by Anna Storms
I walked up to Micah while he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him until his head was buried in my breasts. He kissed the top of my tits and then unhooked my bra without me knowing. He took it off and then fondled each boob. He sucked on my nipples making them super hard. His tongue ran around every crevice of my tits. He then turned me around and felt my ass cheeks.
“Bend over for me,” he said in a commanding voice. I did what I was told without hesitation. I bent over until I could touch my feet with my hands. He slipped my thong off and let it rest around my ankles. He grabbed my ass and brought it in as he kissed the lips of my pussy. I could feel his tongue going up and down making me super wet. His tongue found my hole and he began to eat me out. I could hear him moaning and it turned me on so much to know that he liked the taste of me. Then he stood up and spanked each of my ass cheeks. I was shocked at first but I was more surprised at how good it felt.
Micah stopped and set me back on the bed. “Hold on a second, I have something fun for us to do.” Micah went up to one of the mirrors and pushed it. The mirror opened up like a door and Micah was using it as a closet. Micah bent over to find something at the bottom and then he popped up. “Aww here they are!” Micah had pulled out a shoe box and he came over and set it on the bed. I got scared at first because I was afraid he had a gun or some other weapon in there. Micah opened it up and pulled out a blindfold and some rope. “Ever been tied up before?”
“Actually I haven't,” I confessed.
“Oh come on really? You've never even been blindfolded?”
“Nope, I guess my sex life has been really dull. I wouldn't be against trying it though.”
“Perfect! I think you are really going to enjoy it,” Micah said with a big smile. “Okay now stand up and I'll blindfold you. Micah came around behind me and got really close. His arms came around and felt up my tits. I moaned at his touch and then he took the blindfold and put it over my eyes. I was hoping I would be able to at least see some light coming through but instead it was just total darkness.
Micah took my hand and led me to the bed. He helped me lay down. I could feel rope wrapping around my wrists and then my ankles. “Where are you going to tie the ropes? There aren't any bed posts.” My voice sounded nervous because I was really worried about what was going to happen next.
“Don't worry there are some metal rings on the floor that I can put the rope through.” As he said that I could hear the rope going through the metal and him pulling tight which stretched my arms and spread my legs.
“Oh so you do this kind of thing all the time,” I said trying to act funny and normal.
“Actually no, I had the metal rings installed here just in case.”
I tried to reply but Micah's warm lips touched my own. We kissed passionately and then he abruptly stopped. Adrenaline flowed through my body like a raging river because I had no idea where Micah would go next. I felt his lips kissing different places at random. He would gently kiss my stomach and then suck and bite hard on my nipples. Then for a minute nothing happened and I laid there waiting for the next rush of ecstasy. Next, I felt his warm tongue on my clit and he licked it hard. I couldn't see what he was doing but I didn't need to because it felt fantastic.
“Oh, keep doing it right there. My pussy is getting so wet!” Micah's tongue did swirls around my clitoris and my orgasm came closer and closer. “OH OH OH FUCK! I'M COMING!!” My legs convulsed but they couldn't move much because they were restrained. I screamed as loud I had ever done before. Once the waves of pleasure passed, I tried to catch my breath.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” Micah said with an almost animal-like hunger.
“Please! I need your cock inside me right now! I'm so wet for you.”
I waited for what seemed like an eternity in darkness and silence. I couldn't see what was happening but then I felt his giant cock on the lips of my pussy. He pushed against my clit which felt amazing but it was just a tease.
“Fuck me now!” My pussy was dripping with anticipation and finally I felt his giant shaft enter me. He went slow at first and finally he filled me up completely. I had to gasp for air because he was so much bigger than I imagined.
“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Micah said as he started to thrust in and out. I wanted to use my hands and grab him hard but I all I could do was lay there and submit. Micah's lips kissed my tits again and then he came back up and met my lips. He tasted so good and it just enhanced everything. His humongous cock started to go faster and faster.
“I want you deeper inside me,” I pleaded with him. Micah took my request and began to thrust even harder. Every time he shoved his cock in, I moaned out loud. I felt like I was going to cum soon and I could tell Micah was also close.
“Come with me,” Micah commanded. I nodded and focused on his big cock fucking my tight little pussy. “I'm close, Claire!”
“OH FUCK FUCK! I'M COMING!!!” I screamed so loud that I think I burst my own eardrums. I couldn't hear Micah moaning but I could feel him pull out. I couldn't see what was happening but I could feel his warm cum spraying on me. Some went on my stomach and most of it got all over my tits. I opened my mouth to catch some and I got a little taste of his sweet cum.
