She shook her head from side to side, reached up slowly, and began to roll her nipples between her fingers and her thumbs.
I pursed my lips.
“Off, now,” I scrunched my brow.
She shook her head and rolled her nipples in between her thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and shook it from side to side lightly and moaned. Her string straight black hair fell down onto the machine.
“That’s it, you little fucker,” I barked as I pulled her toward the front of the machine.
She opened her eyes and looked puzzled.
“Permission, Kelli. We’re back to asking for permission, do you understand me?” I asked.
“Sir?” she questioned.
“Fucking permission. For orgasms. You’re going to have to get permission to have one,” I said as I placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees. I pressed her inner knees and spread her legs apart.
“Let go of your nipples and hold your legs apart, Kelli,” I demanded.
“I can just hold them…” she said.
“Let go of your nipples, Kelli. Grab your knees and hold your legs apart. Do you understand me?” I asked in a low serious tone.
“Yes sir,” she answered as she lowered her hands and cupped her knees in her palms.
“Do it, pull them apart for me,” I said.
She spread her legs wider. As she did, her wet pussy glistened and opened slightly. She was clearly already very aroused.
“Do not move for any fucking reason, Kelli,” I said as I turned to walk into the kitchen.
“Understand?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked through the door into the kitchen.
“Yes,” she paused.
“Yes sir,” she half stuttered, her breasts shaking as the washing machine shook.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I opened the vegetable drawer and pulled out the sack with the jalapeno peppers in it. I reached into the sack and pulled out one of the peppers. I thought for a fraction of a second and gripped the pepper in my left hand. I squeezed the pepper in between my fingers and crushed it. I rubbed my fingers on the outside of the pepper for a second and tossed it into the sink.
I walked back into the laundry room and stopped in front of Kelli. Her breasts shook as the machine wiggled from side to side.
“Did you move?” I asked.
“No sir, you told me to sit here with my legs spread,” she responded in a matter of fact tone.
‘That’s a good girl. And what do you do when I tell you to do something?” I asked.
“I do it,” she responded.
“Yes, baby girl. Yes, you do,” I stated.
“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.
She shook her head side to side frantically.
“No sir, never,” she said sharply.
“Ever?” I asked.
“No. Never,” she said.
“Okay,” I said as I knelt to the floor.
I positioned my head between her legs and licked her inner thigh. As my tongue worked toward her wet pussy, she moaned softly.
“You want me to lick your little pussy, baby girl?” I asked, looking up into her eyes.
She nodded repeatedly.
I moved my right hand to in between her legs. I pressed the palm of my left hand into the top of her right thigh. My tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned loudly. I pulled my mouth from her pussy, and inserted my right index finger to the web of my hand.
“In and out,Kelli,” I said.
“In and out. In and out,” I repeated.
Each time I said in, I slid my finger all the way inside of her.
“In and out,” I said as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue and worked my finger in and out.
I squeezed her right thigh with my left hand.
“You like it when I lick your clit, baby?” I looked up and asked.
“Oh…oh God yes,” she responded.
I leaned back and unzipped my pants. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants to my feet. I kicked them beside the washer, which had since quit vibrating, and began filling with water. I reached up and turned the dial back to spin.
As the washing machine started to spin, it began to shake. Kelli began to moan. I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. Kelli leaned forward and stared as I stroked my cock.
“You like watching me stroke my cock, baby girl?” I asked.
“Uh huh…yes. Yes, sir,” she said softly, never lifting her eyes from my cock.
“Jump down off of there, Kelli,” I said.
She sprung to the floor immediately, and looked at me for instruction. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, obviously feeling aroused and anxious.
“You horny, baby girl?” I asked.
“Uh huh. Very. Uhhmm. Yes, sir,” she said, nodding her head.
“Get down on your knees, baby. Suck my big cock, I want you to gag on it like a good girl,” I said.
She immediately dropped to her knees and started licking the tip of my cock. She placed both her hands on her thighs and moved her mouth to meet the tip of my cock. She took half of it in her mouth, pressing the head to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She slipped her mouth back along the shaft, and released my cock from her lips. As it fell from her mouth she moaned, licked her lips, and looked up into my eyes.
“I love sucking your cock,” she said as she looked up into my eyes.
She wiggled her legs back and forth, her hands positioned between her knee and her lower thigh. Her mouth open wide, she moved it to meet the tip of my cock. She growled and pressed her mouth hard against the shaft, taking it all the way down her throat. As the tip worked its way into her throat, her throat convulsed. She held it there, groaning and moaning. She batted her eyelashes, my cock still deep in her throat.
She raised her hands slowly from her knees, and grasped my ass in her hands, my cock still deep in her throat. As she squeezed my ass, she pressed herself harder against the shaft. Her bottom lip touched my ball as she extended her tongue.
“Okay, that’s it, stand up,” I demanded as I pulled my cock from her throat.
She smiled and coughed as my cock cleared her lips. She slowly stood in front of me. As she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, I placed my hands on her shoulders.
