I couldn’t help myself. Reading the emails back and forth always put me into a frenzy, but the latest ones nearly threw me overboard. He had a way with words, you know. The kind that eat at your very center as you squirm away in your chair, feeling the fabric of your panties just growing wetter and wetter…
“I can only imagine how it will feel. After getting a taste of that wonderful pussy, I can only BEGIN to imagine how my dick will feel inside that tight ass of yours…”
I read that sentence over and over, my fingers hungrily massaging between my pussy lips, circling the swollen nub of my clit as my mind envisioned the hardness of his cock tormenting my poor virgin asshole. The thought excited me as much as repulsed me. I think the repulsion came from the fact that I was always taught “EXIT ONLY” – but I also believe this contributes to more of the appeal, with knowing how taboo in society it is. And if you could feel the dampness of my cunt, well…you would say it was obvious that I didn’t care much anymore what society thought about what I did with my ass.
Two fingers teased the slit of my cunt, prying open the tight walls as I buried up to the second knuckle. I sat back on my chair, one leg propped on the desk as the other relaxed outward. Slipping my eyes closed, I whimpered, daring with my free hand a chance to prod and poke at the puckered bud of my anus, feeling how my pussy juices coated and coaxed my finger to slide inward. My chest heaved with every lustful breath, and finally, on the last exhale, I slipped my middle finger in, feeling how the tight rim of my asshole encompassed the flesh of the digit, drawing it further in without resistance. Immediately I could feel my pussy pulse around my other fingers, clenching as I felt around the inside of my ass. A low groan emitted from deep within my throat, a sound I’ve never been familiar with. It surprised even myself. Withdrawing the two pussy-playing fingers, I circled them back around my clit while the other, more pre-occupied hand worked that single finger in and out, taunting, pulling, pushing… and with greater speed about my clit, I found my body succumbing to climax.
It was with his face envisioned in my mind that my body tensed, my back arcing off the rise of the chair, toes curling as my frame jerked with each welcoming pulse of orgasm that I came. It was a delicious orgasm, too, one that was new to me and I was certainly curious to know more – how would my body react if it took upon his cock like so? Pulling out my finger from my ass, I drew it up and looked at it, grinning at the fact that it was slick with the tracings of my cunt that seeped down the crack, providing that delicious coating for lubrication. I shifted on the chair, settling back into it as I realized how much more wet I was than normal. This whole idea must really turn me on!
“Hot damn,” I laughed, looking around the room with a new found intrigue. “I can’t wait to taste more of what it will be li…” and my words were cut off by the soft vibration of my cell that happened to be sitting a few feet from where I just released. I glanced down at the Caller ID and let out a small laugh again, hitting the answer button and bringing it to my ear.
“Bastion,” I greeted cheerfully, my eyes staring down at the finger that just teased deep within my body, previously unexplored. Finally I wiped the secretions off on my lap and settled back into the chair. “I was just thinking of you.”
“Were you now? What of me were you thinking about?” Bastion questioned, and I could hear in the tone of his voice he was somewhat amused.
“Mmmnnn,” I drawled out. “You don’t want to know!”
“But if I didn’t want to know, I would not have asked, Anna. Tell me, what of me were you thinking?”
I shifted in my chair, leaning forward now on the desk, one arm bent and propping my weight as the other cocked up to hold the phone to my ear. I was blushing furiously now, my eyes closed, forehead dropping to rest against my forearm. Weakly I answered, “I was fantasizing about you…” I paused.
“Carry on, sweet girl. You were fantasizing about me…?” he whispered, his curiosity present in his words.
“Yes Bastion. I was fantasizing a moment ago about how it would feel to have your cock deep inside, well…deep-inside-my-ass-and-fucking-me.” The words came out so quickly that I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was SO shy with even admitting this, I mean c’mon! This is my asshole we’re talking about! Remember, EXIT ONLY? My eyes opened as I lifted my head, staring at the computer screen before me, re-reading the sentence he just so recently typed to me. And again, I felt that stirring between my legs that caused me to squirm just a tad while sitting there listening to his breath on the other end of the line.
“Come open your door,” his voice answered finally, causing my heart to plummet into my stomach and my eyes to widen in shock.
“What?!” I exclaimed, “Come open my door?! You mean to tell me you’re here!” I stood up, practically tossing the chair back in all of my excitement, staggering a few feet before regaining my balance. “Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were on your way over!”
I could hear him laughing both on the phone and in the background. It was like stereo-mocking, and I stared down at the phone, at his name that tormented me so on the screen: BASTION 555-7106.
