by Sofia Connor
She was guilt ridden, but her boyfriend had treated her like shit for most of their relationship, so she figured after a while that it evened out. Once her guilt had evaporated there was only one thing to do, she picked up her phone and texted him, the one she wanted with every fiber of her body.
So here she was looking at him, her body eroding her will to stay seated. He reached over to her thigh and caressed it gently, his skin was smooth and so was hers, it was like silk on silk. She couldn't help but let a quiet sigh of eagerness escape her lips. Lacey had dressed in a knee length black dress and let her hair down. The dress had a zip running completely from top to bottom at the front. He had texted her one night after she'd worn it to a party and told her that he liked it, it was also very practical. It had ridden up to halfway up her thigh while she was sitting and his fingers inched closer and closer to the hem, every stroke upward. She could feel the moisture between her legs growing and she was completely paralyzed by his touch.
'Lacey,' He gently roused her from her trance and her eyes lifted to his. His gaze covered her whole body, she could sense him drinking her in, her gently rising chest, her exposed thighs, her dreamy expression.
'Yeah?'
'Jump in the back.'
'Oh, okay.' She looked to the backseat, clean and spacious, and nodded. She could have just got out and gone through the door but a wicked idea popped into her head. She climbed through, between the front seats, head first, so he got a good glimpse at her wet, pantyless pussy and the sweet scent that it was emitting. She heard him growl softly as she turned and positioned herself kneeling on the back seat. She smiled devilishly at him, gaining confidence from the knowledge that he was aching just as much as she was.
'Come here,' she innocently patted the space beside her for him to sit and he whipped through the seats and sat close next to her. Lacey could smell him now, musky and pleasant, his chest grazing hers as he sat and making her nipples prickle. The rush that followed made her knees weak and the moisture between her legs begin to trickle slowly down her thigh.
He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, gently and his fingers touched her neck, sending a shiver down her back. Just this simple motion was too much for Lacey, she pounced on his lap, straddling tightly. Gripping his hair she kissed him hard and deep, stopping only to moan with pleasure and yearning. His hands explored her tight, toned body, starting from her knees, up to her thighs to her ass, he lingered there for a few seconds, squeezing and pulling, so tempted to plunge his fingers deep between her thighs. He moved to her stomach, up to her pert tits, squeezing and massaging, pinching her nipples on the outside of her dress.
'Ohh!' She moaned and quickly unzipped the top half of the dress, letting it part and exposing her bare breasts to him. His eyes grew large and in a split second his face was buried in her flesh, sucking, licking and gently biting, 'Uh-huh, yeah, ohh,' his tongue flicking her nipples one by one sent her over the edge, her thighs almost completely soaked with her own juices, wetting his pants where she was sitting on him.
His pants were not only getting damp but hard and sticking into her right thigh. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed until now, she had been too crazed with the little doses of pleasure he had been giving her. 'Oh, fuck you're so hard,' she gasped as her hand explored his lap beneath her.
'And you're soaking wet, oh shit,' his cool composure had melted away and he was an animal, hot and hard and desperate to pound this fresh meat. His fingers grazed her pussy lips and they easily glided apart with the slick wetness and he put the same fingers to her mouth, which she lapped at with enthusiasm.
Lacey's eyes trained on his bulge in the dark of the back seat. She decided it had been time enough, they were both in the edge and needed some relief. She got off and sat back beside him. She pulled his waistband down to his knees and watched his long hard cock spring up. It was at least 2 ? inches bigger than her boyfriend's and thicker too. She eagerly took it at the base in her hand, listening to him groaning in anticipation and began stroking up and down, getting used to the feel and rhythm of him.
His cock head looked so inviting and she found her mouth wrapped around it before she knew what she was doing. She felt his hand at the back of her head, holding her hair gently, guiding his cock down her throat and back up again. She licked and sucked furiously, teasing and indulging in the taste of his precum and flesh. Finally she found her own rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, vigorously sucking up and down, creating a vacuum on his cock. She could hear his groans of pleasure and his breathing getting heavier and heavier until it ceased altogether and she knew to stop, or she wouldn't have any fun with this glorious dick.
