Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two

by Michelle Houston

  "Fucking cock tease." That was all the warning she got before he thrust hard against her, driving halfway in. Angela braced herself against the door as Darren pounded against her. "Say it."

  "I'm a cock tease," she gasped, as his cock filled her.

  "Look out the glass. Out there any number of men could be watching you get fucked, pretending it was them instead of me fucking you."

  "Yes." Just the idea made her hotter.

  "They're stroking their dicks, imaging your tight cunt wrapped around them." Angela imagined there were dozens of gazes watching them from the other apartments; hands slowly stroking cocks as he thrust against her.

  His teeth nipped at her neck as he pounded against her. Her pussy clenched around him, tight with the steady build up of sensations that welled within her. Angela leaned against the doors, her nipples tingling with the contact to the cold glass. She shuddered in his arms.

  "You purposely teased me tonight, driving me slowly out of my mind, watching other men watch you."

  "Mmmmhuh." Darren's hand tightened in her hair, and she arched her neck back, giving him greater access to the slender column of muscle he loved to bite.

  "But you're mine." He bit down as his cock surged into her. She wasn't sure how much more she could stand. Her orgasm was building with her, tightening all of her slick inner muscles. "Mine to fuck."

  "Yes." She whimpered in need. She knew he could hear her, but he continued his steady even pace.

  "You're mine. Say it." She could hear his harsh breathing in her ear and feel the heat of his breath on her shoulder. The masculine pitch of sounds that was distinct to him.

  "I'm yours." And that's all it took to unleash his animal. With a soft growl, he surged against her, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks. Her arms shook as she braced herself. His hand untangled from her blond tresses and joined hers on the glass, bracing them as he pulled her into each of his thrusts.

  She closed her eyes as a riot of sensations crashed in her body. The whirlwind twirled inside of her, centering within her pussy. He thrust hard against Angela, raising her onto her toes and her world exploded. Her pussy clenched tight around him, milking his cock as tiny rushes of pleasure washed over her.

  Her legs threatened to fold under the weight of his onslaught, but his hand on her hip held her up as his cock swelled inside her. He ground against her, his hips making tiny jerks against her as he came.

  When her pulse calmed, and she could breathe again, she opened her eyes and looked out into the night. Across the parking lot a light flicked on, and she saw one of his neighbors standing there, watching them.

  "We have an audience," she whispered. Behind her, he fought for breath, his body trembling.

  "Good. Let them watch. They can't have you."

  Pushing off from the glass, she turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed the cord and pulled his blinds closed.

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  TIED WITH A BOW

  Sylvia lit the last candle on the nightstand and laid down the lighter. She picked up her list and pen, crossing the second to last item off. Muttering to herself, she went over the list again, just to double check things. "Purchase jingle bells, mistletoe, and red ribbons, check. Change the sheets and make the bed, check. Take a nice long bath with lots of bubbles, check. Change into naughty Ms. Claus nightgown with added accessories, check. All that's left is the soft, slow Christmas music and I'm all set."

  Humming White Christmas, she tossed the list in the trash and crossed the room to the dresser where the CD player sat silent. She had no sooner turned it on when the front door opened. It only took a moment, so she flipped her head down and tousled her sandy tresses, giving the appearance of having just had wild sex. She knew Devin loved seeing her hair in wild disarray almost as much as he enjoyed the sight of her kneeling before him, her lips wrapped around his cock.

  "Sylvia? Honey, where are you?" Devin called out. Sylvia could hear him flicking the light switch, but since she had removed the bulbs earlier, she knew it wasn't going to do him much good.

  "In the bedroom, dear," she called back, giving a little shimmy to settle her nightgown and robe. The tinkling of bells accompanied her movements.

  "What happened to the lights?" She could hear her husband moving down the hall, the soles of his shoes loud on the hardwood floor. Luckily, the Christmas tree in the living room, with its twinkling lights, would provide enough illumination for him to make his way safely down the hall.

  Casting one last glance about the room, from the soft sheets to the flicker of candlelight against the walls, she made sure everything was perfect. "I unscrewed them."

