I grabbed a handful of her thick, beautiful hair and pulled her head up a few inches off the arm of the couch.
"There we go," I said as I slipped my cock into her mouth. I felt her shudder, then move her hand under her nightie and begin to rub her clit. I squeezed her hair tight in my fist again and stopped for just a second to feel the power I had over her at that moment. She was breathing hard through her nose and I could feel her hand moving faster and faster on her pussy.
I pushed my cock forward all the way—slowly, but there was no mistaking that I intended her to swallow the whole thing. I wasn't going to accept anything less than Brett had gotten, and I intended to get a whole lot more besides. Her eyes squinted as I passed the halfway mark, but she never gagged or made any move that suggested she wanted me to stop. When she had taken it all in I moved her head from side to side a little so I could really feel the tip of my prick against her throat—so that I would always remember what it felt like. Then I pulled out completely. The look on her face was pure disappointment, which was hugely gratifying to me.
"Get down on your knees again Anna," I said, maneuvering off of her and standing in front of the couch. She practically fell down, so fast did she try to obey me. I rubbed my cock all over her face, squeezing as much pre-cum as I could onto her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids. Every few seconds she took the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucked it a few times before freeing me again to daub her face with my sperm.
I still remember the feeling of the orgasm rising inside me. It was almost disappointing; I wanted this to go on and on, yet I knew it had to end for it to truly fulfill my fantasies. Anna had me in her mouth and was twirling her tongue around the head of my cock. I started moaning and fucking her mouth faster and faster. I grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her away, and exploded onto her face with the first two blasts. Then I pulled her violently up to her knees and shot three more hot ropes of cum onto those tits whose slave I was, yet which I had also finally mastered.
When I had finished soaking her face and her chest with jizz, she sank back down and slowly licked my cock clean. She was fingering herself while she did it.
That's when I became conscious of the camera whirring to a stop. Brett and Jake were both standing back and looking at me with horror, as if I had just cum on Dave's wife, but without Dave's permission.
Dave lowered the camera. He just stood there for a moment and finally said, "Holy shit that was hot. Do I get a turn now?"
Anna laughed. I noticed that she made no move to wipe off her face. "Nope," she said. "Time for you guys to load the van. If you play well tonight," she said, rubbing the wet spot on Dave's khakis, "you can come home and fuck me during our private screening."
Anna excused herself to take a shower. While the three of us got dressed in silence, Dave talked about how much awesome footage he had gotten, and whether or not he was going to put a soundtrack to it.
Brett and Jake loaded Dave's new amp into the van while Dave said goodbye to Anna up in their apartment. "That Dave sure knows how to throw a party," I heard Brett say. I was at the wheel, thinking. How was I going to deal with never getting to touch those tits ever again?
Just then my phone buzzed, and I saw I had a text from Anna.
"Greedy birthday boy wants you to come by after the show. Don't tell the others."
I guess I wouldn't have to.
The End.
Good Morning
Ian was up before Jenny. He slipped on his sweats and headed to the kitchen. It was 6:30 AM and Ian needed a little extra time to get to the office from Jenny's place. As he walked down the hall, he heard interesting sounds coming from Emily's room. Intriguing...
Through the open door he saw Emily. Although she had on the sheets, he could see her hand moving up and down in a deliberate way that could only mean one thing. Not wanting to be intrusive, but not wanting to miss out, Ian dawdled by the open door. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He was not fully erect, but he was way beyond spongy. Emily's eyes were closed. Ian enjoyed this unexpected surprise but he knew the right thing. He quietly eased away from the door and made a beeline to the coffee maker.
Jenny heard Ian getting out of bed, but did not get up immediately. She liked planning her day before it started. After a few minutes of contemplation, she slithered into her long nightshirt, stretched and yawned, and followed Ian.
As Jenny walked past Emily bedroom, she heard the same noises that Ian had. She and Emily had been roommates for quite a while. She knew Emily like getting "caught." Jenny played along. The day always started better with a little thrill show. Emily tossed off her sheets and slid her panties to one side. She stroked her pussy with purpose. Teasingly she tasted her sticky fingers with silent acknowledgment to her roommate. She knew Jenny loved watching.
With the skill of a surgeon, she spread her lips with her index and ring fingers and jabbed her middle finger in her hot hole. A wave of electricity shot through her body. Damn that felt good. Her need was urgent. Emily probed with two fingers, and then with three. Each thrust was longer and deeper. She worked her clit in circular motions. Her senses were fully alert. Every neuron was firing.
Her tits needed attention. She grabbed her ample breasts, one in each hand. She kneaded them tenderly, working her fingers to her erect nipples. She pulled them toward the ceiling and gave each a deliberate twist. Jenny heard her sigh. But Emily's real desire was in the southern region. Her lips were swollen, her clit was hard, and her breathing was heavy. She was very close. She tilted her hips and thrust her fingers. She was at the edge of glory. Her throbbing and pulsing was consuming. Nothing could distract her. She loved cuming.
