Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  “Maybe, it’s the thrill of knowing that you’re being paid to have sex with me,” I smiled.

  “Oh, yes, that has to be it,” she grinned, “and pay you shall for this pussy.” She quivered as she pulled me up to her face and kissed me passionately.

  “You are incredible. I lo … like everything about you,” I admitted in the throes of our passion.

  I moved up on my haunches so I could look at her sex. I groaned and slowly shook my head as her thick arousal oozed down over her beautiful bottom. With her legs parted and her knees bent, I could see her little rosebud glistening as her juices moistened it.

  I groaned again and lay between her legs. She embraced me, placed her lips to mine, and filled my mouth with her passion. We knew that our first time was only moments away.

  I felt the underside of my cock teasing her flesh as it throbbed and tapped softly against her wet pussy.

  She moaned quietly. It was more of a needy whine of anticipation as she rocked her pelvis up and captured the tip of my cock in her frilly entrance. She rocked her pelvis slowly back down putting pressure against her soft, slippery opening.

  She held her breath for a moment. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tense and quiver as her pliant, wet flesh stretched inwardly for a moment as the head of my cock slid gently into her.

  She gasped and brought her legs together for a moment in an effort to prevent me from entering her further. After a few moments, she relaxed and lowered them back down. “Yes. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, it feels sooo good,” she whimpered with a slight upward thrust.

  She placed her hands on my buttocks, tilted her hips up, and shivered as I slowly slid inside her body. “Oh, God,” I whispered as I felt the tightness of her walls and the wetness of her desire.

  She stiffened briefly when the tip of my cock gently nudged her cervix and my pubic bone ground firmly against her wet vulva. “Don’t move,” she whimpered. Her pussy throbbed and clenched repeatedly around my girth as she caught little gasps of air and tried to accommodate the first phallus that had penetrated her in nearly eighteen months. “Oh … my … God, it just feels good inside me,” she said, pressing her lips to mine caressing and teasing my tongue with hers.

  I returned her kiss with equal passion, our lips sucking and nibbling and sliding and probing, as our desperate need for completion was now borderline insane.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me slowly,” she pleaded as she ground her sticky, sopping-wet pussy up against the root of my cock.

  She clenched almost constantly while we lay there. I was afraid to move because being fully inside her warm, slippery sheath felt too damned good. “I’m close,” I whispered, “and I don’t want to come, not yet. I want to be your’ everything’, but I’m on the very edge. If your pussy shivers and slides up and down my shaft, I will orgasm. I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Oh, honey, it’s okay. I want you to climax. I want you to come, baby. I want you to come inside me. If you come now, we’ll do it again later until you get it right,” she teased with a precious giggle.

  I groaned and pulled slowly out of her, trying to suppress the burning, needy sensation that was quickly growing at the tip of my cock. “I have to stop for a moment,” I begged, my voice strained and quavering.

  She kissed my cheek several times. “It’s okay, handsome. Take your time and relax. I love the feeling of your cock throbbing inside me.” She took a deep breath. “Every time it throbs, it swells just enough to kiss my womb, and the feeling is excruciatingly wonderful,” she whispered against my cheek with a slight shiver.

  I tried to concentrate on anything but fucking her; however, it was almost impossible. Hell, it was impossible because she was the most exquisite woman that I had ever been inside of, and her pussy felt like an out-of-body experience, almost as if she were magic. I felt the tip of my cock barely touching the tip of her cervix. The sensation was incredible, and I realized that’s what was stimulating me so much.

  I groaned and slid the tip away from her womb enough so that it wouldn’t touch.

  “No, baby,” she whimpered, “put it back. The feeling is so unreal,” she demanded with a shiver as she pushed me back into her.

  “Baby, I can feel it, but it’s gonna make me come.”

  She groaned with a slight contraction of her tummy muscles and clenched her pussy. “If you push it in me as far as you can and keep it there, I will come in just a few seconds,” she whimpered, sounding as though she were in excruciating pain.

