by K. T. Red
He kisses my fingers as I try to free myself. “Just tell me and then I will let you touch yourself and have your orgasm.”
I groan in anger and fustration, close to crying. “Because I can.” He nods and stands, freeing my hands. As I take them to the hot spot between my legs, Emil pulls his sweater over his head. He obviously looks after himself - not overly muscular but nicely toned and firm. I twirl my fingers as quick as I can, my need for climax becoming ever more urgent, my clit so highly aroused that it‘s almost painful. I watch as Emil undoes his belt and lowers his zip. His hard cock springs free as he pushes his jeans down and removes them. The sight of that thick length of meat does the trick and I cry out with relief and delight as my orgasm finally breaches.
Chapter Seven
“Are you feeling better now?” he asks as he climbs back on the bed, settling himself down next to me.
I shut my eyes and sigh, content as my moist sex pulses beneath my fingers. “Mmmmm. Much better thanks.” I allow myself a luxurious full body stretch.
Emil strokes my hair, chuckling softly. “Mon dieu, Sarah. What am I to do with you?”
I smile. “I could suggest several things.”
“You know no shame, do you?” he asks as he lazily fondles my breasts.
I open my eyes and focus on the naked male body lying next to me. I lower my hand and wrap it around his erection to the sound of a deep sigh. “I am what I am, Emil. You know that. If you’re looking for a nice, sweet girl, you’re in the wrong bed!” I give him a few slow strokes, producing lovely low moans. “If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
“I never said that I didn’t like it.”
His cock feels nice and warm as I hold it in my hands and softly stroke it. “Then what?”
Taking a deep breathe, he carefully rolls onto his side to face me. “It was quite wicked - what you did. You did it to spite me, Sarah. And you ruthlessly abused someone’s trust to do that.”
I shrug. “She’ll never know.”
“That does not make it right.”
I release his cock and turn my head to look at him. “Was it right to break in and frighten me half to death in my own home?”
He shuts his eyes and returns my hand to his shaft. “No. No, it wasn’t.” He sighs and opens his eyes. “I am truly sorry. I did not intend to scare you.” I move my hand up his shaft and cup the head, my thumb caressing the smooth surface.
“Was it right to hit me?”
He reaches out with a hand to cup my face, stroking where he had struck minutes before. “No, chere. That was unforgivable.” He softly moans as I continue to fondle his cock-head. His hand strokes my hair then travels down my back to pull me closer to him. “But you hit me too - and surprisingly hard! You have a temper, though I don‘t know why that should surprise me.”
I smile. “If someone hurts me, I hurt them right back.”
Emil kisses the top of my head. “And that is precisely the point you were trying to make - isn’t it? You are not a woman to turn the other cheek.”
Keeping him tightly in my hand, I lower my mouth to his chest. “You humiliated me and taunted me.” I kiss the light covering of soft, dark hair on his torso. “You watched me having sex with another man like it was nothing more than cheap, trashy entertainment. You degraded me.” I lick and suck his nipples as I start to stroke his erection. “You turned my desires and appetites against me - for your own benefit.”
He rolls on to his back, taking me with him. As I come to rest, half lying on top of him, his hot flesh still in my hand, he tilts my head up to look at him. “No, chere. Not just for my benefit.” He kisses my hand. “For our benefit.”
Chapter Eight
Releasing his cock, I ease myself over to straddle him. I lie flat against him, my breasts squashed between us. He closes his eyes, moans and rests his hands on my ass. As he tilts his head back slightly, I nibble his jaw, laughing as his cock nudges between my legs.
Emil chuckles “Mmmm - I like that. It’s very nice.”
I carry on kissing his jaw and stroking his chest. “What’s nice?”
“Your laugh.” Like lightening, he flips me onto my back, staying snug between my thighs, his cock pressing my clit. A hand caresses my breasts as he kisses my neck. Propping himself up on his elbows, he smiles down at me. “I’ve heard you shout and scream and curse. I’ve heard a whole assortment of moans and groans.” He lowers himself to lie flat against me, hands either side of my head. Stroking my hair, he lowers his mouth to my ear. “I’ve heard you cry out like a wild animal as you reach orgasm.” He kisses me hard but slow. “But I’ve never heard you laugh before. It is very nice.”
Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and take my hands down Emil’s back and press him closer to me. The full weight of him between my legs, the feel of his hard length trapped between our bodies begins to whet my appetite and I feel myself growing moist and warm. I wriggle slightly as I feel Emil’s hot breath on my neck.
“Oh - you want some more do you?” Emil moves and presses harder against me, his fingers tangle up in my hair.
I laugh. “You know me, Emil, I’m a very greedy girl.”
Emil kisses my neck, my throat, my ears, my face and my lips. His hands caress my face as his lips meet mine with increasing desire. “My greedy girl with the most beautiful laugh.” I feel warm, expert hands as they fondle my breasts, soft kisses on my neck and the gentlest flutter of eyelashes.
I sigh. “Mmm. That feels nice.”
He shuffles a little lower, planting his mouth on a nipple as he massages the other breast. “My greedy girl with the most beautiful breasts.” His mouth covers the whole nipple area, suckling like a child. Hands massage as lips and tongue kiss and lick.
I moan in bliss, sighing “Oh....Emil....so.....nice....”
Moving lower still, Emil keeps his hands fondling divinely as he kisses my stomach. I squeal and wriggle as he playfully pokes his tongue into my navel. “My greedy girl with the most beautiful abdomen.”
I can feel the heat between my legs building and my heartbeat quickens along with my breathing. “Oh.....Emil......”
Lower still, he kisses just above my mound - where my hair would be if I had any. His hands stroke my stomach and waist; his chin grazes ever so close to the hood of my clit, the tiniest of sensations, making me yearn for more.
I shiver in anticipation as he moves, aching to feel his mouth on my sex again. Teasing me, I sigh as I feel his mouth kiss the soft flesh of my inner thighs. “My greedy girl with the most beautiful legs.” His hands stroke and caress my thighs, taking care to avoid my most sensitive flesh.
“Oh.....Emil....please....” I want his mouth on me. I want it so bad. I roll my head from side to side on my pillow, gripping the duvet in my hands. I open my eyes when I feel him stop to see that he’s resting on his knees between my wide open legs, his hands on my knees as he gazes down at me.
“Oh, chere. You are my beautiful, naughty, greedy girl with the most beautiful sex.” He slowly takes his hands down my legs, stopping at the very topmost, sensitive area of flesh.
I ache to feel his mouth on me. “Oh....Emil.....” I place a hand on his erection for a moment but it’s his lips, his mouth and his tongue I want. I shudder as he strokes a finger along my moist, outer lips.
He bores into me with those dark blue eyes. “What is it that you want, my greedy girl?”
I sigh and close my eyes, my voice catching in my throat. “Kiss me......please...” I feel his mouth on my abdomen, kissing me quickly before he drags his tongue in one smooth motion from my navel, between my breasts and up my neck. By the time our lips meet, there’s already a big smile on my face.
And it stays there all the time Emil retraces his steps until he is nestled between my thighs, hooking one over each of his shoulders. I am also fran
tic with anticipation - waiting for that single blissful second when his mouth first touches my flesh. One moment of total, absolute and utter selfishness as I wait for my uninvited visitor to pleasure me.
“Oh!” That first touch. The exquisite feel of his lips as he kisses my moist flesh. I rest my hands on his head as the most gentle, moist sensations his lips and tongue create a slow, steady burn deep within my core.
“Oh.......” Emil’s licks and flicks are the most subtle I’ve ever experienced - as far from Scott’s brutal, animal passion and Annie’s innocent curiosity as humanly possible. As wet and warm as the folds of my burning sex, his thick, skilful tongue navigates it’s way around my feminine landscape like it’s going home.
“Oh........” I can barely believe the slow build-up. Emil keeps his kisses slow and soft as my body simply melts into the bed. Unhurried and leisurely. Incredibly smooth and slick. My heart is racing and my breaths are quick and light.
