We'd been texting each other all afternoon. I hadn't seen him in quite a while. Well, I had seen him around, but I hadn't had him to myself. I had just moved into my new place and finally gotten settled.
Those texts, they were damn hot. And very explicit. Telling me exactly what he was going to do to me tonight. How he was going to make me scream and cum. To my end, I had replied just the same. I told him, just as explicitly, that I wanted to fuck him in every room of the house. Just hearing that little groaning 'yeah?' was all the approval I needed. I wanted to tease him, make him hard, but he was at work. I'd have to save that trick for another time. I had the place to myself. I hadn't found a roomie yet, so there were no limits to what we could do. And I told him just that.
He rang when I was in the shower. He was still at work and I was getting ready. I had literally only shaved one leg when the phone rang. I turned off the water and answered it. He wanted directions. I complained that he was going to be early. I wasn't yet ready. He said he was still at work, but he would be coming straight over. I whispered some naughty words in his ear. He couldn't respond. But I could hear in his voice that he loved it.
I finished shaving my legs and dried. Making sure to moisturise every inch of my body. I wanted to be as smooth as possible for him. I wanted to feel his warm skin sliding effortlessly over mine. I selected my underwear carefully. Red. Bright red. Very hot. My clothes were selected a bit less carefully. I wanted to look good, but we both knew that it wouldn't be on for very long.
I set a dvd on to wait for him. It wasn't all that long before I got the text. 'Leaving work now. Fuck you soon.'
I waited by the door with the outside light on. I saw headlights pull into my court. They slowed and finally pulled into my drive. I waited still, heart pounding. I heard the engine wind down. The door opened and he stepped out of the car. God he was hot. My god, the sight of him was enough to make we weak at the knees and damp in the panties. He was tall, well over six feet. With curly black hair. I loved running my fingers through his hair, and giving it a little tug. His eyes were blue. So clear, like ice. They saw straight through me. Though it wasn't hard to see what I wanted. He was lean. Just the way I liked. I don't like muscle bound, nor do I like fat. I want to be able to feel whats under his skin, without anything in the way. I stepped outside into the balmy night as he slammed the car door.
'Hello,' I drawled. Slow and sexy. I like the way it feels to talk when I'm horny. The words form slowly and slip out of my mouth, like they don't belong to me. Like they belong to the other, and they're being made especailly for him. And he says it back. Just the same. 'Hello,' like this was a normal encounter and he was just popping in to say hi, and get a look around the new place.
I love the way he walks. He knows I like seeing what he's got, and he knows how to walk to show it off. I guess a modelling career will teach you that. But there's more to him than his walk. He has a presence that makes me tingle in all the right places. And some of the wrong ones too. He steps towards me and I can smell him. Just having him so near me makes me wet. He holds my gaze for half a second outside, in the doorway. I refuse to back down. If he was two inches closer we'd be touching. I stretch upwards and give him a vicious kiss, with lots of tongue and lip action. But its brief. I pull away and reach for the door. 'Let's go inside, shall we?'
He follows me inside and we kiss in the doorway again. He throws me against the wall roughly and I shudder as he kisses me. Its easily the most intense, vicious, passionate kiss I've ever had. His hands are on either side of me, holding me exactly where he wants me, one arm running next to my side and lying against the wall. The other gently but firmly moves over my breast. He's so close to me. His whole body is hard up against mine. While we express ourselves I take the chance to explore him. I run my hand down his body and find him. He's hard. Fuck, is he hard. And he's big, maybe even a little too big. Lovely, thick and long. I run my hand up and down him, caressing him through his pants. I love doing this. It builds expectations. I guess he loves it when I do it too. At later stages he'd just pull it out the moment he got in the door. God that used to shit me. I love finding it, and unveiling it. Even though when its that big, its not hard to miss. Pun fully intended.
I slide my hand a bit further north and begin to play with his belt buckle. My other hand joins in the action. We're still connected at the mouth and touching pretty much all the way to the ground. Suddenly I pull back and stare at the offending buckle. I can't manage it. I want to see and taste his cock right now. I want it inside me. God I'm horny. And I can't undo the fucking buckle. 'Is there a trick to that?'
'Yeah,' he mumbles. I should have watched him undo it. Maybe I did and I just didn't pay attention. Maybe I did and I did pay attention, but forgot all about it as soon as it was undone. Whatever. All I know is that he undid it, and I don't remember how. Suddenly his belt is undone. He unbuttons his pants and undoes his fly. Quick as a flash I'm back in there, rubbing him again. His skin feels soft under my palm. I grip him firmly, but tug softly. The foreskin feels soft and slippery. In contrast to the hard tissue underneath it. He smells horny and we kiss a little more.
Finally we stop. The time has come. Time to get down to business. He glances around the room. Its unfurnished. 'Where...?' he trails off. I offer him a choice. Bedroom, closer but a familiar environment. Or lounge, further away, but furniture I hadn't fucked on previously. He let me choose. I picked the lounge. Or, I grasped his cock and led him there.
It must have been a funny sight. Being a new place he didn't know where we were going. And he wanted to see everything. So he was a little behind. I led him eagerly through the kitchen, the study and to the lounge. All the while treating his cock like a a handle. It was convenient like that. And kinky too. His pants were around his ankles and he shuffled slowly along. Occasionally I'd stroke him and stare sluttily into his eyes.
We got to the lounge. He knew we had finally arrived. So he walked in and had a quick look around. His gaze landed on me and we kissed again, and began undressing each other in earnest. Shirts came off first. Then my pants. He sat down on the couch to remove his shoes and socks. Once these were off his pants fell from his ankles. I stepped towards him and gave him a deep kiss. His hand wandered and he gently fingered my slippery pussy. One finger, then two. Deep inside me. His other hand meandered up my back to my bra clips. With a smooth hand motion, he undid my bra and flicked it off. It happened so fast I got a thrill. He wanted in there. And he wanted to be in there NOW.
He's still sitting on the couch. His fingers are still inside me, teasing me to the point of excitement. I'm not yet ready to come, but I can feel my body responding hungrily to his touch. I move forward ever so slightly. He nuzzles into my breast and begins to tease it with his lips. Very slowly he begins to suck at my hard nipple. Suddenly he stops, and instead begins to nibble instead. The feeling of his teeth gently raking it makes me want to squeal. My breathing becomes deeper and more staccato. A few groans inadvertently escape my lips. I vaguely think that if he did that to my clit I'd be screaming the rafters down.
