His lips firm and persistent, I open and embrace them with my own. Kissing and exploring with short tongue darts and long deep motion he draws my breath away. I feel his finger rubbing teasingly against my breast as my body moistens with desire. He rubs a small circle around my nipple over and over through my dress. My nipple stands erect at an impossible height when he pinches it. I wince and pull back with a start. He chuckles in that low guttural way again.
“Still a nice girl?” He mocks.
“I’m a woman now,” I press back reaching my own hand down and rubbing the growing bulge of his cock inside his slacks.
“We will see,” is his enigmatic response as he presses toward me again, reaching around my back to fumble with my zipper. After a few tries at the impossible dress, he takes me by the hand and pulls me through the room to the hall. I point the way to the bedroom and once there turn my back to him.
Reaching around, he rubs the cleft between my legs and kisses my neck. Goose bumps! When he withdraws his hand I want to pull it back and continue the pulsing ache building in my mound but I lose my nerve as I feel the zipper of the dress going down followed by his tongue on my naked back tracing the path.
Dizzy from the overwhelming arousal of his actions I kick my shoes off as I stagger to the bed. I hear the jangling of his belt buckle, truly one of the most erotic sounds in the universe, and before my eyes clear from the blur of the sudden rush of desire he is naked before me. I stare at his cock, enlarged and swelling, and I want it in me more than I have wanted anything in my life.
He lays me back on the bed effortlessly peeling the rest of my clothes off until I am underneath him. His mouth kisses me quickly then finds its way to my breast, sucking and licking vibrantly as my back arches instinctively. He rubs the top of my pussy with the palm of his hand pushing and moving as my hips rise to meet him. He bites my breast, the sharp pain jolting through my spine and his rough finger darts inside me pushing further and harder than I expect. It’s been eight months since my body has opened to a man’s touch and I shudder at the sudden intrusion.
“Gentle,” I whisper to him, amazed I can form any words at all. “Gentle.”
“Oh no,” he replies, pulling his mouth away from my aching globe momentarily. “I have waited ten years to fuck you and while it’s going to be a lot of things – gentle is not one of them.”
Two fingers ram themselves into my vagina as his mouth presses against mine keeping me from protest until my body is so wet and hungry I wouldn’t object if I could. He pushes my legs apart roughly and lines his cock into my body’s shocked opening, my breasts once again assaulted by his tongue and teeth. Holding himself up by an arm he pushes his cock slightly farther in the opening. I feel my pussy lips forming around his shaft. He leans down and I feel his hot breath in my ear.
“This is what I got for nice girls.”
Splitting me in two, his cock drills full length into my body forcing me open. My jaw drops as I gasp and reach up to try to control this sudden spearing of my body. He withdraws just a bit and starts a searing back and forth rhythm. I lurch and surge with him, my body conforming to his rapid beat as his mouth returns to my breasts, my neck, my lips sucking, kissing, twisting, pulling and biting at me.
Lost in the waves Doug creates internally I almost don’t notice his slow withdraw until his head is nearly outside of me. My body, at first sore from his thrusts, now aches with the emptiness. I wrap my arms around him and try to pull him back into me but he is rising. What kind of cruel joke is this? Before I can vocalize my anger I feel him pulling at my legs and sliding me to the edge of the bed.
Lifting one leg in the air he kisses my ankle with the same passion as my lips. He runs his tongue up the back of my calf, stopping momentarily to kiss and caress my knee, then bends down sliding his tongue down my thigh as I melt into a pool of quivering need. Lapping his tongue at the seam of where my legs and mound meet, he places one leg on each of his strong shoulders and rising, stretching my legs up in the air. The posture places heavy demands on my hips and thighs, but my body – his puppet – obeys.
I gasp with awe and relief as his cock re-enters my pussy – stretching the opening again and pushing forward deeper that anyone has been in me. I feel awkward at first with my legs sticking straight up, and my breasts bouncing up and down with the power of his thrusts. But the depth and new sensation of this envelop me. My gasping breath, forced out in spurts with the slamming of his pulsing cock inside me, echoes through the room countered only by the sound of his body slapping against mine. I am vulnerable, exposed, taking it – taking it all in me as he grunts with pleasure.
I feel myself begin to climb that cliff as my pussy tenses and clings to him. He slows down and I grip the end of the bed with my hands and try to move my hips fast. I feel the momentum building in me. But, he withdraws.
“Not yet,” he says gruffly and slaps my cunt with a hard sharp smack. The cliff of pleasure disappears in front of my eyes replaced by the electric shock of his slap coursing through my system. “But, if you’re wanting to do the work yourself I won’t argue.”
Dropping my legs he wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me backward on the bed. He lays down on his back. I see his cock glistening with the juices of my body and his precum mixed. Grabbing my hips he guides me to straddle him and positions me over his cock. I know he wants me to ride him and impale myself on his engorged member but I stall a moment.
“I’ve never…”
“You will!”
