m glad to hear it. Seems like you do your job well.”
“Yes, quite.” Looking at me, you flick your tongue over the tip of the pen several times and then bite down hard. “If you continue this regiment, seems like we’ll be able to discharge you soon.” You add a hard squeeze around my cock at the word “discharge.” I’m glad we enjoy puns so much. Any other woman would not be able to stand it. “However, I am going to prescribe you something as a caution.” I know where this is going and I love it.
“Oh really?” I play along, “What could that be?” You throw the clipboard and pen aside and take off your glasses. You straddle me and move up my body.
“I think you know.” We kiss deeply. Our fantasy is over, but it’s more than served its purpose. My hands roam free and grab your exposed ass, kneading it. This time I evoke a moan from you. My other hand is wrapped around you; your hands are around my neck. I spank your ass, “Oh, harder,” you plead in between moans. I spank you again and again you moan and ask for it harder. Our embrace is broken and you present your ass for my hand, looking back over your shoulder. “Come on, baby, spank me. Haven’t I been a bad nurse?” I love the tease on your voice. Then, I have an idea. I move out from under you, I tell you to present your ass again. I grab the clipboard and lift your skirt. You’re wearing a black thong with red edges. It’s not stringy, and it has enough space at the back of it to say “Hot” in flames. I smile.
“Of course you would match,” I comment, referring to her red bra.
“I’m glad you like it.” You could tell by the tone of my voice. I kiss one of your cheeks, then pull back and tap it with the clipboard. “Ooh, baby, getting a little rough huh?” You add a wiggle of your ass.
“You asked for it, for being such a cocktease.” You moan, but before you’re done, I bring the clipboard on your ass with a loud “smack!” You yelp, and I spank you again. “Do you like that baby?”
“Don’t stop, keep spanking my ass,” you demand. Who am I to keep you from your pleasure? I spank your one cheek until it’s pink, then start on the other. I rub your lower back with my other hand and move to kneading your breasts. When you ask me to stop, I agree.
“Your ass is so red, god it’s sexy.” I touch your ass and ask, “Does it hurt?”
“A little.” You moan your answer. “Let it heal, alright babe?” You finish with a smirk to match mine and we kiss while on our knees. I move to licking the area below your jaw, near your ear, that you love. I bite down hard and you moan. You love it rough. I flicker my tongue down your jugular and play along your collar bone before moving to your shoulder.
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“You do have very sexy shoulders.” You’re proud of this part of your body, graceful and elegant and sexy simultaneously, but the only official response is a moan. I move to knead your breasts through your top.
“Go ahead and take it off baby.” I take off the top, exposing the delicate dark red lace bra, and lick the tops of your breasts and your cleavage.
“Mmm, your skin tastes wonderful.” My tongue wanders around the tops of your cleaved before reaching inside the bra, getting close to your nipple. I unhook your bra to expose your breasts. Immediately I attack them. Using one arm to keep you steady, I bend you backwards, pressing my cock against you. You moan and moan, and I’m sure your pussy is getting wet. To make sure, I aggressively lick and bite one of your nipples while roughly squeezing and playing with the other.
“Oh God, you’re making me wet, baby. Keep doing that.” I moan in response, not wanting to come up for air. I hear and feel you suck in your breath every time I bite your nipples. One of my hands moves down to the front of your crotch and gently massages your pussy. Your moans are louder now.
I bite your neck. “Come on baby,” I whisper in your ear, my hot breath teasing you, “isn’t it time I got to taste my medicine? I want to taste you, I want to lick you and make you come with my tongue inside of you.”
