He held my head in place and continued to kiss me. This drove me crazy. I desperately wanted it to last forever. Kissing Erik made all other things small. Life became unimportant and insignificant when we kissed. Nothing else mattered but the kiss. I had no idea of whether or not it was night or day, which direction I faced, or where I was. It was just me and Erik and the kiss. The three of us. The three of us melted into one. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. As our lips parted, I took a shallow breath and looked into his eyes. His mouth slightly open, softly, he spoke.
“Kiss me, Kelli. Fucking kiss me.”
We continued to kiss, his hand on my face the entire time. His tongue slid past my lips and licked and darted across my top lip. Our mouths met again, warm and wet, pressed against each other - held in place perfectly by his hand. His finger lightly traced along my chin, to my mouth. As we kissed, his finger traced the outline of my upper lip. Our faces parted and he touched my mouth with his index finger, circling around my upper and lower lips entirely. I licked the tip of his finger. I opened my mouth and began to suck on his finger, pressing it to the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I slid my mouth up and down along the length of his finger. As I kissed and sucked his finger, he carried me to the island in the center of the kitchen.
Standing at the end of the island, he bent over and lowered me onto the island. As my back touched the island, I released my legs from his waist and let go of his neck. I grabbed the edge of the countertop and gripped it tightly. Laying there on my back, my mind racing, I stared at his muscular upper body. I wanted him to take me, but I wanted it to be his way. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to me…however he wanted to do it. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me now, I can’t take this anymore. God, I wanted him so bad… shove me full of your cock…make me scream.
Standing at the end of the island, he unbuttoned my jeans, grabbed the material on my thighs and pulled them down. When they met my shoes, he pulled my shoes off and dropped them. As my jeans hit the floor, he picked my shoes up and slid them back onto my feet. He grabbed my ankles and raised my legs up until my feet were on top of the counter top.
Extending his arms, he pressed my feet back until my heels were at my butt. With my legs bent, he reached around the outside of them and grasped my thighs with his hands, pulling them apart. He edged his wide upper body between my thighs and kissed my stomach. His mouth slid to my hip bone, and his tongue began to circle around my hip bone. As his tongue circled around the bone, he sucked and licked the tip of the bone. It was driving me crazy. I started to squirm and laugh and tingle all over.
“Hold still Baby Girl. Hold still. I need you to do something for me,” he said quietly.
I opened my mouth and said, “What?” But no words came out. I tried again. Nothing.
He smiled.
He continued to lick my hip bone. He kissed it and looked me in the eyes.
“You listening?” he asked.
As I squeezed the countertop, my arms beside my body, my hands beside my butt, I nodded.
“Fuck my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth, do you hear me?”
I opened my mouth and squeaked. My eyes closed. I felt his tongue move from my hip to my clit. His palm slid slowly across my hip, and was resting in the depression between my hip and my pussy. His thumb was positioned on the skin above my pussy and was pushing upward, exposing my clit totally. As his tongue met my clit, I squirmed.
I felt his lip on top of my clit, and his tongue on the bottom. He started a motion with his tongue and lip, with my clit in between. About three seconds into it, I was done…almost to climax I felt myself begin to cum. No, not yet, not yet, please….make this last.
He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. He must have sensed I was close.
“No, don’t stop. Please, Erik, don’t fucking stop,” I begged.
“Fuck my mouth. Grind your pussy on my face Baby Girl, do you hear me?”
“Yes sir. Do it. Do that again. Exactly what you were doing, exactly,” I said, hoping he could duplicate what he was doing.
His mouth went back to where it was before, perfectly. His tongue started darting back and forth across my clit, and then his upper lip pressed against it. He then began licking my pussy lips, from the bottom to the top, with the tip of his tongue. When his tongue would reach the top, he pressed my clit against his lip with his tongue. This became a rhythmic motion, the same every time. His hands slid under my butt, and he used them to raise my butt off of the countertop. I began to work my hips against his face, to the rhythm he was setting with his tongue.
I felt like we were a machine, working in unison with one another. This was perfect. With my eyes closed, there was no time, no space, no house, and no kitchen, just us. We weren’t two people any more, we were an us. A we. We became one. His tongue slid up and down and pressed against my clit. Each time his tongue touched it, my hips were raised as high as I could raise them. When he released my clit from between his tongue and his lip, I lowered my hips. This system of movements worked perfectly. It was the same every time.
With my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the movements. I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard my breathing change. I felt as if I was turning hot. I opened my eyes and looked at Erik. His eyes were open, and he was looking at my face. His mouth encompassed my entire mound. I opened my mouth. He raised his mouth off of me for a split second.
“Do it, Kelli. Do it. Cum in my mouth. Do it. And when you do, scream. Scream, Kelli. Cum in my mouth and scream. Do you hear me?”
In a short, shallow breath, I responded, “Yes.”
