S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  I stepped past her and into the living room. As I turned to face her, she gazed at me blankly, as if she was uncertain of what to do. Obviously waiting for me to make the first move, she stood in wait, looking far more innocent than I suspected she truly was. As she twisted her hips to the side, I reached for her neck and pulled her into me.

  The kiss that followed wasn’t as special as the one in the restaurant, and I suspected none would ever be, but it was apparently enough to lead her to believe I had opened the door, sexually speaking.

  She reached for my belt and fumbled with the buckle as we kissed. Quite sure she’d never get it unbuckled without my help, I reached down and pulled against the belt, freeing the leather strap from the buckle.

  Now grabbing for the button on my jeans with one hand and rubbing my back with the other, she kissed me as if she believed it would be our last. Within a few seconds my jeans were unbuttoned, and she quickly shoved her hand deep into my pants.

  As her hand wrapped around my swollen shaft, she pulled her mouth from mine, leaned away slightly, and widened her eyes.

  “Holy crap,” she said as she shifted her eyes toward her hand.

  After a few tugs, she freed my now completely rigid cock from its confinement. She began to stroke it slowly, leaned forward, and raised herself up on her tip-toes. Within a few seconds we were well into an extremely sensual kiss, and I slipped my hand along her back and gripped her ass tightly. As I kneaded her butt in my hand, she began to moan wildly.

  She pulled away, made eye contact, and exhaled a choppy breath. I either had my hands on one very one wild woman, or she was clearly as sexually frustrated as I was. Slightly confused and a little uncertain on which it may be, I dismissed her elevated sexual tension to a long period of abstinence, which was something I could certainly relate to.

  As much as I wanted to perform for her, and as important as it was for me to satisfy her completely, I realized actually being with a woman, and especially Sienna, would be enough of a turn-on to cause me to reach climax pretty promptly.

  Still slowly stroking my cock as she gazed into my eyes, she lowered herself onto her knees. There was no way I would last for any length of time if she was going to suck me off, and realized I should object to her doing so, but for some reason the words never came.

  I eagerly watched her delicately wrap her lips around the swollen head of my dick. Fighting to pull my jeans further along my thighs as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft, she eventually became frustrated and pulled away. As she softly stroked my throbbing shaft in her delicate hand, she glanced upward and smiled.

  “We’re both adults, right?” she asked.

  I gazed beyond my twitching cock and fixed my eyes on her. “I suppose so.”

  Her mouth was formed into a full-on pout, as if she was truly in need of assistance. “Can you help a girl out? Like maybe take off your jeans and boots?”

  “Anything else?” I asked in a sarcastic tone as I pressed the sole of my right boot against the heel of my left one.

  She released my cock, stood, and promptly removed her shorts. Before I got my other boot off, she was standing in front of me completely naked. As my eyes met hers, her mouth curled into a smile.

  “Yeah, there’s one other thing,” she said as she turned and bent over the arm of the couch. “Make me scream your name.”

  Just remember, you asked for this…

  SIENNA

  November 9th, 2014

  Reading a book on how to cook may assist with the preparation of dinner, and reading a book about landscape architecture might provide ideas on the development of a great looking flower garden, but no amount of MC Romance novels could have prepared me for being fucked by Vince.

  A book hadn’t been written yet to accurately describe how he was making me feel.

  “Who’s fuckin you?” he bellowed.

  “Vince!” I shouted as he shoved his cock into me once again.

  With each powerful stroke, I felt like I was being impaled. Not only was I well out of practice at having sex, but his dick was thick, long, and far beyond what I could describe as hard. As he held himself deep inside of me and ground his hips against my ass, his balls began to massage my clit.

  I’m never going to make it. The head of his dick feels like it’s pounding against the bottom of my heart. I’m going to die right here and collapse on the couch, death by a cock induced heart attack.

  “And whose big fat cock is in that sweet little pussy of yours?” he asked as the palm of his hand came down sharply against my ass.

  I gripped the cushion of the couch in my hand and squeezed it tightly as I opened my eyes and glanced over my shoulder.

  We had been fucking for longer than I cared to guess, and my legs were weak and felt like rubber. Much to my surprise, he hadn’t reached orgasm, and I wondered just how much longer he could make it.

  He widened his eyes and raised his hand. As it hovered above my ass, I grinned and waited. My tingling clit provided all of the mental support I needed to stay right where I was for as long as he would allow me to.

  “Whose?” he growled.

  I blinked my eyes and silently studied his muscular torso. He was covered in sweat and every muscle was tensed. I was truly in heaven, and Vince was my big dicked biker angel. After a few seconds of eye contact, his face washed with faux anger and his hand came down.

  Smack!

  I winced in pain as his hand slapped against my butt cheek. I truly loved being fucked doggie style, but not being able to watch him was sheer torture.

  “Say it!” he shouted.

  I turned, lowered my head into the edge of the couch and bit into the cushion.

  “Vince’s,” I said through my teeth.

  “God damned right it is,” he grunted as he began to fuck me again.

  The sound of our sweaty flesh colliding was music to my ears. Something I had yearned to hear for almost six months, and now was quite sure I would never be able to live without, it provided me a reminder of just who was in charge.