He pulls away from my nipple and slowly slides his hand out from my soaking pussy. I stand there with my eyes half closed for the smallest of moments, trying to memorise that feeling. To no avail. I swallow and open my eyes. He's so fucking hot. Sitting there, staring back at me with absolute lust in his eyes. I reach down and gently stroke his throbbing cock. I lean forward and kiss him lightly. Just a few butterfly kisses to tease him as I get down on my knees.
His cock was perfect. There's no other way to describe it. It was big. Maybe erring on the side of being too big. It was long, and thick. Smooth, and almost perfectly proportioned. The knob of his cock was maybe a bit smaller than his girth warranted, but it was made to hit the right spots. And I knew from experience that it indeed did that.
I looked up at him as I took him deep into my mouth. I sucked him, hard. Running my hand up and down the shaft as I did so. I could tell from his breathing that he loved it. His groans were purely animal in nature. I nibbled the underside of his cock, from the tip, to the base. When I got there, I gently sucked his nuts too. He began to swear in his excitement. Releasing him from my mouth, I met his eyes. 'You forgot, didn't you. You forgot how good I was at this.' A light sweat peppered his brow as he answered the affirmative. I smiled and determined to make it even more memorable.
I really went to work on his cock. Sucking and playing with him. Nibbling and stroking. He was lost, right there in that moment. He murmured something quietly. My mother always taught me not to speak with my mouth full, so I pulled away with a lazy 'mmm?'
'You worry me' he repeated.
Mistaking the intent, I asked him, 'why do you worry about me?'
'I'm worried that you're going to hurt me,' was his reply.
I considered this as I shifted position. My face bobbed from one side of his cock, over the top and to the other side, hand moving all the while. 'Its just sex. I'll be nice if you will.'
He seemed happy with that. Suddenly he stood up. I dragged my hands slowly up his legs, all the way from his calves, up the inside of his thighs. I took his cock in my mouth again, sucking gently this time. I didn't move my head. I let him thrust into my mouth with the speed and pressure that he wanted. I loved the feel of his cock slipping over my lips, the way his smooth shaft felt against my tongue. He was warm and soft, and when I sucked him I could feel him throbbing in time in my mouth.
Suddenly he pulled away. I stood too. 'I wanna fuck you from behind. ' I reached up for a quick kiss as we got into position. I put one leg up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. I felt him step up behind me, one hand on my ass. Then his cock was gently rubbing against the smooth, slippery opening to my pussy. He pushed a little, and I gave way, letting him slip deep inside.
I nearly screamed. With that position he always pushed straight into my G spot. And here he was, thrusting slowly but rhythmically into me. For a guy with such a big cock he was surprisingly gentle. I love being taken from behind. The feel of his legs pressed hard up against mine, his hands on my hips, and him linking into me is absolutely fantastic. Little ripples of pleasure ran through me, shivering under my skin with every thrust. Before long, it became difficult to breathe normally. I hung my head down, gasping and moaning.
I have no idea how long I'm there for, before he pulls away again. I sink onto the couch. This guy gives me the energy to go all night, but manages to sap my strength at the same time. He follows me. I stretch out, and as he comes in to enter me again, I slide one leg around his waist. Before he touches me though, he kisses me lightly. I'm distracted and so almost miss the sensation of him slipping between my wet slip. There is no missing him sliding into me. He fills me completely. His tongue slides around my nipple and he sucks viciously as he thrusts into me. I can feel his stomach pushing into mine. I feel every inch of my naked skin, whether its pressing against the couch, or next to his warm skin, or exposed to the cold air. And I am acutely aware that I'm tightening around his cock, which is slipping into me harder, and faster.
He pulls away. Linking his arms behind my knees, he wraps them around my thighs and drags me towards him. 'Gimme that pussy,' he growls. I laugh. For a moment. He's inside me again and the laughs quickly turn to moans. I'm beginning to come.
Abruptly he pulls away. He sits back on the couch, legs spread cock sitting straight up. 'I want you to sit on me,' he instructs. I happily oblige. After all, that cock is just begging to be ridden, sitting up, all stiff like that. I straddle him. Reaching behind me to guide his cock in. As I slide down his pole, I gasp. In this position I'm tighter than ever, and I hug him very closely. It feels fantastic. I slide up, and back down, slowly. Reveling in the sensation that his body gives mine. As I approach climax, I speed up. I begin to tingle harder, deep inside. The tiny ripples of pleasure begin to turn into waves, washing over me.
I rise one last time and when I come back down, he's not there anymore. I freeze. I look at him. He's extremely pale. 'Its come out,' I know I stated the obvious.
'I know' he replies. Nothing more is forthcoming. I reach back and grasp him. Unconsciously I begin to stroke.
'Whats going on?' I ask, confused.
'I don't wanna cum yet,' is his reply. I'm still stroking him without realising. A few moments pass.
'You gonna cum?' He swallows and gives an almost imperceptible nod. I am now in a tough position. I don't want to say or do anything to make him feel inadequate. I swing off of his lap. For half a moment he is bitterly disappointed. Then I kneel in front of him again. And I suck him as he cums. He doesn't cum hard. But he's been trying to hold it back.
When my mouth is full, I pull away and swallow. The fluid is warm and bitingly salty as it slides down the back of my throat. I look at the floor, bite back a grimace and hope he doesn't notice. I stare up at him again and rub his cock against my tits as he finishes.
He feels bad. I can see it in his face. He wanted me to cum too. I sit on the couch alongside him. He's playing with himself, trying to get ready again. I slide my hand up his thigh. 'Let me do it. I'll play with you, if you play with me,' I offer. He readily accepts. I slide around, so that I'm facing him, legs spread. One sits across his lap, and the other presses against his side.
He slides two fingers inside me again. I stroke him. Though soon he's forgotten. His fingers are pressing the right zones. I stop playing with him and lay back on the couch, inviting him to do his thing. He leans in to focus properly, fingers still deep inside. He stops moving them in the standard 'cum hither' motion, and instead starts moving them in opposite directions. One flicking forward as the other flicks back, then alternating. I've never felt anything like it in my life. I was being stimulated by two fingers, but I had the added bonus that each time his knuckles slid past each other, it felt like he was flicking me deep inside. Soon enough I'm cumming. Hard. I can't breathe properly. My back is arched and I feel like I'm going to fly right through the wall. I gather myself one last time, and meet his eyes.
