I return, and you feel me slide onto the bed. I straddle your buttocks, resting lghtly on my legs. You hear a soft "pop" sound, then shortly feel smooth oil spreading across your back. The scent of Vanilla invades your senses and you groan as I stroke my hands along your sore muscles, kneading, relaxing. I rub your neck loosening the tension, and strain before moving to your shoulders. I move to the side of you and rub one arm until it is slack and loose within it's bonds, befor emoving to the other side and repeating the process. Straddling you again, I place my hands at the base of your spine, then leane my weight into you, crackign your back, them moving up to crack it again. I grin as you moan in pleasure, then turn around. I rub your feet, tenderly massaging them, then move slowly up your legs, stroking your calves and "chopping" them until they relax. Reaching your thighs I knead them, "accidentally" brushing against your balls between your legs, causing you to jerk in response.
Your body languid, I turn you over, grinning into your hooded eyes. Slowly I remove my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, as I run my hands up and down my own body, cupping my breasts and brushing the nipples with my thumbs before moving to the next button. I straddle your leg and press my wet pussy against it, rubbing my clit against the fabric of my pants, as I strip the shirt off and toss it to the floor beside the bed. You watch me lazily, as I rise and remove the pants, standing before you naked. I raise my hands to my hair, and it falls around my shoulders and partway down my back as I tilt my head back, arching and stretching as I run my hands down my sides to my hips, then back across my breasts. You wonder what I am about, but remain "patient", your cock hardening as you contemplate what I could be planning to do with you.
I drop my head back foreward meeting your eyes from beneath my lashes with a predatory look as I run my tongue along my teeth and lick my lips. I move back to the bed and creep across the foot to you on all fours, my eyes locked to yours the whole way. As I reach you, I run my tongue up your cock, from your balls to the tip, taking the head into my mouth and sucking lightly. At your indrawn breath, I smile and graze my teeth gently against you. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to heighten sensation before running my tongue around the tip again and releasing you from my mouth. You groan as I slide up your body, resting my dripping pussy against your hard cock. You arch your back, pressing to take me, but I pull back. I grind my clit against your cock, then kiss you, my tongue entangling with yours as I scrape my nails across your chest.
Pulling away, I roll to your side, and turn, taking your cock into my mouth and sucking. Cupping your balls, I take you deep into my throat and you moan pulling at your bonds, and growling at me. I pull back and grin, pumping your cock with ym hand before taking you in my mouth again. You jerk against your bonds, and I suck harder, rubbing my tongue against the base of you. When you are about to cum, I tighten my hold on you, causing you to jerk again. I press lightly on the base of your penis, and you groan, as I suck harder on the head. I grin, knowing you are frustrated and want to let go, but are unable to as long as I hold you. When I am sure you are no longer "cumming", I let go, and sweep you with my tongue once more. I turn back and laugh at the stunned expression on your face before straddling you.
"Will you be good if I let you go?" I tease.
In answer you growl at me, a feral look in your eye. I laugh and press my pussy against your cock again, teasing, while I reach above your head to free you. As soon as you are loose, you grab my hips and slam me down onto your cock, thrusting as deep as you can go before rolling me over onto my back. I wrap my arms around your back and hold onto you, my nails digging into your flesh. You continue to thrust, a deep even rhythm, as you lean over to take my nipple into your mouth. You suck lightly, then harder as you twist the other one between your thumb and forefinger, then graze your teeth along the nipple before bitting down slightly. I jerk and moan and you laugh before moving to the other breast. I arch my back to bring you deeper, pressing your face into my breasts and wrapping my legs around your hips. You increase your thrusts, nearing the edge, and kiss me wildly. I kiss you back, then pull you tighter running my tongue against your neck before biting down and sucking, just as my body tightens, and I flood you with my juices, my pussy clenching you tight. You groan and thrust one last time, pulling away from my teeth and slamming my hips into yours as you cum.
You lean foreward and kiss me, still panting before pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside me. I open my mouth, then shut it, then look confused. You laugh at me, stretching your body before sitting up. I arch my back like a cat, then roll onto my stomach. You turn to look at me before heading to the bathroom and the shower. We clean up, then return to the bedroom, where we dress and lay back down onto the bed. I roll over and straddle you, my leg sliding on the sheet. "Hungry?"
The End.
Strangers
He sees her from across the room. She’s smiling and flirting with everyone around her. She’s a very beautiful woman. He starts walking towards her, and stays careful to keep out of her sight. He stands behind her, watching and listening to the sound of her voice, waiting for her to realize he’s there.
While he watches, he knows just when she feels him behind her. She tries to turn around to greet him, but he lays a hand on her shoulder, keeping her turned away. As the rest of people around them start to filter out, he steps closer to her. She can feel his body heat penetrating through her clothes, and his breath on her neck. She shivers, despite the heat.
He gently tugs on the back of her dress, to get her attention, then walks down the front hall. She turns to follow him, carefully watching the man who was behind her. Stopping at a door he opens it and walks in, still not facing her.