Her fingers lingered, lackadaisically stroking her clit and pulling her tender folds. Her senses were reawakened - she needed more. Emily rolled over and lifted her ass, assuming the doggy position. Leaving her head on the pillow, she moved her right hand between her legs and started working her pussy from bottom to top. She reached her left hand over her hip and started gently probing her puckered rim. She drilled her pussyed fingers deep. It was too much to handle. "I'm cuming, oh God, I...'m...CUMING..."
Jenny was fully aroused. Her tits stood at attention. Her thing was gooey. But she resisted the temptation to fondle. She counseled herself... "Patience..., patience."
* * * * *
Ian poured himself a cup of coffee and started reading the New York Times on his iPad. How the hell could Jenny afford a Midtown Manhattan apartment like this? It must've cost millions. There was a Concierge and a doorman for God sakes. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed an amazing cityscape and river-view. The kitchen was appointed with a massive Subzero refrigerator. The granite countertops and mahogany cabinets were a stunning combination. The wall hangings were not framed posters - they were signed and original pieces. Classic furniture adorned the Brazilian hardwood floors; Portuguese limestone in the bathroom, the place looked like this month's feature in Architectural Digest.
Ian was an investigative attorney for the Securities and Exchange Commission. There was no way he could ever afford anything like this. She must've had a very rich aunt. Maybe she had a killer job. She was smart and good-looking, maybe she could afford it on her own income?
He didn't know much about her. They met a couple of months ago through a friend of a friend. He doesn't even remember who introduced them. In fact, beside the drunken sex they had in his hotel room, he doesn't remember much about when and why they met. But oh well, he thought to himself, "We sure do get along, don't we?"
"I thought I heard you coming. I poured you a cup of coffee," said Ian. "I am going to grab a shower. There was a market meltdown yesterday. They're calling it the Flash Crash. My team is being deployed to DC. We've got to figure out if it was some colossal clerical error or if some hedge fund guy engineered this crisis."
"Okay, thanks for the coffee. I'll be there in a minute," said Jenny still a little distracted.
* * * * *
Ian came out of the en suite b
athroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Emily standing in the open bedroom doorway looking at Jenny as she seductively fingered herself on the bed. Emily loved watching, Jenny loved being watched; Ian was glad to be part of the festivities.
He dropped his towel and sat beside Jenny. They kissed deeply and passionately. In order to get a better view, Emily moved to the wingback chair in front of the morning-lit window. She slightly her parted legs, felt her nipples grow taut, and caressed her tender pussy.
Jenny moved from Ian's lips to his fully erect cock. Jenny was expert at many things, but she especially excelled at giving head. She licked his full-length, spending extra time on the sensitive area just below his fully engorged head. She pumped her hand up and down taking control of the pace. She could taste his sweet pre-come and squeezed the base of his shaft to ensure his load was preserved.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and invited Ian forward. He positioned himself for a full assault. Jenny's legs shot up exposing her dripping cunt. He gingerly placed his engorged head on Jenny's parted and puffy pussy lips and fed the first several of his 8 inches in her. Judging that she was ready for more, he pushed forward. She enveloped him completely.
He quickened to a locomotive-like rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on Jenny's brow. Their movements were synchronized - the moment was building. Jenny always knew when Ian was close; it felt like his head doubled in size, filling her completely. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so god damn gooood..."
They both heard Emily's murmurs of pleasure. "Yeah... Ian... FUCK her, fuck her good."
Jenny's contracting milking was too much for Ian. His balls tightened, his hips flexed, his cock spasmed. It was like the Beatles song "Come together, right now, over me." In unison the three were simultaneously orgasming. Words cannot replace the power of love.
Jenny and Ian (and Emily) were spent. A long sensual kiss ensued. Ian's body slackened collapsing onto Jenny. Their rapid breathing and elevated heart rates subsided. They did not uncouple. Gravity took control.
Today held promise.
The End.
Living a Lie
Karen walked into the cottage and shivered. The April showers and stiff breeze may be making it chilly outside but the empty silence inside was palpable and made the interior of the cottage feel colder than the early spring evening warranted.
She shrugged off her jacket and walked into the living room, staring glumly at the state of the place. It had always been so clean and tidy when Sue was here but that had been 3 months ago and there had been a steady decline in housework ever since.
The only thing that got cleaned regularly were the glass doors to the wood burning stove. Karen found this a chore but loved to get lost staring into the flames and this wasn't possible if the doors were dirty.
Kneeling in front of the fire she scrunched up some old newspaper, added some kindling and a handful of coal and touched a match to the edge of the paper, leaving it to catch as she ambled upstairs to get changed out of her work clothes.
Her bedroom was a bigger tip than the living room. There were clothes strewn all around, some dirty, some clean, with barely any carpet visible.
Sitting down on the bed she sighed deeply wondering how things had ever gotten this bad; how had she not realised how depressed she was and how it was changing her behaviour?
At work she was determined to be the same old Karen, she hadn't even told them about Sue leaving, but at home it was different and the mask slipped away. Here she was surrounded by memories of their last 2 years together, 2 years that whilst not always perfect were spent loving each other, until 3 months ago, out of the blue, Sue had announced that she was leaving. Fuck!