You moan with pleasure and lay on your back, pulling me on top of you. Our lips meet. One of my hands continues playing with your breast; I feel one of your hands stroke my cock and playing with my balls. I move your hand and grind against your still-covered pussy. My body is fully on top of yours and I thrust several more times before moving down. I take off your skirt (leaving the fishnets and the boots) and rub you through your sexy thong before taking that off too. I examine it, and lick the wetness off. The juice is so concentrated and strong. I bite into it before tossing it aside. You’re grinning ear-to-ear, and so am I, as my mouth descends between your legs. I kiss the insides of your thighs and my hands massage your calves. Normally I’d pay more attention to your legs but you’re soaked. Moisture is glistening on your lips, your clit, and a surprising amount has coated the insides of your thighs.
I kiss the center of your pussy. The scent engulfs me and it’s arousing as hell. My tongue makes a few conservative licks at your lips before flickering in between them, first slowly, then quickening. It darts into your soaking hole a number of times before I take it out. I lick from the bottom of your pussy to the top, to where you really want me: your clit. The licks start soft, but progressively become harder.
“Come on, lick my clit harder,” I hear you moan. I grind my tongue against my clit then rapidly flick it. I use a finger to stimulate the rest of your pussy, then begin finger-fucking you quickly. Your eyes are closed and your arms are behind you, your hands gripping the pillow, as you feel me insert a second one and slow down slightly. Then you feel me bite your clit and you moan loudly. “Oh god I’m going to cum baby. Make me cum!” I rapidly flick your clit, now also with the thumb of my other hand while finger-fucking you while rotating my fingers. I feel your pussy contract and lick your clit as hard and fast as my tongue will allow, making you moan. “Oh, that feels so good! I’m cumming, baby, yeess, yeeeeesssss!” I grin as I lick up as many juices as I can as your pussy contracts around my fingers and the rest of your body tenses up.
I slow down my fingers but don’t remove them. After you come off your peak I move up to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans down me throat. While I continue to gently finger you, you grab my dick and stroke. “Enjoy that?” I ask.
“Mmm, yes I did.” Knowing you’re still highly sensitive, I wiggle my fingers inside of you to stimulate your walls and simultaneously rub your clit lightly with my thumb. Your back arches and you moan a little bit.
I remove my fingers slowly, and while still looking into your eyes, insert them into my mouth and lick them of your juices. I add a little moan. “I hope you’ve got more for me babe.” You smile and bring my cock to your mouth and suck it. I look down at you: your body is wonderful, beautiful, yet the fishnets, heels, and post-coital flushed skin is undoubtedly and extremely erotic. Yes, that’s the word for you and us. You notice me looking you over and feel my cock begin to throb inside your mouth.
“Come on baby, I want you inside of me now.” You stroke my dick harder, take it into your mouth and bite, then kiss the tip after taking it out of your mouth. I grin and move from you to put on a condom. I get on top of you and kiss you, feeling your hands rubbing the head of my cock against your warmth. I try to thrust in but you deny me by moving both yourself and my cock out of the way. You grin, sheepishly.
“God baby I need to fuck your cunt. Don’t you want me fucking you ’till you come again?” I plead against your ear and bite at your neck. One of my hands kneads your tits.
“An interesting proposition.” You wrap your hand around my throbbing dick and position it right at your entrance. Then you pause to think, a second of suspense: “Say please.” I groan out something relating to the word. Close enough – I feel you remove your hand and I immediately thrust the head inside of you. At this point, you’re so wet that it doesn’t phase you. Slowly, I give you the rest of my shaft and push my hips until I’m as deep as possible. It’s not our favorite position, but it’s intimate and will do for now. My lips are on yours as I fuck you as deep as I can, which is not deep enough. Nonetheless, you grab my hair and our tongues battle.