It appears that he thinks I've faked it. He leans in and nibbles the inside of my knee, and I'm lost again. I shut my eyes and begin screaming in earnest. If I came hard before, then this makes it appear as nothing. I begin the descent and I beg him, 'Gimme your fingers.'
He doesn't comprehend so I ask him again. He pulls his hand out slowly and offers it to me, unsure of what I'll do. I reach out and guide it to my mouth. I suck hungrily at his fingers and see the look of shock on his face. I give him back his hand and I have to ask, 'you've never had anyone do that to you before?
'Never.'
He wasn't exactly innocent either.
Monday 1 October 2007
Monday 3 September 2007
The first time
Closing the door behind him, he looked at her staring around the room. She wore a gorgeous dress, tight across the bodice, fastened with hooks all the way down the back, and covered in lace. Her skirt flowed straight down and gently swept the floor. He'd never seen that outfit until today. Her shoes were already discarded by the door.
She turned to face him. A gentle smile swept across her face and her green eyes danced at the sight of him. He hesitated. They'd been together for what seemed like a million times, and he was as comfortable with her as he was with his pet cat. So why was it so awkward all of a sudden? Nothing had really changed, or so he told himself.
He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on top of her shoes. Turning he moved over to the bar. It had been a big day, it passed in a blur. He didn't even know if he'd even eaten anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the drinks. Mixing himself a gin and tonic, he heard her move to the bathroom.
He followed her in there and stood in the doorway while he drank. She was stunning, seeing her today... it took his breath away. And seeing her now... he was inexplicably proud. He's taken a wildcat and managed to convince her to love him and to want to be with him. She was slim, perfectly toned, with shimmering green eyes set in a delicate face, surrounded long blonde hair. Everywhere they went people looked at her. If they saw him they often wondered who he was to be with someone like that. He was about her height, maybe a little shorter, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. He had an alright body, he supposed, but nothing to brag about.
She gasped as she pulled a pin out of her hair and pouted into the mirror. He moved forward and wrapped one hand around her waist, placing the drink on the sink with the other. She moved back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his. Leaving one hand wrapped around her waist, he pushed her hair aside and kissed her gently on the back of the neck, just behind the ear. She smiled and melted into his embrace, eyes closed and head turned slightly to face him. He pulled his face back and began to examine her hair for more pins, removing any as he saw them.
Slowly he ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her hair had been pinned so tightly, and as much as she'd wanted to scratch all day, she couldn't. It was bliss for her. He loved to do little things like this for her. She was so wound up about today. And now it was over she could finally relax. She turned her head over her shoulder and their eyes met. Wrapping his arms around her again, he held her tight for a kiss.
Shivers went down his spine to the soles of his feet the moment his lips touched hers. They were smooth and soft, pressing against his perfectly. They stood there, in the bathroom, like that for what seemed an eternity. Finally she pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel his hand slide around her waist. She moved in for the kiss again. This time it was more demanding of him. She could feel every inch of him, pressed against her. She slowly slid a hand down his chest and left it there, pressed against his heart. She could feel it pulsing through his shirt.
His hand slowly slipped up her back, plucking the hooks at the back of her bodice. He knew he would never get it undone this way, it was just a contrast to feeling skin there. However, she had other ideas.
'Mind if I take this off?' she murmured into his adams apple.
'Is it that uncomfortable?' He asked her. 'You look so amazing in it.'
'I know I do, thats why I chose it,' she grinned at him. 'But its so...' she waved her hands vaguely, 'fatiguing,' she finished.
Her hands stretched around to where his were, and she began pulling ineffectively at the hooks. 'Here,' he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him, 'I'll be quicker.' And he was, within moments it had loosened around her chest and she realised it had restricted her breathing all day. A few more moments and she was free of the dress, and it slid down to the floor.
He let out a small cough in his surprise. One moment he was standing behind her, loosening the dress, the next he was staring at her perfect, smooth arse. She was wearing nothing except a white lace thong and her white stockings, held up by a thick lace band. She put her hand on her hip and breathed hard in relief, before turning to face him with a sexy smile. The wildcat was clearly out.
She slid her hands from his waist, up his chest and sat them on his shoulder, with her forearms planted against his chest as she kissed him teasingly. 'Well Mr Parkes, how about I return the favour?'
Slowly she nibbled at his earlobe, undoing his top button. One hand working the buttons, the other slid down his chest. Her lips fluttered just above her finger tips, her tongue flicking against his taut body occasionally. He tasted slightly salty and of stress, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With a gentle tug she pulled his shirt out of the top of his pants and went to work on his belt. Her nimble fingers undid the clasp, and with a practiced flick of her wrist she tugged it off. She could smell his excitement as she looked up and met his eyes. Her hands found themselves at his knees, and she rose slowly, never breaking eye contact. He could feel her hands move up his legs, across his groin. He expected her to stop and play when she got there, but instead she gave him a quick caress through his pants and continued her journey upwards, sliding her hands under his shirt and all the way to his shoulders.
She kissed him again. More intensely now. He knew exactly what she wanted. Well, truth be told, he'd known since he walked in the door and saw her standing there. Her kisses became harder, more demanding. Usually at this stage his pants would be off, she'd have her hand on his dick. But now her hands were at his shoulders, under the collar of his open shirt. Slowly she moved her hands back and caught his shirt. Her hands slid over his back, arms encircling him as she tugged his shirt off.
As she flung his shirt to the ground he surprised her. Her attention was not on him at that moment, so she squealed as he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and she bounced slightly, looking slightly stunned, staring at him. He stood over her, dark and brooding. She could see him pushing against his pants, and it was at odds with the serious look he wore. She broke into a fit of giggles and he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing neatly beside her.
He leaned up on his elbow and kissed her, deep and full of longing. His hand gently caressed her firm breast. He could feel her nipple poking into the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he closed his mouth around the other nipple and sucked gently. The warmth, moistness and pressure his mouth exerted against her already sensitive nipple made her arch her back, pressing herself into him, and sent shivers through her gut. His hand snaked down her stomach and found her thong. He began caressing her crotch, and he could feel moisture seeping through the lace. She moaned and pushed against him again.