“Oh my god, you ass,” I muttered, moving towards the door but not opening it just yet.
“Are you going to let me in?” he questioned, rapping lightly at my door. I listened for a moment, staring at my non-showered self at the mirror in the foyer. My hair was pulled up in a lopsided bun, tousled and tangled from having just woken up a few hours prior. It’s a good thing I brushed my teeth, I thought. Finally, without a single word more I hung up the phone and opened the door.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he grinned, giving me the once-over with a look of satisfaction. Along with the tangled slop of hair, I stood before him barefooted and wearing an oversized t-shirt, three times too large for me. And as I’m sure you guessed it — no panties. After all, I was busy with myself only moments prior!
I moved away from the door, suggesting with my hand that he enter. My eyes couldn’t look him in the face, I was far too embarrassed for that right now. I mean, after all, I just admitted a dirty secret to a man I’ve been lusting after for only a short period of time. As he passed through, I watched him from behind as he walked past my foyer, looking around at the wall decorations and whatever else caught his eye. Summoning up some courage, I stood up straight and cleared my throat, “I really wasn’t expecting you to just drop by like this.”
But he didn’t seem to care what I was saying. In fact, I think my words, if anything, excited him for he turned towards me, his head canted to the side as he studied me silently.
“What?” I shied, glancing away self-consciously. My fingers tugged down at the t-shirt, then up to my hair. I felt completely on the spot, and I’m sure that’s exactly what he was going for.
“Anna,” he half-whispered. “Relax.” His words were a calming demand, and surprisingly, my body did just that. I relaxed, finally able to look him in the face, and what I saw there was such a deep hunger and desire, that I thought he would consume me right there. Instead, his hand reached out and I took it, and we moved through my house silently. Meandering through doorways, he finally found my bedroom and led me in, still not another word uttered.
I walked past him and stood a few feet away from the bed. He watched me with his cool blue gaze and grinned, his goatee framing those succulent lips perfectly. It took all I had that very moment not to move to him, to press my mouth to his and suckle in that bottom lip I so desired. Shifting my gaze elsewhere, I watched from the corner of my eye as he undid his necktie, then drew off his belt.
“Come here,” he spoke softly, fingers working to undo the buttons of his light blue button down. I stared at those hands as they maneuvered the shirt, one by one plucking a button through the eyelet. Standing now before him, he looked down at me from his towering height and leaned forward, taking my mouth to his and kissing me with such passion that I felt I would ignite.
It was in that moment that I finally let go of all inhibitions and reached up, pulling his hands away as I worked that shirt off from his frame, tossing it onto the back of a vanity chair. With the same hunger, I undid his pants, still kissing against him, tasting him as my tongue trailed between his lips, entangling with his own. He smelled of foreign spice, exotic and alluring, and it drove me further into oblivion. Once his pants were past his hips, he took three steps forward, pushing me back against the bed, and I heard the fabric shift as he stepped out of them.
“You smell so good,” I muttered against his mouth, feeling the brush of his beard against my face, my cheeks. I inhaled deeply as I leaned my back against the bed, hands tugging at his sides to draw him against me, my legs lifting and wrapping about his waist. I still wore that oversized, ratty shirt, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him. No, I had to feel him, and I could sense he had to feel me too, for a mere second passed and he was on me, in me, burying his surging manhood into the depth of my pussy, his mouth once again pressed hard into mine. With muffled moans, I rocked my hips up, my hands braced at my sides and my elbows propping me upwards. I loved his smell, and how he felt as he began to fuck me, working his cock with expertise as my body rolled into his.
“And you feel so good, Anna,” he grunted, his forehead pressing against mine as he stole a glance downward, staring at the cloth that hid my breasts. He pulled back, standing there with his cock deep inside me and grabbed me by my hands, shifting me into a near sitting position at the edge of the bed. His fingers roughly snagged at the base of my shirt and tugged, pulling until finally I was free of the burden. My nipples instantly hardened as his hands captured my breasts, pulling, teasing, tugging hard at the pink nubs until finally I cried out, warning him I would come if he continued that.
But that seemed to be just what he wanted, for he released my breasts and pushed me back, lifting me up to gather me fully on the bed. His body hovered over me, his hands grasping at my legs as he pulled them apart and thrust fully into my mons. I could feel my breath quicken… how that knot developed deep in the pit of my stomach as my body threatened to orgasm. My eyes slipped closed, nails digging into his shoulders as finally my back arched and I succumbed to his desires. Loudly I moaned, teeth biting down on my bottom lip as I met with hungry fervor back into him, my cunt clenching, pulsating as his cock was coated with my slick juices.