An idea pops into my head then. I back off of you carefully, while remaining inside; responding to your questions by pushing your legs back towards your shoulders and making it clear that your drenched and fucked pussy is the center of the show. I lean back on top of you, resting on my elbows, and get as deep as I can before grinding and thrusting. I’m so deep inside you, and you love it. “Now, baby, dig your heels into my back, hard, as I fuck you.” You take a moment to oblige and adjust as I fuck you faster and harder. “Yes, babe, it hurts so good,” I moan into your ear, encouraging and arousing you. You moan in agreement, but it’s distorted by the rhythmic thrusting. Sexy, but I still need more of you. I stop again and remove myself from your depths. This time, I get on my back and pull you on top of me in silent desperation in the midst of pleasure. I gaze at you upright as you lower yourself on top of me. We’re both sweaty now and the end of your hair is damp and clinging to your shoulders. “You look sexy as hell. Come here.” I pull you down to me and you rock your hips up and down on my dick. My arms are all over your back, holding you tight to me.
You moan into my ear, “Yes, fuck my cunt baby. I’m going to cum, oh god. It feels so good.” I grind my pelvis against yours so your clit rubs against the shaved area above my cock. Most of my back is raised off the bed now as you ride me, getting deep inside you and grinding your clit against my body.
“Does that feel good babe?” Both my hands move lower to grab your ass and force it down on my cock, faster and harder. I spank you with my right hand. It stings more than usual, but it doesn’t matter. We’re fucking faster and faster.
“Yes! Spank me!” You’re almost screaming in desperation of your orgasm. I spank you again and again and angle my cock to stimulate the walls inside you. Your breath quickens. Your back tenses, signaling your approaching orgasm.
I fuck you faster and now I’m screaming “I’m going to cum inside you baby!” I thrust in and out of you with reckless abandon; your whole body tenses a second later and, seizing the moment, I’m fucking you as hard and as fast as I possibly can while you’re frozen just before your summit.
Your orgasm hits you hard and I feel you shudder, and you hold me tightly and moan into my ear. “I’m cumming! Baby cum inside me!” I buck inside your pussy as I unload my massive load a second after your orgasm, a true testament to your ability as a cocktease, inside you.
“Fuck yes babe! God, I’m cumming! Oh god!” You feel my dick contract with many more squirts before my orgasm begins to release me and I can breathe again. We slow our thrusting and kiss deeply while I moan into your mouth because of the sensations around my hypersensitive cock. My balls finish draining inside you and you gain enough energy to roll off of me. I remove the condom; you lick me clean and play with my balls. You move back up and lay on my chest.
“So… good?”
“Very. You’re so good, babe.” You smile wide and we kiss again. Laying on my chest, you lick my nipple playfully. I remember something. “Hey,” I ask, “let me see your ass.” You oblige and turn, on your knees.
“Is it still red?”
“Mhmm. It’s a good look.” You let out a laugh; I rise up and give each glowing cheek a small kiss, much to your amusement (surely but I can’t see your face). You turn back around and flop on the bed again next to me. I embrace you as you fit into my arms, looking away from me. Spooning, but it’s gentler, more innocent than that term. I pull up a thin sheet so we don’t get too uncomfortable. Both of us are completely spent, sweaty, naked, and warm. “Definitely need to do that again sometime,” I remark after a minute. You’re asleep before getting the chance to answer. I smile and kiss you on the back of your neck. I follow you.
The End
Holiday
I’m standing in front of the mirror tying my hair up out of my face when you appear behind me. Your hands slip around my bare waist as you admire my bikini. I melt into your body as your hands run up over my breasts to my hair where you pull it down. Slowly kissing my neck you turn me around. I respond to your kisses by pressing myself up against you. Our lips collide and the intensity at which we kiss makes me weak at the knees. I run my hands down your chest, feeling the slight define of your muscles as I get lower. I reach the top of your shorts and slip my hand lower feeling evidence of your arousal.
