by Emmie Combs
I spread my legs more than I would have to, so he can see what I cannot without a mirror. He positions himself for a better view.
~ I bite my lower lip and pull it out slow. My right hand goes up along my side as my left hand caresses my breast. A red finger glides across my belly, between my breasts, along my neck. My mouth parts as a red fingertip enters my waiting mouth.
A wet finger finds its way to the place between my open legs. My hand cups my puss, as a finger dips in to my wet deepness. Slowly my finger eases in and out, causing my carnal hunger to grow.
My whole body becomes warm.
Painted fingers run across my pink folds. The tip of my middle finger stops at my blooming clitoris.
My other hand pinches my willing nipples, making them peak.
My eyes shut, as my finger slides along, dipping in, enjoying the sensations.
He places a hand on my silk stocking and runs his hand along my leg. I breathe in as he does, longing for his touch.
Without thinking, I open my eyes and lick my lips.
I sit up, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper. Then the same finger runs across his lips. He opens his mouth and allows me to put it in. He sucks it and his tongue traces my finger. I pull my finger out slowly and slide it between my folds, teasing myself, edging closer. The small circular movement enhances my arousal.
My breath quickens as a small rush of orgasm hits, and I let out soft ohs.
Finally, he removes his shirt. Shoes slip off, and he steps out his socks. Dickies hit the floor, leaving only boxers.
I sit up and start to move closer. He gives me a look with those dark penetrating eyes, and I stop. With a firm voice he says, "Lay down."
I pout and begin to protest, but he tells me with his body do as you're told woman, and I do. I watch as he moves between my open legs. His hands caress my stocking legs making me want to purr.
As he goes down, I rest on my elbows, touching both my breasts through the satin of my red bra.
For two weeks I've eaten large amounts of strawberries, knowing that if he were going to be generous, it would have an affect on my flavor.
He holds onto my hips as he writes words of bliss on my pussy. He always was a silver-tongued devil. Loop-de-loop again and once more.
My body twitches as the first tremor ignites. My hips shake against him, and he holds on tighter. My shoulders curl slightly and I lift from the bed. I moan as I catch a bigger wave of sexual pleasure. ~
My body relaxes in the aftermath of my first orgasms. He sits up, his van dyke damp from me.
I try to sit up, but again he stops me. "Turn over."
I do.
"On your knees."
I do.
I look over my shoulder. It's only him and a lovely hard on. He gets behind me and slaps my ample ass.
"Tell me what you want."
I decide to play into his mood. "More."
He strikes me again and I suck in air because it stings.
"What do you want," he demands again.
"More please."
Again my ass is smacked hard; my ass is hot from where he struck.
I can feel how close he is. I move my ass towards him. His dick rubs between my pussy lips and I moan for more.
"Is this what you want?" One hand on my hip.
"Yes." I pray for him to slip it in.
"Tell me."
I pause. He grabs a hand full of my honey hair and pulls lightly, making my back arch lower as my head rises. "Fuck me."
All at once he pounds into me. The moment he is all the way in, his balls slap and I cry out. In a couple of thrusts, my body meets his driving rhythm.
When he lets go of my hair, I shake it loose and my front half melts into the pillow as I whimper with each hard repeated stroke.
I spread my legs a little more, allowing him to go deeper. He grabs on to me with both hands, and I am his willing whore. Whatever he commands, my body must obey.
My hand grips the bottom sheet as the other is stretched out, bracing, trying to hold on to my place.
He thrusts harder, and I swear I am going to burst. The edge of lust and pain intertwine as my body pleads for him to not stop.
"Cum for me, baby."
I am so close. The place could be on fucking fire and I wouldn't care. With ever-increasing pleasure, he pounds into me, giving every inch of himself to me. I tighten around his swollen cock. "Cum for me."
My body obeys. I relinquish myself to the heat and bliss that course through my body, and I nearly pass from this world to another.
I scream his name as if he were god.