“That’s a good girl,” he grinned, kissing my throat and shoulder as he held himself fully inside me, riding out my climax. Once again, his lips found mine and I felt him pull out, a cool trail of sticky cum dribbling between my slit as I realized, I had really lost it, and hard. My eyes opened as I watched him, my breath coming back to normal. Bastion shifted my legs to relax at either side of him, is gaze playing on my face with a slight amusement present. He glanced down between my legs, one hand traveling from my left breast to my stomach, the other hand grasping his shaft as he began to trail his cockhead between the moistened folds, teasing me with it against my clit.
I squirmed with a giggle, leaning forward to steal a glimpse of him between my legs. He was thick, that was for sure, and the length was perfect – what with the shiny coating of my recent spending. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had gotten me to come, especially since I had recently finished myself off. With that thought, I grinned to myself and he grinned back down at me. He moved his hips gently forward, letting the head of his dick press into the shallows of my cunt as I slowly rocked back and forth with him.
“Relax, okay? Just let me do the work,” he whispered, leaning over me to give me one of those mind-warping kisses, his tongue trailing between my lips before capturing my top lip between his teeth and finishing in a passionate, hungry suckle. While he was losing me with his mouth, I felt the head of his cock glide between my folds and rest tauntingly at the pucker of my ass. My eyes sprung open to stare at him, and he met my gaze with a laugh. “Shhhh,” he reassured me, and his tongue parted my mouth to flick against my own, and I groaned against him, rolling my eyes into my head.
Slowly, gently I felt the thick bulge of his cock begin to part the rim of my anus, and all I could do was clench. I tried desperately to relax, but my ass continued to pucker, cinching him off from any further movement. He withdrew, and once again pressed his head against that bud, this time a bit more insistent. Both hands found the rounds of my breasts and he gently toyed with them, trying to create a diversion from the pain that I was beginning to feel. It was more than just his head now inside of me, pulling my asshole widely open as it encompassed his throbbing shaft. I cried out in pain, my facial features contorting as I winced from the sensation. After what felt like a near eternity, he paused and just lay down atop me, once again back to kissing my throat, my ears. Meanwhile, the blood was rushing so loudly in my head that all I could hear was that and the ‘thud thud thud’ of my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and that I let him so easily take me!
“I can’t take any more of you,” I whined, biting down on my lip as I looked at his face. His lips curved into a crooked smile and he nodded. “Good, because I can’t put any more of me in you; I’m in, Anna. Relax. Just let your body get used to it. Feel it…”
And I did. I felt him all right. And strangely enough, he felt deliciously amazing. It felt strange, mind you. I’ve never had anything inside of my ass before, at least, an outside object, aside from my fingers just what – less than an hour before? And here I was, legs spread and ass whored for his cock’s pleasure! And I wanted it! I wanted to feel him fuck me with that massive prick so badly that I began at my own tempo with rolling my hips into him and down into the bed. It hurt, that’s for sure, but after a minute of adjusting, it hurt…so…good.
“Do it, Bastion…I can’t take it anymore. Please, I’m near begging you. Please, fuck my ass. Fuck it!” and for once, I wasn’t blushing, I wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, I was reigning in the bitch in heat that I truly was and I needed it. Desperately!
Bastion shifted up again, and began to ease slowly from my depths. I could feel every inch his cock had to offer in my ass; it was certainly different than when he was in my pussy, that was for sure! It was almost as if I could feel every vein, every ridge his dick had to offer, and that only made me hornier. My hands lifted to brace against his shoulders and I hoisted my hips up, feeling as he retracted, my eyes pleading for him to thrust into me hard, to take me the way no one had ever taken me before.
“Now, Bastion; now!” I screamed, and his body reacted in such a violent way to my voice that he slammed himself deep into my bowels, a fire running the course of my ass, my back, all the way up to my neck. I cried out loudly, tears forming in my eyes as the sting was near unbearable, but I couldn’t stop. Oh no, I couldn’t stop! I used his shoulders as leverage and pulled myself back, until finally we had a tempo going, meeting one another with a hunger that dared not be sated.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he stated, concerned at the tears in my eyes. I grinned though, looking up at him through a half-lidded gaze, heavy with a lust I’ve never understood until now, and barked for him to shut up and fuck me. And he did just that. And the tears kept coming.
