X-Art: Teasers

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Ray moaned, losing control as Georgia tended to his tip, circling several times with her hot mouth, flicking her tongue pressed against the bright, red meat as she tightened her lips into something much like a pussy, then lowered them slowly while dragging her tongue across his shaft.

  His body shuddered; he would be filling her mouth with cum in just seconds. She would only need to speed up, stare into his eyes, and swivel her tongue as she had in her mind while staring at him from across the office all week, during the countless minutes she spent hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with Humphrey.

  Some of her wanted him to spill in her mouth right then, simply to feel the sticky warmth of his pleasure, but most of Georgia wanted it later.

  She slowed her pace instead, holding Ray at the base as he gently fucked her mouth with an almost elegant rhythm. She swiveled her mouth all over his cock as he moaned, “Oh, my God,” in a whisper repeated, parting her hair like drapes from her face.

  Georgia widened her eyes in the same way that had turned him on so much the time before, waited for him to shudder and moan, then closed her eyes and went for more. He played with her hair as held her pace, slowly making love to his dick with her mouth and lips and sloppy tongue, until his motion’s urgency sent her into a different rhythm; first lightly jacking his shaft, then crawling up his body to meet his mouth with a kiss, before going back down for more stroking, this time with her lips teasing skin at the tip of his dick while she played with the bottom. Once finished playing, Georgia took Ray fully into her mouth, swallowed him to the hilt, then eased slowly back up his shaft, dragging her tongue flat and hard along the base.

  That’s exactly how Georgia had wanted it: soaking wet, on all fours, knees on the couch as she pleased him. But she could only hold her pose for so long before she started starving for his mouth. Georgia climbed the couch, wanting more as Ray started twitching beneath her. If she didn’t move, he would certainly cum. Georgia pictured him coating her skin in his hot spunk, then putting her clothes back on and returning to the office so she could wear spatters of Ray for the rest of the day while she filed papers for Humphrey.

  Ray grunted, wanting her, smiling as he kicked off his shoes. Georgia positioned herself over his throbbing cock as it pointed straight up at her pussy like an arrow. He straightened his dick to slip it inside her as Georgia slowly lowered her body, exhaling as she held Ray at the base, teasing her slit before sitting fully on his rock-hard cock and started bouncing on his long, thrumming shaft.

  Georgia set her left hand on the flat of Ray’s chest, and her right hand on his leg, then closed her eyes to find her rhythm. She lost herself to sharp cries and lingering moans as she moved up and down and up and down, increasing her speed until — nearly at the edge — she shoved herself down hard so she was pelvis to pelvis, then started rocking back and forth instead of up and down.

  Georgia swept a curtain of sweaty hair from her smiling face and clamped her hand down harder, rocking Ray as he started to paw her. She lowered herself toward him, still increasing speed.

  Her nipples were hard: thick erasers, pointing straight out from her swinging tits. She stared down, unsure what turned her on more, her swinging tits or the sight of Ray slamming inside her. Both turned her into a sopping, sticky, soaking mess.

  Sight was but one sense tickled; Georgia adored the scent of her ripened cunt and the slippery, slapping sounds of their sloppy sex. She’s had many lovers, but no one like Ray. Not ever. Ray was amazing: He made her want to scream and laugh and cry with glee.

  Georgia returned to an upright position, now with her palms behind her, flat on Ray’s legs, slamming herself down hard onto his rigid body.

  Ray moaned, “Oh, my God,” and, “oh, yeah” over and over.

  He held Georgia by her ribs, yanking her down onto his cock as she wrestled for control, swiveling her pussy all over his dick, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until she made her body rigid, then slammed herself down into his pelvis another several times before shifting position, leaning even further back so the angle of Ray’s raging pounder touched her deepest fathoms. He smiled and laughed, telling Georgia by sounds that he was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him.

  Ray reached up to tease her nipple. Georgia smiled wider, lost in the scent of her pussy and the sound of their skin as it slapped. She craved his mouth and so she took it, kissing him hard for more than a minute, unable to decide what she wanted more, his lips or his cock.

  Ray decided for her, flipping his body so that Georgia was suddenly under him. He stripped the jeans from her ankle. Then, totally naked, she spread her legs wide and set the flat of her foot against Ray’s upper chest. The other foot dragged on the floor. Ray had one leg on the floor beside Georgia, and the other bent at the knee, up on the couch.

  He positioned himself for entry and slid inside her. His fucking was both immediate and relentless. Georgia slathered his shaft with her juicy lube, dripping all over her fingers as she reached down to spread her pussy and pull more of him inside her. She felt close to tears, impossibly happy. Then, unable to take any more, she threw her hand behind her, slamming her blonde head into the armrest as Ray continued to plow her.

  With her eyes squeezed tight, Georgia pictured Ray’s face and their first time. They had just left Roberto’s, and she could practically hear his heart pounding over the soft purr of the Cayenne’s engine. They barely made it through the door before their dance had begun, just like today. He had filled her mouth quickly, then took his time filling her body. She had thought of it most minutes since.