  And it was time he took charge and ended this escapade before he killed me.

  “Fuck me, Vince!” I screamed into the fabric of the pillow.

  His pace increased, pounding his hips into my ass and slowly driving the couch an inch or two across the floor with each thrust of his hips. The smell of his sweat, cologne, and the sweet scent of sex filled my nostrils, bringing me closer to orgasm, and undoubtedly closer to collapsing.

  “Fuck me, Vince!” I shouted again, the sound muffled by the pillow my head was buried into.

  As he continued forcing himself deep into me, I felt a slight tug against my hair. As I wondered if he was going to actually pull it, he began to. My one true weakness, at least that I was aware of, was having my hair pulled. If a man knew how to do it, and do it right, it was about as pleasurable as anything…

  Oh dear God. Ding, Ding. Ding.

  It was immediately obvious Vince knew how to do it right.

  My back arched and my neck craned as he filled me with dick and continued to push the couch toward the wall.

  “No, fuck me!” I wailed.

  And that was all it took.

  He began to powerfuck me, pulling my hair the entire time he did so. After a few seconds, there was no sound, no smell, only the feeling of him inside of me and our two bodies becoming one mechanical sexual machine. After a few more seconds of him fucking me and forcing me and the couch across the floor in the process, I was about to come loose at the seams. As my entire body began to shake and my legs began to tremble, the couch hit the wall.

  And he continued.

  “My little pussy,” he grunted as he held himself deep inside of me.

  My clit began to tingle and my nipples ached as I reached a level of climax I never knew existed. At the same time I felt myself contract around his shaft, his cock began to swell. I arched my back, allowed a moan to scape my lungs, and almost immediately felt him explode inside of me. His groans of plea
sure confirmed he felt the same way I did.

  The labored sound of his breathing continued for a moment as I attempted to collect my thoughts. Within a few seconds, his chest pressed against my back and he released my hair from his grasp.

  I felt his mouth kiss along the back of my shoulder, up along my neck, and eventually reach my ear. His warm breath on my neck was a relaxing change to an otherwise intense sexual romp.

  “Whose pussy?” he whispered into my ear.

  “Yours…” I breathed.

  And there was no doubt what I said was true.

  My pussy, my heart, and my soul…

  All belonged to Vince.

  VINCE

  February 14th, 2015

  Sienna and I had continued our ritual of eating out on Sunday’s for lunch, and often went together to my mother’s house in the late afternoon for dinner. When the weather was nice, we typically met at the establishment because I was on my motorcycle, and even though the warm winter days were warm enough for me, they were never warm enough for her. On this particular day, the forecast had called for cold enough weather that my bike was locked in her garage, and we intended to ride in her car.

  I stepped from the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked toward the vanity to shave my neck. My beard was now pretty long, and according to Sienna, was the best aphrodisiac ever. I never understood the fascination some women had with beards, but I wasn’t one to argue with her, especially after she described herself as weak when it came to having sex with me while I had a full beard.

  She had proven to be the best possible sexual match for me, and although my deep sexual desires were never met – or even discussed – with Natalie, I had no deep desires with Sienna, everything was a reality.

  After shaving my neck, pulling on a pair of jeans, and grabbing a white tee shirt, I walked from the bedroom and into the living room while unfolding the shirt. Sienna appeared comfortable on her back with her Kindle held in the air, still dressed in a pair of pink plaid pajamas and matching pink plaid house shoes. Hanging over her shoulders and draped onto the couch, her hair looked perfect, as always.

  Engrossed in her book, and unaware I had even entered the room, she continued to read as I walked across the room. As I pulled the shirt over my head, I paused and said what I was thinking.

  “You’re pretty,” I said.

  She lowered her Kindle onto her chest, draped her head over the side of the couch, and cleared her throat. “I’m always prettier with your big dick in my mouth. You know that, right?”

  There was no doubt Sienna was different than most women in almost all respects, and sex certainly wasn’t excluded from the differences. She didn’t care much for me making slow, kind, caring passionate love to her.

  Sienna liked being fucked.

  And, as fate would have it, I liked fucking her.

  I pulled my shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and admired her for a short moment. The mid-day sunlight made her hair even more beautiful than it was in its absence. Impatient, as always, she released the Kindle from her grasp, opened her mouth, and extended both her thumbs in the air.

  “Do it,” she said.

  I really didn’t need any more of an invitation to stick my cock in her mouth. My only problem, if it was truly a problem, was that I was incapable of lasting more than a few minutes while watching her suck my dick, and for whatever reason, I was incapable of closing my eyes while she did so. It simply felt too damned good and she looked great doing it. As a result, almost immediately following her performance on me orally, I would pull out of her mouth and start fucking her. I suspected she was well aware wrapping her soft lips around the head of my dick wasn’t a prerequisite to having sex, but her doing it always seemed to lead to me fucking her.

  Her consistent offering to suck my cock stood as a pretty solid indication that she used her oral skills to coerce me to have sex with her.

  Either way, the process was something we both seemed to enjoy immensely.