I can only sigh and gasp in delight as all sense of reality evaporates into thin air. Stronger, quicker kisses take me higher and closer. I writhe in increasing ecstasy as my joyful moans echo around the room.
“Oh......Emil.....” His mouth moves to cover my clit and more soft sucks and licks rain down on me. A deep, low tension begins to spiral around my core and the heat between my legs threatens to ignite. I feel so absolutely worshipped as this powerful, successful businessman blesses me with the most intensely luxurious oral sex I’ve ever had. As he concentrates on my swollen clit, my entire being starts to dissolve.
A pool of heat grows as Emil strokes my folds in time with his sucks. I shake from head to toe as the build-up becomes almost unbearable. Hardly breaking his stride, I hear Emil ask “Ready, chere?”
I can only manage to whimper “Oh......Emil........” His tongue twirls over my clit faster and faster, his lips press themselves firmly against my very wet flesh. I can barely breathe, the heat within me is incredible as I surrender into the most glorious delirium. My body undulates repeatedly as waves of rapture in a series of the most amazing, all-consuming orgasms. Intense, slow throbs from the centre of my sex flood every single inch of my body. I feel my muscles relax and contract as one orgasm leads easily to another then another. I feel like I’m glowing, like I could burst into flame.
Emil continues to lick my juices as they flow from deep within. I continue to moan in ecstasy as the strong, deep pulses seem never ending. I gasp for breath as Emil relaxes his pressure and then kisses his way back up my body. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me quickly before pulling me into an embrace.
Chapter Nine
I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. I can’t see. I can barely think, my thoughts spinning around in a whirlpool. I feel like I’m floating. My eyes are heavy and all I can do is settle comfortably into Emil’s chest, sighing as his arms hold me close. I can’t feel anything but extreme contentment. I know Emil is holding me tightly but I can’t quite feel it. I think I can hear my heart beating - or it could be my neighbours banging on the wall!
“Are you okay, chere?” Emil strokes my back and kisses the top of my head. I still can’t string two words together and can only nod and sigh. I slowly drift back down to earth and place a kiss on Emil’s chest. As normal feeling returns to my body, I smile and chuckle as I feel that hard length of cock still waiting for me to lavish my attention on it.
Breathing deeply, I manage to move a hand down to hold him. “When I can remember my name, I will be delighted to return the compliment, Monsieur Emil.”
Emil buries his face in my hair. “Your name, my beautiful greedy girl, is Sarah.” I feel his hot breath on me. “I tell you this to aid your recovery” he groans then adds “which I hope will be soon as I find myself in very great need for the compliment to be repaid!”
I cannot help but chuckle. He looked fit to burst long before he went down on me - he must be close to passing out by now! “You have no-one to blame but yourself. You could have ravished me senseless and satisfied your own needs as well.”
“Yes, I could have. But I was enjoying your responses far too much and I am certain that the wait will be worth it. Now, chere, what I need to know is whether you are still feeling hungry?”
I raise my face to see the burning need clearly etched all over his. I give his cock a slight squeeze and move up to kiss him hard. “What do you think?”
Emil lets out a long, deep groan. “Oh, thank all the heavens for that!” He kisses me passionately then rolls on to his back, folding his hands behind his head with a big grin on his handsome face. “Sarah, my beautiful girl. Show me how greedy you really are and feast upon me!”
I could - if I wanted - take it really slow and torment the man but I don’t. I simply slide myself down his body, his cock still in my hand. I kneel between his thighs and, for the first time since this - this - this whatever this thing is - started, take the opportunity to have a good look at Emil.
He truly is a very fine looking man. I would guess he’s in his early forties so he’s got a decade of experience on me. His body is toned and firm but not overly muscular - a swimmer or a runner but not a body-builder. A light smattering of fine, dark hair covers his chest and I notice a large, faded scar which runs the full length of his ribcage. If he’s this handsome now, he must have been totally devastating when he was younger. Looking down on this attractive, strong and intelligent man, I can’t help but wonder what it is that he sees in someone like me.
