by Mia Moore
I peel the jeans and sweatshirt off and go to my dresser, take the garter belt and stockings from the top drawer and slip them on.
Jesus, his cock was just inches from my face, every bit as big as my fantasies. Bigger even. The knob on the end was huge. I grab the demi bra with the push up padding. My girls may not be as big as Claire’s but they’re nice enough. The padding helps too, pushing them right to the edge of the cups, just a hint of nipple showing.
Is he still up there? I cock my ear to the ceiling; holding my breath waiting to hear anything.
‘It’s our little secret.’ That was him. Then footsteps across the floor that I follow right out to the hallway. Fuck! He’s on his way!
I race back into the bedroom and slip the stiletto heels on, sit down on the bed trying to breathe my way to a quiet state. It’s hard, because I’m horny as hell, picturing him fucking Claire. It’ll be my turn soon. I can’t stand it.
I lie on the bed and open my legs. My fingers slip inside the bra and close on my nipple, pinching hard, while my mind sees his mouth there. Oh God, Claire said he was great at eating pussy. My other hand, the one I don’t usually touch myself with, slides to my clit. Just a soft graze of my finger across the tip sends ripples of lust through my groin.
Shouldn’t he be here by now if he’s coming? ‘I like to watch.’ His words play in my mind. Well so do I Mike, but maybe it’s time that I got fucked. What if he went to his apartment and is sitting there watching, getting his motor running again after the bout with Claire?
My chin lifts and I look at the ceiling. “Are you watching me? Do you like my outfit? I wore it especially for you. You liked it on Claire from the way you were fucking her.”
A ringing sound in the kitchen causes me to startle. Oh my God. Could it be?
I jump off the bed and race to get my cell phone, take a deep breath before answering it.
“Hello?”
“I am and I do. You’re hotter.” His voice is husky, but it’s Mike.
“But I want to see you--see your face watching me.” My turn to let him know what I want. I walk back into the bedroom. Please Mike, I haven’t been fucked in a long time.
“I’ll let myself in. Get back on the bed.”
I scan the bedroom ceiling, searching for the camera. Fuck, he’s good—no sign of it. I lay on the bed once more, the blood pulsing in my eardrums, breathing fast and shallow. I start touching myself again.
At the apartment door, there’s a snick and the creak of a floor board, his footsteps, but then they stop. I watch the doorway, waiting to see him enter my bedroom but there’s nothing. Oh God, what is he doing? Hurry. I’m almost panting now. A few minutes pass but it seems like hours.
My eyes are wide when his body fills the opening.
He’s wearing a mask from Phantom of The Opera. It covers half his face. His eyes flash through the openings, just part of his lips show. But sweet mother of God, he’s naked! His body is perfect, broad shoulders, muscular arms and a fine mat of hair covering his chest, a dark line narrowing between six pack abs and down…down…to that glorious cock, standing straight out…a cock that makes my mouth water…the cock I’ve fantasized about.
He takes a step closer and I notice the bulging muscles of his legs, the narrow hips.
I’m spread and waiting for him. Is he going to make me beg, masturbate for him? The thought sends an electrical jolt of please to my core.
“Touch yourself. I love the look in your eyes when you play with your pussy.” He steps closer, until he towers over me, standing at the foot of the bed, watching me.
My hand drifts to my pussy and I spread my lips, glaze my finger over the firm bud of my clit.
“Like this? You like watching me play with myself? I like you watching.” I gaze at his cock. “But there’re other things I like too.”
My words hit home. His hand circles his cock and he massages it. I watch him stroke himself as he ogles my pussy.
“How’s this?” He steps to the side of the bed, close to where my head nestles into the pillow. His cock is above my face, his hand massaging the length.
“Would you like me to help you with that?” I lift my hand from my pussy and touch the satin helmet of his cock, roll my finger in the slit, wetting it with his slippery arousal, and slip my finger into my mouth. I taste our lust, suck my finger to the first knuckle and slide it back out.
His knob is in the palm of my hand and I gasp when his hand reaches to touch my clit. We peer into each other’s eyes as our hands slowly caress, tease each other until our hips take on a life of their own, rocking back and forth.