“Turn around, baby girl,” I said as I pushed her shoulder toward the washing machine, rotating her body to face the machine.
“Put your hands on top of the machine and do not move them. Understand?” I asked.
She nodded her head.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” she responded.
“That’s better. Turn the dial to rinse. Put your big titties on the machine,” I demanded as I pushed on her back, forcing her to bend at the waist.
She bent down, turned the dial, and pressed her breasts to the machines surface. The machine quickly began to wobble. Using my foot, I spread her legs apart wider than her chosen stance. I gripped my cock in my right hand and stroked the shaft.
I guided my cock into her pussy and slowly pressed it into her all the way. As it slid inside, she moaned loudly.
“If you cum, I will slap the shit out of you,” I barked.
She shook her head side to side.
“No sir. Sorry. No sir,” she said apologetically.
I gathered her hair in my right hand and worked my way to the base of her skull. Gripping her hair tightly, I began to fuck her deep and slow.
“Count, Kelli, count the strokes. Every one of them,” I said.
“Sir?” she asked.
“Count God damn it. You can still count, right? Seventy-seven. I know you can count that high. Count my fucking strokes,” I said in a stern tone.
“Yes sir,” she said.
I pulled her hair, arching her back and slid my cock inside of her until my hips are against her ass. I held it there. She said nothing. I pulled her hair sharply.
“Oh, uhhmm. One,” she said.
I slid my cock back slowly and pressed it back inside until my hips pressed her round ass.
“Two.”
I repeated the stroke.
“Three.”
I slowly slid my cock all the way out of her wet pussy and stepped back, admiring her ass and pussy. I moved closer to her and guided my cock back inside of her. Slowly, I slid it inside.
“Four.”
I held it in place and took a deep breath. She moaned.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
And I began to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could.
“Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine, Ten. Ten. Eleven. Oh fuck. Thirteen.”
“Please?” she asked.
“No. Not yet,” I responded.
She bent her knees and straightened them back to standing. My cock slammed in and out of her soaking wet pussy. It sounded like I was slapping her ass with my hands.
“Oh, God Erik. Uhhmm. Fifteen. Oh. Fuck.”
“Now? Can I cum?”
“No.”
I pulled her hair. She arched her back more. The washing machine wobbled furiously.
“Press your fucking titties to the washer and count, damn it,” I growled through clenched teeth.
“Seventeen. Eighteen. Oh God. God. I’m going…I’m gonna…”
“You better not say cum,” I reminded her in a stern tone.
I slowed my pace of fucking her.
“Twenty. Twenty-one….oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she squealed.
She bent and straightened her knees.
“Now? Can I…”
“Goddamnit, No!”
I slid my cock from inside her pussy. Using my left hand, I reached down and wiped my index finger against her pussy. It was soaking wet. I took my now wet finger and slid it up the crack of her ass. As I guided my cock back into her pussy, I slowly slid my left index finger into her ass.
Slowly, I slid my finger in and out of her ass. She began to moan. I then slid my cock deep inside of her. And I held it there.
“Count,” I demanded.
“Uhhmm. Oh. Twenty-five. Yeah, twenty-five,” she said.
I began to slowly work my cock and finger in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. As I did, she counted.
“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one,” she bit her lower lip and mumbled as she spoke.
“Oh God, uhhmm. Now?” she begged.
“No, that’s it. Don’t ask again.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me,” I responded.
I continued to fuck her slowly.
“Oh God. Oh…my..Uhhmm. Oh my. Uhhmm. Thirty-two. Oh God,” she shook her head.
“Hot. Hot. Uhhmm, thirty. Hot…it’s hot,” she started to turn around.
“Tits on the washer, and count,” I demanded as I pulled her hair harder.
“Oh. Uhhmm, Oh fuck. God. Uhhmm thirty something, Oh God,” she mumbled as I sped up my pace.
“Fuck it Kelli, cum. Cum. Just fucking cum,” I shouted as I began to fuck her faster.
I pounded my cock in and out of her pussy. My finger worked in and out of her ass as I fucked her. As I fucked her ass and wet pussy, I tightened my strain on her hair.
“Oh God…Oh God Erik,” she squeaked.
I fucked her harder.
The washing machine wobbled.
I pulled her hair, forcing myself deeper into her as I did. I felt my cock begin to swell. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh god. I’m going to…” she squeaked.
“Do it,” I demanded.
I worked my cock and finger in and out of her pussy and ass. She bent and straightened her legs a few times and stood up straight, locking her knees.
My breathing quickened. My cock felt as if it were going to explode. I pushed my finger into her ass deep.
As I erupted inside of her, she screamed and bent her knees. I slowly slid my finger out of her ass. And pressed my cock deep, feeling the surge of cum discharge inside of her. I moaned.
“Oh my fucking…” she cried.
Her legs bent and straightened twice.
The washing machine stopped wobbling.
“God.”
Her entire body shook. I released her hair and leaned my upper body back, admiring her physique. I kept my cock buried deep inside of her.