He pulled away from her breast and focused on her underwear. He slipped one hand down each hip, hooking his thumbs over the outside of the thong, and slid it off. She obliged him by lifting her ass off the bed. He ran his hands down the entire length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of the stocking laid so closely to her hard calves, caressing them with his eyes the entire way. He maneuvered til he was kneeling between her legs, facing her. Slipping one hand inside the top of one of her stockings, her slowly rolled it down, gently kissing and nibbling the softer flesh of her thigh as he did so. Flicking the stocking away, he did the same with the other.
Leaning forward he gently nibbled on her stomach, slowly trailing down to her pussy. His hand was gently fingering the slit, gliding through the wetness, barely making contact with her clit. She pushed against his hand, but his finger merely skated over her most sensitive zones. As his mouth moved closer, he began to move two fingers inside her, slowly, gently. He watched as she began to climax for the first time. She back arched, her knees pulled up to her chest. He looked up, hoping to make eye contact, but she was too focused on the headboard of the bed, squealing for real this time.
All she could focus on was herself in that moment. His fingers were pressing repeatedly against her, and she was beginning to come. She gasped and cried out. Satisfied that she was at climax, he decided to push her a little more. Hand still inside her, he buried his face in her pussy and licked greedily, working with his lips and giving the occasional suck. Pushing against him, she came. Hard. Wriggling and writhing on the bed, knees up around her ears. He was stuck in that moment too, tasting the sweetness of her excitement.
He pulled his face away from her, and watched as she stilled herself. She wasn't really responding to his hands anymore. He stretched forward, over her, and kissed her gently. She was still coming down from her orgasm, so responded slowly.
He stood up to take off his pants, sliding them down around his hips. She watched his manhood bounce as it left the confines of his clothing. By the time he had stepped out of his pants, she was sitting at the edge of the bed, eying off his massive cock. He caught sight of her sitting, there, waiting, and grinned, pushing his pelvis out, inviting her to have a taste. She looked up at him, slipping one hand up his thighs. She grazed the back of her hand over his balls, before returning and caressing them in her palm. Slowly she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, giving the slightest pressure. She was more concerned with rubbing as much as she could with her tongue right now, which she did, in long, hard stokes. Her hand alternated between touching his stomach or chest when she could reach it, and stroking the shaft. Her head bobbed as she sucked at him, and his groans made her quiver.
Pulling away suddenly, she glanced up at him. Lips pursed, she pressed them against the tip of his cock and began to stroke him.He pushed against her lips, but she didn't open them. Instead she smirked at him. Frustrated he pushed again. She pulled away and laughed playfully, relenting to stroke him. Lifting his cock, she licked and nibbled the underside, from tip to balls and back again. She made to suck him again, but he pulled away.
Sliding back on the bed, she reclined on her elbows, looking at him from between her legs. A seductive smile crossed her face as she eyed him off. He knelt between her legs again and leaned over her.
'Strange to think that this is the peak of you loving me,' she grinned wickedly. The hellcat again.
'If the last four years are any indication, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after,' he said truthfully. Her wicked grin became a girlish, slightly embarrassed smile. 'I love you.' He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply this time, and as they kissed, he entered her.
She was warm, and moist, and she hugged his cock perfectly. He loved the way she felt around him. This moment, he was absorbed by her. She overwhelmed his senses and they blended as one. They moved as one, him plunging deep into her. Every move he made her legs slid a little more up his back, until they were wrapped around his waist. She loved this part, where they just warmed up. She loved his weight, pressed against her hips, grinding them into the bed. She loved the little grunts he made with every thrust. She loved the way sweat began to pepper his brow, and his eyes glazed as he got lost in the moment. Without this contact, there was no love, and their actions were empty. She knew how to make him quiver with excitement. He loved to be ridden.
'My turn to be in control.' That broke his reverie. He gave her a small kiss, and moved to pull away. She kept her legs wrapped around him, and used his weight to help her move smoothly on top of him.
He had slipped out during that maneuver, so she guided him back inside. She gently rode him, enjoying the sensation of him pressing inside her, loving the feel of him being with her. He hit completely different areas this way. She was tighter too, so she enjoyed it more. Every bounce sent shivers through her, a rippling effect of pleasure coursing her body.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder. Her screams seemed to echo through the room as she came. Her back arched and her hands clawed at her hair. She spasmed around his cock and stopped for an instant as she peaked. With a grunt she began her descent, still riding him. He could feel her come swirled around his dick as he thrust into her tightening pussy with urgency. The tension was building inside him, and it released suddenly, filling her. She could feel him quivering beneath her, gasping and shuddering.
Slowly she stilled. His cock was still buried in her as she sat astride him. She seemed to sag a little as she exhaled and looked at him. He met her gaze, deep and level, and she exclaimed, 'Oh. Mister Parkes!'
He glanced through to the bathroom and spied her white dress still lying on the floor. He ran his hand down her left arm, lifting her hand he fondled the band that newly encircled her ring finger. 'Mrs Parkes.'
She turned to face him. A gentle smile swept across her face and her green eyes danced at the sight of him. He hesitated. They'd been together for what seemed like a million times, and he was as comfortable with her as he was with his pet cat. So why was it so awkward all of a sudden? Nothing had really changed, or so he told himself.
He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on top of her shoes. Turning he moved over to the bar. It had been a big day, it passed in a blur. He didn't even know if he'd even eaten anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the drinks. Mixing himself a gin and tonic, he heard her move to the bathroom.
He followed her in there and stood in the doorway while he drank. She was stunning, seeing her today... it took his breath away. And seeing her now... he was inexplicably proud. He's taken a wildcat and managed to convince her to love him and to want to be with him. She was slim, perfectly toned, with shimmering green eyes set in a delicate face, surrounded long blonde hair. Everywhere they went people looked at her. If they saw him they often wondered who he was to be with someone like that. He was about her height, maybe a little shorter, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. He had an alright body, he supposed, but nothing to brag about.
She gasped as she pulled a pin out of her hair and pouted into the mirror. He moved forward and wrapped one hand around her waist, placing the drink on the sink with the other. She moved back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his. Leaving one hand wrapped around her waist, he pushed her hair aside and kissed her gently on the back of the neck, just behind the ear. She smiled and melted into his embrace, eyes closed and head turned slightly to face him. He pulled his face back and began to examine her hair for more pins, removing any as he saw them.
