Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  I pushed Miranda back onto the bed, as I bought my head to her breast taking it into my mouth, feeling her smooth skin, as I licked, kissed and nibbled on her breast, my tongue swirling over her nipple, feeling it harden to my touch, feeling her breathing quicken. Her hands stoked my head, my hair pulling me closer t o her. Finally I moved to her other breast, and as I slowly started to swirl my tongue over her nipple, I felt her body quiver, shake, her moaning intensified. I looked up, her eyes were sealed shut, as her body had a mini orgasm, and her mouth was wide open, moaning, sighing.

  Her body quietened, her eyes opened, a smile on her lips.

  “Thank you” she whispered, barely audible.

  My mouth retuned to her body, feeling Miranda’s hand caress my hair as I kissed her young body, moving downwards. Soon I was in front of her pussy, still covered in the fine lace of the thong. I looked up, and the sight in front of me was truly wonderful. Her head was on a pillow, looking down wards, her face wearing a real smile, her lips/mouth emitting sighs and groans. Her hands were gently caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, moaning.

  Gently, I bought my lips to her thong, her labia as I slowly ran my tongue along the outline of her lips, tasting her scent, smelling her, from the tip of her clitoris down to her cute ass, and then slowly back. I heard her sigh deeply, my tongue slowly ran along the lips, pushing against the lace of the thong, so soft, so delicate, my hands gently caressing her thighs, the skin was so smooth, so silky. Each time I ran my tongue, I felt her body quiver, a moan escape from her tender lips, each time I applied more pressure, pushing, deeper into her sex.

  She gasped loudly.

  Slowly, her hips were raised, allowing me to peel her wet thong down her slender thighs, her toned calves, exposing her sweet, tender pussy lips. Her hand instinctively found the top of her mound, gently stroking, her legs parting, exposing a lovely view. The only sounds, other than my heart beat was her moans, her sighs and the wet sounds as her fingers stroked her self, in full view of me, her eyes closed, oblivious to my watching, her other hand was caressing her full breast. Slowly, I allowed my tongue to return, joining in with her finger, working on her clitoris, swollen and erect, feeling her body shudder with my touch.

  Slowly, gently, deliberately, I allowed my tongue to move lower and deeper, pushing past against her lips, probing her nectar, her sanctuary. I felt Her tightness against me, enveloping me, pushing against me my tongue starting to dance, to twist, pressing against her vaginal walls, tasting, smelling, exploring. Miranda’s hand suddenly increased the pace, her breathing shortened and rapid, her body tremble, quiver; her wetness increase as another orgasm spread outwards from her mound.

  Slowly, Miranda looked up, her eyes opening, a smile spread before me as she placed her hands on my face, my head, caressing me, indicating for me to move upwards, to hug her, to cuddle her, feeling my erection against her mound, her groin pressing hard against my hips as we kissed passionately.

  She was moist, wet, for as we kissed and cuddled, our hips moving against each other, I felt my erection start to slide into her. She moved herself gently, spreading her legs wider, allowing me easier access. And I was suddenly pushing deep into her, feeling her tightness, her wetness as her pussy enveloped my hardness. I laid on top of her, our fingers interlocking. Miranda was tight, gasping with each breath as I slowly pushed myself into her. I just laid there, feeling her tightness against me, our fingers still interlocked as we kissed gently.

  “Oh God, OH MY GOD Mark, this feels so good, so wonderful” she whispered, smiling as she did so.

  As she smiled, I started to feel her vagina muscles work on my erection, contracting and then relaxing, teasing me, “Feel Good” she enquired.

  “MMMMMmmmmmmmmm” I replied, “How does this feel?” I asked, as I started to contract my muscles, moving my erection in a to/from movement.

  Slowly, I started to withdraw, feeling her muscles clamp tightly against me, but finally I was almost out. Then, I eased my self-back in, with a long but slow, purposeful stroke, taking my time as I started to fuck her, No, to make love to her with long powerful strokes. With each gasp, Miranda smiled, gasped loudly, her eyes half closed as I pushed against her tightness, my perspiration running down my brow, her breasts glistening with her perspiration, our fingers still interlocked, her grip slowly tightening.

  I continued to thrust, slowly, grinding my hips against hers, as she soon pushed back against me, her pelvis pressing hard against me, allowing me to probe deeper with each thrust. We kissed passionately, as we made love, our tongues swirling, wrestling with each other, and heightening the sexual tension in the air. I could not control myself any more.

  My pace picked up, I became much more vocal, grunting, as I felt my seed start to build up, go past the point of no return, as I slid my hardness deep into her, feeling her wetness take me, moan with pleasure. Soon, I could take no more as I thrusted deep into her, feeling my first load pass into her, but I continued to thrust into her, sending several more jets of my cum deep into her. She suddenly arched her back, yelped, moaned loudly as her body shook furiously, as an intense orgasm hit her body, taking over, as she moaned loudly, gasping, shouting my name.