I’m close to orgasm from the way his fingers tease my clit. My heart thunders, cunt aching for more. “Fuck me, please. Hurry… I need your cock inside me.” I lie on my back and spread my legs farther.
In a flash he’s on me, his hand holding his cock, sliding it over my clit and down, pushing into me, deeper and deeper. I gasp when it punches my cervix, and jerk back. “Oh God, that hurts.”
“You’d better do the work then. You like that don’t you? I’ve seen you.” His voice is a growl and his hands sweep under my ass, rolling both of us over so that I’m on top of him.
He knows my darkest fantasies…watched me pleasure myself dreaming of this…his cock inside me. I pull my legs up, straddle his hips and raise my ass, cock sliding slowly out of my cunt…Stay perched above him, just the tip of his meat in my opening…waiting for the words he’s heard me say.
“Ride my cock Tara. Fuck it and squeeze it tight or I’ll take it away.”
I lower my ass, pull my muscles tight, feeling the thick head, every vein and ridge in his cock, filling my cunt with him. When he’s all the way in, my hips roll in small circles, pulling at his shaft, gorging myself on him.
“I love the sight of my cock in your cunt…the little pearl of pleasure aching for my finger…” He puts his finger in his mouth, wetting it and slides it over my clit.
A moan escapes my lips at the intense sensation. “This is perfect. Please…Don’t stop.”
When I rise again, slowly, reluctant to be empty of his thick cock, his finger strokes my clit and I fall back onto him, impale my cunt with his manhood, roll against his pelvic bone, so deep…so fucking full.
His hips jerk up, fucking me deeper and I cry out. Once more I raise, his other hand cupping my ass, fingers searching between my cheeks until he finds it. OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK! His finger burns inside me as I ride him…his other finger rubbing my clit fast.
“Squeeze it…faster now…” His hips thrust up...hands pushing, pulling, finger deep in my ass, hot burning, stretched…
“Come for me Tara! Look into my eyes!” His hand leaves my clit and he tears the mask off.
We buck into each other, riding the tsunami of lust that flows, cresting where we join, where we’re one…cockcunt…melded…falling into each other’s eyes, naked and exposed.
We explode together. Grasping and gasping, lost in ourselves and each other. I claw at his chest, my nails digging as he clutches my hips, driving me deeper. His lips pull back into a snarl as he fills me with his cum. My face tightens as my orgasm takes me.
Again and again we grasp and clutch onto each other; cockcunt, TaraMike, pounding and taking, conquering and relenting…
Bliss.
“Oh fuck…” I melt into his arms, fall into his chest, inhale the salty scent of him and he strokes my back, his hand a warm caress.
I raise my head and lean into him, about to kiss him but he turns away.
“No.”
But my hand is on his face, the scarred, smooth flesh under my fingers, pulling him back, placing my lips on his, kissing him hard. My lips part, tongue glides over the fullness and then the side that’s small, almost not even there.
He tries to pull me away but it’s a half hearted attempt. My tongue lingers on his scars and his lips part. His cock still thick inside, now we’re fully joined, our tongues embracing, a reflection of our souls. My eyes well
with tears and fall onto his and still we kiss.
Once more he rolls me over, his body warm and heavy on mine. His penis slips out and nestles in my cleft, the liquid of our pleasure wet and hot. He lifts his head and his eyes look into mine.
“You’re safe. Don’t cry.”
At his words, I realize how important this is to me. Safe in his arms, safe to just be with him--for a while anyway.
“How long have you been watching me?” My voice is just above a whisper.
He braces his upper body on his elbows and traces his finger along the scar on my cheek. “Since you moved in. I know all about you.” He rolls onto his side, next to me. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do.” His mouth is on my nipple, licking it and teasing it till it’s firm and pebbly.
“A top hat. I knew you’d have top hats, not buttons.” He grins up at me.
“Like you wouldn’t know that? By the way, where IS the camera?”
He points to the ceiling, just above the door, at the smoke detector. Then, to a spot above the window. “I watched you from all sorts of angles.”
“Just me, or do you watch everyone’s apartment?” My fingers toy with his shoulder.
“What do you think?” He lowers his head to my other nipple, takes it between his teeth, nibbling softly.