'Fucking Christ, Lacey...' He said catching his breath and leaning his head back, 'Who ever knew you were so dirty and so fucking... Perfect at that...' She smiled shyly at him and he lunged at her, kissing her deeply. She wasn't used to that kind of thing after giving head, but he was different and obviously kissing her was more of a priority than avoiding his own taste. 'Lie back.' He ordered in a whisper. He was already half on top of her, so she only had a little way to lie back. He observed her for a few moments and bit his lip, which send a jolt of pure horniness through her. She squirmed with anticipation of his touch. He zipped the rest of her dress apart and pulled it out from underneath her, putting it on the front seat. He looked at her glistening pussy, swollen with desire and sensitive to the touch.
He placed his hands on either thigh, right up next to her pussy lips and squeezed gently, inching his thumbs closer and closer to her slippery cunt. Her smell was intoxicating, he rolled his eyes and licked his lips, crouching until his face was mere centimeters away from her sweet juices.
She could feel his breath against her pussy and she wanted to scream. She pictured herself thrusting her hips forward and pushing his head down into it. Her pussy was aching so bad she couldn't feel anything else but him, she spread her legs wider, hooking one over the seats head and laying one over the edge of the seat. Her pussy was completely at his mercy, and when he finally kissed the spot next to it she whimpered so loud he couldn't resist opening his mouth and engulfing her entire cunt with his lips. Her tasty juices filled his mouth and he licked every crevice and inch of skin he could find with his tongue.
She squirmed with delight, she barely muffled her squeals of delight with her wrist. Her hips thrashed and when he found that steady rhythm in just the right spot she stopped breathing. Her mouth fixed in an 'O' shape and her body rigid, she felt the pleasure wave inside her rise and rise. She couldn't moan, she couldn't move, she could only succumb to his expert movements. He could taste her juices getting hotter and hotter, and even with no verbal indication that she was close, he knew.
He continued his vigorous rhythmic licking and suddenly her back arched violently and she let out a loud, high pitched 'Aahhhaa!' her hips thrashed up and down in her ultimate axis of pleasure, she squeezed her eyes closed and he watched her in the throes of her orgasm, his mouth tasting the fresh hot juices slowly being released by her tight cunt.
Once she had been reduced to heavy breathing and stillness again, he sat up, smiling with her nectar drenching the bottom half of his face. And even with all that he had consumed, her pussy lips were still slippery and lubricated with an even slicker serum.
'Ohh, oh my God,' she finally breathed, 'Y-you..' She rolled her eyes, and licked her dry lips, getting up. She knelt next to him, his cock still hard and covered in precum, now. She kissed him deeply, tasting her sweetness, which was a surprising turn on for her. She wiped his face clean and licked her fingers, then began toying with her clit, obviously well recovered by then.
He smiled deviously at her and lifted her with one swift moment, she swung her leg over so she was straddling him and he wasted no more time. Simply lifting her again and plunging her straight down onto his cock.
She was shocked and her body spasmed violently at the sudden penetration, but she was so overcome with intense pleasure that the car filled with her scream,
'Ohhh yes!' his cock reached places inside her that hadn't been touched before.
Her pussy walls gripped his cock like a vice, and he felt dazed for a moment, 'shit, oh shit' he repeated as she rode him hard. Her face contorted in pleasure and just looking at her almost drove him beyond the edge.
'Fuck me!' She screamed and he lifted her thrusting his cock up inside her harder and harder each time. She moaned loudly with each thrust. He scooched forward, giving her knees room to sit on the seat and she rode him fast, this time speechless. Every quick thrust in this position hit a spot that had never been hit before. Her g-spot.
He let her ride him like this until he felt himself nearing orgasm and he could feel her pussy walls tightening around his cock. 'Ooh, ooh, ooh' she whimpered, her pleasure causing her to weaken, so he held her shoulders and slammed her down on his cock, hard, until they were both filling the car with their moaning and gasps and the sounds of the car rocking.
'I'm gonna cum baby!' She cried, arching her back and giving him a full look at her perfect tits bouncing with their movements. He let go then, cumming hard inside her tight cunt and she felt his cock harden and spasm, released and let the pleasure hit her hard, making her whole body convulse and her fingernails to draw blood from his arms.
