Afternoon Delight

by K. T. Red

  And then it’s suddenly just too much. I can’t do this! I need to breathe, I need air. He’s too much. Too much. Too heavy. I can’t breathe! Stop! Stop! I can’t bear it! Oh God!

  He looks at me and immediately senses something’s wrong so I have to act quickly. The smile is back on my face. “Please, Scott. Let me go on top. I want to go on top!”

  He grins. “Oh - I see! Well, in that case, gorgeous girl - be my guest!” He rolls onto his back, keeping tight hold of me, pulling me with him. I rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him. Like any man anticipating a wild ride, he’s already wearing a big smile and my panic soon fades, replaced by a warm surge of lust. I raise myself up until I’m kneeling, straddling him, his cock hard against my abdomen.

  I press his cock against my stomach, stroking him with my open palm then tickling his head with a single finger. I wrap my hand around the shaft, giving it a few lingering strokes. Scott’s eyes take in every inch of me as I hold him. As I stroke, he raises his hands to caress my breasts. I shake my hair back as Scott’s hands fondle and stroke my curves. Keeping that hot, tasty flesh in my hands, I lean forward, my lips close to his ear. “Are you ready for me, Scott?” My lips brush his cheek as I lean back. “Because I’m more than ready for you!”

  I position the bulbous cockhead at my entrance, poised, primed for action. Taking just the head into my hot, wet tunnel, I delight in how it stretches and fills me. Scott groans in pleasure, swearing as I squeeze with my muscles. I move in slow, short thrusts, gripping and releasing the head. It’s as if my sex is giving him a kiss. It’s so big and fat that I can barely contain it in this shallow slide.

  Hands grip my hips and I hear a sharp intake of breath when I slide his full length inside, my juices making a lovely slick lube. A low guttural groan escapes my throat as I sit on his groin, filled to the point of excess. I can feel the head deep inside me, the feeling is so exquisite I can hardly bear to move. Just the sensation of having that huge cock in me is simply divine. “Oh...Scott....you feel so good.....!”

  I start a slow slide back up, his hands on my hips, guiding me. I resume kissing the head with my muscles as my juices slowly trickle down his shaft. His eyes are fixed on me, his voice catching. One slow slide the full length then back again brings more groans, louder this time.

  Sliding him out, I swiftly take him in my mouth, licking all my juices off him. Taking him deep into my throat, I suck gently and close my eyes, listening to him as he murmurs my name.

  “Oh...Sarah....Sarah...Sarah.....”

  I take him in my hand and lower myself onto him in one smooth, easy glide. Simultaneous moans erupt from both of us as I keep him deep in me, my hands resting on his chest. Oh God, it feels so damn good.

  “So, you liked watching me touch myself, did you Scott?” I do one long, slow slide up and down again. “Did you like watching me make myself come?”

  Scott groans, his eyes heavy with lust. “Oh..yeah......sexy as fuck...”

  “Would you like a replay?” I take my hands from his chest and place them on my breasts. I squeeze my muscles as I massage my breasts keeping my eyes firmly on his face. I lick my lips and wriggle slightly. “I’ll even let you play a part.” I squeeze again, making him moan. “A very, very big part!”

  Chapter Eight

  His hands join mine as we fondle my breasts. I raise one hand to my mouth and suggestively lick his fingers, moaning as his cock creates the most delicious pressure deep inside me.

  “But you’ve got to help me come before I let you join in.” I sit motionless and take his hands with mine down to where I need them to be. Many fingers and thumbs press my moist and swollen flesh. A finger (whose?) circles my clit as I close my eyes, a deep moan catching in my throat.

  “You look so fucking hot!” Scott’s voice cracks as he squirms beneath me, grinding and bucking. His hands leave me to my own devices to cup my breasts. I feel the familiar knot of tension deep within me as his hands fondle and knead. My fingers circle my wet clit, taking me closer.

  “Oh......Scott....!” I groan, my head tipped back and my throat exposed. “Oh...yes! Oh...Scott!” My fingers twirl faster and faster, the heat between my legs building. The pressure of that big, hard cock still fully inside me and my expert fingering start to compliment each other perfectly.

