by Vivien Vale
“Mmm,” she murmurs and then puts her finger back in the glass. Wide-eyed, I watch her drip some of her drink onto my pulsing cock.
The cool liquid sends pleasure pulsing through me. When she then gently laps up the droplets, I feel as if I’m going to fucking explode with pleasure.
“That’s better,” she says. “Sweet and salty mixed with sexual desire and lust.”
When her hot lips leave my cool cock, I want to just shove it right into her fucking pussy. For a microsecond, I don’t even fucking care I’m not wearing a condom.
But before I can act on my desire, she’s dripped more of her cocktail on my cock, and I shiver in anticipation.
Her tongue darts out, cleaning the dripping liquid off me and continuing to lick the length of my shaft for good measure.
“Ohhhhh,” I groan, unable to form any coherent words.
Is this woman real? Or is she a witch? If she had green eyes, I might be tempted to think I’d caught myself a witch, who was now using her wicked ways with me.
Whatever she is, I don’t fucking care. I just need to shove my throbbing fucking cock into her, into some part of her, any fucking part of her.
When she pours some more of her drink over me, I nearly go insane. Then she puts her mouth over my cock and starts to suck and lick and suck.
Explosions rip through me. My mind has gone completely blank and is filled with a hazy fog of intense lust. I need to fuck her.
As if reading my mind, Rose increases her speed and rhythm and bobs up and down on me, giving me a blowjob like I’ve never had one before.
The mixed sensations make me feel as if I’ve jumped out of a plane and am now floating weightless through the sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud.
I can feel my cum building in my balls, a tingling at the base of my spine, and I know that any second, I’m going to shoot the most humungous load down her pretty little throat.
My abs contract and flex again, and then my body stiffens. It’s coming. Any second.
Fuck.
“Roooooseeee,” I yelp and shoot my cream into her mouth.
I keep going and going, and she drinks every last drop of it.
When I finally finish, I collapse on the floor next to her.
She’s licking her lips.
“Not bad,” she comments. “Just the right combination of sweet and salty.”
I smile at her.
And then I lean forward to kiss her.
I start slow and gentle, picking up the taste of my own cum and Bailey’s on ice. Something stirs in me. My kiss becomes more demanding, and I force myself up on her.
I don’t ask permission, I just push my tongue into her mouth and practically reach for her fucking tonsils. I want to share in the taste of me she’s just had.
As I do, time slows down. There’s nothing else but Rose, me, and the sexual tension and lust between us. There’s no condom problem or anything else.
Nothing else exists. We are one.
We’re fucking perfect for each other, and right now?
I want to fuck her again.
Rose
I sigh. Why is life so fucking hard?
Couldn’t just once the stars align and let life be perfect?
Here is what seems like the perfect man: rich, incredibly good looking, sexy as all hell, interested in some kind of arrangement involving having his child with me―and yet he’s not able to fuck my pussy without a condom.
Man, oh man.
Fuck.
It was one thing agreeing to have a baby with Daniel, it was another finding out he can’t actually do it without latex.
Part of me still can’t believe it, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s playing with me. He seems to have no trouble at all fucking me in my mouth, as he just proved.
In fact, judging by what just happened, I’d say he fucking loves it. Why then does he need the rubber before he fucks my pussy?
Psychological.
It’s got to be fucking psychological. But what kind of psychological problem is it? Fear of being responsible for a chick to fall pregnant seems the most likely explanation.
I shake my head.
But if that was the case, it shouldn’t matter with me, since he wants me to have his child, right?
My thoughts go round and round in circles, and I fear I might go mad if I don’t stop. This is just fucking madness.
Can’t a girl get her happily ever after just once in real life? Why is it only in movies and fairy tales?
I mean, I’m accepting an incomplete happily ever after anyway. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I know he doesn’t love me. I know the arrangement is purely a business arrangement.
I shake my head and sit up.
“What’s the matter, babe?” He smiles at me.
“I think we should retire to a different part of the apartment.”
He chuckles, and I feel myself drown in his smile and eyes. Those eyes are gorgeous.
“Lead the way, my princess,” he jokes and gets to his feet.
I know I’m no princess. If I were, there would be no problem. Fairy tales and all.
“You know,” I don’t move away from the bar, “I’m still owed a Bailey’s on ice.”
Grinning, he prepares two drinks for us. I move over to the sound system and flick through it.
Soon, I’m dancing to some hip-hop, and I watch Daniel stare at me open-mouthed. I dance over to him and take my drink. I bring the glass to my lips and enjoy the coolness on my warm mouth.
I know my tits are bouncing up and down, and I can see my nipples harden already. Just as I bound past Daniel, he grabs me and pushes me against him.
Now we sway together to the music. Our hips are joined, and I feel his cock come to life as my ass rubs up against him.
Side to side and up and down, I move to the music. I feel his hips thrust forward into me, and I push back against him.
My skin is burning, and I just want him to fuck me. I want to feel his cock rammed into my hole.
I know he hasn’t got another condom. And I don’t think he’ll reuse the last one. Because eww.