Lacey collapsed in onto his chest and caught her breath as quickly as she could, realizing how long she had been gone. She was covered in sweat and so was he, but he was just smiling.
'I have to get back,' she said worriedly, getting up and letting his cock slide out of her. She grabbed her dress and zipped it up quickly. He watched her bemusedly and eventually pulled his waistband over his spent dick.
He followed her back to their front seats and looked at her for a while, knowing she was quietly freaking out.
'If anyone asks, you went for a walk,' He caressed her arm lovingly and she looked at him. Her look was a mix of satisfaction and sadness, she wished she could stay in the aftermath with him for as long as she wanted, but it was time to go back to reality. A reality where they were distant friends, associated only by their betrayed partners. He started the car and she snapped out of her daze. When he pulled up outside her house she kissed him deeply for the last time that night, and without a word she was gone, running back across the lawn.
The End.
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"So, what are you looking for?" asked a small, pale man perched on the steel stool in front of her.
He was all sharp angels tangled up with quick, bright green eyes that he kept locked on her.
"Well," she said, picking at the frayed hem of her t-shirt, "it's a little weird, but I want a bruise."
She watched his face, looking for confusion maybe or disgust. She wasn't sure, but saw neither; his face stayed the same intense, neutral stare. Eventually he nodded for her to go on.
"I want it sort of here," she said, stroking the inside of her wrist, "kind of like a thumb print."
She looked down, wanting to avoid the judgment she was sure there would be on his face and took a deep breath to brace herself. For a moment he did nothing, just watched her. Then, before she was able to react, he leaned in close and wrapped his hand around her wrist. He pressed his thumb hard into the soft flesh.
"Here?" he asked, rolling his eyes up to hers. "Like this?"
Her face flushed, but she didn't try to pull away, only looked down. Her voice came out quiet and almost breathless.
"Yes."
He smiled, the edges of his lips curling and pushed a little harder.
"That could be tough," he said, "you'd want it to look real, right?"
Closing and reopening her eyes she nodded.
"Just a little reminder. Is that what you're here for?"
"Yes," she said, barely above a whisper.
He moved his thumb back and forth, turning his nail to cut into her skin, and she gasped. A quick, quiet intake of breath that caused her head to fall back and her eyes to flutter closed. She tried to steady herself, tried to breathe deep and slow, but still didn't pull away.
"And I'll bet I know why," he said.
His voice dropped low, forcing her to lean closer.
"Oh?" she said as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
He nodded and pressed his nail into her again, smiling wider when it earned him a soft moan.
"Yes," he said, standing and closing the gap between them. He pressed his body against her side, leaning down so his lips brushed against her ear. "You've given yourself away," he whispered.
Her voice came out quiet, strangled.
"But, so have you," she said, trying hard not to lean into him, not to turn.
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"John, man what the fuck is going on back there? I just walked past and shit is tense." Mike said, walking up behind the jewelry display.
Propping his boots on the counter, and leaning back in his folding chair John gave the other man a small nod.
"That right there," he said as he made a vague motion toward the back, "is two creatures recognizing one another, realizing their the same species kind of."
"What the hell are you talking about?" the younger man asked, looking over his shoulder into the small, sterile room behind them.
"He's big into that bondage stuff. You know, whips, chains, the whole bit, and by the look of it he's scented himself out a suitable mate."
"But, isn't that her boyfriend hanging around front?"
"Yeah," he said, looking out the window, "but it seems to me like she's forgotten all about that right now."
John watched as the tall man paced back and forth in the parking lot, yelling into his cell phone and shook his head.
~~~~
He pulled her up, for a moment pressing the full length of their bodies together before taking a single, quick stride to the door. He flashed Mike and John a quick smile as he closed the heavy, wooden door.
"You must be sorely neglected to give so much from so little."
He was whispering into her ear again as his free hand wrapped loosely around her neck. She smiled, almost clear headed.
"I won't just kneel down for anyone," she said, holding herself mere millimeters away from him.
"Is that the case?," he said, and his hand moved to the back of her neck and into her long dark hair. He wrapped that hand in her hair and pulled, yanking her head back hard, almost touching his shoulder. Another gasp, and finally she closed the gap between them, her ass brushing against him. "You seem to be coming to heel pretty quickly now."