  “Sweet fucking Jesus, Sarah!” Scott’s hands are all over me, on mine, pressing me, urging me on.

  I gasp and moan, panting as the tension builds and intensifies. All those busy fingers on me, circling me, pushing me, closer and closer. The knot within me starts to unravel with lightening speed. “Yes! Oh yes! Fuck yes!” I cry out as my orgasm breaks and deep throbs echo around my sex, making it squeeze that rock hard shaft held in it’s vice-like grip.

  “Holy fuck, Sarah!” Scott groans and throws his head back as my body keeps him a prisoner, a prisoner of my dark desires. I laugh as the throbs ebb and I reach down to where my sex joins his. A small pool of juice rests where we meet and I take my time, relishing smearing it all around. I massage my juice into Scott’s taut abdomen, shifting slightly.

  “Well, Scott. Did you enjoy the repeat performance?” I slide up his shaft, keeping just the head inside. His eyes are almost closed, his hands now resting on my ass. “Did you like joining in and helping me come?”

  “Hell yeah!” He squeezes my ass before slapping me playfully. “What a fucking turn-on. You keep me so fucking hard it hurts!”

  “Just for that, I’m going to go real slow.” I slide down as slow as I possibly can and then wriggle, getting an instant reward - a quick, light orgasm!

  Scott’s eyes fly open. “For fuck’s sake, woman! Have you just come - again?”

  I groan and smirk and lick my lips. “Oh...yeah!” I repeat the motion - slowly up and down then grinding my way to another quick climax before leaning over him, resting an arm either side of his head, my breasts resting on his chest. I place my lips near his ear and huskily whisper. “I can come over and over and over - as many times as I want to! And I can make you wait and keep you hard until you beg me to let you come!” I kiss him long and hard - as long and hard as that magnificent piece of manhood burning into the flesh between my legs.

  “Oh...Sarah....” Scott strokes my hair, his eyes gleaming with something I don’t recognise. “You are going to absolutely fuck me to death!” I wriggle, making him groan and laugh at the same time.

  “So, Scott. Are you ready for the big ride home?” I kiss him softly as he runs his fingers through my hair. He groans as I raise myself up. I do the long, slow slide once more, making him groan before laughing and smiling. “Are you ready for your rodeo cowgirl to ride you hard?”

  “I’ve been ready for this since you first took me inside you. On your back in the factory - on those boxes.” Slow, so slow I slide. He groans loudly. “Now for the sake of my fucking sanity, give me your best ride before I throw you onto your back and bang you so fucking hard!”

  “Right, you’ve asked for it!” I rest my hands on his chest and start my thrusts. Hands grope my breasts and hips as I expertly ride that big cock. Taking him deep each time, feeling the hot pressure of him deep inside. God, what a thrill! Bouncing up and down on one of the most gorgeous - and well-endowed! - men I’ve ever seen.

  His groans and moans arouse me just as much as the physical sensations tearing me apart from deep within. Over and over again, I raise my ass and enjoy that big, thick cock filling me. My head is buzzing with not just arousal but with sheer, physical enjoyment. The real world seems so far away. In here - in my house, in my bed - there’s no other person in the entire world. It’s only me and Scott. Just the two of us.

  Chapter Nine

  Every time I thrust, a deep, animalistic moan escapes my throat as Scott writhes under my frantic galloping. As our bodies collide, loud, wet slaps fill the air. His legs are bouncing, his hands wildly gropin
g and grasping my body. He cries and moans, his head thrashing from side to side. Fuck - what a rush! What a fucking rush! I feel absolutely invincible. I throw my hands in the air, run my fingers through my hair and groan in arousal and delight.

  My heart is racing, I can barely breathe and perspiration trickles down between my breasts. I’m close, so close and Emil must be fit to burst. My eyes fly open! Emil? No, it’s Scott - not Emil! What the fuck? Where did that come from? I’m fucking Scott! I’m here with Scott! It’s Scott’s cock filling me, breaking me down. It’s Scott who’s making me come!