  Georgia was lost in a trance. Ray’s hands were swimming all over. All he repeated was, “OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD,” with an ever-rising tempo, over and over. Ray rattled his body faster, giving Georgia permission to do exactly what she wanted with her pussy. She started by pushing her palms against the armrest and shoving herself harder into his pelvis. Ray spread her legs wider, still pounding, then set his palm flat against Georgia’s stomach and started dribbling her like a basketball as he moaned, “Oh, baby!”

  Georgia loved the basketball move — it felt new — and so she circled her hand around Ray’s wrist to encourage him further. More, faster, harder; she would give him whatever he wanted to take, but it seemed that what he wanted was time. Ray slowed to keep himself from cumming. He wanted to make sure Georgia got off before he did. She loved him for that.

  Ray pulled his dick out to the tip, then slowly eased himself back, repeating reps for more than a minute until it was almost more than Georgia could take. She whimpered a plea, and Ray made something like a giggle, then started thrusting himself harder inside her, until the flat of his pelvis was touching the heat of hers and he started rocking her sideways, holding her legs like weapons, his left hand on her knee and right hand on her opposite ankle, parting her wide to plow her better; driving her toward crescendo.

  Slow then fast, and fast then slow; just like that on repeat.

  Again, Ray stopped, reminding Georgia how much she wanted him; more than any man ever. He did so much for her, to douse her pussy in both fire and soul.

  Ray made a sudden pivot, and Georgia found both of her knees flying toward the floor, as if he was going to rail her from behind. Instead Ray surprised her with a sudden but passionate kiss. She climbed from his body, wanting to laugh again as she stared into his eyes and once more fell victim to his still-giant smile, seemingly unfazed by his purpled cock, hungry for eruption and pointing straight at the ceiling.

  Ray pressed his back to the cushions and spread his legs wide.

  It’s time.

  “Take off your socks,” Georgia ordered, then watched as Ray peeled cotton from skin, then wrapped his right hand around his cock and started slowly jacking his shaft, not because he wanted to unload, at least not without her, but because every second was a minute of hell without her heat around him.

  Georgia positioned herself above his third leg, dead center between the trio of lamps swinging
slightly above her, as if bathing beneath a spotlight, then, with her back to Ray, lowered herself onto his throbber.

  He pulsed inside her. Georgia wanted to cum again, and because it was Ray she knew she would. As if on cue, he grabbed her by the waist and guided Georgia’s entire body down onto his shaft, then lifted her up and brought her down repeatedly until she started bouncing on her own, increasing speed as she played with her tits, twisting her body until Ray was angling up and sideways inside her.

  Georgia’s hot breath billowed through her barely parted lips as Ray brushed her clit with his fingers. She screamed, made a sharp pivot with her body, then dropped her hands to the floor, shoving her cunt harder against him.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” she repeated as Ray fucked her like a dog and made sure she loved it.

  This is the best it’s ever been, the best I’ve ever had.

  Georgia had never felt so hot. Her entire body tingled, right at the lip of eruption. She couldn’t think, she could only feel as scents grew stronger and the sound of sticky skin slapping grew louder. Her next orgasm came, hard enough to make her unable to count the many that followed.

  She could feel Ray trying not to cum, holding it inside himself, both to elongate her pleasure and make his inevitable blast that much better for him. Longing to see his face, and still shaking from her orgasm, Georgia bent her body back and circled her arm around Ray’s neck. She had to smile at his teeth, so gritted that she would think him angry if she couldn’t hear and see and smell him in heaven.

  “Oh, FUCK ME,” she cried out, barely aware of her words.

  Ray pinched and pulled and held himself inches from insanity, mashing Georgia’s breasts with the flat of his palms. She wished their afternoon snack would never end, but it had to. Feelings inside her were simply too much; he was rubbing her pussy then her tits then her pussy again. Whenever his hands weren’t on her tits, her tits were in his hot, wet mouth.

  Georgia had exploded so many times, with one orgasm after another, she was nearly delirious. His lips were on hers as he reduced his tempo and they slowly rocked back and forth. She could feel him, like her, wanting to stay that way, kissing forever.

  “I need you,” he breathed, and it was too much.

  She wanted to taste him, and give him more to imagine later, so she pulled herself from his twitching dick, so that his body was flat with his back pressed against the armrest, then sprawled her lithe frame flat between Ray’s spread legs and looked into his eyes as she put his cock back into her mouth.

  Slowly, Georgia moved her mouth up and down, swiveling her lips and making love to Ray’s cock with her tongue, eager to feel him.

  “Oh, yeah, just like that,” he moaned, lost in rapture. He tried to say something but choked, then settled on several bursts of “Oh, my God,” until he fell thoroughly silent and slapped his hand to the side of Georgia’s head.

  She stared up into his eyes, held her green to his blue, then pulled her mouth from his cock as liquid pleasure spit from his tip. Georgia dove back, immediately catching the rest of his cum. Ray shot down her throat as she continued to milk him from the bottom.

  Most women preferred to have their men filling pussy, and until Ray, Georgia would have agreed. But with Ray, she loved to take his satisfaction into her mouth, looking up and into his bright, green eyes while they went wide with pleasure.