“Will you show me? You know I like to watch too.” I hold my breath waiting for his answer.
“Sure. But please—no more trips on the fire escape, okay? It’s really old; you could fall. They need to replace it. Besides, you’ll be more comfortable sitting in my apartment. Would you like to watch with me?” His tongue extends, flicking across my nipple but his lips are drawn back in a smile.
“What about Claire?” I blurt.
“What about her? You liked watching me fuck her didn’t you? It got you all warmed up.” He bites my nipple.
“Ow!” He’s teasing me. “As long as you save some for me, I guess it’s none of my business who you fuck.” I take a deep breath. This is fun but there’re other things I want to do. Falling in love is not part of that.
He lifts his head and his eyes are soft, when he looks at me. “You’re the first woman who’s—“
“Found out about your hobby! Lucky for you, it was me.” I push my torso up and swivel my legs to the floor. “I need to take a shower. You can join me if you promise to show me the set up.”
I turn and walk from the room before he can answer. I don’t need to hear what I think he was going to say before I got up. We share the same kink and he’s a great fuck, that’s all.
I pull the shower curtain back and turn on the tap. His hand glides over my ass and pinches the cheek.
“Oh Tara. The fun we’re going to have.” His mouth nuzzles into my neck.
Chapter 22
Later, we’re sitting together eating pizza, drinking beer, sitting in front of the monitors. I can’t believe the detail he’s able to get, zooming in and out, adjusting volume, even RECORDING stuff that’s really hot. I want to see everything.
“How about Ogre’s place. I want to see what she’s up to.” I take a mouthful of pizza and chew. Sarge is in my lap begging for tidbits. She’s the coolest cat and the kittens are so sweet!
“Ogre’s a good name for her. Let’s see.” He takes a swig of beer and clicks the mouse, bringing her living room into view. “Nope. She must be in the bedroom. Hope her girlfriend is there and not some client.”
He clicks again and there she is. He’s in luck. Olga and the chick I saw her with in the grocery store, lay next to each other on the bed. It’s either post coital bliss or they’re warming up to something, judging by the way they kiss.
I glance at Mike and he strokes my thigh. I had to put clothes on to walk down here with him and they feel tight, itchy on my skin. I’m sure he won’t mind. I place Sarge on the floor and stand up, slip the sweatshirt over my head and then undo my pants.
He watches me strip, grins and stands up to take his clothes off as well. His cock is thick again and I’m pretty sure it’s from me, not the naked women on the monitor.
He dragged the sofa over to the monitors when we got there, replacing the chair, so we could sit together. Our thighs touch as we watch Olga. My hand snakes across, holds his cock, strokes it slowly watching Olga finger the other woman’s clit, finger fuck her while the smaller woman fondles and sucks Olga’s breast.
“Have you ever made love to a woman?” He turns from the screen and his eyes meet mine. Absently he toys with my nipple, scrapes his thumbnail across it.
“Sure, I tried it. Hell, I tried everything when I got to the big city.” There’s a dribble of pre-cum leaking from his cock that I smear over the head, rolling it in my palm.
He sets his pizza aside and pulls my knee, spreading my legs and places his hand on my pussy. Once more, it’s like a jolt of electricity when his finger slides over my clit. I slide forward on the seat, spreading myself wider for him.
“Did you like it? Eating pussy? Getting your pussy licked by a woman?” He eases off the sofa and kneels between my legs. His hands pull my ass to the edge and he licks me for the first time. His tongue is warm velvet, firm, flicking across the tip of my clit. Fuck, it’s nice. Claire was right; he IS good at eating pussy.
He pulls back and his voice is almost a whisper. “Tell me what it was like, the first time your pussy was licked by another woman.” His smile is pure evil. “I want explicit details. You’re a writer aren’t you? And…” His tongue is a whir on my clit and I moan at the exquisite sensation. “Better make it good or I’ll stop this.”
Oh fuck, the pleasure that settles low in my stomach. He knows just what to say to make me ache with lust.