  I look down at Scott - held captive, pinned beneath me in a state of delirium, staring at me, his eyes wild and dark. I don’t thrust now, I sit fully impaled and start a grinding action. I press down on him hard, grinding my clit into his base. The thatch of wet, dark hair around his base creates the most blissful friction against my clit. As I stare at him, his face slowly becomes Emil’s - just like before. Blue replaces brown and I angrily shake the image away. What the fuck is going on?

  Scott’s almost crying in ecstasy/agony as I grip him tightly inside. He squirms and wriggles, legs flailing wildly as I grind furiously. “Sarah......I need to come....!” he screams out, his eyes now closed tight. And he’s not the only fucking one!

  I clench my muscles, making him draw his breath in. “Say please.” I keep perfectly still, clenching and releasing my sex, gritting my teeth with the effort of holding back.

  He cries and groans. “Oh.....Sarah...I can’t......”

  I squeeze and clench. “I can’t hear you.” Fuck, I need to come but I want to make him beg. He squirms beneath me, unrecognisable sounds coming from him. I’m almost at breaking point, unbearable tension coiling inside me. “Beg me!” I slide up then slam down hard, making him buck and groan. “Beg me!” His hands grip the duvet, his knuckles white. I slam down hard again, almost crying with need. “Beg me!”

  He screams out, unable to take it any more. “Please, please, please, please! Fuck! Oh....Sarah....please let me come.......!” I ride him fast and hard, renewed energy driving me on. I feel so swollen and engorged as my orgasm builds. The heavy knot burns in my stomach as I grind him so hard. I throw my head back and scream my climax out, snarling, bucking and grinding with each shattering throb of ecstasy. My juices flow out with each powerful contraction, my entire body shaking with the strength of my release.

  Scott can’t take it any more and while I’m almost dizzy with the most intense, sublime sensations hurtling through my body, he sits up and flips me onto my back. He thrusts into me like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to break my spine into tiny pieces. Growling and grunting and swearing with each thrust, he fucks me hard and fast and deep. The heat of desire between us is incredible, searing and stifling. My clit is still swollen and throbbing but as usual, his animal ferocity is just too good and I feel another orgasm about to breach.

  I moan in total abandon as I come again, a fresh torrent of juice gushing from me. He holds my legs wide apart, raising them high, pushing deeper than ever as he drives for home, arching his back and howling like a wild beast when he finally climaxes. I feel the throbs in his shaft inside my sex as he thrusts himself deeper and deeper with each burst, grimacing and grunting.

  Still groaning, saying my name over and over, he slumps forward to rest on me. We’re both gasping for breath, coated in a very happy sheen of sweat as we lie there, limbs entangled and exhausted - and very, very satisfied. His head rests on my breasts and I run my fingers through his damp hair. Scott kisses my flesh softly, groaning softly “Oh.....my........God..!”

  I’m still pulsing and twitching as I feel his cock finally subside and slide out, totally spent. I’m still seeing stars and buzzing from top to toe as I just lie there, legs still spread with the full weight of Scott on top. Juices slowly trickle down my inner thighs and drip onto the bed.

  Scott buries his head between my breasts, nuzzling them sleepily. “Oh....Sarah...” He kisses my chest. “That was...fantastic.....just fantastic....”

  I sigh dreamily. “Mmmmmmm.......” I couldn’t string two words together if I tried.

  Placing more kisses on my flesh, he murmurs, barely audible “You are just ...the best ever.....” With a big effort, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks down on me, smiling but barely able to keep his eyes open. “You’ve worn me out, sexy Sarah. You even made me beg! I’ll make you pay for that! Holy smoking Jesus - what a truly fucking fantastic fuck you are. You are one fucking wildcat!” He slumps back down on me, happy to doze between my thighs. I stroke his back, kissing the top of his head as he drifts off into a contented but light sleep.

  Chapter Ten

  I lie there, smiling - no, grinning from ear to ear. Like the greedy little wildcat that got the cream. He’s had the ride of his fucking life - and he knows it. His breath on my neck is both comforting and unnerving at the same time. Here and now, in my bed, he’s at peace. Untroubled and sated. Not a worry in the world as a torrent of happy, post-coital hormones course their way around his beautiful body. There’s surely not a better feeling in the entire world than giving and receiving so much pleasure. And to be able to enjoy it together.