Every nerve fiber was alive in me; every sensory receptor was in overdrive as I took this man’s length so far into my ass, I thought it would swallow him whole. My cunt boiled with desire, jealousy, envy to be fucked in the way he was using my ass. Every hair on my neck stood at attention with his grunts and moans as he thrust harder, deeper into me. Half-realizing my intentions, I dipped my left hand between my legs and searched, feeling how incredibly wet I had become just from the ass-fucking alone. My eyes widened and I laughed, caught between multiple emotions as I quickened my hips, bucking harder against his pelvis.
“My god, I’m soaked!” I exclaimed, driving two fingers deep into my waiting pussy, feeling how his cock pushed against the walls of my ass, near denying the right to my own body. I moaned loudly now, my head rolling back onto the bed as I finger fucked myself with this delicious dual penetration. I never thought anal could feel so fucking good!
“I can tell,” he managed through heavy breaths. “You’re soaking my cock and balls, and baby, it feels so fucking good…!” I could sense he was using every ounce of his will to hold back from coming. Even his cock jerked and stiffened as he felt me teasing my pussy through that thin membrane.
Withdrawing those digits, I found the swollen nub of my clit and circled around it, encouraging my own body to build in climax. It was insane. The intensity of the moment had my body on fire, electricity coursing through every extremity as I found myself completely alive and absorbed in the moment. “Oh god, Bastion, don’t stop,” I moaned, the words rolling off of my tongue like liquid velvet. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
His thrusts didn’t stop, but I felt him slowing. His eyes cinched shut tightly and he gritted his teeth so loud that it reverberated through the room. He was holding back, and I was denying him his right to cum. Not yet, not now. I quickened the pace of my fingers on my clit, my back arching as I grinded up into his body, letting him keep his member buried to the hilt in my ass as I rocked my hips against him. My breasts jiggled as my breaths began to hitch in my chest, every muscle tensing on my frame. I was almost there, alllmooost there…
“CUM!” I squealed, my own orgasm shocking me as I hadn’t expected the intensity, the harshness of it as it rocked me to my core. “Cum!” I cried louder, forcefully fucking back into him, causing him to push harder against me until finally his own body jerked, twitched, and a loud grunt and moan emitted from his clenched mouth. I could feel every single spurt of his seed inside me; something I have never felt before in my life! Every single jolt of his cock vibrated through my ass, and each splash of his jizz against the walls caused me to react more violently than before
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I repeated in a string followed with obscenities. My entire world went white as I blacked out to everything around me. My legs wrapped so tightly around his waist that we could have been conjoined, momentarily fused as I searched, scrambling inside my brain to find any sense of who I was and what I was doing. Finally, it was his gasps and soft moans that brought me to, as well as his weight upon me as he was spent, exhausted and sweaty. His lips were kissing my throat, my chin, my shoulders, as I lay there trying to remember how to spell my name.
A moment later and I giggled, finally coming to and relaxing my legs about his hips. I turned my gaze to watch his face and he looked at me, smiling and sated. Never before had I felt that insanely amazed at how good something so taboo could cause me to feel. His fingers stroked my hair and I exhaled a large, pent up breath that seemed to relax me to the very center.
I was in love.
Oh no, not with Bastion. He is a perfect toy, mind you, but my feelings aren’t for him.
I was in love with how my body just felt. I could feel the addiction stirring, coaxing my mind and my body to explore more; to learn more.
And this was only my first lesson.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Call-on Girl
The carpeting was like that out of a trippy movie that someone dosed on too much LSD and had their way with crayons. Polka dots and paisley adorned the length of the hallway, leading up the numbers of the 18th floor. Her eyes glanced at each number beside the doors as she walked, searching; 1816, 1822, 1823…the numbers were leading to the end, and soon she found herself standing before a lone door, tucked all the way at the end of the hall, where even a small shadow was casted from the overhead lights that just didn’t quite reach the room. Staring at the number, 1825, she cleared her throat, shifted the short length of her skirt down and lifted a fist to rap quietly at the door. It felt large to her somehow, ominous in a sense, and before her hand made contact, the lock disengaged and a click was heard as the handle turned. She paused, waiting, lowering her hand as the door cracked, then finally opened. What greeted her was a man of 6’1 standing in olive green shorts, a t-shirt, and the most welcoming, mischevious smile.