Micah got off of me and started to undo my restraints. He waited until he was all done before taking off my blindfold. The light hurt my eyes as they tried to adjust. Micah threw me a towel and I started to clean myself up.
“That was absolutely amazing, Claire.”
“Wait you're telling me it was amazing. I'm the one that's supposed to say that! You're the one that did all the hard work!”
Micah laughed and said “Go get cleaned up, the bathroom is through that mirror. I'll be right back.” Micah left the room and I walked up to one of the mirrors. I pushed it and it opened up to the most extravagant bathroom I had ever seen. There was a super-big jacuzzi in the middle and two showers. I got dressed and made sure I looked presentable in the mirror.
I left the bathroom and Micah came back in the room with a piece of paper. “Here is a check for the $10,000 that your boyfriend lost.”
“I don't think he's my boyfriend anymore and I don't deserve it.”
The End
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Unprotected
Copyright 2016 Betty Night
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What's inside this book...
Untouched and fertile Sarah has always been drawn to the man of the house. But she's never gotten close enough.
When Sarah is finally home alone with him, she spies on him doing naughty things in his room.
But will he be too thick for Sarah?
“Sarah! Can you come downstairs for a second?” my mom yelled.
“Be right there,” I called back down. I finished dressing and put the finishing touches on my makeup.
I ran downstairs to find my mom standing next to a tall man at the doorway. Another of my mom's new boyfriends.
“Sarah, I want you to meet Lincoln.”
“Lincoln, this is my daughter.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, outstretching his hand.
I smiled and loosely shook his hand. This was the hundredth man I'd met since my parents got divorced. Since then, my mom has been remarried three times. Each guy more different than the last. I had given up a long time ago trying to convince her to take a break. She was searching for someone like my father but there was no one else like him.
Lincoln was the latest in my mother's conquests. She'd never brought a guy home before though. There was something else that was different about him. He wore a light gray suit with a blue tie. His hair was combed perfectly and he had just the right amount of stubble. Lincoln had this sense of confidence about him. His big smile and dark eyes instantly made me comfortable and at the same time off balance. I didn't know what he was going to do next.
“Honey,” my mom said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Lincoln and
I are getting married.”
That's marriage number five.
She shoved her hand in front of me with a large diamond ring hanging on her finger. It was bigger than the last engagement ring. That meant that at least Lincoln had some money and wasn't a deadbeat like my mom's past boyfriends.
My mom braced herself, expecting me to explode with anger. That's what happened the first time she told me she was getting remarried. It was only two months after my parents got a divorced. When she brought that stranger into my house and told me that they were getting married, I got livid. I threw plates across the room and screamed every curse word at my mom.
After her second divorce and third marriage, I just didn't really care anymore. None of the men stayed around long enough for me to get to know them. I decided that it was best to just let my mom do her thing. The men didn't really mean much to her anyways. They were just a way for her to pass the time.
“Congratulations,” I said, hugging my mom.
I shook Lincoln's hand again and he winked at me. A shock of electricity shot through me as we touched. Something was very different about him.
I realized something. I had never been attracted to any of my mom's boyfriends. It's not that they weren't handsome, it was more like I wasn't interested. I was more intrigued by high school boys than older men. Now that I was in college, an older man seemed adventurous.
A real man.
My mom kissed my cheek. “You're the best daughter in the world. Lincoln and I were going to go celebrate. Wanna join?”
The last thing I wanted was to hear another story about how they first met. They were all the same with my mom. She met a guy at a bar and he swept her off her feet. It was strange to have a mom who went to clubs more than I did.
“Sorry, but I have to write a paper that's due tomorrow. Maybe we can celebrate another time?”
“Of course, baby,” she replied.
“It was nice meeting you,” Lincoln said. “I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” My mom grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.
“Nice meeting you too,” I said before the front door what shut and they were gone.
I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. My mom could have done a lot worse. I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I actually didn't have any homework so my night was free to do whatever I wanted.
I checked my phone for any text messages but found none. Most of my friends were busy with work or boyfriends. They didn't have much time for a single girl anymore.
An image of Lincoln shirtless entered my head. I tried to shake it out but it was set firmly in place. I shut my eyes and tried to think of something else but nothing would come. A warmness grew between my thighs.
I imagined Lincoln taking me in his arms. His rough hands touching every inch of my body. His firm lips pressed against mine.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down enough to reveal my red panties. I stuck my hand under and crawled my way to my womanhood. My underwear was completely soaked. I felt my clit and a rush of pleasure ran through me.
Lincoln kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears. His hands found my bare breasts and fondled them. I moaned as he chewed on my nipples. Lincoln picked me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bed gently. He bent over and spread my legs slowly.