  His heart is still racing, mine too, and his body is damp from exertion. The smell of sex is everywhere - heat and sweat and musk. I close my eyes and breathe it in. His weight is heavy on me, pinning me down but I can’t bear to rouse him to move. Not yet. Beneath him, my sex still twitches and burns from his touch. I gently stroke his back, my fingers tracing each one of his vertebrae. How could any woman not want this man? Doesn’t she realise what she’s got - and what she could lose? I don’t understand her. If she doesn’t want him anymore, I’ll have him. Give him to me. Please. I bury my face in his hair and close my eyes. Stupid, stupid woman.

  I asked him to promise not to fall in love with me but maybe I should be the one making the promise. I, Sarah, promise not to fall in love with you, Scott. Such a beautifully, perfectly put together man. His skin is warm to the touch and his hair soft between my fingers. His muscle tone is simply fantastic. Just the touch of him, the feel of his flesh on mine is incredible. And physically - sexually - speaking, I can’t remember the last time I felt this degree of sheer, white hot lust for anyone. Not even Him. And I loved Him.

  Oh, Scott. What on earth am I going to do with you? My head says walk away, end it now - on a high before either of us gets in too deep. My heart - and various other parts of my anatomy - says the complete polar opposite. Things would be so much easier if he was footloose and fancy free. But it’s the children, those little children. She - Claire? - might be guilty of being blind and stupid but they are the innocents in all this. And they’d be the ones to suffer. Am I really the type of woman who’s willing to hurt those babies just because she enjoys fucking their father? Perhaps that’s all this is - getting cheap thrills from being the bad girl. But then again nice girls never win.

  Scott is extremely relaxed, lost in his thoughts. I wonder what’s going through his mind. Does he think of me when he’s with her - in bed? Or does he think of her when he’s with me, screwing me? He calls my name out when he’s in me, when he comes but would he rather call hers? If he could fuck either of us, which one of us would he choose? What does he really think about me? His fingers lightly stroke my breasts as he moans quietly. Does he feel guilty about having an affair - because that’s what this is. An extra-marital affair. A fling. Cheating. Adultery. I’m not a Friend with Benefits - I’m his mistress, some woman he fucks, his dirty, nasty little bit on the side. Just some little slut who fucks her way around.

  I kiss the top of his head and rest my cheek against him. Maybe Emil was right about Scott using me. Jesus fucking Christ! Why the fucking hell am I thinking about Emil again? He keeps popping into my head when I least expect it and I wish he‘d fucking stop! I’m with Scott. Scott! Scott! Scott! I’m in bed with fucking Scott! Not Em
il, for fuck’s sake.

  “Stop that.” Scott groans into my chest.

  “Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

  “Yes, you are.” He kisses my neck. “You’re thinking. I can feel it.”

  I can’t help but smile. “Maybe. Just a little bit.”

  “No, you’re not. I can hear your brain whirring from here. You’re over-thinking about things - about us.” He looks up, his eyes still heavy with sex.

  “Maybe.” I bury my face back in his hair. I just love the way he smells.

  “It’s okay. I do it too. Can‘t help it.”

  Before I can stop myself, the words are out of my mouth. “Is there an us?”

  Scott groans and with a huge effort raises himself up onto his elbows. There’s a sad smile on his face as he strokes my hair. “I don’t want there to be.” He kisses me. “I’m pretty damn sure you don’t want there to be an us either. But....”

  I feel my stomach lurch as I feel suddenly naked and vulnerable. “But?” I wince and cry out in pain as he suddenly rolls off me, my hips tight and sore from his sustained weight. He rolls me onto my side and tucks himself behind me, throwing his arm over me and pulling me close to him. “This isn’t how I thought it would be, Sarah.”

  I sigh. “I know.”

  “I thought you’d just be someone can I fuck when I feel like it. No strings. No emotions. No complications - for either of us, not just me, I mean. Christ, that makes me sound like a right selfish, heartless bastard! But I think you know what I mean.” A hand cups my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple and I sigh again. “But it’s not like that. I’m sorry but I‘m not sure how much longer I can do this. I can‘t keep pretending that this doesn‘t mean anything to me.”