She follows, shutting the door behind her and reaching for the light switch. In the darkness, he grabs her hand, reaches out and locks the door. She tries to speak, but he covers her mouth gently and whispers, “Don’t think and don’t question. Just go with it”
She has no idea where they are. Being the house of a friend, she is lucky to know where the front door is. For all she knows, they were in a broom closet. Being here with him feels so right. Who cares that she hasn’t seen his face. He is right here, right now, and that is all that matters.
She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and tilting her head toward him. Noting her submission, he takes full advantage. He leans his head down and deliberately avoids her lips to forge a gentle assault on her neck. His hands grasp her body, and search for openings in her clothes. Getting impatient, he bunches up her skirt and plunges underneath.
He feels only hot skin beneath her skirt. This tells him how daring she was not to wear any underclothes. She gasps and clutches to his shirt when his fingers find her. She’s never done anything like this before, and it frightens her, as well as excites her.
She then decides to stop playing the timid mouse. While his fingers are busy plunging in and out of her body, hers are preoccupied with ripping the clothes from his body. She pulls at his shirt, only intending to free some of the buttons, but they hear several of them hit the floor of the darkened room. She can feel his body shaking with silent laughter.
She’s shocked at her forcefulness, but never one to quit when faced with intimidation, continues on. Running her hands up his now bare chest, and wrapping arms around his neck, she pulls him down to her hungry mouth. She now surprises him with the fierceness of her kiss. She leans into him, pressing her entire body against him. Holding him close, she explores his mouth with her tongue.
Finally stepping back, she begins unbuttoning his pants. She pushes them down to his ankles and kneels before him. She rubs her hands up and down his exposed body, feeling the hard muscles. Placing one hand on either hip, she pulls herself up against him. Now standing before him in the darkness, she pulls her dress up over her head, and kicks her shoes off. She presses against him again, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Enjoying her little game, but tiring of her teasing, he grabs her arms above the
elbows and hauls her against him. Turning slightly to the right, he backs her up a few steps until she comes up against a chair, and pushes her into it. His hands move down her arms on to her legs, to rest on her knees. Gently, he pushes her legs apart, and settles himself between them. He touches her again. Soaking his fingers with her hot arousal. Her body starts to move against his hands, the sweet torture seemingly never-ending.
With intensity so fierce and sudden, she comes in his hands. He continues his ministrations as if nothing happened, bringing her to the crest of another orgasm, and then pushing her over again. He slows down now, giving her time to breathe and regain her composure.
When she is breathing normally again, he stands up and lifts her to her feet. He changes positions with her and sits himself in the chair. He keeps her facing away from him and pulls her onto his lap. He circles his left arm around her middle to keep her still, and rubs his right hand all over her body. Starting with her back, he gently caresses her shoulder and neck. He trails down her spine and up again, causing shivers of pleasure to skyrocket through her body.
His left hand moves up slightly to grasp her breast. He gently measures the globe of her breast, weighing it slightly in his hand before squeezing it. His fingers spread to see how much of her breast he can hold in his hand. He then takes the nipple between his fingers and squeezes until he hears her breath catch. She moans softly, and leans back against him. In doing so, she has forced his other hand around to the front of her body. Both hands are now squeezing and pulling on her hard nipples. She’s moaning softly, and is squirming noticeably on his lap. He feels the wetness dropping from her body to pool on his legs. Deciding he’s prolonged their pleasure enough, he gently lifts her body up to position her.
He eases her onto him, sliding into her burning core until she is fully impales. She’s moaning more audibly now, not really caring if anyone at the party can hear. His hands go back to torturing her nipples, adding to the stimulation. She rides him, controlling the pace, enjoying the feeling. Her hands are braced on the arms of the chair, helping her movements as she holds herself against him.
After a while she rests her head on his shoulder. His breathing has gotten erratic and the feel of it against her neck is driving her crazy. That small bit of extra stimulation is enough to bring her to yet another orgasm. Her moans turn to heavy pants, as she tries to keep quiet. She finally screams, losing the battle.
He now feels his orgasm begin to build. He knows she can’t take much more, so he takes over the control of the pace. He grasps her hips and holding her slightly above him, pushes his body in and out of her. He continues this action, gradually increasing in speed. Finally, with a firm hold of her hips, his body clenches, and he comes.
They sit there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the feel. She thinks for a few minutes, wondering how to handle this situation now. She still has no idea who he is, and isn’t sure she wants to yet.
He lifts her a little and slides out from under her. Sitting in the chair she feels her shoes hit against her feet. Her dress drifts into her lap. Taking the hint, she dresses quickly.
“Who are you?” she whispers in the darkness.
Coming up to her, he hauls her into his arms and kisses her gently on the mouth.
“You’ll know soon enough”, he whispers back.
He steps away from her and opens the door. The light from the hall blinds her as he steps from the room and shuts the door. She never saw his face.
The End.
The Ecstacy
He comes to me in the darkness. I wait shaking as I hear him, his rustlings a mystery. As he passes in front of the window I see his silouhette, big and dark. My breathing shallows as I lie still in anticipation of his touch. He draws back the covers and the black air feels chill on my skin. This is what I need. Forbidden and heated in the cold of night. I tremble as I turn to his embrace, my guide, my teacher, my lover. His strong arms enfold my lithe young body and his lips find mine unerringly in the dark.