Grabbing my hip roughly enough to leave a bruise in the morning he pulls me down on his waiting cock while using the other hand to guide his manhood into my dripping hole. One sharp thrust is all he needs to impale my body. He places a hand on each hip at first pulling and pushing me up and down on his cock while my thighs figure out what to do. Eventually I take over the ride as he places his hands behind his head and smiles pleasantly while I puncture my needy cavern on his shaft again and again. I love being filled by this cock, I need it.
But, my sore pussy and aching legs are not up to the task for long. He reaches up to pinch and twist my nipples creating a new wave of pain and need but my legs are failing. My thighs burn from the effort and I slow to a mere swivel. His smile turns into a frown of determination. He slaps my breast, hard. I speed up for a second but slow again. Another slap.
“I want to…” I cry, tears of pain and lust, falling.
He once again places his hands on my hips and lifts me off his cock punishing me with the gaping vacuum of his absence momentarily. Swiftly, with the strength of arms that have done hard work all his life and fueled with the passion of the memory of my rejection, he flips me over face down, stands and pulls my hips up toward him. I feel his cock unceremoniously divide and fill me and I am whole again.
“Spoiled rich girls always need someone else to do their work,” he growls as he slams his cock into me. He’s not angry but fervent and I am bent before him accepting the battering ram of his power. He plunges into me over and over, my body bouncing on his rod like a bobber. I am lost in his thrusts knowing at the moment I would be anything, do anything, and give anything to continue to keep the throbbing thickness of his manhood inside me. My breathing is harsh and staggered, my face being rubbed across the top of the sheet and my hands straining to balance me so I can keep the connection.
Slapping against me from behind Doug reaches around and finds my clit with his thumb. Alternating between small light circles and hard pushing snaps he stimulates me inside and out as I lose all control and am nothing but clay in his hands. I feel my body tensing as the cliff of passion appears before me. I am running up that cliff climbing higher and higher, feeling his strong cock lifting and pushing me, his hands teasing and twisting me, my pussy quivering on him I see the edge of the cliff. My legs tense against him. I try to hold back but my whole body becomes rigged as the relentless motion pushes and prods me. My mouth drops open as my hands grip the sheets ready to jump off that cliff and then…I
fly.
My pleasure moan fills the room as my muscles jerk and spasm and my body grips and convulses on his rock hard cock. I let go of everything – my mind, my need, my self, my soul I am just a quivering mass of warm, wet delight. I collapse on the bed as he withdraws his cock from my sore nether lips. I am breathless, spineless and flooded with the waves of contentment. He pats my back for a second while I return to some semblance of normal breathing.
Then, he grabs my hair.
Sharp, stinging pain pulls my head back, my eyes wince and burn. My muscles, not yet recovered from the soul wracking orgasm, give way as he pulls me onto the floor. He uses my hair to guide me on my knees although my thighs can barely hold me. His purple bulging cock is right in front of my face. I know what he wants. He wants what I would never give the begging whining men who have come before him. A parade of all the rejected, unsatisfied men in my life who were told point blank that I’m not putting a dick in my mouth pass before my eyes.
Tonight is not about retribution for one high school slight. It is a reaping for all the men I’ve rejected with my superior smirk and acid tone. Tonight is the night I give back to all of them. And, give back I will.
“Suck my cock!”
The rich bitch socialite who was too good for the boy from the back alley opens her mouth and does what she is told.
I take in the head and guide it to my cheek wrapping my hand around the base hoping it will be enough but he knows better than that old trick. Slapping my hand away, he lets go of my hair and puts a hand on the back of my head. Pinching my nose quickly he causes my jaw to drop wide and he shoves his cock deep in my throat listening to the gagging convulsions before he pulls back.
“You do it or I do it,” he offers in an oddly soft tone.
I wrap my hands around his waist pulling him even closer, pull my head back and lick the bottom of his cock from shaft to tip then swallow the head, working more and more of him into my mouth. The tastes of my own cunt and his lust fill me and drive me to flick my tongue and suck his dick like it is oxygen. I want him in me. I want to please him. I need that cock in some part of me and I give everything I have to it.
Soon my pursed lips have established a rhythm and he thrusts his hips slightly. I lap and suck and struggle to keep up – drool and precum dripping from my mouth. I feel his hand push against the back of my head as he starts thrusting a little harder. Choking gag sounds emanate from me but he holds my head steady as I try to open my throat to take in more. I move my tongue as much as I can but his thrusts increase further. His balls slap against my chin and his pleasure moans become louder as he fucks my face.
Tears pouring down my cheeks, my neck straining, my jaws aching and my legs in agony are a small price to pay for the amazing awareness of his cocking jerking and building in my mouth. I want to warn him I can’t swallow, largely because I’ve never tried, but there is no way to speak. His cock no longer leaves my mouth just thrusts past my lips into my caressing wet vessel. Muffled nothings come out when I try to say something and it is clear he is beyond hearing anyway. Pushing and groaning, his head pulls back and before I know what’s happening I’m drowning in his cum.
Huge thick spurts shoot to the back of my throat causing me to lurch forward and cough. He pulls back as the overflow pours out of my mouth and onto my bruised, beaten, breasts. He positions himself in front of my face and shoots the last bit on my checks and I kneel there bathed in his cum gasping for air. I feel his cock rubbing against my cheek.