She moaned and shook. Her legs quivered one last time. She bent her knees and straightened them again. I pulled my cock slowly from her pussy. As it did, I could see that we were both covered in her cum. She shook her head, and turned to look at me.
“What the fuck?” she asked.
I smiled.
“I think I squirted again,” she said.
“Good, how’d it feel,” I asked.
“Don’t talk to me,” she said as she lowered her head onto the washing machine.
“You alright?” I asked.
“No. Not even close,” she said, her face pressed into the lid of the washing machine.
“My ass is on fire, I just had an orgasm like nothing I have ever felt, I’m covered in cum, and you’re trying to make me talk to you. No I am not alright,” she said as she wobbled her head from side to side - her forehead resting on the surface of the machine.
“Yeah but I think your shoes are clean,” I laughed as I slapped her on the ass.
God I love this woman.
ERIK. To me, in life, there has always been what we think and what we feel. The two are separated by feeling. The non-thinking. The happening. Thinking requires thought processes, planning, decisions, and implementation. Feeling never has come easy for me, but when it happens, there’s not a thing you can do to stop it.
If you have to think about love, it isn’t true and it isn’t love. If love happens into your life, if love is something that you one day magically feel, it’s real, true, and forever.
Go with what you feel.
Leave the thinking for mathematics and matters of finances. Thinking is not meant to be utilized when it comes to love. Love just happens. Love just is. Love consumes us and provides us with the ability to conquer whatever we encounter that gets between us and who we love.
Love makes us strong. Love builds walls. Walls that protect us from the outside forces that attempt to sabotage it. True love is self-sufficient and can survive any series of traumatic events, because love isn’t a mere thought, it consumes us.
Go with what you feel.
Kelly caused me to feel. I didn’t think. I woke up feeling love for Kelli. I fell asleep feeling it. If I was breathing, I was full of love for Kelli.
Erik Ead in love.
Sounds like a fucking oxymoron. My mother sure would be proud.
I reached into the console and turned off the slip control of the BMW. With the control off, there was nothing to prevent the tires from spinning. I looked ahead to make sure the intersection was free of traffic.
Free it was.
I downshifted twice and pushed the accelerator to the floor. I took the corner deep, sliding sideways through the intersection. The car accelerated through the corner, gaining speed as it slid. A glace in the rearview mirror provided a glimpse of the smoke from the rear tires. I shifted into second, and the car continued to spin and slide. As It gained traction, I shifted again, quickly accelerating up the street. I glanced at the speedometer.
122 miles per hour.
Not bad for a 30 mile per hour zone. I let off the accelerator and shifted the car to neutral.
I saw the lights before I heard the siren.
I steered the car into an abandoned grocery store lot and parked. The officer pulled in behind me and turned off his siren, leaving his lights flashing. I pulled my driver’s license and held it in my left hand. I rolled my driver’s side window down and looked through the window as I shut off the ignition.
This was going to hurt.
“Doc?” the officer said as he approached the car.
I looked over my s
houlder and up at the officer. As I did, he removed his glasses and shook his head.
“God damn, Doc. Where’s the fire? Jesus. I think I got you on the deceleration, and it was 131. That’s jail time. What in the fuck were you thinking?” he asked.
“Snake? How’s that new Road King running?” I asked, referencing his newly purchased motorcycle.
“Don’t turn this into a biker romance thing, Doc. You could have killed someone,” he looked over my car from front to rear.
Snake was an officer in the police department, and had been so for about ten years. He never moved up the ranks from being a beat cop because every time he turned around he was involved in some form of questionable practices. He never got into trouble, per se, but he was always close.
He rode with the local chapter of the police officer’s motorcycle club. We were all friendly to one another, and although our club wasn’t particularly friendly with the police officers, they were always friendly to us. Most of them.
“What the fuck is this thing? Some kinda race car?” he asked as he raised one eyebrow.
“It’s an M3, Snake. Yeah, for the most part. Hell, I never drive like that,” I apologized.
Snake turned and looked around the parking lot. He placed his hands on each side of his hips and exhaled a slow breath as he shook his head.
“One hundred miles an hour over the speed limit, that’s not something that just happens, Doc,” he said, still shaking his head.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I meant to do it. It was planned. It’s just not common,” I said, still holding my license in my hand.
“Give me a good reason for you doing that. One,” he said, both eyebrows now raised and focused on me.
I set the license on the console of the car, opened the door and got out. He stepped away from the door, making a little distance between he and I.
I stood and looked him in the eye intently.
“There’s one and one only, and I truly apologize. But Snake, I am in love. Madly,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
“You? Give me something else, I know better,” he said.
“I’m serious,” I said, still smiling.
“Doc, you’re a whore. You’re in love with the entire female population,” he laughed.
“Not any more. I’m in love with Kelli Parks,” I said.
As I spoke, I shuffled my feet into a tap dance that would have rivaled anything ever produced by Sammy Davis, Jr. or Dean Martin.
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