  As his steps brought him closer, she reached down and picked up the velvet robe she'd bought him for Valentine's Day, which he hadn't worn since.

  "Now, why on earth did you…" his voice trailed off as he entered the room and saw her standing there.

  Walking slowly across the room, she swayed her hips slightly, with just enough jiggle to get her breasts bouncing and her bells jingling. "Welcome home baby. Merry Christmas."

  After setting his robe at her feet, she gave him a quick kiss and began removing his scrubs. The shirt tried to cling to his skin, moist with sweat, but she gave it a not so gentle tug and succeeded in pulling it over his head. She had just started to undo the tie at his waist when he shook himself out of his stupor. "Sylvia, baby, let me do that. I'm all sweaty and I know I must smell awful."

  Despite his hands covering hers, she continued fidgeting with his drawstring until it came undone. She pushed his pants and boxers down his hips and sank to her knees in front of him, the fake fur trim of her nightie brushing her upper thighs.

  Devin dutifully stepped out of his pants as she tugged first one leg then the other. She tossed the last of his clothing aside, leaned forward and nuzzled against his stomach, rubbing her face against the faint pleasure trail of blonde hair leading down to his groin. She looked up and met his blue-eyed gaze. "I missed you baby," she said, placing tiny kisses along his abs. "Next year, tell them you're not working Christmas Eve."

  "Ah honey, you know I would've loved to have been here."

  "I know." Nipping at his stomach, she stifled a grin at his surprised yelp. "But I'm glad you're here now."

  Without any warning, she shifted down, taking his cock-head into her mouth. Sucking at his soft flesh, she slowly worked up and down his length while his hands fisted in her still damp hair. Just as he grew hard in her mouth, she pulled back and sat on her heels. "Go take a quick shower. I'll be waiting."

  "Tease."

  "No baby, not a tease, just a taste of what's to come." Picking up the robe where it lay beside her, she handed it to him and held out her hand. After he had pulled her to her feet, she turned and crossed to the bed, the bells on her outfit jingling with each step. "Now hurry up."

  She reclined on the bed, her breasts thrust out, straining against the tight faux velvet of her outfit. Devin took a step toward her. With a soft chuckle, Sylvia shooed him away. "Go get your shower."

  As soon as the bathroom door closed, she climbed off the bed and hurried to the dresser. Changing the CD to slow Christmas jazz, she turned the volume down low. She was pulling the top sheet down to the foot of the bed when she heard the shower turn on. Humming beneath her breath, she quickly tied pre-cut strips of red ribbon to each of the four bedposts. The last one done, she climbed back on to the bed, just as the shower shut off.

  Moments later, Devin returned, his robe on and belted, toweling his hair dry.

  "Baby, you look so damn sexy." The husky tone to Devin's voice made her heart race. She knew he would have found her attractive dressed in a potato sack, but it was nice to see the heat flare in his blue eyes as his gaze trailed over her, darkening them to a navy. Slowly she opened her fur-trimmed robe and shrugged it from her shoulders. As it slid down her back, she took a deep breath which thrust her breasts against her nightgown.

  With the robe pooled around her hips, she recl
ined against the pillows and patted the bed next to her. She almost couldn't breathe, she was so excited about her plans.

  Devin climbed on the bed and settled beside her, leaning down to engage her in a kiss. Tongues dueling, she gently guided him onto his back and leaned over him.

  Clasping one of his hands in hers, she pulled his arm over his head, his wrist pressed against the bedpost. Quickly, she tied a loose knot on the ribbon, binding him. After sweeping her robe from the bed, she repeated the process on his other wrist before turning around, and tying one of his feet. Her butt, bare except for the thong between her cheeks, wiggled as she worked, earning her a groan from her husband.

  "Why don't you scoot that luscious ass of yours back about a foot?"

  Sylvia leaned to the side and tipped her head, so that Devin could see her face. Pursing her lips, she blew him a kiss then returned to the task of tying his other ankle to the bed's remaining post.

  Job done, she slid off the bed and stood beside him, admiring her husband, tied spread eagle on the bed. "Comfortable?" she asked.