  Finally, I collapsed on top of her, before she rolled us over. She leant forward, covering my body with little kisses, as she thanked me, before we lay there, cuddling, drifting of to sleep.

  The End.

  Trust

  She came home from work and shut the door and leaned against it. What a bitch of a day, she thought. She hated getting home after dark. She threw her keys and purse down and kicked off her shoes. She picked up her shoes and began walking to the stairs when she noticed how quiet it was in the house. No TV, no radio, no sounds at all. She looked into the living room and didn't see anything, walked to the kitchen and didn't see anything amiss there either. Something was different. When she made her way back to the staircase she then noticed the post it not on the wall. She pulled it off and read it.

  Take off your shoes. She laughed, dropped her shoes and started up the stairs. In the middle of the stairs she saw another note.

  Take off your blouse. She raised an eyebrow, and decided to play along. She took off her blouse and dropped it on the floor. She took 2 more steps and found another.

  Take off your skirt. She smiled and slid her skirt past her hips and left it on the stairs and continued to the top of the stairs, she found another note.

  Take down your hair. She reached up and unpinned her hair, shook her head and let it tumble to her shoulders. She walked to the bedroom door, standing only in her green bra and panties. She rolled down her thigh high stockings and read the next note at the doorway.

  Enter only if you are willing to turn yourself over to me and be pleasured all night long. Well this was interesting, she thought to herself. She smiled and pushed open the door. The room was lit up with candles which were all over the room. She breathed in the scent of them and saw the bed turned down and saw pink rose petals strewn on the bed, and on the floor leading to her feet. She also saw a huge vase filled with pink roses at her side of the bed. She took a step into the room and heard the door close behind her. She started to turn around and felt his hands on her shoulders, and felt warm breath at her ear.

  "Don't turn around." He whispered. He slowly unsnapped her bra and smoothed it down her shoulders and took it off. "Close your eyes." She heard him say. She did so, wondering what he was doing. She felt him tug at her panties and pull them down her legs. Suddenly she felt something on her face, a silk scarf. She felt him tie it at the back of her head.

  "What are we doing?" she whispered.

  "Didn't you read the note before you came in here?"

  She remembered the note, and the phrase turn yourself over to me. She took a deep breath. She wasn't certain what he meant to do, but she knew he would never hurt her, so she smiled and nodded.

  "You'll turn yourself over to me and let me pleasure you?" he murmured
into her ear. Kissing her neck slowly, reaching around and cupping her breasts and massaging them. She gasped and felt him step up behind her and realized he was completely naked. She felt his warm chest against her back and felt his hips push against her rear. She breathed heavier, reaching back with her hands and touching his hips. He reached down and took her hands in his and held them at her tummy.

  "You can't touch yet." He whispered. "This is for you right now.

  He released her hands and stepped in front of her, pulling her to the bed. He turned her around and she felt the mattress at the back of her legs. Not being able to see anything she was dependent upon him, she realized. She felt his lips caress hers softly.

  "Will you?" he said against her lips.

  "Will I what?" she asked, forgetting the question.

  "Let me pleasure you." He ran a finger down her throat and between her breasts. He cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. She lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth; she loved kissing him like this. "Is that a yes?" he whispered.

  "Yes." She whimpered against his lips.

  "Lay down on the bed, baby."

  She slowly sat down and lay down on the bed and sighed deeply. The bed and the room smelled of roses and she felt the petals against her skin as she lay back. She felt him sit down at the side of her. She felt his hands on her hand, he lifted it and she felt something smooth and silky against her wrist. He repeated the movement with her other wrist and she realized her hands were now tied to the brass bed.

  She felt his lips against hers and kissed him back, relaxing into the kiss and sliding her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hands up her arms and back down again. He massaged her breasts and flicked her nipples with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back so she could feel more of him.

  Suddenly he was gone. She moaned at the loss of him, but heard him in the room. She whispered his name.

  "I'm here." She heard him whisper and then he was, sitting back beside her again. She felt the mattress dip when he sat down and she felt him lean over her with one hand. She felt him lean next to her face.

  "Do you trust me sweetheart?" she heard him whisper into her ear.

  "Yes." She said without hesitation. "I trust you." Realizing as she said that she completely did. She felt something on her cheek, something soft and velvety feeling against her lips, stroking down her chin.

  She felt it brush down her throat, run across the tops of her breasts, then glide between them. She then felt it circle each nipple softly, brushing across her nipples and making them harder. She gasped softly and arched her back.

  "What is that?" she whispered.

  She felt it drag up between her breasts and up her throat and brush across her lips. She felt it come to rest on her lips and she inhaled and smelled a rose. She smiled and sniffed the rose deeply. It was suddenly gone, and she felt his lips against hers as his body leaned against her. His lips moved back and forth over hers, barely touching them. She felt his tongue graze her top lip and then felt her lower lip being sucked gently into his mouth.

