by R L Singer
“I know… but I want to,” he kissed the tip of the cock’s head before he started to lick and suck it.
Ashley had given a few blowjobs, who hadn't? But she had never stopped to think how the guy really felt when a woman got his dick deep in her mouth. Now she understood why they loved it so much. The feeling was amazing, mind-blowing, and if he didn’t stop, she was going to explode deep inside his throat.
But he didn’t stop, he speeded his pace, taking her as deep as possible while his hands played with her balls until she was panting hard.
“Please… you’ll make me come…” she warned her, trying to pull out of his mouth.
“I want you to,” he replied, sucking harder.
His words, combined with his sucking, were more than enough to make her come with a powerful explosion of pleasure, while she poured her essence deep inside him. He sucked every single drop of cum that oozed out of her before he got up with a pleased smile, wiping the corner of his mouth.
“This was hot. It feels amazing being able to give so much pleasure to someone,” he said, pulling her head down and kissing her.
“Yes… I know the feeling,” Ashley nodded, kissing him back, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and stealing his breath away.
Amazingly, her cock didn’t take much time to come back to life and soon she was ready for more and she didn’t make him wait any longer.Picking him in her arms, she slammed his back against the wall at the same time she thrust her hard cock deep inside him, ripping a heartfelt moan from his lips.
“Oh… yes… if feels so good to be buried inside you…” she moaned, nuzzling his neck as she started to thrust in and out of him, going faster and deeper with each thrust.
She wanted to take him to paradise the same way he had taken her, and she set her mind to it, speeding her pace until she had him sobbing out loud while the waves of pleasure crashed over him. Ashley hadn't expected to come again so soon, but witnessing his pleasure and feeling how her walls squeezed her hard cock was more than enough to make her come once more.
Gideon collapsed on her chest and they stayed there for a few minutes while they recovered their breath and the waves subsided.After a while, Gideon slid out of her and they helped each other to shower.
The sun was up in the sky and they had had a long night. It was time to get some rest. Gideon shut all the windows’ blinds, darkening the room.
“We better get some sleep. I want to take you to a nightclub tonight. They’re having an awesome party and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun,” he said, crawling into bed with her and cuddling next to her.
“That sounds like fun,” she mumbled, closing her eyes, suddenly too tired for anything else.
By the time they opened their eyes again, the sun was setting on the horizon and the house was in complete silence. The cleaning crew had left the place spotless and pristine.
“Where would you like to get dinner tonight?” he asked her, while he prepared a cappuccino in his coffee maker.
“I need… I mean, you need to go back to the residency and get some clean clothes if you want us to go out tonight,” she warned him.
“I hadn't thought of that. Do you have a dress elegant enough for the ‘Queen of Hearts Club’?” he asked her, handing her a cup with lots of sweet cream on top.
“You want to take me to the ‘Queen of Hearts’?” she asked, surprised.
She had heard about the club. It was quite exclusive and expensive as well. Not all people were able to enter the place.
“Yes. My father was a member there and I kind of inherited the membership,” he explained, shrugging.
“They always throw amazing parties. I’m sure you’ll love them,” Gideon added, with an alluring grin.
“Oh, I have no doubt of that, but I don’t own a dress good enough for that place,” Ashley assured him.
He took a sip of his cappuccino.
“I know… my sister is always leaving her clothes here when she comes to visit. I’m sure I can find something to wear,” he said, with a wide smile.
“You can’t do that,” she protested.
“She’s my sister, of course, I can.”
“But it’s my body.”
“Not for now.” He winked an eye at her. “For now it’s my body and I’ll wear whatever I want,” he replied, with a firm tone.
“Your sister will be mad at you,” she warned him.
“No, she won’t. She loves me too much,” he assured her, leaning forward and licking some cream from her lips.
She moaned and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
“Now, all we have to decide is where to go for dinner,” he said when she finally released his lips.
“You choose. You must know a lot more places than I do. I usually eat on campus,” Ashley told him with a scowl. Her social life was almost inexistent.
“Italian or French?” he asked, smiling.
“Come to think of it, there’s a place I’ve always wanted to take you,” she said, changing her mind. “It’s a small Mediterranean restaurant, not far from campus. Their food is simply divine and I’m sure you’ll love it,” she said, smiling back.
“That sounds great.”
He nodded.
They took a shower and Ashley helped him to get a dress for the night, doing his hair and putting some makeup on him, though he didn’t seem very pleased with the whole idea.
“You have to, especially if you plan on going to the ‘Queen of Hearts’,” she insisted until he finally let her.