  I knew I couldn’t deny her, so I pushed and squeezed every ounce of my cock into her pussy as far as I could and held perfectly still. The pulsing and throbbing had increased both in frequency and vigor, and I felt the head of my cock scrape gently, but firmly, across her cervix with every beat of my heart.

  “Oh, baby,” I whimpered, knowing I was just about there.

  She shuddered with a deep contraction as her body slowly stiffened. “I know,” she whined as we both tried to hold perfectly still. The only movement between us was the throbbing of my cock and the clenching of her pussy, causing the most sensitive parts of our bodies to tease and gently rub together.

  I began a long, low groan that slowly increased in intensity. She contracted and let out a soft squeal each time I slid across the entrance to her womb.

  “Baby,” I groaned with an involuntary thrust into her body as my semen flooded her.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” she cried out. Each moan getting louder and louder until she convulsed, clenching down on me as her body curled in on itself heaving with one spasm after the other.

  “My beautiful baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking, full of desperate emotion. I quivered with a slight groan each time I thrust into her wet sex, releasing more of my seed deep within her.

  “Oh! Oh my! Oh my God,” she whimpered the moment I first erupted inside her.

  She cried out with a throaty gasp each time her body convulsed releasing more of her warm juices.

  With one more mild contraction, I felt the last of my orgasm flow gently into her. “Baby,” I whispered breathlessly, “that was incredible.” I relaxed against her so my chest could barely touch her nipples as she heaved, trying to catch her breath.

  She nodded and began laughing. “I don’t know if that was fucking or coming,” she giggled. “I don’t remember very much fucking, but I sure do remember lots of coming,” she gasped with a deep intake of air.

  I laughed along with her and rose up so I could see her beautiful face. We kissed and caressed while our bodies calmed and our breathing approached normal. “That was … awesome,” I said as I took a deep breath then kissed her sweet lips ever so lightly.

  She had a soft, loving look in her eyes as she kissed me back. “It was simply wonderful,” she said then nuzzled her lips back and forth across mine.

  “I’ve never climaxed like that before. I mean without moving,” I offered.

  She cooed. “I felt every gush of your cum. I felt the pressure when it hit my cervix, and it felt so warm, so comforting.”

  I sighed and hugged her tightly as a feeling of complete euphoria overwhelmed my body.

  She rocked her pelvis, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. “You’re still hard,” she moaned while she kept sliding my cock in and out of her.

  I chuckled quietly. “Wow, am I ever. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time,” I groaned proudly as I began to follow her movements. I stopped for a moment, lifted above her, and looked into her eyes. “In all my years, and that’s considerable, I’ve never felt anything this good, this incredible,” I whispered and kissed her sweet mouth.

  She moaned and rocked her pussy forcing my cock deep inside her. “Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly. “Your cock feels so damned good. I think you’re trying to find a way to get out of paying me what I’m worth,” she said as she hunched then nibbled gently on my lower lip.

  Hearing her words, I began to move firmly in and out of her, pushing and pulling the full length of my shaft from the top t
o the bottom of her warm, slippery flesh. She moaned with a shiver that ran down through her thighs each time I pulled it out and scraped over her G-spot.

  The quivering in her thighs became more intense, and she began hunching my cock each time it slid over her sensitive, swollen flesh. “Oh, fuck, baby,” she whimpered, “your cock was made for my pussy. It feels fucking incredible. My cunt has never felt like this.”

  I groaned at her expression of pleasure because I felt the same. I couldn’t believe how hard I was or how much she liked it. My dick felt like it was sixteen again, working its way around the back seat of my parent’s old Ford Fairlane at the local drive-in theatre.

  After working myself in and out of her for just a few moments, she began hunching harder, occasionally grinding her pussy into the root of my solid shaft. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck yes,” she cried out in a long, throaty, and high-pitched whine.

  I stopped for a moment, my orgasm eminent, and I desperately wanted to wait for her. “No!” she growled through clenched teeth as she continued hunching wildly into my cock, not missing a single thrust.