I feel your hands on my back, undoing my bikini top. It falls to the floor and you lower your head to suck my nipples into your mouth. A gasp escapes from me and I arch my back. I pull your head up and kiss your lips. As I get down on my knees I pull your shorts down with me. The floor is hard but I don’t care. Your cock springs out in front of my face and I lick my lips not wanting to wait to suck you. I grasp you in my hand and give you a few strokes. I open my mouth and suck you in. The feel of your cock filling my mouth makes me moan in anticipation of having you inside my pussy. My lips are tight around your shaft as I slide my mouth over and over along it. My hands run over your stomach and down your thighs. I slip one onto your balls and give them a squeeze which elicits a moan from you. You start to thrust your hips, your cock getting further into my mouth as my throat opens to let you down. My other hand goes back to your cock to help me suck you further. I swirl my tongue over the head and taste you. I can feel you getting harder and pull away. I want to have more fun before I make you cum.
You pull me to my feet and push me back on the bed. You kiss me hard and move down my body leaving a trail of kisses on your way. You reach my bikini bottoms and pull them swiftly off. Parting my legs you run a finger along my slick lips. I shiver in expectancy and suddenly your mouth is on my clit. It feels amazing and I squirm under under you. You slip a finger inside me and continue licking my clit, your tongue doing things to me that could send me to heaven. I’m so close to cumming but I don’t want to without your cock inside me. I pull you up to me and you flip me over so I’m straddling you. We kiss and I can feel you rubbing up and down my slit.
I’ve had enough of the teasing and tell you I want you inside me. I can feel your cock at my entrance and I push down so I’m impaled on you. I stay still enjoying how you feel inside me, stretching me more than ever before. Slowly we start to move, your cock slipping in and out of me, each thrust getting harder. I slide my hand to my clit and start to rub it. I see you watching me and it turns me on even more than I already am. You have your hands on my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. You pull out of me and push me down your body. Once again your cock is in my mouth but this time I can taste myself. Its almost enough to send me over the edge right then and there but I still want you inside me. I slither back up your body and your cock slips inside me easily. I rise and fall on you, feeling every part of your cock inside my pussy. We’re both out of breath and I can feel you getting closer and closer. You feel so good inside me, thrusting deeply.
Suddenly the pleasure reaches a peak and I’m cumming, hard. I’m clenching and squeezing around your cock and it triggers your own release. You’re pushing as far into me as you can get and I feel you hit the hilt of my pussy. I collapse onto you as we both come down from the high, panting to get our breath back. As you soften, you slip out of me. We fall asleep, completely satisfied.
The End
The Hotel Room
So, we are leaving a bar, and you were just in a minor fight, over what I have no idea. The image comes of you simply grabbing me by the upper arm and practically dragging me out the door, shoving me into the car and slamming the door. I felt a shiver go thru me, but in anticipation of what? I don’t know. Never seen you like this. Not sure if I like it or not, but still, my nipples are hard as rock and I am pleasantly slippery. You drive fast and not nearly as carefully as I am used to and I am a bit wary of what’s to come because I have no precedent for predicting the results.
I think we are at a hotel, but I didn’t visualize this all that detailed. You have the car in park before it has even come to a complete halt, and are around yanking my door open before I even have time to pull off the seatbelt and grab my purse. You pull me out roughly, making me trip over the doorsill and stumble, but you don’t stop to check on me. You are just walking fast into the lobby with me in tow, trying to keep up in my heels, and not caring what any body might be thinking as they see us go by. Down the hall to the room, you open the door and shove me in, slamming the door behind you.
I have just started to turn toward you when you put your hand to my back and push me toward the bed, catching my skirt in your other hand, snatching it off and tossing it to the floor. By this time, I am more than a little wary of you, but I am excited as hell, knowing what we talked about all those times online, but not really knowing what to expect. I know I am about to have a one of a kind sexual experience, but I don’t know if I am going to enjoy it immensely, partially or at all.
I hit the edge of the bed with my knees and am off balance when you grab my panties in both hands and rip them off, literally, and make this sound somewhere close to a growl, into the back of my neck. That throws my balance off entirely, and I fall forward, half-on, half-off the edge of the bed. You straddle my legs, and grab both my arms in a vise-like grip, pulling them together high up on my back, where it feels like the shoulder is going to dislocate, and proceed to knot the remains of my panties around them tightly.