“Well,” Doug says impatiently. “Clean it.”
Unsure what to do, I open my mouth like Pavlov’s dog and he places his cock inside. I lick and then pull my lips over the shaft, cleaning off every drop of him and me.
“Nice,” he says and pats my head. I sink the floor resting on my bottom just trying to get the energy to lift my eyes.
I hear Doug’s belt buckle jangle its sweet sex sound again as he pulls on his pants, replaces his shirt, leaves the tie under the collar undone and returns his socks and shoes to their rightful feet. I can’t talk. I can’t move. Doug goes to my dressing table and holds up a picture taken of me after an interview. I’m in a pressed suit shaking the hand of a foreign dignitary. He looks at me then and looks at me now. I’m collapsed on the floor of my bedroom, naked, with breasts covered in spit and cum, my pussy swollen and sore, my lips raw, my hair disheveled, and my face a wet mess of tears and his seed. He laughs gently as he stands before me dressed and ready to walk back out into the world he now owns.
“Irish Amy Rose,” he says in his sing-song voice. “Fucked from head to toe.”
I try to smile but I’m not sure it worked. He turns to leave and panic grabs me two-fold. I have never felt this good in my life! I may never feel this way again.
“Um…Doug…I…ah…” I force my voice to come out through my tender used throat. “I…um…have an empty night on my schedule next week. If…you know…if you want dinner.”
He walks back over to the lump on the floor I have become. He reaches down and holds my chin in his hand while he lifts my face gently. Holding up his finger, he slowly inserts it into my slit. I feel him enter the worn track of my womb.
“Oh ow,” I moan softly. The slightest touch sends a protest of pain throughout me. He smiles sweetly and speaks in a clipped clear tone.
“You will have this apartment crisp and clean. You will have dinner ready at seven on the dot. You will set out a vase on the center of the table. I will bring you the flowers.” Taking his finger from my body he holds it to his lips and licks it.
“You will be the wine.”
Dressing Room Dalliance
by KT Lynn
Themes: lesbian; F/F; public sex
It had started innocently enough. My best friend Clara had taken me on a shopping trip in an effort to cheer me up after my boyfriend of one year, six months and five days left me to follow a barely legal girl all the way to Venezuela. The cheering up bit was going pretty well; I’d already bought a nice pair of jeans and several cute blouses, and we stopped to have lunch at our favorite restaurant. And then Clara practically dragged me along to this new specialty shop that sold high end lingerie.
I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea, seeing as the person I wore lingerie for had just walked out on me. But the last thing I wanted to do was let Clara down after all the support she’d given me since the split, so in we went. Before I knew it, though, I was having a blast picking out exquisite bras and daring thongs, and I was raring to try them on. I felt sexy just imagining myself in the confections of silk and lace and leather, and feeling sexy was just what I needed to get over my awful breakup.
Now, the shop was pretty crowded, and by the time we went to try on the stuff we’d picked out, there was only one dressing room free. Clara never likes to wait so I was prepared to let her go first, but she pulled me in with her, shut the door, and did the latch.
“I want to know what you think,” she said, by way of explanation. “And I’d love to see you in the stuff you got.”
I blushed at the thought of my best friend seeing me in what I’d wear when I wanted to get a good hard fuck, but I nodded meekly anyway. It wasn’t as if we hadn’t been in similar situations before; there was always some state of undress when we did sleepovers, and we’d shared showers back when we played volleyball in high school.
But it wasn’t like that at all.
Things started to take a very different turn when Clara shucked off her shirt and undid her bra without a second’s hesitation. Her breasts bounced free, and, completely topless, she sorted through the armload of fancy underwear she’d brought with her.
My best friend is a beautiful woman. I’ve always known that. I’ve also always been aware of the fact that she has gorgeous tits – I was insanely jealous when they first put in an appearance when we were teenagers, all round and pert and perfect. Even her nipples were lovely, pink and delicate against the darker rose of her areola. She had her back to me, but I had a good vi
ew of her in the mirror. I think I stood there watching for a full minute before she caught me staring. Teasingly, she caught my eye and grinned, moving her shoulders to make her tits shake.
I turned my back to her, not so much out of modesty as from the need to hide the blush spreading across my face. I’d liked the way Clara’s breasts moved. I’d enjoyed it. And a familiar warmth started to spread between my legs as I thought of touching her, putting my mouth on one warm breast and suckling on her nipple…
My hands shook as I unbuttoned my blouse, and I could barely manage to unfasten my bra. I bit my lip until it hurt, trying to get my mind back on track. It was just the breakup, I told myself. All I needed was some hot breakup sex, and that could easily be had when we hit the clubs later that night. Just one good fuck, and I’d stop having pervy thoughts about Clara.
Determined as I was to quash these thoughts, l was so hot and bothered that I had to give my own nipple a pinch, just to relieve some of the feeling. I was trying to be discrete, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when Clara put a hand on my shoulder.
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