“Okay, just don’t stop.” I take a breath. “The first time was Gloria— a hot red head who’d been giving me the eye all night.” I glance at the screen where Olga is licking and finger fucking the blonde to beat the band. “She had big boobs and a tight ass, wearing six inch stilettos with legs that went to her chin. Guys and women were hitting on her, but she wanted me.”
Oh God, my hands clutch his hair and the scarred baldness. His fingers are in me now; I mean all of me, my cunt and asshole. I pause enjoying his tongue, close to orgasm. He stops.
“Continue.”
“She followed me into the ladies room, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. It was the first time a woman had kissed me like that, lips soft on mine, tongue teasing, letting me know what she wanted to do with my pussy. Her hands were everywhere--my breasts, my ass, pulling my panties aside to finger my clit.
“When I responded, began to touch her breasts, grope her body, she knew she had me. She locked the door and pulled my dress off. Her mouth was soft on my breasts but her fingernails pinched the nipples hard. I swear I was close to orgasm just from that.”
Oh my God, he’s sucking my clit, teasing it with his tongue…I gasp when he curls his fingers inside me. It hurts soooo good.
“She lifted me onto the counter and knelt between my legs, just like you’re doing. But she lifted my legs and put my heels on the counter. I was spread open for her like an oyster.”
I’m not surprised when Mike lifts my legs and puts my feet on the sofa. On the monitor, the blonde chick is really moaning loud with Olga licking her pussy, fucking her with a dildo.
“Her lips and tongue on my clit were hot and fast. She sucked it and then pressed all her fingers inside me, fucking me hard with her hand. Jesus Mike, she was good, but you’re better.”
His fingers curling inside me give me the urge to pee. “Sorry, this is embarrassing but I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
His head draws back, his face slick with my wetness and looks at me. “No you don’t. Just relax and go with it. It won’t be the first time I’ve had a golden shower.”
OH my God he’s decadent! Is there nothing he won’t do?
I close my eyes just as the blonde on the screen screams her ecstasy. Olga must be pretty good at pleasing women too. “I watched her lic
k my clit, saw her tongue push and probe it while she fucked me. Her mouth and tongue drove me wild, just like you…OH FUCK…”
The orgasm starts in my clit, seeps down into my cunt and ass, pulses and rocks deeper still to my core. My hands fist in his hair, mash his face into my cunt, hips rocking back and forth with each beat of my heart. Oh God, I’ve never come like this before. It goes on forever and I scream. “MIKE! Oh God MIKE!” Still he devours me with his tongue forcing more pleasure.
One last jerk into him and I pull my ass back, push his head away from my pussy. Oh my God, there’s a drip of liquid hanging from his chin and nose. Oh no! I didn’t pee, did I? “Oh Mike, I’m sorry…” I hold his face in my hands as he rises to kiss me.
His tongue fills my mouth, my lips sucking at him, tasting my lust on him. He rises and sits beside me, takes me in his arms.
“What in the world would you have to be sorry for? You liked it, right?” His hand strokes my back.
“Oh my God, YES! It’s never been so intense.” I pull away from him and look into his eyes, see the smug look. “What?”
“Do you mean to tell me, you’ve never had a G spot orgasm? Get outta’ here.” It’s his turn to pull his head even farther back and grin.
“If that was what it was, then no. Never.” I lean forward and kiss him. “It better not be the last.” I slide down onto the floor and pull his knee to make space for me to kneel in front of him. “What’s Olga and her girlfriend doing now? Or is there something happening in another apartment that gets you hot?”
His cock is hard and I haven’t even touched it yet. I pull it towards my mouth while leaning closer, lick the tip and roll my tongue over the smooth head, inhale his musky scent.
“Oh fuck that’s nice…” His voice is soft and his hand strokes my head.
I look up at him, still licking and circling his shaft.
“Watching you do that is hotter than anything I could hope to see there.” He lifts his hand briefly, indicating the monitors.
I stroke his cock with my hand, open my mouth as wide as I can to take him inside. God he’s big; the head is bulbous, the shaft thick, filling my mouth, grazing the back of my throat. I pause for a moment and breathe slowly, concentrate on relaxing my throat to take all of him inside. Just a little bit more…my eyes water…my nose presses into his pubic bone. Oh God, I’ve never deep throated a guy as big as him.