His mouth back in place, we began the rhythm again. Within a few seconds, I was at climax. As his tongue licked up and down, I began to scream. I squeezed the countertop and screamed as loud as I could. As I screamed, he fixed his tongue against my clit and forced it against his upper lip, holding it there, licking it rapidly. My entire body went into convulsions, and I screamed. I screamed and screamed, climaxing the entire time. I have no idea if I had one long orgasm or a hundred small ones, but I wanted it to stop as much as I wanted it to continue. My body shook, and I could hear myself screaming. When the screaming stopped, I was laying there, shaking. I could feel my wetness all over my thighs and down my crack. He began to blow on my pussy making me shake more. It felt cool.
As I lay there in shock, still recovering from my orgasm party, he unbuckled his belt. As he unfastened his pants, my heart rose to my throat in anticipation. He unzipped them, and they fell to the floor. Standing at the end of the island, his cock sticking straight out, swollen and thick, he placed his hands at his hips and almost smiled. I pressed my elbows to the island and raised my upper body off of the countertop so I could admire him. He stood there, muscular, covered in tattoos, looking gorgeous. This. Man. Made. Me. Melt.
I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head. I placed my shirt on the end of the counter, unhooked my bra, and removed it. I slid across the counter and jumped to the floor. My sneakers hit the floor and squeaked on the hardwood, reminding me that I was still wearing them. I looked down at the sneakers and back up at Erik. I had to admit, I felt cute standing there naked except for my sneakers.
I got down on my knees and slowly worked my way to Erik. He stood still in front of me, his hands at his hips. As I got close enough to touch him, I grabbed his thick cock in my hand. I studied it. It was almost as thick as my wrist. I licked the tip with my tongue and put my mouth on the head. Circling the tip of his cock with my tongue I licked my lips, moistening them. I slowly slid my mouth down the length of his hard cock, pressing the soft head against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I grabbed his butt with my hands and pulled him against me. I looked up into his eyes as I began to suck his cock.
I slid my mouth down the length of his cock, allowing it to work its way into my throat. He began to moan softly and closed his eyes. It turned me on so much when he moaned. To me, there was nothing sexier than hearing him moan. I slid my wet mouth up
and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his hard butt with my hands. As his cock slid into my throat, I could feel my heart beating in my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I kept looking up at his face as I sucked his cock.
“Stand up, Baby Girl. Stand up and put your hands on the countertop, palms down.”
“You don’t like it?” I asked, wondering if I did something wrong.
“No, I love it, that’s the problem. You suck my cock too good, baby. I can’t take it,” he said, shaking his head. His chest muscles twitched as he stood there. Does he make them do that?
“Now put your hands on the countertop and bend over. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you won’t even remember how to spell your name for a week,” he said in his deep voice.
“Oh my. Ok,” I said as I did what he asked. As I grabbed the edges of the countertop, I felt his foot kicking the insides of my shoes, spreading my legs farther apart.
“You long-legged, sexy little bitch. I have to get your pussy down here where I can get to it,” he said, as he slapped the right side of my butt, hard. The slap startled me, and the sting felt like fire.
As soon as he stopped kicking my shoes and spreading my legs apart, I felt the head of his cock slide past my lips. His hands grabbed my waist, and he slid all the way inside of me. As soon as I felt his balls against my clit, I began to contract and felt as if I was going to cum. His cock slid out and then back in again. He found a rhythm and began to fuck me slowly, his hips slapping lightly against my butt as he slid all the way into my wet pussy. As his hips slapped my ass, I could feel his balls against my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. If he kept up this pace, I would explode.
“Fuck me Erik, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me,” I said loudly.
“Fuck me, Erik. Oh God. Fuck me.”
“Fuck me.”
“Harder!” I begged.
“Who owns you, Baby Girl? Who fucking owns you?” he almost screamed.
“Oh God, you do. You own me. You.”
“Don’t forget it, do you hear me?” he said in a loud, stern tone.
“Yes, I am yours. You own me,” I responded. I loved this.
In and out he forced himself, each time it felt as I was being stretched open for the first time. Not a tremendous pain, but each stroke felt like it was the first, the entry stroke. It was a new feeling to me, and it was more than I could take. I was going to explode.
“Please…Faster. Fuck me. Give me that cock. Give me that big fat….Oh my God. Give it to me.”
He began to move faster and faster, his hips slapping harder against my butt, making a popping sound each time they made contact. The rhythm of his balls banging against my clit was more than I could take. I tensed up, tightening my butt muscles.
My hips were against the countertop of the island, and he was smashing me against the countertop with each stroke. The pain from his hips smashing me into it began to take my mind away from the pleasure I felt from the rhythm of him sliding in and out. The pain felt so good. I began to focus on the pain to give myself more time.
“Harder, fuck me……harder…….Erik. Oh….My….God….Erik.”
“Erik…”
I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt too good. Looking back at his tattooed forearm on my hip and seeing his muscular legs, rippled abs, and tattooed chest was more than I could take.
“Fuck me harder,” I begged.
“Please. Oh my fucking. I am going to cum,” I said in a high pitched voice.
“Erik. I am going to.”
“I am. I am. I am. I am,” I screamed as loud as I could.
His hands slid to my neck and began to grip me slightly. Oh God, I really, really like fucking this guy.
“Cum with me. Holy fuck. Oh. My. God. Cum with…..Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed.