They left the house around 09:00 pm and as she expected, Gideon loved the place. He asked for marinara pasta and she asked her whole time favorite: a delicious moussaka, with the softest lamb meat she had ever eaten. She gave him some to try and he had to admit it tasted delicious.
“They prepare a roasted lamb shank that’s simply to die for,” she assured him.
“How did you find this place?” he asked her, amused with her enthusiasm.
“A friend brought me, last year, for my birthday. I have come a few more times alone, after that. I love trying other countries’ food,” she explained, smiling.
“It’s a very nice place, that’s for sure.”
After dinner, they went to the club and Ashley had a lot of fun entering the place as if she owned it, with Gideon by her hand. They had a great time that night. The party was fabulous and they danced the whole night, sometimes together, others exchanging partners. She could tell by the expression on his face, Gideon wasn’t very pleased with his male partners. He wasn’t used to being groped on a dance floor.
“You always have to put up with that kind of behavior?” he asked, grumbling.
She chuckled.
“Not always, but yes, many times. Most men think when a woman says yes to dancing, she’s saying yes to other things,” she explained.
“That’s wrong,” he said, laying his head on her chest and closing his eyes for a few moments, enjoying the protection of her arms. It was hard being a woman.
The sun was coming up in the sky when they left the club. Gideon took her to a nice coffee shop for breakfast, before they headed back to his place. He opened the door for her and turned to grab her, the minute the door closed behind them.
“I’ve spent the whole night wanting to do this,” Gideon said, as he pulled her head down and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.
“My feelings exactly.”
She picked him in his arms and carried him to the bedroom, where she spent the next couple of hours feasting on his delicious pussy and relishing on the world of pleasure and bliss they conjured when they were together.
That night, she cooked for them and they spent the night talking about each other and their families. She wasn’t very happy to know he would be leaving college in a few months but he appeased her quickly, letting her know he already had a job waiting for him right there, in that same town.
“That’s great,” Ashley told him, with a shy smile.
“Would you h
ave missed me?” he asked her, kissing her forehead.
“Yes, very much,” she assured him.
“We’ve wasted too much time hiding from each other,” he grumbled.
“It wasn’t the right time,” Ashley said, shrugging.
That night they made love as if there was no tomorrow, and Ashley had to admit she felt exactly that way. She was sure they would swap back and that he would lose all interest in her.
And they did swap during the night. On Monday morning, when she woke up, she was back on her own body. Gideon was no longer in bed with her and she closed her eyes, for a few moments not sure how to interpret it. But before she could think much, the bedroom door opened up and he entered carrying a tray with breakfast.
“Hi, sleeping beauty… ready for breakfast in bed?” he asked, putting the tray in front of her and climbing into bed next to her.
“Oh… this looks delicious,” she mumbled as she looked at him. “You did all this?” she asked, looking at the scrambled eggs, the crispy bacon, the croissants, the ham…
He chuckled.
“No… my housekeeper did it for me, but I helped,” he confessed, picking a piece of bacon from the plate. “I thought we deserved a treat before facing college this morning.”
She laughed and nodded.
“True… we have to go back to the real world.”
They ate amongst jokes and teases and when they were finally done, he picked the tray and guided her to the bathroom.
“We need a shower, don’t you think?” he asked, with a sensuous grin on his face.
“Do we have time?” she asked, with a slight frown, before she started brushing her teeth.
“I’ll be fast,” he promised, pushing his hard cock against her hips, while he pulled the t-shirt she was wearing up.
“Gideon… we don’t have time for that…” she protested, but there was no conviction in her tone, especially when he cupped her breasts and clamped her hard nipples.
“There’s always time for this,” he assured her kissing and nibbling her earlobe.
Before she was able to even think, he had his big, thick cock buried deep inside her and he was dragging her down the path to paradise, with fast, deep thrusts, until they both exploded in a powerful orgasm.
They got to college just in time, and Ashley hated to say goodbye to him. They hadn’t had much time to talk and she felt a bit abandoned, but when she exited her last class, he was there, waiting for her, leaning against his car. Sally, her friend looked at her with a naughty grin on her face.
“It looks like someone wants more.”
“Sally, please,” Ashley protested but she was so happy to see him, she didn’t mind.
“Have fun girl,” her friend said as she waved goodbye.
“Hi, beauty. I thought you might want to have dinner with me,” he said when he closed the distance between them.
Ashley smiled and nodded.
Things were still very new, but her feelings for him hadn’t changed. She was still in love with him and he seemed very interested as well… anything could happen and she was more than willing to give it a shot. Life was suddenly brighter and she was loving every second of it.