He pushes slower into me as he cries out and his face tightens.
~
He pulls out and sits.
Once more he slaps me. "Good girl," giving me permission to roll onto my side. He lays almost cattycorner, my ass touching his hip as both of us try to catch our breaths.
In a few moments, he drags himself to the bathroom for a quick shower, removing the evidence of what we've just done.
wrap myself in a sheet as I watch how quickly he readies to leave. Time is never on my side.
He kisses me sweetly right before he goes. Before he shuts the door, he turns and says, "Love ya."
I toss a pillow at him as the door shuts.
And I go back to waiting...
The End.
Crimson and Clover
My new housemate is a bohemian by her own admission. She sunbathes in our backyard naked. That kind of bohemian.
Since I moved in, Bri's taken me to two hot springs and a nude beach, so we've grown accustomed to being naked around each other. Her level of comfort with her body is contagious, it seems. Some curvy girls spend their days pining for a different shape, but Bri treats her hips like bragging rights and her tits like prizes hard-won.
A few days ago I came home from work to Bri wrestling with a bottle of wine, trying to get it open. Between the two of us, we managed to uncork the thing, and she insisted that I have a glass with her. Bri spends many an evening watching movies, drinking red wine, and every time I walk in on her we talk about sharing a bottle sometime. Tonight's the night, she said.
I followed her into the living room, watching her skirt pitch and buck as her ass jiggled. Her ass makes me think of pears. We sat on the couch and let the spicy crimson wine push us down into the cushions. Bri looked relaxed, reclining on the couch, her chin nearly tucked in her soft cleavage.
"I've been so horny today," she said, giggling self consciously after she said it. "I don't even know why."
"I'd take it as a sign if I were you," I said. "A subtle signal from you body that it's time to get off."
"Yeah, and wine just makes me hornier. The warmth keeps going after it reaches my stomach and ends up in my pussy. I feel warm and horny and good. She looked at me with her wine slow brown eyes in a way that seemed to suggest something. Her soft body looked so comfortable, her tits rocking toward her face whenever she moved. I held the eye contact for a long time. I leaned toward her and spoke softly, "If you need to get off there's no sense in waiting."
"Help me then," she whimpered.
I ran my hand along her ample thighs. It was the first time I had touched her sensually and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine into my balls. I wanted to satisfy this confident beautiful woman. I wanted her juices all over my face and my hands all over her tits. Her thighs gave way to lavender panties as I pushed her skirt up slowly, and her pussy was indeed warm as I placed my cupped hand over her underwear. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the light pressure. I began to move my hand, pushing the heel against her pubic bone, feeling her push back.
As her wetness began to come through I got down on my knees in front of her and spread her legs apart. I continued to softly caress her pussy as I kissed the insides of her thighs. Bri took in a sharp breath as she felt me nibbling on her soft creamy thighs and let it out in a quiet hum. Her breasts stood like proud hills with her soft stomach a meadow in the foreground.
I could see only her eyes above them like two shy suns.
I pressed my face against her warm moist panties and began rubbing her with my lips and chin, her aroma like clover. She responded by taking her breasts in her hands and moaning my name softly. "Take off your shirt," I said.
Her shirt came off revealing a black bra with a little bow between her tits. As the clasps snapped open and the bra came off, the proud hills parted revealing a cute wry smile. Bri's nipples stood hard, one of them pierced. She took them between her fingers and worked them as I pulled off her now soaked-through panties. I had seen her pussy before, at the beach, but I had never looked at it like this. I had never noticed how beautiful and tan it is, how smoothly she keeps it waxed. I wanted it in my mouth.
Bri looked down at me and ran her hands through my hair, "I'm going to thank you in advance for the orgasm I'm about to have." Then she pulled my face up to her wet warmth by my hair. Gentle violence, I thought as I tasted her pussy for the first time. Bri tasted so good. She tastes like my first lover did, which brings up many happy memories of heady young sex for me. I devoured her. She began to moan and writhe in earnest when I took her swollen clit into my mouth and ground my face from side to side. Her moans were pure bending tones. I suspected voice lessons in her childhood.