Slowly he ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her hair had been pinned so tightly, and as much as she'd wanted to scratch all day, she couldn't. It was bliss for her. He loved to do little things like this for her. She was so wound up about today. And now it was over she could finally relax. She turned her head over her shoulder and their eyes met. Wrapping his arms around her again, he held her tight for a kiss.
Shivers went down his spine to the soles of his feet the moment his lips touched hers. They were smooth and soft, pressing against his perfectly. They stood there, in the bathroom, like that for what seemed an eternity. Finally she pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel his hand slide around her waist. She moved in for the kiss again. This time it was more demanding of him. She could feel every inch of him, pressed against her. She slowly slid a hand down his chest and left it there, pressed against his heart. She could feel it pulsing through his shirt.
His hand slowly slipped up her back, plucking the hooks at the back of her bodice. He knew he would never get it undone this way, it was just a contrast to feeling skin there. However, she had other ideas.
'Mind if I take this off?' she murmured into his adams apple.
'Is it that uncomfortable?' He asked her. 'You look so amazing in it.'
'I know I do, thats why I chose it,' she grinned at him. 'But its so...' she waved her hands vaguely, 'fatiguing,' she finished.
Her hands stretched around to where his were, and she began pulling ineffectively at the hooks. 'Here,' he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him, 'I'll be quicker.' And he was, within moments it had loosened around her chest and she realised it had restricted her breathing all day. A few more moments and she was free of the dress, and it slid down to the floor.
He let out a small cough in his surprise. One moment he was standing behind her, loosening the dress, the next he was staring at her perfect, smooth arse. She was wearing nothing except a white lace thong and her white stockings, held up by a thick lace band. She put her hand on her hip and breathed hard in relief, before turning to face him with a sexy smile. The wildcat was clearly out.
She slid her hands from his waist, up his chest and sat them on his shoulder, with her forearms planted against his chest as she kissed him teasingly. 'Well Mr Parkes, how about I return the favour?'
Slowly she nibbled at his earlobe, undoing his top button. One hand working the buttons, the other slid down his chest. Her lips fluttered just above her finger tips, her tongue flicking against his taut body occasionally. He tasted slightly salty and of stress, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With a gentle tug she pulled his shirt out of the top of his pants and went to work on his belt. Her nimble fingers undid the clasp, and with a practiced flick of her wrist she tugged it off. She could smell his excitement as she looked up and met his eyes. Her hands found themselves at his knees, and she rose slowly, never breaking eye contact. He could feel her hands move up his legs, across his groin. He expected her to stop and play when she got there, but instead she gave him a quick caress through his pants and continued her journey upwards, sliding her hands under his shirt and all the way to his shoulders.
She kissed him again. More intensely now. He knew exactly what she wanted. Well, truth be told, he'd known since he walked in the door and saw her standing there. Her kisses became harder, more demanding. Usually at this stage his pants would be off, she'd have her hand on his dick. But now her hands were at his shoulders, under the collar of his open shirt. Slowly she moved her hands back and caught his shirt. Her hands slid over his back, arms encircling him as she tugged his shirt off.
As she flung his shirt to the ground he surprised her. Her attention was not on him at that moment, so she squealed as he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and she bounced slightly, looking slightly stunned, staring at him. He stood over her, dark and brooding. She could see him pushing against his pants, and it was at odds with the serious look he wore. She broke into a fit of giggles and he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing neatly beside her.
He leaned up on his elbow and kissed her, deep and full of longing. His hand gently caressed her firm breast. He could feel her nipple poking into the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he closed his mouth around the other nipple and sucked gently. The warmth, moistness and pressure his mouth exerted against her already sensitive nipple made her arch her back, pressing herself into him, and sent shivers through her gut. His hand snaked down her stomach and found her thong. He began caressing her crotch, and he could feel moisture seeping through the lace. She moaned and pushed against him again.
He pulled away from her breast and focused on her underwear. He slipped one hand down each hip, hooking his thumbs over the outside of the thong, and slid it off. She obliged him by lifting her ass off the bed. He ran his hands down the entire length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of the stocking laid so closely to her hard calves, caressing them with his eyes the entire way. He maneuvered til he was kneeling between her legs, facing her. Slipping one hand inside the top of one of her stockings, her slowly rolled it down, gently kissing and nibbling the softer flesh of her thigh as he did so. Flicking the stocking away, he did the same with the other.
Leaning forward he gently nibbled on her stomach, slowly trailing down to her pussy. His hand was gently fingering the slit, gliding through the wetness, barely making contact with her clit. She pushed against his hand, but his finger merely skated over her most sensitive zones. As his mouth moved closer, he began to move two fingers inside her, slowly, gently. He watched as she began to climax for the first time. She back arched, her knees pulled up to her chest. He looked up, hoping to make eye contact, but she was too focused on the headboard of the bed, squealing for real this time.
All she could focus on was herself in that moment. His fingers were pressing repeatedly against her, and she was beginning to come. She gasped and cried out. Satisfied that she was at climax, he decided to push her a little more. Hand still inside her, he buried his face in her pussy and licked greedily, working with his lips and giving the occasional suck. Pushing against him, she came. Hard. Wriggling and writhing on the bed, knees up around her ears. He was stuck in that moment too, tasting the sweetness of her excitement.
He pulled his face away from her, and watched as she stilled herself. She wasn't really responding to his hands anymore. He stretched forward, over her, and kissed her gently. She was still coming down from her orgasm, so responded slowly.
He stood up to take off his pants, sliding them down around his hips. She watched his manhood bounce as it left the confines of his clothing. By the time he had stepped out of his pants, she was sitting at the edge of the bed, eying off his massive cock. He caught sight of her sitting, there, waiting, and grinned, pushing his pelvis out, inviting her to have a taste. She looked up at him, slipping one hand up his thighs. She grazed the back of her hand over his balls, before returning and caressing them in her palm. Slowly she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, giving the slightest pressure. She was more concerned with rubbing as much as she could with her tongue right now, which she did, in long, hard stokes. Her hand alternated between touching his stomach or chest when she could reach it, and stroking the shaft. Her head bobbed as she sucked at him, and his groans made her quiver.