I am sprawled there on the bedside, knees not quite on the floor, legs spread, still trying to balance in my heels, upper body on the bed, face down with my hands behind my back. At this point in the proceedings, I have not said anything, or made any sounds beyond the grunt of surprise and small whimpers of discomfort. My mind is racing though’ since we never agreed on a safe-word beforehand and I am rapidly beginning to doubt how effective it would be with you in your present state, anyway.
My back is starting to ache already from the odd position when I feel your hands come down on my hips and haul me onto the bed higher, so that the front of my thighs are pressed to the mattress side and my ass is in the air. This is certainly not for my comfort though’ as I feel your weight come down on me and the head of your cock roughly probing my pussy for a second before you simply thrust once, violently shoving yourself to the hilt into me, mindless of the muffled cry of protest. All you have room for is the pursuit of your own pleasure and you are heedless to anything but the sounds and sensations of possession.
I am making small cries and sounds now, between the breathless grunts forced out from each smacking thrust. You grab my hair at the base of my head into a tight fist and pull my head back towards you, turning me slightly so I can see your face out of the corner of my eye. We never turned on the lights, but there is moonlight streaming in from the open window, enough for me to make out the look on your face and want to close my eyes.
You are using both your hands, the one on my hip digging in to the flesh and the one in my hair as an anchor, to pull me towards you as you bury your cock in my pussy roughly again and again. The line between pleasure and pain is razor thin at this point and I am crying out in earnest now as every thrust hits bottom, jarring my cervix and bruising my ass. Whether I am crying for you to stop or to keep going is uncertain, but I am sopping wet, wetter than I remember ever being before, and the actual friction is not painful. My clit is pressed against the scratchy blankets though’ and while it is rubbing in time with your movements, it is irritating.
Too much sensation at once, which makes me squirm to relieve it, and you feel me trying to pull away. You yank my hair back even harder, so my back is arched; my breasts off the bed, head bent back painfully, hair spilling down my back and shoulders. This makes me cry out again and it isn’t one of pleasure, but that seems to make you that much harder and you speed up, smacking flesh to flesh as you lose yourself in the ecstasy of my body. You aren’t going to last much longer, with so much stimulus, and use your legs to push my thighs wider, making my heels catch in the carpet and my body contort even more. You take your hand off my hip, and twine that one around my throat from the side and use both hands then to continue pulling yourself violently into my body.
I hear your moans coming louder now, and your movements are becoming jerky, less smooth. With one hard thrust, and a deep groan of satisfaction, you spill your seed inside me, and convulsively tighten your grip around my throat, making the room spin and spots come up in front of my eyes. I don’t remember you letting go of my throat, but I come to, still sprawled half off the bed, knees spread still from your thighs between mine and the heavy weight of your body trapping my bound hands painfully and pinning me to the bed. It can’t have been but a few seconds, as I can still feel you stiff inside me, and you breathing hard onto my neck. You turn your head and set your teeth into the side of my neck just below the ear and bite down swiftly, but not hard. It is an acknowledgement; an apology for any pain, assurance of the necessity of it, and a dismissal of my opinion of the action, all at once.
With a grunt, you lift your weight off my back and roll to the side. My shoulders are aching, a deep throb that speaks of lack of circulation and a promised agony to come. My pussy is throbbing too, but with use and frustrated desire. As I struggle to get my legs under me to stand, you roll off the bed and reach down to pull me up. You aren’t gentle about it though, using my bound wrists as a lever which causes me to let out a little scream of pain and realize that you aren’t calmed down, or back in control yet. I don’t make it to my feet, just turn around enough to sit on the bed, and wonder what comes next. You haven’t untied me, you haven’t said anything and I am trying to decide if I can survive another round of this. Because I know you aren’t thru with me yet. You may have just come inside me, but you are still mostly hard and standing in front of me.