When I inserted one curved finger into her and increased my pressure on her clit she started to talk about her approaching orgasm. She said all kinds of flattering things to me while I sucked and massaged and finger-fucked her pussy, but I didn't want this to be about me. It was purely her; I was a sex toy, a means to an end. I figured out exactly what was going to make her cum and I drove her to the edge. I didn't stop driving to her until I felt her body fall off the cliff into the orgasmic aether. It's so thick there that it holds a body up, it envelopes it like thick pillowy clouds. All warmth and pleasure there. I squeezed her tits and slowed my pace, letting her enjoy the orgasm. It sounded like a good one.
Afterward I collapsed next to her, feeling very accomplished and satisfied despite never having done anything about my pressing hardon. No matter. We just sat slumped on the couch, remembering our neglected glasses of red wine, talking about her childhood for some reason. The wine tasted even better with her taste still lingering on my tongue. Crimson and clover.
The End.
Some Light Office Work
I am in your office placing files and papers that need signing on your desk. I notice the picture of you and your gorgeous wife and sigh. The good ones are always married, I think to myself. Let alone my boss.
I am startled and almost drop the photo. I place it back on the table and swirl around in time to see you strolling into the office. Your face is slightly annoyed at the sight of me. "I'm sorry, sir. I was just dropping off some paper work for you. How was the meeting?"
"Fine," you respond with a short tone. You walk around your desk, and I pivot around to stay looking in your direction. "Was there something else you wanted?"
"Um, no, sir. Sorry, I'll leave you." I turn to go as the phone rings. I hear you clear your voice, and I know you have no intentions on answering it.
Knowing I won't make it back to my desk in time to answer the call, I grab the phone off your desk. The caller is asking for you and I put them on hold. "Sir, would you like to take this call?"
You shake your head no and continue to gaze at me. Your eyes make me a bit uncomfortable as I tug at my skirt and the opening of my buttoned shirt. I pick the phone back up and ask if I can take a message. The caller starts to babble a long message. While responding with minimal sounds to the phone, I scoot around behind your desk with an apologetic face. You push back from your desk in your chair to allow me to open your desk drawer for a pen and pad of paper. My hand comes close to your lap when I do this. I steal a look at your face to see if you are as nervous as I am. Of course you're not. You're happily married and this is all in my head. I shut the drawer and turn my back to you to write down the phone caller's detailed message. I hear you adjust in your seat and slide your chair closer to your desk. I can feel your knee graze my leg as you move. I shudder a bit then freeze when your hand grips my inner thigh.
"I should be getting back to my desk..." I begin to say as I hang up the phone. I am still frozen and unsure if I should move, if I want to move. How often I had thought of your attention being thrown my way.
"You're fine where you are," you say and squeeze my leg a bit higher. "Why don't you read that message you just wrote to me? I am sure it must be important."
Shocked by the causal tone in your voice, I stutter as I begin to read my writing. You other hand finds my top button and releases it. I catch my breath as I feel your fingernail scrape my skin for a moment. Your fingers find the next set of buttons.
"Is something wrong?" You pop open the third set of buttons. One of your fingers dances along the lace trim of my bra before sliding underneath the material in search of my nipple. You graze your nail and rough fingertip back and forth until my nipple gets hard.
"... Sir... I should get back... I shouldn't be distracting you. All of those papers need to be dealt with before the end of the day." I straighten up, pull my shirt together, and try to turn to face you and distance myself. When I turn around, you slide directly in front of me and put your hands on your desk by my sides. My right hand still hovering over my loose shirt, I lean back on my left.
"You are no distraction at all. To the contrary, with you here, I am sure that everything will be taken care of in no time. What's the first thing in the pile?"