Keeping him firmly in hand, I kiss the area surrounding the dark thatch of hair at the base of his manhood. I release him partially and press his warm flesh against my cheek, taking in a deep breath of his manly scent. Emil sighs a low, drawn-out sigh as I kiss the length of his shaft before wrapping my fingers around him.
Licking my lips in anticipation, I smirk and then go to work. Still breathing him in, I take each ball in turn into my mouth, sucking and licking until they are coated with my saliva. I blow gently on them, making the skin pucker and Emil gasp before kissing them wet again. My tongue dances over them in a figure of eight before I slowly drag it up the length of his delicious cock.
“Mmmm......that’s very nice.” Emil groans as I slide my tongue over the head, around and around in smooth circular motions. I taste his flesh and it makes my mouth water. Placing the fingers of both hands on his shaft, I move them lightly up and down as I slide my lips over the velvety tip. I kiss his shiny head, my lips easily gliding back and forth. I keep my lips over the whole savoury morsel, sucking and licking to a melody of happy moans and sighs.
“Oh......that’s so good....” Emil places a hand on my head, taking a loose fistful of my hair. “Take all of me into your sweet mouth, beautiful chere.” I brace myself, placing a hand either side of Emil’s body and start a long, deliberately slow slide down the whole of his meaty length. I hear him groan then draw his breath in as I keep him deep in my mouth, sucking. I take my tongue up and down the shaft a few times before sliding back up just as slow.
I wrap a hand around the shaft, made wet by my saliva and stroke as I suck the bulbous head. His breathing is quicker now, both his hands entangled in my hair as he raises his knees and folds his legs behind me.
“Oh, Sarah......so....nice...” I crouch down low, enclosed by Emils’ legs and slide him deep again. He groans and tightens his grip on my hair, raising his ass. Encouraged by his response, I repeat the action. Slow, full length slides, taking him deep time after time. My hands encase his balls, massaging them so gently. I moan as I slide, savouring the tasty pre-cum now flowing from him.
“Ah.....oui....chere.........” Emil is lost now, in his own wondrous world. His head rolls from side to side, his eyes shut tight. I take my hands back to his shaft as I suck and swallow all his salty fluid - greedy girl that I am. Deep, lust-filled groans abound. He must be so very close.
Bracing myself again, I show him just how hungry I really
am. Long, deep slides taking him deep, his salty fluid and my saliva making it a wet, slushy ride. My saliva runs down his shaft and onto his balls. I slurp noisily, lapping every single drop up as Emil writhes and moans loudly.
Sucking harder and sliding faster, I urge Emil on as he guides my head in tune with his increasingly desperate need. Faster and deeper, slurping and sucking harder, Emil raises his ass, throws his head back and shouts “Mon Dieu! Oh, Sarah!” as he finally reaches his explosive climax.
Hot jets of semen burst into my mouth and I close my eyes and moan along with Emil, taking just as much pleasure from his joy of release. I relish every drop, holding it in my mouth for a few precious seconds before swallowing it all.
Emil’s eyes open and he stares up at the ceiling, smiling. He keeps his hands in my hair and his legs wrapped around me, keeping me close. I keep his cock in my mouth, feeling every powerful throb on my lips. I softly suck until he begins to subside.
Chapter Ten
Sliding him out, I lower myself to rest on Emil’s stomach. His spent cock lies glowing between my breasts. I kiss his abdomen, my hands resting on his chest. When he lowers a hand to mine and raises it to his mouth, kissing it gently, I am startled to find tears falling from my eyes.
I press my face into Emil’s body as the surge of emotional - and physical - outpouring begins to overwhelm me. I can feel the slow, deep throbs inside him against my cheek. I let out a half-sigh, half-sob. “Oh.....Emil...”
Still holding my hand, he places a slow kiss in my palm. “Talk to me, Sarah. Tell me how you feel.”
I stay nestled where I am. I feel safe. I take a deep breath, my voice hitching as I speak. “Oh, Emil. Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
He kisses me again. “Because, you bad-tempered, greedy, beautiful creature, the second I saw you - the real you, not the one who sits behind her desk - I wanted you. It is as simple as that.”