As I screamed, I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me as his cock pulsed, swelling each time it pulsed, filling my with his cum. He continued to slide in and out slowly as he came, and I kept having an orgasm to end all orgasms. My legs quivered beneath me. My knees bent, I was afraid I was going to fall. He slowly buried himself inside of me and kept his hips against my butt.
“Do not move,” I said. I felt a pulsation throughout my entire body.
“Did you like that?” he asked, still inside me fully.
“Like it?” My hands still on the countertop, I turned around and looked at him. “Like it? Are you fucking serious?”
“You’re tight little pussy is more than I can handle, Baby Girl,” he said.
“Well, anyone’s pussy would be tight with your huge cock in it,” I said, laughing.
“Just don’t move,” I reminded him. “I’m still recovering. Holy shit, now that was a fucking orgasm,” I said, turning and looking at the countertop. I felt certain my legs were going to give out.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I think so,” I responded.
“I am going to pick you up and sit you on the countertop,” he said.
“Okay.”
He slowly slid his flaccid cock out of my throbbing pussy. He grabbed my waist and picked me up, holding me in the air. As my butt cleared the height of the countertop, he plopped me down on it, facing away from him. I turned to face him.
“Stay there a minute, let me see what I can find here,” he said, as he shuffled around the kitchen. I could see that his jeans were resting above his boots and around his ankles.
“You’re cute,” I said as I watched him.
“It’s been a long time since I have heard that. My mother. Well, she said it all the time,” he said, his voice trailing off and getting quieter at the end.
“I’m sorry,” I said, remembering the story of his mother’s death.
“No, Kelli, not at all, I enjoyed you saying it,” he responded as he turned and looked at me.
Opening the drawers under the countertop and looking in them, he said, “Here we go,” as he pulled out some dish towels.
“Oh lord. I thought leaving the cum covered pants at The Buckle was bad,” I said, laughing.
As he chuckled, he said, “We’ll throw them in the trash, I am not putting them back in the drawer.”
He handed me one towel and turned toward the sink to run water over another. “It’s warm, I let the water get hot,” he said as he handed me another.
As we both wiped ourselves off, I wondered how long we had been in the house. It had been some time. With Erik, sexually, I had no concept of time. None whatsoever. I finished wiping myself off, slid to the edge of the countertop, and jumped down. I removed my shoes and got dressed. As I was putting my shoes back on, Erik spoke.
“Turn around,” he said.
“Let me finish tying my shoes.”
“No, now. Turn around and stand up,” he said again.
I stood, one shoe tied and one not. As I was turning around, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. His mouth encompassed mine, and he licked my upper lip. Our mouths parted, and he quickly kissed me again. Then, another quick peck.
“Tie your shoe,” he said, pointing at my shoe.
I stood there amazed. Amazed that I had met this man. Amazed that he was everything in a man that I wanted. Amazed that he would even want me. And amazed that I could please him.
I bent over and tied my other shoe.
“Who owns you, Baby Girl?” he asked.
“You do, sir,” I responded proudly.
“You amaze me,” he said.
“What?” I said.
I knew what he said. I think I knew what he said. I wanted to hear it again. I stood up and turned around to face him.
“I said you amaze me, Kelli. You certainly do,” he said, smiling.
Yep. That’s what he said. You amaze me, Kelli.
Fuck yes.
KELLI. The blindfold had been over my eyes for a long time. Probably more than thirty minutes. Maybe an hour. When everything was dark - really dark, you lose track of things. I wasn’t sure which direction I was pointed,
where doors and windows were, or what time it was. It wasn’t much different at first, but over time, my hearing had become more sensitive - and I was hearing all kinds of things that I normally wouldn’t hear.
Erik had brought some things to my house, and we were playing around. He brought me in my room and asked me to lie on the bed. When I did, he told me that he was going to blindfold me. I have never been blindfolded before, and it was really dark. Darker than night time. So dark that you couldn’t see anything at all.
He asked me to lie still on the bed, and I did. I heard him making some noises that sounded like the metal on a belt buckle, and I thought he was going to whip me, but he didn’t. I was pleased that he didn’t, because I did think that was something I would really have to be in the mood for.
He wrapped something around each of my wrists and told me not to move, not to feel them with my hands. They felt cool on my wrist, but not like metal. Then he put something on my ankles that felt the same way. I heard the metal noise again. Kind of like a belt buckle being undone.
I decided after he got done with my ankles that he was going to tie me up in some way. When he came back into the bedroom, he pulled my arms out to the side and up toward the head of the bed. My legs were still at the bottom of the bed, but they were spread quite a bit. He did ask me if I was comfortable, which I thought was nice.
Now I was stretched out on the bed, blindfolded. My arms and legs were secured tight, and I couldn’t move an inch. I couldn’t wait to see what was next. I was trying to listen to what he was doing in the other room. I could hear keys moving around and some other noises, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. My pussy started getting wet. I felt like it was opening up, but there was no one in here with me.
I was thinking of what could be next, and I was fantasizing of Erik and what he might do. I wanted him to come kiss me and tease me, making me want him more and more than I already did. I heard the keys again, and then the front door opened and closed. I heard the door lock, and then heard the sound of footsteps.
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