I carefully grab the first file, trying not to get any closer, worried and anxious about your motive. I begin to explain its contents when you untuck my shirt and stand up embarrassingly close. You brush aside my hair off my neck and place your lips at the corner of my jaw. You unbutton the rest of my shirt and push it aside. I stop reading and gasp at your teeth nipping my collarbone.
"Please continue," you take a pause to say. When I begin to read again, you swiftly lift me up by my ass and place me on the edge of your desk. Your hands slide up to my shoulders to push off my shirt. You lift my wrists to remove the shirt completely, taking a small bit upon each; my voice catches each time. One hand finds comfort resting on my exposed thigh while the other plays with the lace rim of my bra. I drop a hand to my leg to hold yours in place. I toil to concentrate on both what I'm reading aloud and where you fingers and lips are. I see a grin flash across your face and disappear before I even have time to process its meaning. There is a quick snap and a chill runs up and down my back as your fingers graze me and slide my bra away. Lips and teeth encircle my nipple already hard in the cool air. A moan escapes me, and my protecting hand on my leg grips your fingers. I hear you suppress a chuckle and loosen my grip to inch your hand closer.
"...Oh, wow... wait... oh" I sigh and arch my back closer to your lips. I try to tell myself to stop this now, come up with multiple reasons why this was such an idiotic idea. But I close my eyes and bite my lip instead.
"Now, how can I get my work done when you close your eyes and stop reading? I need you to continue so I can continue."
Your voice snaps my eyes back open. The challenge in your eyes makes me blush with a bit of shame for my next decision: I open the folder again and continue reading. I see you grin and nod before sitting down in your chair. You slide both hands to my skirt and push it up to expose my stockings and panties. Your thumb strokes gently across the already moist material. You trail kisses and bites from my knee to your thumb. I can feel you breathe in my scent before your thumb begins to rub a bit harder.
Your other hand reaches around me and retrieves the scissors. My eyes widen and voice staggers as I watch you bring the scissors right up close to my vulnerable pussy. You pause, glance up at me with a warning, a warning of stopping. I continue to read as my pulse races. You pull the stockings away from my body and swiftly slice them open with the scissors. The cold metal briefly touches my thigh and makes me jump. I look at your face, blush and grin while I keep
reading. You push aside my damp panties to find the source. I close my eyes at the touch of your rough fingertip upon my sensitive skin. Your thumb finds my clit again, this time it's so much more intense.
My voice gets breathier and slow. My breathing is heavy. You slide your chair closer to the desk, forcing my legs to spread and skirt to gather around my waist. One hand cups my ass firmly while the other continues to tease my pussy perfectly. I feel your lips get close to my pussy and instinctively spread my legs wider to allow you more access and lean back upon my arm. Your tongue touches my wet pussy for the first time and I cry out loud. I hear you make a sound of approval before plunging your tongue deep into me. Your fingers replace your tongue in my pussy and you suck and nip at my clit. My hips move suddenly forward towards your face, pleading for more. Your hand on my ass gropes with more energy and need. I feel your fingers pushing through the fabric of my panties and the stockings still intact. I moan again forgetting about the file. I drop it on the desk then grip onto your shoulder for balance. Your fingers, teeth and tongue force me into orgasm. I drive my fingers through your hair and pull as you push me over the edge.
Your fingers relax, and you sit up. I flutter my eyes open to see a hungry look still upon your face. The phone rings. Flustered, I glance at the phone and back at you. You just smile and ask, "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"
The phone rings again. I slowly move a hand to the phone and try to gain my voice back when I say hello. I see you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants before standing. Without bothering to remove any more of my clothing or yours, you grab my free hand and force it upon your hard cock. I stroke up and down while you guide the head to my dripping pussy. Your cock feels hard and warm against my wet skin. A small moan escapes my lips into the phone. I apologize and confirm to the caller that I am listening. Your cock continues to gently rub and just barely push into my pussy.