My insides are alight. Flames of desire flicker and lick at my openings. Once he’s inside me, there’ll be an earthquake in here.
Time to turn the heat up. I take a step away, and he pulls me back. I step away, and he pulls me back.
I lean into him and feel his hands on my tits. They cup them and squeeze them. My nipples are so hard they push against the palm of his hand. Somehow, without leaving my tits, he’s able to rub against my nipples.
The sensation is so awesome I feel electric jolts pulse through me. There are stars in front of my eyes, and I yearn for him to push into me.
Here we go, here we go.
Come on, Daniel. Here we go. This is your fucking cue.
Maybe he senses my impatience. I feel him lead me across the room as we dance. At the bottom of the stairs, he turns me toward them and then pushes me forward. My reflex has me reaching forward and grabbing onto the railing.
Something pushes at my feet and I obey, spreading my legs.
I peer over my shoulder and see him right behind me. His fucking massive member is definitely as ready as I am. It’s sticking straight up in the air, bouncing a little when it senses my proximity.
This is going to be it. He’s going to fuck me in my most private hole.
In anticipation, I wiggle my ass back at him and drop myself forward a bit. Now my upper body is at ninety degrees to my legs.
My tits bounce freely from side to side.
Come on, I urge him on silently, and then I feel his hand on my clit. He’s barely touching it, but it makes me go wild.
I try and push against him but, skillfully, he resists. The touch is lighter than that of a feather. My juices flow in abundance.
Fuck. I moan. I throw my head back and arch my lower back.
Aware of his effect on me, he lets his index finger slide just past my clit into my saturated pu
ssy. He scoops up some of my juices and draws tiny circles along my ass.
The closer he gets to my hole, the more needy I become.
He uses both hands to massage, soothe, and knead. I relax and push back against him.
Back goes his hand to my clit. Now he uses thumb and index finger to squeeze my already over-sensitive clit really fucking hard.
I yelp in pleasure and pain. Tiny explosions ripple through me.
And then his fingers have left again.
I don’t know how much more of this torture I’ll be able to take.
“Pleeaasseee,” I beg and try to find his bouncing, throbbing cock.
He guides the tip of it to my opening. I sigh as I feel it push into me. Instead of going all the way, Daniel guides his dick gently into me, waiting for my hole to accommodate and relax around his cock.
His hands are now back on my tits, pinching and squeezing my nipples. The cocktail of sensations spreading through me is overwhelming. My head’s spinning, and my knees threaten to give way any second.
All of me is engulfed in ecstasy, and I fear I’m at risk of going mad.
Daniel is increasing the pace and rhythm. Faster and faster, he rams his cock inside of me. I try and meet him with each thrust and revel in the sound of his balls slapping against my ass.
Hard and faster he goes. I can feel him expand in me and my own body contracts its muscles in anticipation of me coming.
“Harder,” I pant and lower my body some more to feel him deeper in me.
His hands leave my tits and grab my hips. Now he’s pulling me toward, and I know it won’t be long before I’m going to fall off the edge of another orgasm.
I can feel my abdomen contract and the walls of my pussy pulse.
“Daaaannniieeel,” I screech and grab the railing tighter. I can see white skin around my knuckles. This is going to be an earthquake alright―only better. My body will erupt and shudder and fucking drown in pleasure.
Daniel must be close to his own orgasm because I can feel him tense inside of me. His fingers are digging into my skin, and he pulls me harder toward him.
And then with one final hard thrust, he comes inside of me.
I feel him empty his load into my hole, and at the same time, I’m gripped by my own orgasm.
Fire rushes through me, and my breathing is short and shallow. The tingling sensation starting in my pussy spreads outward, and soon I’m filled with it.
When Daniel’s finished, he slumps on top of me. I feel as if my legs will collapse, and I can feel his right arm come under me for support. We stay like this for what seems like forever.
This moment seems perfect. Daniel inside of me without rubber―okay, so he’s in my ass, but still―there’s nothing separating us. This is the second time he’s filled my ass with hot, sticky cum.
There’s obviously no problem with him unloading in my ass or my mouth. Progress, right?
Eventually, I drop my arms and feel him pick me up. Carefully, he carries me through the room before he puts me ever so gently on the lounge.
He sits next to me and strokes my face, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
Our eyes meet and lock.
“Up for any further adventures?” I ask, and he grins at me.
“Do they involve sex?”
Daniel
The aroma of bacon wafts through my nostrils, and I sniff, inhaling the glorious scent of breakfast. Maple syrup and comfort.
Stretching, I yawn and peel open my sleepy, groggy eyes. As soon as I make my coffee, I’ll be functional again.
It’s really sweet of Rose to make us breakfast this morning, and I can’t wait to reward her with a nice little booty smack…and maybe I’ll eat her out if the food proves to be really tasty.
Wait a second.
What the…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen making a magical home-cooked meal for us.
Granted, I know she loves to cook, and I’ve witnessed her in the kitchen working her magic, but…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen cooking because Rose is in here with me.
She’s still sleeping soundly beside me. I watch as her chest peacefully rises and falls with each breath.
If she’s in the bedroom with me, then who the hell is in my kitchen cooking right now?