He rouses at the touch of my skin against his, soft and warm against the wiry hardness of him. When his hands cup my aching breasts, he squeezes them gently and tells me how he loves their round firmness. His fingers tweak my pink nipples sending ripples of desire through me. Against my lips he moans and I press to him. He drags his lips upwards, kissing the tip of my nose.. my brow between my eyes. His kisses delicately cover my eyelids, fluttering down my temples to my ear. He nuzzles and sucks the lobe gently and his hand holds my head against his lips, tangled in my long hair.
I feel him twitch against my thigh, his response firing the burner inside me. My need centred within my abdomen, heat radiating intensely through my feminine core. Instinctively I move my hips and part my thighs. His chuckle drags me back for a moment, "Not yet, no, not yet!" His mouth opening over mine, his sinuous tongue snaking past my teeth. The tip tickles my palate. I suck it. Tasting, wanting to feel him. He senses my need and rolls me onto my back. With his knee he nudges mine apart.. I lie subdued beneath him, wanting his mastery.
Luxuriating in his attentions, stretching catlike I open for him. He kneels between my legs. His head lowers to my breast. Gooseflesh as his breath flows against me. Gasping as I feel his teeth squeeze my hardened, pink nipple. He tugs and pulls it, stretching the sensitive end. Mercilessly he nips. Forcing my cry of shocked pain. Again, he laughs. I blink back stinging tears, feeling pleasure replace the sting as his mouth suckles me. One nipple, the other. Countless moments in bliss. His mouth and fingers playing my breasts.
A symphony of desire builds as his tongue traces a delicate filigree over the muscled surface of my flat tummy. Lower he wanders, his fingers digging into my hips, at last lifting me. Held up to his questing mouth, shoulders pinned to the bed under my own weight as he drinks. My legs spread and hanging in space unsupported. My arms splayed to either side as he begins to devour me. My cunt a feast. He pauses and I hear his desire, "Cum for me." Reduced to an ember of wanton lust I burst out for him to suck my clit. How I need him!
Like a virtuouso he draws the music of passion from me. I feel incapable of nothing less than complete surrender to his composing. His tongue manipulates each fold of me. The blood singing through my vessels as he thrusts into me and slowly twirls it around my hard nub. He licks. That tongue of his dragging along the crack of my ass, pressing tauntingly across the nerves of my asshole, lewdly hinting of how wonderful it would feel to have it within. My fingers tear at the sheets. My nails leaving imprints in my palms. His lick proceeds, the sensitive separator pulsing as he laps hungrily at sweet, flowing pussy juices. The rasping surface delves shallowly into my musky hole and at last drags wetly over my swollen clit. Again and again.
The crescendo crashes around me as he orchestrates each section. Encouraging the performance. I weep. The beauty of feeling intensely painful. He sees. He cries out in agony at my grief, wanting to bring me the marvel of sensation once again. He raises me to cradle my shaking form in his gentle arms. I whisper, "Now?"
I feel his hardness against my hip. I smile now knowing my power. Need cracks his voice, weakens his arms. "Now," his whisper breathes against my neck, "Yes, now my little love." I lever myself up onto my knees.. I tug his arm to invite him. He moves and prostrates himself beneath me. I straddle his hips and rest my head against his back. My tears wet on our skin. I lift my cheek and turn, licking the salty drop. My tongue trails across his shoulder blade to his spine. He rolls beneath me and I lift up to allow his erection room to nestle between us, hard against my belly.
He pulls me up along his body. Our lips meeting in hunger. Starving for his love, to be his possession. His cock, fully erect, stands along my crease. I feel it hot against my slick wetness. It nestles within the open lipped kiss of my sex. I gasp out his name and bring my feet up at his sides. Squatting over his pelvis, I grasp his turgid length. His bulk barely contained in my fist. His length a pulsing, veined tower standing tall and waiting for my hot, wet
night to engulf it. I bring it to my opening my slowly undulating hips dragging my wet desire across the round knob of his shaft.
He bumps against my clit and I am reminded how good this will feel. Slowly, I lower onto him. He breaks open my lips and presses to my tight opening. Squeezing him as I tug him, I want him inside so badly. My hips gyrate. I feel his cock caress and dilate me. His shaft moves deeper as I move to my knees. Gravity doing what my movements cannot. I feel him slide as deep as my body will allow. His hands on my hips press me down further still, stretching, hurting. With my cry of pain he lifts me with his hands. The pleasure so intense we tremble.
He pulls me onto him as he thrusts. His cock seems to seek my soul along with my sex. My existence centred on this fuck. The smell of my juices on his face, the taste of his kisses, the colours exploding behind my eyelids filling my night with visions the sound of our joining wet, smacking fuck, the touch of his shaft filling every void within me, all enfold me. My orgasm expands, growing to bursting. I scream as I release hot, wet splashes onto him.
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