  Warm, white lava oozed down his shaft as Ray’s moans thickened. Georgia continued to milk and lick him, dragging her tongue up along his shaft, then opening wide to show him her afternoon snack, never leaving his eyes as she played with his sensitive tip.

  Georgia crawled up onto the couch and put her head on Ray’s chest. They lay together, probably both thinking that the third time was definitely the charm, and wondering when they would be tasting their fourth. In the meantime, they would return to the office, where Georgia would pretend to be happy for Humphrey, both at the office and then at home. She hated being his wife, but at least for now she had Ray. And their afternoon snack.

  the end

  INSPIRED BY THE VIDEO “AFTERNOON SNACK” ON X-ART

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  Prelude to Passion

  Malory.

  I love how we play.

  Being with you is like dancing in rain.

  No matter how much I have, I always want more.

  That’s how it’s been since we met — since I saw you sitting on the bench at Wayfarer’s, staring out at the blue sea, sketchpad in your lap, bottom lip getting nibbled between tiny teeth, green eyes searching for something, though even now three years later I’m not sure what.

  I can’t stand not having you near me. It’s why I love working from home and would have it no other way.

  I’m lucky to have what I do, most men don’t have nearly as much.

  Still, with you I want more.

  The boys are asleep as you tease me, twirling through daylight that spills through the blinds of our new home in San Rafael.

  Jacob and Ash were both crying. I assumed you would go, and I would retreat to my office. You said, “No, I think you need me more” and gave me the smile that means I’ll be thinking of nothing but you until you’re out of my mind and I’ve made something sticky.

  The boys cry in the background as you prance toward me. Your clothes must be puddled somewhere in the house. They’re not on you, at least nothing but your white cami and matching panties, see-through enough to show me where the glaze on your inner thighs got started.

  You meet my mouth in the hallway. We kiss.

  I love this so much, the most playful version of you. I circle my hands under your waist and pull you toward me, kissing your neck.

  Your giggles encourage me, make me believe that this time might end like I want. We finish kissing, you drag me back into the bathroom away from their cries until it is nothing.

  “Want a show?”

  I ask if you’re the star.

  “I better be!”

  You giggle as you step backward into our shower. The bathroom is large, your favorite room in the house, it seems even more than the bedroom. It’s the room that sold you on our home in San Rafael, despite the cost I promised we could afford soon enough.

  You turn on the water, still giggling. It spills on your body as your sexy face gets sexier, hungry but playful. You’re soaking, inside and out. I step into the shower with you.

  You shake your head, still giggling a twitter that makes me need and want you in equal amounts, and push me from the shower.

  “Remember, I said a show.”

  Water continues to pour on your body. Your nipples pout against the fabric, blushing through white. I want to go back into the shower, push you to the tile, free my pipe-hard cock from my khakis and plunge it inside you, wet and warm from the shower and me.

  You dip your hand in your panties and stir, a spoon in your soup, then toy with the elastic on either side, teasing it up and down your perfect thighs.

  I throb harder as your eyes close and your head lulls back, right hand cupping your right breast, brushing nipple through fabric with your thumb.

  You pet yourself harder, over your panties, then finally step out from the stream enough to encourage me. I pull you toward me, and feel a flutter of surrender as you collapse against my lips.

  I take your kiss as if owed, I’ve missed it these last two minutes.

  After tasting my want you push me away, then do what I don’t expect by peeling your panties to the side and showing me my true surprise: a pussy so freshly shaved, you must have done it this morning.

  I’ve been asking you to shave your pussy bald for a year, ever since the twins were born. I said it might help you feel sexier, get your old you back. I suggested, hinted, teased, then finally asked, not daring to command, even if joking.

  Nothing
worked.

  It had to be your idea.

  I’m too hard for complaints.

  Instead I watch as you rub yourself harder, digits starting far back before you drag them to the front to slip them in and out of your flexing hole.

  You pull out your fingers and slip them into your mouth, tasting yourself as you smile, half purring and half panting.

  You spread your pussy so I can see how pretty it is, bright-pink and wet, slick and shiny with its fresh shave, clearly wet from more than morning shower.

  You pet yourself harder: tighter, rounder, longer circles, up and down and in and out, feeding my need with every dip of your fingers.

  The shower continues to rain on your body. Your white top still hugs you like a lover, pushing nipples hard against fabric. Making me want them in my mouth.

  You lean your head back against the shower wall, just to the side of the stream, chewing your bottom lip, enjoying yourself.

  I wonder what you’re thinking, but don’t dare ask.

  Or tell you what I want.

  Doing so would unwrap a box of too many unknowns.

  You are everything I want and more than I ever thought I would have. Our sex is amazing; you are raw current through my body. The best I’ve ever had. I want for nothing else, except more.

  I feel something inside you holding back. An invisible wall between us that I don’t understand, there since the start and worse since the twins. It is a spice stripped from our recipe, a missing button, not enough cream to soften our coffee.

  I know you love and want me. You’re the opposite of frigid, always on. But if you’re not in control, tension is high. I have no confidence that I can get what I want when I want it. You have to want it first. I think sometimes you see control as a four-letter word, at least if it comes from me. I see it as a locked door barring surrender.