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The moonlight is coming in from the side, and I cannot read your face. You lift one hand to my hair, which is hanging around my face in a tangle of curls, and slide your fingers up my nape, almost tenderly. It is a ruse though’ because you use that hand to jerk my neck forward and drop me off the bed hard onto my knees on the carpet, skinning them. My hands are still tied, and I have to spread my knees slightly on the floor to stay upright, making them sting from the movement.
Your hand leaves my head and I toss my hair backward out of my face just in time before you are urging your cock to my lips. I keep my lips closed, too off balance and aching to want to try this. You grab my jaw in one hand and press your thumb and fingers in at the joint, making me open my mouth, while your other hand goes to the back of my head to keep me from pulling back. I feel the head of your cock sliding between my teeth and I have the urge to take a small bite, to let you know I am not sure that I really like this. Your fingers clench in my hair in warning and you continue to slide your dick into my mouth and down my throat.
You let out a soft moan when my lips are pressed tight to the base, and shudder when I make small muffled vibrations in my throat. I am not sure if what is happening can be considered rape, because I knew, kind of, in advance that this would likely be the situation. However, I have not consented, have protested in small ways and have been ignored entirely. I am not even sure you even see ME. I roll my eyes up, to look up the length of your body to your face. I cannot see well, but what I can see makes me nervous. Your face is blank; eyes opaque, like you aren’t really consciously there. Whoever is there now is primal, and full of need, and doesn’t know me outside of being the body used for the relief of that need. Were my mouth not full, I would likely lick my lips, because they are dry.
You begin to thrust your hips at me, just slightly; just enough to bring me out of my perusal and back to the job at hand. You aren’t being rough right now, but there is a simmering sense of abandonment that could change things in a split second, from semi-gentle to vicious without warning. I feel the slick, hard length of you slide over my tongue, and touch the back of my throat. I hope that the previous climax has tempered your passion some, enough to allow for less violent thrusts. Bound as I still am, and anchored by your grip on my hair, I do not know how well I can stand hard hits to my throat. I do not want to gag, and I need to breathe and swallow. So far, you simply seem content to enjoy the slow drag of your flesh over my lips, grazing slightly against my teeth.
I can feel a slight tremble thru your body, but I know that you aren’t going to come so soon after the last time and it makes me even warier still. Your breathing is steady but harsh and I want to make you gasp and moan again, but I don’t want to push your control too much because I don’t want to deal with the consequences. I begin to wrap my tongue around you on every withdrawal, pressing hard to the ridge on the underside and letting my teeth catch slightly on the head when you press back down my throat. I suck in my cheeks, increasing the pressure on your flesh at every movement and let my teeth close just a bit harder around your engorged cock.
I am rewarded with a gasp and a groan, but also with a tightening of your fist in my hair and a somewhat rough jerk of your hips. Your pace speeds up a little and your breath is shakier. I look up at you to find you staring back down at me with a look of barely contained desire, reveling in the sight of your hard cock moving rhythmically in and out of my full lips. I am trapped in place, and the image of me, in my mind, completely at your mercy and being used for your pleasure makes me moan in my throat. The vibration against your skin makes you shudder slightly and fist you free hand in my hair as well. I do not know how long this tableau lasts, with me on my knees, bound, and my mouth at your service but it does not end there. I know you love to feel my mouth around you, but your thrusts get shallower and you pull out of my mouth and release my hair.
My whole body is shaking, from the effort to stay balanced, from the pulsing pain in my arms and hands and from the sheer amount of lust coursing through my blood. You reach down and cup my elbows, drawing me slowly off the floor. Arms around me, you pull loose the shredded remains of my panties from my wrists, but you don’t let me go. I feel your mouth on mine as you kiss me, long and slow and deep. Still in my heels you are only a little taller and you keep my body pressed tightly against you. I can feel your cock, hard and slick from my mouth, trapped against my belly and it makes me tremble with unmet need.