He rolled her head to the side, exposing her neck and used her arm to pin her tight against him. Breathing faster, she ground into him as his teeth closed around her collar bone. One of his legs wrapped around hers, nudging her legs open and holding her in place. He let go of her wrist and his hand slid down her body. The heel of his hand pressed into her crotch. He could feel the heat through her jeans. Her legs slid open a little wider, and she started grinding into him as her eyes closed and her lips parted. His mouth pulled back; he tongued the grooves, tasting the blood just below the surface. She shivered and could suddenly feel the length of him pressing against her ass. He let her go. Quickly, he circled her and pushed her back against the door; his hands moved to the button of her jeans. For a moment he held there, waiting and watching until she gave a small nod. He smiled to see her hips tilt up toward him and slid down her jeans, exposing the bright red triangle of her thong. She urged him forward, her bare ass lifting off the door to close the gap between his body and hers. His hand slipped behind the thin fabric, and he stroked the fine hairs covering her cunt as his other hand moved up her body. He pinned one arm over her head against the door. She whimpered, and her hips moved forward, trying to force his hand between her lips.
"Uh uh," he whispered, moving his hand away, "be still."
Again, she whimpered, but moved her hips back to rest against the door. She opened her legs a little wider.
"Good girl," he said as his free hand grabbed her other arm, and he pinned her to the door with hi
s hips.
She cried out when she felt his cock pressed against her cunt as he wrapped his hand around both her wrists, holding her. Leaning to the side, he brought his hand back between her legs. His fingers moved behind her panties and parted her lips. She moaned and tilted her hips up to him, but didn't move off the door.
"Is this what you want?" he asked as he pressed his cock into her thigh and slipped two fingers inside her.
She nodded, another moan spilling from her mouth.
"Uh uh," he said, feigning like he was going to pull his hand away again, "you have to say it."
"Yes," she said, swallowing hard, "what I want."
"Good."
He moved his fingers deeper inside her as he rubbed himself along her thigh. She bit her lip and tried to stifle another low moan. Another smiled curled his lips, and he pulled his hand out of her cunt. Quickly, he pushed his pants over his bony hips, tore aside her panties and shoved his cock inside her. Her hands balled into small, tight fists and opened again; she moaned loud as she fought not to raise her hips to meet him and drive him deeper. He pulled slowly out of her, stopping with only the tip of his cock pressed against her opening and covered her mouth with his free hand.
"You have to be a little quieter. Can you do that?"
Whimpering, she nodded fast. He could feel her legs tremble, her hips itching to lift and move, to force him back inside her. Stopping for a moment to look at her, he saw her eyes open wide, begging. He drove himself hard into her cunt. His hips made a soft thud as they smacked into hers. She tried to keep herself quiet, but it was his hand that muffled her moaning as he worked inside her. Her legs wrapped around him, and he moved his hands to cup her ass. She leaned her shoulders into the door, letting him get deeper. Her teeth bit into her hand that now covered her mouth to muffle her, but soon the door started knocking with the quick, hard rhythm he was keeping inside her. A low growl trickled from the back of his throat and he moved his hands to her back, digging nails into her as he took fast, careful steps back. They moved to the chair in the center of the room. He set her down in the chair, ripping the arm of the chair of the way. With her balanced against the chair he grabbed her legs and pulled them from around himself. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and thrust into her again. Now it was her nails at his back, leaving raised, red lines that ran down his pale skin. He had her bent in half as he moved in and out of her. Her breathing got more and more ragged. Her moans louder. Leaning in, he got closer, letting her sink her teeth into the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. It muffled the sound, and she could hear a low groan coming from him. He sped up. He pushed off the floor for more leverage. Soon she fell back, her mouth wet with small droplets of blood from his shoulder. He felt the hot flood of her orgasm and her cunt squeeze and pull him in. Her legs shook as his started to falter. With a few more hard thrusts he shuddered. She smiled as she felt the spreading warmth of his come inside her. For a moment neither moved. They just relaxed. Her legs fell to either side of him as he collapsed against her small breasts.