“How was your flight?” her voice managed weakly, her eyes casting immediately downwards once she caught the glimmer of amusement in his. She walked in through the hotel door, searching the room with curiosity and nervousness as she found a corner to which she placed her purse. His voice was right behind her as he answered, and she startled some, turning ever slightly to look at him. “You know how it goes,” he replied, and as he spoke, the pounding of her heart nearly drowned the sound of his voice as the blood rushed in her ears, her face, causing her cheeks to furiously blush. Instantly, she felt herself grow anxious, greedy, craving…
He wasn’t one for words today, and decided he would find better uses of his mouth. Immediately following his statement, his lips found her throat, his hands found her waist and turned her against him and he pressed up hard against her back. She rolled her head back, eyes closed as she felt the sensation on her skin. Her knees trembled, her body weakened as his teeth grazed her shoulder and her world darkened around them. Strong hands caressed, pinched, kneaded as they moved their way to her nubile breasts, heaving them upwards in his palms before releasing and pushing her towards the bed. She let out a surprised squeal, although she wasn’t surprised at all.
Sometimes seconds can feel like minutes, and minutes can feel like hours. This moment was one of those moments where the body tricks the mind and is completely in tune with all of its surroundings. She could hear his breath as his fingers moved from her own body to his belt, yet his legs kept her braced against the bed. She could feel the fabric of the down covers crinkling beneath her touch as her hands gripped the blankets, and she could smell the bland detergent the hotel used on their linens. And only moments later, she could feel as the material of her dress was lifted, exposing the rounds of her buttocks and the scant lacings of her useless panties, the strip merely tugged aside as his fingers teased along the length of her swollen slit. She was aroused, and there was absolutely no way to hide her excitement.
“Mmm. Someone is excited,” he murmured as he hovered over her, his right hand coming to gently swat at her cheek. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she listened to his breath and the shift of his weight as one hand pressed against her hip, the other guiding his cockhead between her wanton pussy.
“It’s a lie!” she defiantly cried out, only to be taken by surprised as his cock plunged into the depths of her cunt, settling there for a moment as he seemed to enjoy the sensation. His other hand came to rest upon her hips and he pulled them back, feeling as she began to grind her own sex onto his manhood. Little moans escaped into the blankets as she buried her face into the bed. Slowly his cock pulled out, pausing before the head withdrew completely. It seemed as if a year went by before he thrusted back into her, her back arcing downward as her arms brought her shoulders up, head thrown back in a cry of ecstacy. He felt amazing to her, how thick his member pried her open. She enjoyed his cock immensely, and if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be where she was today.
“Fuuucck,” she hissed, pushing back against his hips as his met her ass in a loud smack. Their tempo increased, and with each hungry jolt of her body, she found herself quickly growing to orgasm. “Very good,” he grinned behind her, his voice heavy with lust and amusement. “That’s precisely…” his hips slammed into her, “…what…” and this time harder, his balls slapping against her swollen clitoris, “we are doing!” and again, with vigor as his body met hard with hers, the rounds of her ass jiggling with each carnal thrust.
She could only imagine his perspective to what he was witnessing, envisioning his cock moving in and out of her soaking wet cunt, coated in her thick juices. She imagined her own back, hips, and how delicious they must look being held by his hands and guided back into him with each pleasurable movement. It was then that she felt it coming, releasing as her body began to tremble and her orgasm took hold of her. “Oh, my, god!” she called out, her voice husky as her throat tightened and body wracked. Knuckles whitened as they grabbed tightly at the sheets, pulling desperately as if she were trying to escape.
He must have sensed that too, as his hands fell from her hips and his arms wrapped about her midsection, holding against her tight. She lifted up, back, arching herself into him as she rode backwards on his dick, feeling it keeping her full as he pumped himself in and out of her, using her as she used him. This is what they were good for; two friends able to take advantage of a situation without feelings of remorse or regret; two friends who thoroughly enjoyed one another’s bodies and techniques.
She reached back with her hands and dragged her nails across his thighs, feeling the muscles beneath taut and working as he moved his body against hers. They were still both standing, yet one of her legs lifted onto the bed to change the angle, and he grasped her more tightly as she fell forward into the mattress and bucked her hips hungrily, harder into him as he urged another climax from her core. Burying her face into blankets, she cried out again, eyes tightly clenched shut as he held himself against her, his own face finding her side as he grunted into her skin. Rolling her head back, she squealed, shifting, thrusting, fucking as hard as she could back onto his cock as she came, holding now her hands against his arms, her entire frame tense with desire, with passion, with release, and most obvious of all: with hunger. Pure, animalistic hunger.