I love the way you kiss me, and love the feel of your body pressed to mine, the hair on your chest rubbing against my nipples and making them harder still. We are still at the edge of the bed, and you move me back slightly until the backs of my legs touch the bed. You release my mouth, and push me gently back onto the bed with my knees bent, feet on the floor, ass on the edge of the blanket, and kneel between my legs. Your breath on my overheated skin is delicious and I spread my legs wider, in anticipation.
I know, as excited as I am, that I will come quickly, but you seem to know that and take your time, kissing the insides of my thighs, nibbling and sucking just rough enough to make me gasp and moan, but not hard enough to hurt. I slide my hands up to find a pillow, to prop my head and shoulders so that I can watch you as you settle your hot mouth on my clit, flicking your tongue softly and making me squirm closer. You suck on my clit without a lot of pressure, but enough to make me let out a soft whispering groan. You are looking into my eyes as you slide your tongue down, teasing the opening of my soaking wet pussy, playing with me because you know it drives me nuts.
As you continue to glide your tongue across my flesh, my hands come up to cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing the nipples, the contact on that sensitive skin shooting a jolt of desire straight between my legs. I shift and moan, arching my back slightly and mentally begging you to stop teasing. You stiffen your tongue and shove it into my pussy and I am a hair’s breadth from coming into your mouth. You set a hand on my mound, thumb brushing firmly across my clit, and as you continue to lick and suck on my pussy, I start to cum. In deep racking spasms…moaning long and low…with small gasping breaths…I cum, flooding your mouth with my juices. I squirm against your tongue, lost in release that I don’t want to end, with you always pressed between my thighs.
The exquisite sensations continue as the muscles in my pussy quiver and clench, the delays getting longer and the spasms decreasing in intensity until I am completely relaxed. Your mouth and hands are still moving an my flesh, though’ and while it has not occurred to me to protest till now, my clit is too sensitive for direct contact and I try to gently brush you away with my hands. You trap my fingers in one hand and clamp your mouth tighter around my swollen clit and flick it with your tongue. I squirm back, away from your touch, but you follow, not relenting.
I am struggling away in earnest now, because it is far too painful, and the pleasure is receding in the wake. With one last, lingering, hard suck, you release me and I breathe out a sigh of relief that is short lived. I forgot, in the midst of my own orgasm, that you were hard when you went down on me, and that by making me cum, that situation has only increased in magnitude. There is something about the musky smell and salty taste of a woman that just makes you all the more hard and ready.
You crawl up my prone body, and cover me, pressing your hips to mine and, (I think this is intentional), firmly rubbing your cock over my sensitive bud, making me squirm again. I cannot get away any better now than before, with your weight trapping me, and while the contact is pleasurable, it is also too much for the heightened nerve endings and I want you to stop. By this time, I am not expecting you to, though’ and I am not disappointed. You continue to rub, simulating thrusts, with the hard silky skin of your dick sliding along my slippery cleft.
You slide both arms under my shirt, at my back, slide my shirt up and out of the way and grasp my shoulders from behind, to anchor you as you continue the slow torture of my overly sensitive flesh. I am making small murmurs of discomfort and sounds of protest; nothing as coherent as actual words, but the meaning is clear. It is also clearly ignored, as you bend your head to take the thin skin of my neck between your teeth, nibbling and biting along my throat.
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I had, until then, been pushing against you in an attempt to get you off me, to free my skin for a moment, to try to unwind. When your lips touch the skin of my throat, all strength seems to have flowed out of me and I arched my neck back, to give you access to all of me. There is something about that area of my body that will simply sap the fight out of me, no matter what else is happening. The pleasure caused by the little love bites you are leaving on my neck overrides the irritation your are intentionally causing to my clit, and my hips arch as well, pressing you closer to me and making me want you again.