Pulling away suddenly, she glanced up at him. Lips pursed, she pressed them against the tip of his cock and began to stroke him.He pushed against her lips, but she didn't open them. Instead she smirked at him. Frustrated he pushed again. She pulled away and laughed playfully, relenting to stroke him. Lifting his cock, she licked and nibbled the underside, from tip to balls and back again. She made to suck him again, but he pulled away.
Sliding back on the bed, she reclined on her elbows, looking at him from between her legs. A seductive smile crossed her face as she eyed him off. He knelt between her legs again and leaned over her.
'Strange to think that this is the peak of you loving me,' she grinned wickedly. The hellcat again.
'If the last four years are any indication, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after,' he said truthfully. Her wicked grin became a girlish, slightly embarrassed smile. 'I love you.' He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply this time, and as they kissed, he entered her.
She was warm, and moist, and she hugged his cock perfectly. He loved the way she felt around him. This moment, he was absorbed by her. She overwhelmed his senses and they blended as one. They moved as one, him plunging deep into her. Every move he made her legs slid a little more up his back, until they were wrapped around his waist. She loved this part, where they just warmed up. She loved his weight, pressed against her hips, grinding them into the bed. She loved the little grunts he made with every thrust. She loved the way sweat began to pepper his brow, and his eyes glazed as he got lost in the moment. Without this contact, there was no love, and their actions were empty. She knew how to make him quiver with excitement. He loved to be ridden.
'My turn to be in control.' That broke his reverie. He gave her a small kiss, and moved to pull away. She kept her legs wrapped around him, and used his weight to help her move smoothly on top of him.
He had slipped out during that maneuver, so she guided him back inside. She gently rode him, enjoying the sensation of him pressing inside her, loving the feel of him being with her. He hit completely different areas this way. She was tighter too, so she enjoyed it more. Every bounce sent shivers through her, a rippling effect of pleasure coursing her body.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder. Her screams seemed to echo through the room as she came. Her back arched and her hands clawed at her hair. She spasmed around his cock and stopped for an instant as she peaked. With a grunt she began her descent, still riding him. He could feel her come swirled around his dick as he thrust into her tightening pussy with urgency. The tension was building inside him, and it released suddenly, filling her. She could feel him quivering beneath her, gasping and shuddering.
Slowly she stilled. His cock was still buried in her as she sat astride him. She seemed to sag a little as she exhaled and looked at him. He met her gaze, deep and level, and she exclaimed, 'Oh. Mister Parkes!'
He glanced through to the bathroom and spied her white dress still lying on the floor. He ran his hand down her left arm, lifting her hand he fondled the band that newly encircled her ring finger. 'Mrs Parkes.'
Sunday 5 August 2007
The dinner party.
Harry walked into the kitchen. His wife Janine was busy preparing dinner. The house was spotless. Shiny. You could see your reflection in the fridge door.
She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse. Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious. She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him. "Its all ready."
They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."
A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her soft blonde hair.
She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring. But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly, pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he couldn't help but respond.
As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could feel him straining against his jeans as he began to instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench. Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift motion.
His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton. He could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse, moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent down to remove his pants and caught sight of her pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.
He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers against the smooth opening to her pussy, before sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that he sucked at her.
Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster. The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.
Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him standing there, naked from the waist down his hard cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.
She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs parted sightly, a clear invitation.
He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much force as he could to slam straight into her. She screamed. This was more like it. With this position, he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back arching and screaming as she came.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.
A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor. Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry opening the door to them. She checked her reflection in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at the panties she bent down and shoved them under the fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the room.
"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it smells wonderful."
She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse. Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious. She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him. "Its all ready."
They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."
A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her soft blonde hair.
She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring. But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly, pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he couldn't help but respond.
As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could feel him straining against his jeans as he began to instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench. Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift motion.
His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton. He could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse, moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent down to remove his pants and caught sight of her pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.
He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers against the smooth opening to her pussy, before sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that he sucked at her.
Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster. The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.
Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him standing there, naked from the waist down his hard cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.
She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs parted sightly, a clear invitation.
He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much force as he could to slam straight into her. She screamed. This was more like it. With this position, he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back arching and screaming as she came.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.
A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor. Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry opening the door to them. She checked her reflection in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at the panties she bent down and shoved them under the fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the room.
"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it smells wonderful."
Monday 11 June 2007
Daydreams and Deisres - the finale
Daydreams and Desires Part 1
Daydreams and Desires Part 2
Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure centre.
This was too soon after he went down on her, and she moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly. Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips, trying to get him into her faster.
'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'
She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace, breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be distracted from the sensation of him entering her, rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust. Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her, sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.
'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged, slipping between her legs, pushing into her with renewed energy.
Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over her and the proximity made her excitement hard to hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead, kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding his cock up for her.
She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick. With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her. She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands through her hair, showing him every inch of her body, unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly. Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this new position was a combination of riding and rocking. It was a completely different sensation for both of them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas, filling every inch of her.
She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her off him and moved on top of her.
'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true. There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid, rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him. Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration. Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase.
Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy. As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed, partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He stayed in that position for a few moments, before slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their mutual excitement.
He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment. Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her and she closed her eyes for a moment.
'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.' She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan legs being visually caressed.
'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on her desk, turning to follow the blond.
Why are the hot ones always assholes?
Daydreams and Desires Part 2
Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure centre.
This was too soon after he went down on her, and she moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly. Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips, trying to get him into her faster.
'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'
She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace, breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be distracted from the sensation of him entering her, rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust. Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her, sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.
'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged, slipping between her legs, pushing into her with renewed energy.
Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over her and the proximity made her excitement hard to hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead, kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding his cock up for her.
She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick. With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her. She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands through her hair, showing him every inch of her body, unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly. Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this new position was a combination of riding and rocking. It was a completely different sensation for both of them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas, filling every inch of her.
She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her off him and moved on top of her.
'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true. There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid, rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him. Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration. Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase.
Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy. As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed, partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He stayed in that position for a few moments, before slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their mutual excitement.
He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment. Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her and she closed her eyes for a moment.
'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.' She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan legs being visually caressed.
'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on her desk, turning to follow the blond.
Why are the hot ones always assholes?
Friday 8 June 2007
Daydreams and Desires Part II
Part I here
He moved around her body in a different fashion than she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple, taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came back for more.
Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and he hadn't even gone near her pussy.
Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple, and gave it a quick suck in parting.
Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She laid her hand across his, and using light pressure directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it, forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was clear - pay attention to the cunt.
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again, and moved them inside of her.
Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him, inviting him to take more.
He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily, flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips started to gyrate.
She experienced this as an explosion. A series of ripples moved through her body, each more intense than the last. She was taken to another plane. She was vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and began to move up to her again, her breath was coming in shudders.
She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in her ear.
'Enjoy that babe?'
'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still coming, but with less intensity.
'I'm just getting started'.
She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing for the first time since he finished eating her. His pupils were massive, making his normally light green eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he frowned, looking slightly offended.
'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out, licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his hand down to guide himself into her and bring them together again.
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Part 3 here
He moved around her body in a different fashion than she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple, taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came back for more.
Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and he hadn't even gone near her pussy.
Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple, and gave it a quick suck in parting.
Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She laid her hand across his, and using light pressure directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it, forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was clear - pay attention to the cunt.
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again, and moved them inside of her.
Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him, inviting him to take more.
He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily, flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips started to gyrate.
She experienced this as an explosion. A series of ripples moved through her body, each more intense than the last. She was taken to another plane. She was vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and began to move up to her again, her breath was coming in shudders.
She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in her ear.
'Enjoy that babe?'
'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still coming, but with less intensity.
'I'm just getting started'.
She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing for the first time since he finished eating her. His pupils were massive, making his normally light green eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he frowned, looking slightly offended.
'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out, licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his hand down to guide himself into her and bring them together again.
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Part 3 here
Wednesday 6 June 2007
Daydreams and Desires
She stepped out of the shower, skin tingling slightly. The water had been hot, and the room was slightly cold. Frowning, she wondered if it was worth putting the heater on. A smile creased her face as she thought of a better way to warm up.
Wrapping the towel around her, she walked into the bedroom. He lay in the bed, absorbed in something on the tv. She began to towel herself dry and felt, rather than saw, that she had his attention. Glancing over she saw that he was watching her, through half closed eyes. She smiled inwardly, placing one leg up on the bed, facing him, deliberately him a full view of her still-wet pussy.
She rubbed in small circles, paying close attention to her skin. That leg dry, she did the other, in the same fashion. She felt, deep within herself, rather than heard, him make the tiny, deep grunt that meant he was giving in to the tension. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'he can wait a bit'. She continued to dry herself, letting him see every small motion, and imagining that it was his hand, or mouth, or cock against her skin.
Finishing her ministrations, she dropped the towel. Turning away from him, she walked across the room, past the now forgotten television, to collect her moisturiser. Back across the room, to her side again. The tv is off now. No distractions. Still not acknowledging him, she proceeded to rub the lotion into her skin, in the same manner that she dried herself. She was aware that he twitched a bit as she caressed the smooth, milky skin of her inner thighs.
Moisturizing finished, she looked directly at him for the first time. In his eyes she saw lust that mirrored her own. She gave him a lazy smile, and stretched across the bed. She could feel the softness of the mink blanket against her skin. The instant warmth and its texture drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, his weight, his hands pressed into her. The blanket was luxurious and sexy, but it wasn't enough.
She leaned across further and kissed him teasingly. She wanted to draw it out, make it more intense. He kissed her back, with urgency that could not be contained. She stepped up the level of the kiss, caressing his tongue with hers. His mouth was so warm and his tongue so soft, but pushing so hard against hers.
She felt his hand moving up her body. She was unaware as to when he first touched her. Her skin tingled and she felt her nipples harden. His hands were surprisingly soft, but against the silky smoothness of her skin, they felt slightly rough. He gently caressed under her breast, turning his hands over so the backs of his fingers were the first contact. His finger ran up the soft curve, towards her nipple, stopping just short of it. She pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly. She wanted him to keep going.
He complied, leaving his finger there, but reaching over with his thumb to trap her nipple. Leaning up, he kissed her again, with all the urgency he could muster. Letting go of her nipple, he turned his hand over and grasped the soft tissue. It was surprisingly firm and exceedingly sensitive for her. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away again. He reached for her to draw her into the kiss again, but she resisted, instead choosing to nibble the soft spot in his neck. He stopped then, and lay back, lazy all of a sudden, willing to let her explore his body.
And explore she did. Nibbling her way down his Adams apple and his collarbones. Kissing the line between his pecs, she moved sideways. One hand reached out to play on his nipple, while her mouth found the other. She sucked it gently, taking it into her warm, moist mouth. He twitched slightly and she glanced up at him. 'Ticklish' he mumbled. She grinned, and focused on his body again.
Moving further down, she came to his belly button. To one side of it she gently scraped her teeth across his skin. As her teeth came away she quickly flicked him with her tongue, and very slowly sucked, seeming to take an eternity to bring her lips together. He moaned. For real this time. Her hand strayed down his body, while she continued to tease his snail trail more slowly.
Finding his cock she laughed inwardly. She had never felt him so hard. Well, she had, but not this early, and never outside of her. She trailed her hand up the shaft, to the head, and down again, marveling that he was such a perfect size for her. She slowly let go of him, and cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them.
Her mouth was at his cock now. She flicked the shaft a few times with her tongue, each lick closer to the tip. Getting there she looked up at him, smiling. 'Suck it baby,' he moaned. Still looking at him, she softly opened her mouth and slowly moved it down over the head. Only when the whole head was in her mouth, did she apply any suction, gently running her tongue underneath it.
The result was instantaneous. The initial pleasure made him give such a guttural groan that it sent spasms through her body, making her wetter than she already was. The sheer force behind that groan made her want to feel him sliding in her, pounding all the right spots til she screamed. At the same time, he pushed his hips up, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. She ran with it, sucking and stroking, tasting him, feeling the soft skin stretched over the hardness beneath it. All she could smell was his excitement, and it was driving her crazy.
Pulling away, she looked up at him again. He was looking back down at her, appreciating the view. She slowly nibbled down his cock, tasting, feeling and smelling him. He was all around her, all she could focus on, and in that moment, her own desires faded. Pausing she took hold of him, stroking. He gave one hard breath out, before she took one of his testicles into her mouth. He sucked in a lungful of air. She held him in there, in the soft warmth, giving it a very soft suck, and letting it go again. He exhaled with a small moan. She focused on his parts again, softly nuzzling into his crotch to even out the treatment.