  I shoved into her hard, trying to control myself, but her needy plea had already triggered my release. My last stroke turned into a hard thrust as I tried to stuff everything I had into her womb. I went into a stiff spasm as my orgasm flooded her with warm, sticky semen.

  The moment I came, she convulsed beneath me again and again, as the pieces of her climax became one continuous orgasm with no relief between contractions. “Uh … Uh … Uh!” she grunted in rhythm with the deep spasms coming from within her womb.

  She enjoyed several more small contractions as her body recovered from its intense release. We lay together for several minutes as we regained our breath and our composure. We were still joined after we had calmed, and I was still as hard as a rock. “I can’t believe it,” I said with a huge sense of pride, “but I am still hard.”

  She wiggled her sex up against the base of my cock. “That can only mean one thing,” she cooed.

  “What’s that?

  “Isn’t it obvious? They like each other.”

  I shook my head and groaned. Our bodies were fused together in a wet, sticky mixture of our combined juices. “No, sweetheart, my cock is desperately in love with your pussy.”

  She cooed sweetly and kissed me as we took in each other’s warm breath. “When do you have to return to New York?”

  I captured her lips with mine in a long and tender kiss. “Never,” I replied.

  “Seriously, when do you think?

  I shook my head and brushed my lips across her cheek. “Oh, geez, baby, I don’t want to go back, not now, but I suppose I should go back sometime next week.”

  She gave me a pouty look. “Aw,” she moaned, expressing deep sadness, “if you do go back, you have to leave your cock here with me.”

  I took a deep breath. “Do you want me to come back?”

  “After this, what do you think? It’s crazy, but I don’t want you to go, and I’ve only known you for three days. You have turned a dignified professional into a wanton hussy, a borderline whore.”

  “That reminds me,” I chuckled, “what do I owe you for this kind of joy? Whatever it is, you are worth every penny.”

  She grinned. “I never said it was money I wanted. Are you ever going to get soft, or are you just going to keep that log burning and smoldering inside me?”

  I grinned with a soft chuckle. “I don’t know. I’d like to keep it right where it is. You must be my Viagra.”

  She placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed at me. “I think the only way it’s going to go down is if you take it out of me.”

  Her hands followed me up as I slowly pulled out of her with those slurpy, sucking sounds of sex. I looked down. My cock was covered with a mixture of our juices.

  “Come. Roll over on your back,” she said, guiding me to lie beside her. She sat up, leaned over me, and propped herself up with one of her arms on the other side of my hips. “No, baby, I never said it was money I wanted,” she groaned as she licked and sucked the juices off my cock. Once I was clean, she slid me in her mouth and began to suck and pull out whatever I had left in me.

  She moaned and undulated her hips as she milked my shaft from the base, stripping every last drop of my seed from my body. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a slight pop as her lips slid over the head, making sure that she had left nothing behind.

  She slowly shook her head. “No, it’s not money I want. It’s a kiss. I need a kiss, baby. Remember when I told you that, after I gave you a blowjob, I would need a kiss?”

  I smiled as I stared at a small string of cum on her lower lip. She gave me a soft smile as she slowly approached my mouth. I grinned for I knew there was no option for me but to kiss her. I had no choice if I ever wanted her lips wrapped around me again.

  When she was just a few inches from my lips, she took her teeth and scraped the cum off her lower lip and kept it in her mouth. She breathed heavily as she looked into my eyes. She was obviously turned on. “Kiss me,” she whispered before she pressed her lips to mine. Her lips parted, and I felt her tongue slither into my mouth. I was overcome with her and with her passion, so I parted my lips eager to become a part of whatever she wanted or needed.

  As our lips fused, her tongue found its way into the deepest recesses of my mouth. I slid my tongue across hers and immediately tasted my cum for the first time. It’s funny, but I no longer cared whether it was my cum or hers. All I wanted was what she wanted.

  She groaned with satisfaction. “Oh, God, baby. You just don’t know what this means to me, you kissing me, I mean,” she cooed. I felt little pieces of my seed on my tongue.