I have to get to the bottom of this. I roll over in the bed and plant my bare feet on the cool hardwood floors.
I carefully retrieve my arm from under Rose’s head. It tingles with numbness from falling asleep under her.
I shake it out once I climb out of the bed, careful with my movements to make sure she doesn’t stir or wake up.
I walk over to the other side of my bedroom and pull out a pair of boxers from my drawer, pulling them over my exposed cock. I’m guessing that whoever is in my kitchen won’t be interested in seeing my morning wood in all its glory.
I shuffle across the room and place my hand on the door knob. As soon as I pull it open, I gasp with shock at who’s standing on the other side of the door.
Instinctively, I wince with embarrassment and flash a glance back at Rose in the bed. Thankfully, she’s covered up with the comforter. Her petite little body is small and swallowed whole by the huge sheets on top of her.
I look back at my mother and stare in surprise.
“Mom…” I laugh nervously and scratch my bed head. “What are you…um…what are you doing here?”
My mom has a bright, beaming ray-of-sunshine type of smile plastered across her heavily made-up face.
I continue to stare at her, wondering when she’s going to give me a reasonable explanation for her presence outside of my bedroom door when I’m only wearing a pair of boxers and there’s a naked girl sleeping in my bed.
I’m trying to swallow my panic, but as I gulp hard and attempt the impression of a delighted grin at seeing her, I’m visibly sweating.
“Oh, darling,” my mom grazes my bare chest with her fingertips, “I just thought I’d give you guys a treat this morning.”
I gulp and turn around, giving my secret away by continually glancing at Rose. “Um…us?” I say with a skull full of anxiety as I push her out the door and gently close it shut behind me.
“Of course, sweetie.” My mom’s laugh tickles the air as if I’m an idiot to assume she’s unaware of what’s going on here. “I wanted to do something nice for you and your lady friend.”
Lady friend? What the hell is my mom doing here, trying to kill me with humiliation? I may be an adult now, but I have limits when it comes to my mother invading my personal space and sniffing out a female…companion in my apartment.
Before I have a chance to protest any of this ridiculousness, my mom quickly skirts back down the hallway in the direction from which she came…the kitchen.
She must need to check on the bacon to make sure it’s not burning in the pan or something. For a moment or two, I can’t move a single muscle. In theory, I should be chasing after her, begging her to go home.
Maybe I can take the credit for breakfast, and I’ll get a special dessert treat of my own from Rose?
No, I can’t own up to all that cooking. Rose wouldn’t believe me for an instant.
Instead, I’m frozen in place, unable to move, and paralyzed by the shock of the events that are unfolding.
I’m a little lost, struggling to determine how my mom got into my penthouse in the first place, until I remember one monumental detail.
I had given my mother a key a while back―you know, when I was single and not looking at the prospect of a serious relationship.
Hearing my own voice ring through my head, I did the unimaginable: I told my mother she was welcome anytime.
Shit. What the hell have I done?
Honestly, remembering back, this isn’t the first time my mom has stopped by for a ‘friendly’ type of visit.
She likes to show up unannounced sometimes, whenever she feels like it or has leisure time. I suppose I should feel grateful that she cares enough about me
to stop by, but enough is enough.
Why am I so surprised to see her here this morning you ask, as if I should be used to it? Well, to be honest, all the other times she’s done this, I haven’t had a naked girl in my bed.
I’m not interested in getting smothered by an overbearing mother, and I certainly don’t want Rose to have to endure that torture, either.
On the other hand…
Rose comes from a big family as well. Perhaps she’ll take it all in stride and find the whole ordeal comical.
Well, that’s what I’m hoping for, at least.
I take a deep breath and lean against the wall in my hallway, needing a few seconds to compose myself.
Okay, I think I’m calm enough to go back to bed and face my fears. I need to wake Rose up and give her a little fair warning of the over-indulgent and over-the-top mother figure who is probably whistling a tune and dancing through my kitchen with a spatula in hand.
I close the door behind me and lock it―you know, for good measure and all. If my mom has no reservations about helping herself to free reign of my house, then she probably wouldn’t have any inhibitions about waltzing herself directly into my private bedroom suite.
I stand over Rose for a few seconds, watching her sleep. She looks so content, so beautiful.
Her hair spills across the pillow in long flowing locks that resemble feathers. I hate to disturb her from her peaceful slumber, but the inevitable is calling―in the form of my mother setting a table for breakfast in the nook just outside the kitchen.
Gently, I graze a hand over her head, trailing my fingertips through her hair until they become intertwined with the wispy, delicate strands.
She stirs, but doesn’t rouse quite yet. Sighing contentedly, she rolls over in the bed―but her eyes don’t open.
“Rose?” I lightly tug at her shoulder. “Rose?”
“Mmm?” She grins in her sleep. “Daniel, is that you?”
“It’s me,” I tell her, not whispering any longer because I want to get this over with.
She opens her eyes and blinks, furrowing her brow in confusion. Then, she reaches up for me and gives me a sexy little smile.
“What are you doing out of bed and all the way up there?” she whispers seductively and licks her lips.