  His hands were on her breasts, thumbing her nipples and making them harder than they already were. She moaned and felt his tongue enter her mouth and he sealed her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. She tangled her tongue with his, arched her back and sighed against his mouth. She lifted her hips up from the bed slightly, wanting to ease the ache that was building in her.

  She felt his mouth leave hers, kissing his way down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point. He kissed his way down to her breast, and licked all around the nipple, teasing her and smiling against her breast. He opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around her nipple, closing his lips around it he sucked gently. She gasped and arched her back and pushed her breast into his mouth.

  He closed his teeth around her nipple gently and tugged on it, pulling it softly. He flicked his tongue back and forth over it repeatedly, hearing her gasp and moan. He brought one hand up to her other breast and massaged it gently, pulling on her other nipple and making it harden against his fingers. She moaned and writhed against him, arching her back and lifting her hips up from the bed over and over.

  He dragged his tongue up her breast and neck and kissed her earlobe.

  "Easy." He whispered. "I'll get you there. I want to touch you first."

  He then slowly slid down her body and spread her thighs open and settled between them. He slowly ran his hands over her thighs and grazed her pussy lips with his fingers. He gently blew against her pussy, looking up to see her lips open wide as she gasped. He smiled and leaned in, spread her outer lips and took a long lick all the way up her dampening pussy.

  She moaned loudly and spread her legs wider. He held her open and nuzzled his nose against her clit, then flicked his tongue against it softly. Her hips bucked up off the bed, but he held her down and continued working his mouth on her. Licking her inner lips lightly, pushing his tongue into her opening, then dragging it up to her clit and massaging it long and hard with his full tongue. He held her hips in his hands and moaned into her pussy, letting the vibrations add to her pleasure.

  She writhed on the bed, her hips pumping up and down against his mouth, moaning loudly, urging him not to stop, to make her cum on his tongue. He slid up her body, kissed her lips gently; she could taste herself on his lips. He reached under the pillow beside her and slid back down her body.

  He kissed her clit softly, and then she felt something against her lips. She felt the humming and heard the vibrations and gasped. She felt him run the vibrator up and down her pussy, just outside of it and whimpered. She braced her heels into the bed and thrust her hips up to his mouth. He held her down with one hand on her tummy, murmuring to her, telling her to relax.

  She felt him insert the vibrator, pushing it in a little at a time, then pulling it back out and pushing it back in again. He did it repeatedly, slowly, and gently, in and out of her pussy, while she writhed on the bed, tugging on the scarves the bound her, and panted for him to let her cum. He slowed the thrusting even more than he had been and leaned up and placed his lips on her clit and sucked it softly, flicking his tongue over it fast and sure. She bucked up off the bed, begging him to let her cum, moaning his name over and over.

  He began thrusting the vibrator in faster, sucking harder on her clit, finally letting her get to her climax. Sliding the vibrator in to the hilt he let it lay inside her and turned up the vibrations, and sucked her clit harder, moaning against her hot and very wet pussy. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and looked up and watched her body lose control, as she arched her back, ground her pussy against his mouth, and moaned loudly until she cried out his name and her body stiffened and she came hard, pulling hard on scarves that held her wrists, and fell back on the bed.

  He pulled the vibrator out of her and laid it on the table beside the bed and slid his body up on top of her, bracing himself above her on his elbows. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, listening to her pant and come down from her orgasm. He stroked her hair away from her forehead and kissed her longingly.

  She opened her mouth and kissed him back, tasting her essence on his tongue. She moaned against his mouth, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his chest. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and slipped her tongue into his mouth, stroking it against his.

  She felt him pull away and whimpered.

  "Untie me." She whispered. "I want to touch you."

  "Not yet." He murmured, and licked her lower lip.

  "Then let me see you." She begged prettily.

  "Alright." He agreed, and pulled the scarf off of her head and untied it in his hands. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her.

  She blinked and looked at him and smiled. She watched him sit up partially beside her. He dragged the scarf across her breasts and raised his eyebrows as he watched her intake of breath and her nipples stiffen again. He then dragged it down her tummy, wit
h it just barely touching her skin. He let it rest just above her pussy, letting the end brush her hair. She whimpered his name, and shifted her hips.

  He rose up on one arm and let the scarf drag down her thighs and then back up again. He looked down at her, moist lips parted, her slight heavy breathing, and her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He pulled the scarf up over her breasts, up her arms and back down again, feeling it catch he looked up to see she had grabbed it with her teeth. He tugged lightly and she bit down harder and shook her head slowly.

  He smiled and laid his forehead against hers.

  "Let go." He warned lightly.

  She shook her head and said no through her teeth.

  "Let go, or I'll give you something to do with that pretty mouth." He grinned. She raised her upper lip and barred her teeth at him, daring him.

  He reached down between her legs and stroked her clit with one finger. She cried out in surprise and he pulled the scarf away, laughing. He rose up on his knees, by her side and looked down at her. Her eyes widened as she saw how hard he was and she licked her lips.