  "Mmm, except for the fact that right before my shower, some little vixen sucked my cock hard, then stopped." Sylvia trailed her gaze down her husband's velvet clad body, to the tent his cock made.

  "We'll have to make sure she's spanked later then, but for now, she wants to play." Sylvia reached out and untied the robe's belt, then slipped the flaps to the side, freeing his cock from the weight of the velvet. Teasing him, she ran her fingertips lightly up and down the length, circling around the head, then back down to his balls. Cupping them in her palm, she rolled them gently in her hand, as Devin arched his hips. Gently, she stroked a fingertip against his anus as she massaged his balls.

  "Have you been a good boy this year?"

  Devin rolled his eyes at her, then answered, "Yes ma'am. But my wife hasn't. She's a little tease!" He raised his voice slightly on the last word. Sylvia wasn't sure if it was on purpose or because she had slipped her fingertip into his ass, but if she had to guess, she'd say it was because of her.

  "Poor little boy. Your wife sounds like such a naughty girl." As she spoke, Sylvia climbed onto the bed and straddled Devin's chest, the fur trim of her nightgown brushing against his chin.

  "Oh ma'am, she is. She's such a naughty girl, but I love her."

  "Mmm, that's good. Would you like to open one of your presents now, since you're being such a good boy?"

  Devin's eyes twinkled. "Oh definitely."

  Sylvia lifted the edge of her nightgown, showing off her red and white lace thong. Shifting forward, she raised up on her knees and dangled one of the two ties that held it closed against his lips. Devin caught on quick. Tipping his head to the side, he caught the tie in his teeth and pulled.

  As soon as he let go, Sylvia shifted and they repeated the process. The moment Devin let the other tie go, the thong parted and fell, pooling on his chest. His eyes widened as his gaze locked on her pussy.

  She knew he was staring at the tiny red ribbon she had tied around the clip attached to her clit, and the matching ones that dangled from her pussy lips and ass-bud.''

  "Guess where I hid the jingle bells?" His eyes widened further than she dreamed possible as a truly wicked grin lit up his face.

  "Inside one of my presents?"

  "Uh-huh. But first, you have another one to unwrap."

  Careful not to press too hard on his shoulders, she slid forward, positioning her pussy a breath away from his lips. As his tongue moistened his lips, he inadvertently teased her already throbbing clit.

  Moaning softly, she ground down on his mouth, pressing his warm, wet tongue against her needy flesh. Almost ravenously, he dived in, swirling his tongue around her pulsing clit, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth, his teeth clinking against the metal of her clitoris clamp.

  "Quit teasing," she panted, "and open your present."

  Luckily for her sanity, he did, catching one end of the bow in his teeth. Sylvia lifted slightly, whimpering at the pleasure-pain as the ribbon pulled on the metal loop around her clit, before slipping it free of her flesh.

  Reaching down, she stroked her fingers around her clit, playing with the throbbing pearl. Devin's gaze followed her every movement, as right before his eyes, juices dripped from her quivering core.

  Thighs quivering, she leaned forward, brushing the ribbon that dangled from her pussy against his lips. Nipping the ribbon, he caught hold, and Sylvia pulled back slowly. The first bell slipped past her lips with a muted pop, the ribbon soaked with her essence. Trembling slightly, she shifted back, as another bell, and another slipped free. She had gotten the idea from the anal beads she and Devin played with all the time, and it had taken almost a week of trial and error to find jingle bells just the right size. Another couple of days were devoted to finding a way to coat them so their rough edges wouldn’t tear her skin as they were pulled free.

  As the eleventh bell slipped free, she pinched her clit and kept moving back, her inner muscles clenching tight. Sylvia knew the last one would send her over the edge. Breath held, she leaned back as the last bell, by far the largest, pulling against the inside of her lips, rubbing against enflamed flesh. Whimpering, she dropped backwards, her knees bent, and the last bell slipped free, sending her orgasm crashing down on her. Manipulating her clit, she rode the waves, prolonging her enjoyment, while Devin whispered nonsense words to her. He might have been saying something important, but she couldn't tell--a dull roar filled her ears

  Once reason returned, she sat up. Devin met her gaze, a grin on his face. "Feeling better, babe?"