Just as she'd pulled on a pair of jeans and a t shirt the phone rang, causing her to scan the room for evidence as to where it might be hiding under the detritus, eventually finding it and hitting the answer button.
'Hey Karen, how you doing girl?'
'Oh hi Lisa, I'm ok, how about you?'
'I bumped into Sue in town today so don't give me any of that "I'm fine" crap! Jesus Kaz we're supposed to be buddies and yet I find out that you guys split up months ago and you didn't even think to mention it? I've seen you at least 3 or 4 times since then and not a word!
You're either really absolutely fine – which I doubt, or you're in serious denial – which is possible, or more likely you're absolutely heart broken but didn't want to bother anyone!'
'Oh' and with that Karen's tears started and she was sobbing incoherently down the phone to her friend.
'Hold on Kaz, I'm on my way. Be there in 15 mins traffic permitting' and the line went dead.
Karen hauled herself up off the bed as she heard Lisa's car scrunch on the gravel drive, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on an old pair of socks she found on the floor.
As she opened the door to her friend she was startled at the look of horror on Lisa's face.
'Jesus H Christ Kaz, you look like you've been run over by a fucking bus and what the hell happened in here – did you get burgled?!' Lisa was never one to mince her words.
'When was the last time you ate something?'
'Lunchtime today'
'and what did you eat?'
'I wasn't very hungry, I just had a bag of crisps'
'and before then?'
The look of bewilderment told Lisa everything she needed to know. Karen didn't look like she'd had a proper meal in weeks, so she swooped into the cottage and descended on the washing up like a dervish.
'Karen Honey, I'm gonna make you something to eat but if I cook in this kitchen you're gonna get food poisoning. Why don't you go and take a nice long hot bath while I clean up and by the time you re-emerge I'll have conjured up some food.
Then you can tell me all about it, ok?'
Karen just nodded and headed dutifully toward the stairs to go and run a bath; it was kind of nice being told what to do by someone who cared.
As she climbed out of the bath and back into some clothes she could smell something wonderful drifting up the stairs, making her stomach growl loudly.
"When was the last time I ate a proper meal?" she asked herself as she wandered down into the kitchen to find Lisa tending to a bubbling pan.
'Nothing fancy I'm afraid cos your cupboards are pretty bare, but I managed to scare up the ingredients for some spicy tomato sauce and the pasta will be done in about 5 minutes, so grab some cutlery and go and sit down.'
A few minutes later Karen was presented with a steaming bowl of pasta, covered in fragrant, spicy tomato sauce. She ate with gusto, wolfing down every scrap until the bowl was clean.
Lisa took the empty bowl from her hands, deposited it into soapy water in the kitchen sink and sat on the sofa beside Karen.
'Feel a bit better?'
'Thanks Lisa, I think I really needed that.'
'There's plenty more sauce so stick it in the fridge once it's cool and you have a ready meal for another time. Now – what the hell's going on mate?'
So Karen started to explain the whole sorry saga. There had been no big fight, no falling out, no infidelity, but Sue was still lying to her family, her work colleagues and more than a few old friends about their couple status.
Basically she wasn't ready to come out of the closet but also couldn't cope with the lies and deceit any more.
Other than friends they had made as a couple or people she had been introduced to by Karen, just about everyone else thought that they were living together as friends and house mates, not as the couple they had been for the last 2 years.
Finally Sue stated that although she loved Karen, she couldn't live a lie any more and then she left. Karen hadn't seen or heard from her since and didn't even know where she was living.
Karen was crying again by the time she finished, the hurt of that day rushing back into her soul and crushing her spirit all over again.
Lisa sat holding her sobbing friend until she finally ran out of tears.
'Oh Karen, I'm so b
loody sorry. You two were so good together, I thought you'd be partners for life; did you know she was still in the closet?'
'Yeah, but it didn't seem to be a problem. Sue didn't see her family very often and I assumed that she'd tell them eventually when she was ready. I guess she just didn't love me enough to do it for the sake of our relationship.
I was her first female partner and she still thinks of herself as a straight woman who had a bit of a "glitch" in her life because she fell in love with another woman. Maybe she's right, maybe she really is straight and our relationship was just an aberration.
I still love her and much as she's hurt me badly, I just hope she finds happiness in the end.'
'That's bloody magnanimous of you under the circumstances, I'm not sure I'd be so pleasant if it was me in your shoes.
I'm not sure if I should tell you this – I certainly don't want to give you any false hope, but I'm pretty sure she really does still love you. When I bumped into her my initial words were "Hi, how you doing, where's Karen?" to which she hung her head, stated that you'd split up, started crying and ran for the door!'
'I know she still loves me, she told me as much, just not enough apparently.' and with that Karen burst into tears again.
They spent the rest of the evening watching mindless TV and discussing any topic other than Sue and why she left and eventually Karen started to feel a bit more like her old self again. It was good to have company and Lisa was never one to allow too much self pity.
Once Lisa had left Karen went straight to bed and had the best night's sleep she'd had since she'd been sleeping on her own, waking the next day feeling more refreshed and positive than she had for a while. She got up early, shopped for groceries and spent the rest of the day cleaning and tidying until the cottage gleamed from top to bottom.
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