  I kicked my jeans to the side, gripped my cock in my hand, and began to stroke it while I walked toward her. Laying on her back with her head dangling off the side of the couch, I knew not only that I’d be able to force myself deep into her throat with her in that position, but that I wouldn’t last a matter of minutes.

  As I watched the head of my dick slip past her lips, I considered closing my eyes and face fucking her into a whimpering little pile, but I couldn’t force myself to either shut my eyes or turn my head the other direction.

  She was right.

  She was prettier with my cock in her mouth.

  After a few seconds of her sucking and licking masterfully, I began to buck my hips back and forth. Within ten seconds, I was burying my cock deep in her throat, and she eagerly accepted every inch of it.

  Watching my shaft disappear into her mouth provided a sense of satisfaction that was not only sexual, sensual, and fueled my dark and dirty inner being, but provided confirmation of just how compatible we truly were. Sienna liked having my cock in her mouth just as much as I liked it there.

  And I really liked it there.

  A few more slow strokes into her mouth, and I felt my scrotum begin to tighten.

  “Time to switch it up,” I said as I pulled myself from her mouth.

  “Fuck my mouth,” she said as she turned her head to the side and blinked her big brown eyes. “Please.”

  “You little fucking tease,” I said. “Get up.”

  “I’m not a tease,” she said as she stood, wiping her mouth free of saliva with the back of her hand.

  “A tease teases. I want that cock in my mouth,” she said as she kicked her shoes to the side and pushed her pajamas and underwear off in one effortless motion.

  “I want world peace, and eighty degree median temperature, and gas prices to plummet below a dollar a gallon,” I said. “But we don’t always get what we want.”

  She huffed out a sigh, bent over the couch, and acted as though I was cheating her out of something she was truly entitled to. With her cute little ass sticking up in the air, and her pussy right in front of me for the taking, I stroked my cock with one hand and slapped her ass with the other.

  “Sorry, but I’m not fucking you from behind,” I said.

  She glanced over her shoulder and puffed out a pouty lip. “Why?”

  I rubbed my beard with my left hand and continued to stroke my cock with my right. “Because I love you.”

  Her eyes shifted back and forth between my cock and my beard. After glancing at each a few times, she sighed heavily. “If you truly loved me, you’d just shove that in me right now.”

  I released my cock, reached around her waist, and lifted her from the floor. “When we’re done, tell me if you hated this.”

  “Hate what?” she asked.

  I lifted her into my arms fully, walked into her bedroom, and lowered her onto the bed, facing up. As she peered up and into my eyes, I crawled on top of her and began to kiss her deeply. With our lips pressed firmly against each other and our tongues intertwined, she began to moan in pleasure.

  Purposefully making sure there was no penetration, at least not yet, I moved my mouth along her jaw and began to kiss her neck while grinding my hips against hers. A quick glance toward her face produced an image of her biting her lip and writhing in suppressed sexual agony.

  My mouth slowly slid along her skin from her shoulder to her chest, kissing along the surface of her skin the entire way, and eventually came to a stop at her breasts. Kissing her nipples and massaging her breasts in my hands, I pressed against her firmly and ground my hip bones against hers. In a show of her sexual satisfaction, or quite possibly her frustration, she arched her back and pressed the backs of her shoulders deeply into the comforter. With her perky breast now pushed fully into my mouth, I squeezed the other in my hand and twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Please…” she moaned.

  I lifted my free hand to her mouth and covered her lips wi
th my index finger. “Shhh.”

  I raised myself slightly and worked my way along the length of her body until my mouth met her waiting swollen mound. I slowly began to work my right finger in and out of her wet folds as I sucked and licked her clit with precision.

  She bucked her hips against my face and I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit as if my life depended on it. My tongue as deep as I was able to force it while my finger rhythmically continued to work her into a sexual frenzy quickly proved to be too much for her. A loud wailing sound silenced by a pillow against her face confirmed her satisfaction and having reached climax.

  I raised my head in enough time to see her remove the pillow from her face and toss it aside. Her eyes met mine and remained fixed for a moment, but not a word was shared. I admired her beautiful face and allowed her a moment to regain her senses.

  Sienna’s beauty wasn’t simple.

  There was no disputing Sienna was a beautiful woman in her outward appearance. Often times, I found myself simply standing and staring at her, incapable of believing she truly existed in the sense she did, and that she did so with such ease.

  Her willingness to eagerly participate in the act of living life was testament to her inner beauty. A woman who refused to allow the unfortunate events in her life to bring her down in spirit, she held her head high and lived life completely and to the fullest. Always giving those around her a smile, if for no other reason but to confirm her position on life, she exuded her beauty from her very being.

  But nothing Sienna did, believed, or participated in was quite as beautiful as the scent of her having reached climax on my face.

  I slowly inhaled a deep breath through my nose, savoring her aroma as I did so. As her head collapsed onto the bed, I carefully crawled on top of her and began to kiss her sensually.

  Our mouths pressed against each other and our bodies chest to chest, I continued to kiss her as I guided my stiff cock inside her wetness. As I slowly and silently began to work my hips back and forth, she bit into my lower lip and held her bite, moaning as I continued the steady rhythmic pace.