He kissed my inner thighs, sending chills up my spine. He worked his way upwards, closer and closer to my wetness. His lips grazed my pubic mound and he placed his tongue right on my clit. I held his head against me as he swirled my womanhood around. My fingers ran through his dark hair as licked me up and down.
His tongue was dangerously close to my opening and then he stuck it all the way. His tongue searched around inside me, eating me out. I held the sides of his head as I rubbed my wet pussy all over his face.
The ecstasy was getting more intense. My body spasmed up and down with every flick of his tongue. I'd never felt that good before in my life.
“I'm going to come,” I quietly whispered. I pushed on my clit hard, vibrating it fast. “Oh oh oh fuck!” I clenched my jaw and squished my eyes. My orgasm exploded and sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. I shook the bed as my muscles seized
I slowly stopped touching myself as the pleasure subsided. The temptation for another orgasm was there but I didn't want to think of Lincoln anymore. I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them.
My chest heaved up and down as I went over what just occurred. I'd never felt that way while masturbating. It was like Lincoln was really there going down on me. I sat up and checked myself in the mirror. My face was flush and my hair was a disaster. I combed out the knots and went to my nightstand drawer.
“Damn,” I said out loud. I was out of chocolate again. It was my favorite thing to eat after touching myself.
I went downstairs into the kitchen and found a bar of chocolate hidden in the back of the cupboard. My mom had told me long ago to hide any candy I bring home. She couldn't handle herself around that stuff and would just eat and eat.
I pulled the foil wrapper away and took a bite. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned. The taste of the chocolate triggered the memory of my orgasm. I fumbled my way back to my room, thinking about Lincoln going down on me again. The weeks leading up the wedding were rough. I had touched myself every night to the fantasy of Lincoln. He hadn't even moved in yet and I couldn't bare to go one night without thinking about him.
–
After my mom and Lincoln came back from the honeymoon, Lincoln moved in with us. The temptation was too close now. It didn't help that Lincoln didn't wear a shirt most of the time.
One morning, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of a hammer. I checked my alarm clock and realized that it was two hours before I was supposed to wake up. I threw my pillow over my head and tried to fall back asleep. It was no use. The banging was too much for me.
I went downstairs in my pajamas to find the source of all the noise. My mom was standing in the doorway to the garage, wearing a robe and sipping on a hot cup of coffee. I looked out at what she was watching and found Lincoln working in the garage.
He was shirtless and wielding a hammer, hitting it against nails on some wood. I didn't know what he was building and I didn't really care. Lincoln's chest glistened with sweat. He stopped to wipe his forehead and then he started up again.
“Now that's a man,” my mom said to me, still staring at Lincoln.
“He sure is,” I replied without thinking.
My mom threw an odd glance at me. I didn't pay any attention to her and kept watching Lincoln.
Lincoln realized he had an audience. “Well how are you fine ladies doing this morning,” he said with a smirk.
I blushed while my mom responded, “Doin just fine. Keep up the good work.”
Lincoln nodded and went back to work. My mom closed the door and stopped the peepshow. She knew I was acting differently towards Lincoln but my mom was too confident to think she could lose a man to me.
The next couple weeks passed and my feelings towards Lincoln were growing. He was everything I wanted in a man. My masturbation sessions went from once a day to twice a day. I couldn't get enough of him.
While at the dinner table, I overheard their conversation. “Shirley invited us to a new club tonight. Can we go?”
“Why don't you go out with your friends and I'll rest tonight. I had a helluva day today.”
“Sure. If that's all right with you,” my mom said.
“Of course, go have fun with your friends, you deserve it.”
When my mom left for the night with friends, I didn't think being home alone with Lincoln was going to lead to anything.
I was dead wrong
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I stayed in my room most of the night actually doing homework this time. I had a huge paper on the American-Japanese relations after World War II due in just a couple days. It was the longest paper I ever had to write and I was only two pages in. I didn't see how I could possibly finish it in t
ime.
After a couple hours of work, I decided it was time for a treat. I went to my nightstand to find it empty again of chocolate. I had touched myself so much lately that I had already gone through my chocolate stash. I knew I had some more hidden downstairs so I left my room and went to the stairs.
The door to my parents' bedroom was slightly ajar. I didn't think anything of it until I heard some grunting noises. I ran downstairs feeling grossed out that I heard them having sex. Then I remembered that my mom was going to be out late. I peeked out the window and my mom's car was gone. It couldn't be her in the room with Lincoln. I got a couple chocolate bars and made my way back upstairs.