  I grinned as she licked a small piece of cum off my lips. “It’s not so bad as long as I can get it from your mouth. I think I could take anything from your lips,” I said, my voice full of deep, unbridled emotion.

  “Was my sex worth the terrible payment I demanded of you?” she teased, knowing from the look of contentment on my face, that it was.

  I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her pouty lips. I slowly searched every recess of her mouth as proof of my acceptance and assurance that I would always gladly kiss her after we had oral sex.

  “That’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I whispered, peppering her lips with tiny, affectionate kisses.

  We cuddled and kissed for the longest time. Our kisses were slow and easy. Our arms and legs were still entwined while we continued to calm and enjoy the warm afterglow we were experiencing from making love for the first time. We were spent, but completely satisfied.

  We were lying perfectly still, with her head resting on my chest, when my stomach growled, causing us to both to laugh.

  She sat up. “I think I need to feed you. You’re going to need your strength,” she said, rising to her feet and pulling me up with her.

  “Come. Let’s go eat our crab and have a bottle of Champagne to celebrate. Once I fill your tank back up, with calories, we can come back here and do this all over again. Oh, by the way, while I was at the store, I picked up some vitamins for you,” she said, teasing me unmercifully.

  The crab was great, the Champagne fantastic, but it was all of the little kisses that she kept giving me during dinner that really hit the spot.

  After dinner, she handed me a vitamin then dragged me back into the bedroom where she, as promised, forced me to have sex with her, once again. This time, it was more like making love. The lovemaking was gentle and slow, long and tender; it must have lasted for nearly an hour. After we had finished, we lay quietly, listening to each other’s heartbeats.

  “Yeah, baby. You are the best sex I’ve ever had,” I said, kissing her sweet lips and pulling her close.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “it was. It was the best. I wish you would have propositioned me a long time ago,” she said as she reached and turned off the light.

  “I know. Me too.”

  She rolled over and snuggled her bo
ttom against me so that my penis was tucked snugly in her cleft. I cupped her lower breast in my hand and pulled her close.

  “Good night, baby,” I whispered.

  She moaned happily and wiggled her bottom affectionately against my soft phallus. “Good night, sweet man.”

  Chapter Five

  When I woke up the following morning, she was fondling my balls, just sort of rolling them gently around in her hand as if she were playing with a new toy. I turned my head toward her and smiled. “That’s a pleasant way to wake up.”

  She smiled with a shrug. “I haven’t had a man to play with in a long time, so I’m probably just taking advantage of you. Go pee-pee and come back to me.”

  “What if I don’t have to?” I replied, thinking that I didn’t want her to remove her hand and stop what she was doing.

  She frowned and shook her head. “Yes, you do. You’re a man, and all men have to pee the first thing in the morning. You won’t be any good to me until you do.”

  She let go of my balls, so I got up and relieved myself. When I got back, she was lying exactly where I had left her. “Come on,” she said as she patted the bed, “right where you were.”

  I lay down beside her. She rolled over on her left side to face me and propped her head up with her left forearm. She looked at me and smiled as she ran her hand down over my tummy, through my pubic hair, and past my flaccid penis where she gently wrapped her fingers around my balls again.

  Her right breast was close to my face, so I leaned in and placed my lips against her warm skin just above her nipple and kissed her. “I can’t imagine a better way to wake up in the morning than to have warm, soft hands gently caressing me there,” I groaned.

  She rolled them around in my soft, loose sack, occasionally hefting them in the palm of her hand. With her playful attention, I began to get aroused.

  “Hm,” she said, “someone is waking up.” She slid her hand up and wrapped her fingers around my semi erect penis. She watched as it flopped around in her hand for a moment before she began stroking it slowly. She groaned while watching it grow, and within a few seconds, it was hard, very hard. She stroked it a few times with a dreamy, reflective look in her eyes. “It’s really pretty, you know, your cock, I mean.” She quivered slightly. “It felt good last night.”