I want to feel your cock splitting the excessively sensitive tissues again in a fresh assault, even if it irritates, even if I am not ready for you again; especially since I am not ready for you. The bites on my neck are getting higher, and harder, where it feels like you will break the skin and draw blood. I shiver and my nipples harden, rubbed roughly against the hair on your chest and I can feel the moisture between my legs increase, eager for penetration.
I am trying to wiggle upwards, to get to where I can slide myself down onto your hard shaft, to ease the ache. You press down firmly with your hips, and murmur a negative noise into my neck, not ready to stop the teasing. I am letting out increasingly louder and more urgent moans and sounds, feeling the pressure increase with every little thing you are doing to my eager flesh. The need for penetration, to feel you filling me, is overwhelming and I begin to beg with my body for you to just fuck me.
Squirming, clawing, pressing my breasts to you, my hips up, and rubbing shamelessly like a cat in heat…all to no avail. I can feel the vibration as you laugh against me, enjoying the fact that you are making me want, and that I cannot have you until you consent. Finally, when I think I am simply going to have to have you inside me or cry, I say, in an urgent, pleading, almost whining, whisper, “Oh, God, plleeasssee!!!”
This has apparently been what you were waiting for. You lift your mouth from my skin, and wiggle your hips a bit, making me instantly spread my legs to accommodate you. You press your cock to my very wet slit and slowly slide the head into my tight, hot sheath, and then stop. You are looking at me with a slight grin, and won’t move. Wiggling does no good and now I am frustrated and starting to get irritated with you. I already know I have no choices, but must you continue to prove it?
I know you want to fuck me, as much as I want you to fuck me, but you keep drawing it out, making me ache and need more than you have any right to. You slide a little deeper into me, and stop again. I try to press my hips down, but cannot, and I cannot roll them to make you penetrate me any more. You seem to be enjoying yourself but I want you to take me. Slowly, or hard and fast, but just take me completely. I am ready to shriek from frustration, and am dragging my nails down your arms.
You slowly stretch your arms, and then wrap them tight under and around my shoulders as you thrust violently into me, and I really do let out a shriek that dissolves into a throaty moan, as I wrap my legs around your hips to hold you to me. You don’t seem to like the restraint much though’ and unwrap one arm from my shoulders to pull my leg away, to make me release you. Once accomplished, you rewrap yourself around me and continue to pound into me in steady, but very hard thrusts. I wiggle my arms loose, so that you are wrapped around my ribs, and brace my hands over my head on the wall behind, to avoid getting a cracked skull as we slide backward.
This arcs my back, pushing my breasts up and out, free to move from the force that jolts my body. I draw my knees up, and plant my feet, after (finally) kicking off my heels, so that I can tilt my hips up to meet you. This allows a deeper penetration and my clit is getting smacked repeatedly into your pubic bone, intense pleasure and sharp pain mingled.
Your thrusts are getting slower in rhythm now, still forceful, but with more emphasis on the slow withdrawal, to the point where I am itching and anticipating the return stroke, with you once again buried inside me. This constant changing of pace and pressure is assuring that I start climbing to the peak, but then sliding back again as you shift speed and depth. I really just want to cum again, preferably with you still inside me as deep as possible. You seem to enjoy driving me crazy, and then not letting me get to the finish. Payback, perhaps, for all those sleepless nights on the phone?? Maybe. Whatever the reason, I desperately need to cum and I cannot get there yet; you are making damned sure of that.
I quickly wrap my legs around your waist again, to increase the constant pressure on my clit, intent to bring myself off as fast as possible, but as soon as you feel my legs come around you, you stop and lift yourself off me, still hilted in my pussy. I don’t know why you stopped and I still cannot read your face in the dim room, but I am too far gone to care what you want from me next, so long as I cum. It has become an all-consuming need now. You unwrap my legs with both hands, pull out of my body and give me a small slap on the hip, nudging me onto my belly.
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