How To Get Pregnant
In 24 Hours
“Boss, I need to go home right now,” my secretary’s voice sounded on the other side of the line.
“What’s going on, Marian?” I asked, frowning. It was a Monday morning and like all Mondays, we were collapsed with work.
“I have a small emergency at home right now and I have to go,” she insisted.
“What kind of emergency, Marian? We’re swamped with work and you know it,” I replied with a cold tone.
“I know, but I won’t be long. Three hours - tops. But I really have to go.”
“What kind of emergency is that?” I ranted.
Marian ended the phone call and seconds later she was entering my office.
“I’m ovulating, Gideon. Right now. And I need to get home to get into bed with my husband to see if I can finally get pregnant,” she explained, blatantly. “I will be back as soon as possible.”
“You have to be kidding me,” I let out, astonished. “You’re leaving your work to go get fucked?”
“I want to have a baby and, in order to have a baby, I need to get pregnant. And if this is what I need to do to get pregnant, then I will,” she ranted, obviously a bit upset by my attitude. “You, as a man, have no idea how hard it is for a woman wanting to get pregnant and not being able to. You should be in my position and see how it feels,” she added before she turned around and left the room.
I went after her, just to see her going out the door, carrying her purse. I went back to work, determined to fire her from her job for her lack of responsibility. I couldn’t accept her to run off every time she wanted to get laid with her husband.
I took a seat at my desk, furious, deciding to call for one of the girls from the transcription department to help me out will all the work I had. Five minutes later, a girl came up and I resumed my work. Of course, things weren’t as smooth as when I had my secretary. Marian returned after lunch and I decided to call her to my office.
“How can I help you?”
“If you ever do that again, consider yourself fired,” I warned her, in a cold tone.
“You can’t do that. I’m under medical treatment to get pregnant. If you try to fire me, I will drag your ass through all the courts in this country,” she threatened me.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked her, truly surprised with her behavior.
“Nothing is the matter with me. I just want to get pregnant. I wish you could be a woman for a day, trying to get pregnant at all costs to see how it feels,” she said, through gritted teeth. “So don’t judge me when you can’t possibly understand how it feels,” she added, walking out of my office and going back to work.
I decided not to push the subject, but I wasn’t happy. Good thing it was Friday and she would have the whole weekend to take care of those urges. Or so I hoped.
We left the office late that night, trying to do as much as we could and I was in a very bad mood when I finally took a seat behind the wheel. I hated when things didn’t go as I planned.
I drove home still upset but determined to forget about it for the weekend. I truly hoped Marian would get pregnant quickly so I wouldn’t have this situation repeated. Why she would want to get pregnant, though, was beyond my comprehension.
I got home and, after a relaxing shower, I ate the dinner my housekeeper had left me and went to my study to work for a little longer but I gave up soon after that. I was too tired and I was having trouble keeping my eyes opened.
I felt as if I had just closed my eyes when I woke up. But I wasn’t in bed, though I was still wearing my pajamas pants. I was on a beach, I could hear the waves crashing on the sandy shores and I could even smell the saltiness of the sea air. But I was surrounded by a thick mist that didn’t allow me to see much of what was around. A snort sounded behind me and I turned to see who was there.
“So, you think getting pregnant is not important,” a woman’s voice sounded and, for a moment, I wasn’t able to see anyone. But seconds later, a woman’s figure materialized in front of me and the mist disappeared completely.
The woman was beautiful, probably the most beautiful one I had ever seen in my life, with long platinum hair down her back up to her waistline. She had the fairest skin and her eyes were so blue they looked like two shining sapphires. She was wearing some sort of diaphanous dress that covered her whole body down to her feet.
“Who are you?” I asked, mesmerized.
“Who I am is not important,” she replied in a tone that clearly oozed disdain through every word. “I am just the instrument the gods decided to send to teach you a lesson, Gideon.”
I frowned. This was a really weird dream. “What lesson?”
“To respect women. To respect their maternal instincts. You wouldn’t be here tonight if your m
other had not gotten pregnant,” the woman pointed out, waving a finger in front of my face.
“I respect women, but they also have to respect their working hours. I understand they want to get pregnant but that can’t affect their work.”
“Why not? How can work be more important than fulfilling such a natural need in almost all women?”
“I don’t know if it’s more important, but I do know you must respect your working hours. If you can’t, maybe you should rethink your priorities,” I insisted.
“You will never get it right.” The disdain in her tone was even more obvious.