It felt soft in her mouth, but at the same time, slightly rough on her tongue. They both genuinely liked teabagging, and she fleetingly wondered if he knew it would happen more if he would trim his hair. It was time for her to glance up at him again, and holding him in her mouth, she began to stroke him. His breath quickened. She knew that he was close.
She held him upright, and licked the underside of his dick in quick flicking motions, all the way up again, pausing at his perfectly shaped head to swirl her tongue around it. As she went to put him in her mouth again he whispered 'no.'
'But I want to.'
'I'm gonna come.'
'Don't you want to?'
'I'm not ready, I want to fuck you first.'
She could feel him quivering in her hand, so she released him, hoping it wasn't too late, and moved up to his face to kiss him.
'But you're gonna come as soon as you're in me.'
'Mmm,' he murmured, 'not if I take a break to explore you first.'
*****
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Wrapping the towel around her, she walked into the bedroom. He lay in the bed, absorbed in something on the tv. She began to towel herself dry and felt, rather than saw, that she had his attention. Glancing over she saw that he was watching her, through half closed eyes. She smiled inwardly, placing one leg up on the bed, facing him, deliberately him a full view of her still-wet pussy.
She rubbed in small circles, paying close attention to her skin. That leg dry, she did the other, in the same fashion. She felt, deep within herself, rather than heard, him make the tiny, deep grunt that meant he was giving in to the tension. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'he can wait a bit'. She continued to dry herself, letting him see every small motion, and imagining that it was his hand, or mouth, or cock against her skin.
Finishing her ministrations, she dropped the towel. Turning away from him, she walked across the room, past the now forgotten television, to collect her moisturiser. Back across the room, to her side again. The tv is off now. No distractions. Still not acknowledging him, she proceeded to rub the lotion into her skin, in the same manner that she dried herself. She was aware that he twitched a bit as she caressed the smooth, milky skin of her inner thighs.
Moisturizing finished, she looked directly at him for the first time. In his eyes she saw lust that mirrored her own. She gave him a lazy smile, and stretched across the bed. She could feel the softness of the mink blanket against her skin. The instant warmth and its texture drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, his weight, his hands pressed into her. The blanket was luxurious and sexy, but it wasn't enough.
She leaned across further and kissed him teasingly. She wanted to draw it out, make it more intense. He kissed her back, with urgency that could not be contained. She stepped up the level of the kiss, caressing his tongue with hers. His mouth was so warm and his tongue so soft, but pushing so hard against hers.
She felt his hand moving up her body. She was unaware as to when he first touched her. Her skin tingled and she felt her nipples harden. His hands were surprisingly soft, but against the silky smoothness of her skin, they felt slightly rough. He gently caressed under her breast, turning his hands over so the backs of his fingers were the first contact. His finger ran up the soft curve, towards her nipple, stopping just short of it. She pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly. She wanted him to keep going.
He complied, leaving his finger there, but reaching over with his thumb to trap her nipple. Leaning up, he kissed her again, with all the urgency he could muster. Letting go of her nipple, he turned his hand over and grasped the soft tissue. It was surprisingly firm and exceedingly sensitive for her. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away again. He reached for her to draw her into the kiss again, but she resisted, instead choosing to nibble the soft spot in his neck. He stopped then, and lay back, lazy all of a sudden, willing to let her explore his body.
And explore she did. Nibbling her way down his Adams apple and his collarbones. Kissing the line between his pecs, she moved sideways. One hand reached out to play on his nipple, while her mouth found the other. She sucked it gently, taking it into her warm, moist mouth. He twitched slightly and she glanced up at him. 'Ticklish' he mumbled. She grinned, and focused on his body again.
Moving further down, she came to his belly button. To one side of it she gently scraped her teeth across his skin. As her teeth came away she quickly flicked him with her tongue, and very slowly sucked, seeming to take an eternity to bring her lips together. He moaned. For real this time. Her hand strayed down his body, while she continued to tease his snail trail more slowly.
Finding his cock she laughed inwardly. She had never felt him so hard. Well, she had, but not this early, and never outside of her. She trailed her hand up the shaft, to the head, and down again, marveling that he was such a perfect size for her. She slowly let go of him, and cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them.
Her mouth was at his cock now. She flicked the shaft a few times with her tongue, each lick closer to the tip. Getting there she looked up at him, smiling. 'Suck it baby,' he moaned. Still looking at him, she softly opened her mouth and slowly moved it down over the head. Only when the whole head was in her mouth, did she apply any suction, gently running her tongue underneath it.
The result was instantaneous. The initial pleasure made him give such a guttural groan that it sent spasms through her body, making her wetter than she already was. The sheer force behind that groan made her want to feel him sliding in her, pounding all the right spots til she screamed. At the same time, he pushed his hips up, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. She ran with it, sucking and stroking, tasting him, feeling the soft skin stretched over the hardness beneath it. All she could smell was his excitement, and it was driving her crazy.
Pulling away, she looked up at him again. He was looking back down at her, appreciating the view. She slowly nibbled down his cock, tasting, feeling and smelling him. He was all around her, all she could focus on, and in that moment, her own desires faded. Pausing she took hold of him, stroking. He gave one hard breath out, before she took one of his testicles into her mouth. He sucked in a lungful of air. She held him in there, in the soft warmth, giving it a very soft suck, and letting it go again. He exhaled with a small moan. She focused on his parts again, softly nuzzling into his crotch to even out the treatment.
It felt soft in her mouth, but at the same time, slightly rough on her tongue. They both genuinely liked teabagging, and she fleetingly wondered if he knew it would happen more if he would trim his hair. It was time for her to glance up at him again, and holding him in her mouth, she began to stroke him. His breath quickened. She knew that he was close.
She held him upright, and licked the underside of his dick in quick flicking motions, all the way up again, pausing at his perfectly shaped head to swirl her tongue around it. As she went to put him in her mouth again he whispered 'no.'
'But I want to.'
'I'm gonna come.'
'Don't you want to?'
'I'm not ready, I want to fuck you first.'
She could feel him quivering in her hand, so she released him, hoping it wasn't too late, and moved up to his face to kiss him.
'But you're gonna come as soon as you're in me.'
'Mmm,' he murmured, 'not if I take a break to explore you first.'
*****
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
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