  "Mmmm, yeah," she knew she sounded dopey, but she felt so good. With his hectic schedule, she and Devin hadn't enjoyed more than the most fleeting of intimate moments in about six months. She also hadn't masturbated in the last three weeks, in anticipating of Christmas. She wasn't certain how she was going to survive the rest of his residency, but wasn't going to dwell on it now.

  Wiggling slightly, she set the bells on her outfit to jingling again as she shifted around, until her pussy pressed against his cock.

  "I do have to admit, that was erotic as hell," he said, his voice strained as she reached between them and slipped his cock-head past her pussy lips. Lifting up, she positioned him solidly; she slid back down, as he raised his hips, thrusting his cock up and into her core.

  "Mmm hhhm," she murmured, his cock pressing against the sensitive inner walls of her pussy.

  Rocking back and forth as he thrust up against her, they settled into a slow and steady rhythm. "I definitely enjoyed it."

  Her smile wicked, Sylvia reached up and untied the top of her nightgown, letting the halter strap slip down, baring her breasts. She had also tied tiny red ribbons through her nipple rings. One ribbon attached to both rings, with another joined with it at its middle, it formed a festive Y, with another bell at the end.

  She pushed the nightgown down further so that it bunched at her waist, even while she continued to grind against her husband, his curly black pubic hairs tickling her clit.

  "Want to play with your last present?"

  Devin nodded.

  Careful not to pull too tight, Sylvia caught the ribbon as it dangled between then, and pressed the bell on the end against Devin's lips. He pursed them, holding the bell between them, but not trapping it.

  Sylvia leaned back slightly, her breasts jiggling as she rocked harder against him. The ribbon stretched taut, pulling on her nipple rings.

  Whimpering as the pain sent sparks of pleasure throughout her body, Sylvia clenched her pussy tight, milking Devin's cock as she worked up and down, pushing them both closer to a shared orgasm.

  With each thrust, Devin tipped his head back, giving a tiny pull to the ribbon. Sylvia couldn't have planned it better. Her nipples stretched and tingled with each tiny tug.

  She could feel the familiar twitching of her core, heralding what was to come. Reaching a hand behind her, she gripped the last remaining ribbon, and gently pulled. The first bell slipped from
her ass with a well-lubricated pop.

  "Oh," she gasped. Leaning a bit forward, she tugged again, and a second bell slipped free. "More. Devin, more."

  The bed creaked as he picked up his pace, thrusting as hard upward as his bonds would allow him. His breath matched hers, fast and hard, almost gasping as they both raced to the finish line.

  Another tug and a third bell slipped free. Sylvia fought the urge to bite her lip at the familiar sting. Her asshole was on fire.

  She clenched her pussy muscles tight, as she gave a not so gentle tug and the last bell strained free. Tipping back, even as the bell dropped to the bed, she tightened the slack on the ribbon attached to her nipples. Screaming at the triple pleasure, she trembled in euphoria as she climaxed. Beneath her, Devin grunted, his motions tiny jerks, as he joined her.

  Collapsing against his chest, Sylvia moaned softly as hot jets of his cream flooded her core. Both struggled to catch their breath while at the same time prolonging their pleasure. Sylvia wiggled slightly, grinding Devin's pubic hair against her clit, sending lingering tingles throughout her pussy.

  As soon as she could move again, Sylvia reached up and untied his arms. Flopping back against his chest, she cuddled close. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

  "Damn baby, I have to admit, that was a great Christmas present."

  Snuggling closer, Sylvia murmured her agreement.

  "Although I do have to wonder two things. One, what do you have in mind for New Year's Eve? And two, are you planning to untie my feet anytime soon?"

  Grumbling good naturedly, Sylvia sat up and stripped off her nightgown, then attended to his remaining bonds, while he slipped off the robe and tossed it to the other side of the bedroom.

  As they settled back into each other's arms, Devin tried again. "So what's planned for New Year's Eve?"

  Sylvia just grinned, thinking about the bag she had hidden under the kitchen sink.

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