And it was then that she felt his cock jerk within her tight, slick little cunt, and his body jolt in time with his thrusts. His breath caught in his chest, and she found herself coming around his cock, with him as he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed near atop her, dumping the thick, sticky jizz into her pulsating pussy. Her body reacted to his, her core clenching with each releasing jerk of his dick as he trembled atop her, his breaths coming ragged and hoarse until finally his body stilled, as well as hers.
With a wild grin, she let out a small chuckle and pushed up onto her elbows, relishing in the sensation of him on her, atop her, within her, spent and sated. He drew himself up and teased her shoulders with the prickles of his beard and the moisture of his breath, taunting her body with overwhelming sensation. She laughed, body dipping back down into the bed as she tried to escape him, but he had her pinned and she found herself coming again. Thankfully this one was much less violent and much more sweet than the last.
Finally, she managed after a moment’s catch of breath, “Welcome to the Marriott, I hope you enjoy your stay.”
“How was your flight?” her voice managed weakly, her eyes casting immediately downwards once she caught the glimmer of amusement in his. She walked in through the hotel door, searching the room with curiosity and nervousness as she found a corner to which she placed her purse. His voice was right behind her as he answered, and she startled some, turning ever slightly to look at him. “You know how it goes,” he replied, and as he spoke, the pounding of her heart nearly drowned the sound of his voice as the blood rushed in her ears, her face, causing her cheeks to furiously blush. Instantly, she felt herself grow anxious, greedy, craving…
He wasn’t one for words today, and decided he would find better uses of his mouth. Immediately following his statement, his lips found her throat, his hands found her waist and turned her against him and he pressed up hard against her back. She rolled her head back, eyes closed as she felt the sensation on her skin. Her knees trembled, her body weakened as his teeth grazed her shoulder and her world darkened around them. Strong hands caressed, pinched, kneaded as they moved their way to her nubile breasts, heaving them upwards in his palms before releasing and pushing her towards the bed. She let out a surprised squeal, although she wasn’t surprised at all.
Sometimes seconds can feel like minutes, and minutes can feel like hours. This moment was one of those moments where the body tricks the mind and is completely in tune with all of its surroundings. She could hear his breath as his fingers moved from her own body to his belt, yet his legs kept her braced against the bed. She could feel the fabric of the down covers crinkling beneath her touch as her hands gripped the blankets, and she could smell the bland detergent the hotel used on their linens. And only moments later, she could feel as the material of her dress was lifted, exposing the rounds of her buttocks and the scant lacings of her useless panties, the strip merely tugged aside as his fingers teased along the length of her swollen slit. She was aroused, and there was absolutely no way to hide her excitement.
“Mmm. Someone is excited,” he murmured as he hovered over her, his right hand coming to gently swat at her cheek. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she listened to his breath and the shift of his weight as one hand pressed against her hip, the other guiding his cockhead between her wanton pussy.
“It’s a lie!” she defiantly cried out, only to be taken by surprised as his cock plunged into the depths of her cunt, settling there for a moment as he seemed to enjoy the sensation. His other hand came to rest upon her hips and he pulled them back, feeling as she began to grind her own sex onto his manhood. Little moans escaped into the blankets as she buried her face into the bed. Slowly his cock pulled out, pausing before the head withdrew completely. It seemed as if a year went by before he thrusted back into her, her back arcing downward as her arms brought her shoulders up, head thrown back in a cry of ecstacy. He felt amazing to her, how thick his member pried her open. She enjoyed his cock immensely, and if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be where she was today.
“Fuuucck,” she hissed, pushing back against his hips as his met her ass in a loud smack. Their tempo increased, and with each hungry jolt of her body, she found herself quickly growing to orgasm. “Very good,” he grinned behind her, his voice heavy with lust and amusement. “That’s precisely…” his hips slammed into her, “…what…” and this time harder, his balls slapping against her swollen clitoris, “we are doing!” and again, with vigor as his body met hard with hers, the rounds of her ass jiggling with each carnal thrust.
She could only imagine his perspective to what he was witnessing, envisioning his cock moving in and out of her soaking wet cunt, coated in her thick juices. She imagined her own back, hips, and how delicious they must look being held by his hands and guided back into him with each pleasurable movement. It was then that she felt it coming, releasing as her body began to tremble and her orgasm took hold of her. “Oh, my, god!” she called out, her voice husky as her throat tightened and body wracked. Knuckles whitened as they grabbed tightly at the sheets, pulling desperately as if she were trying to escape.
He must have sensed that too, as his hands fell from her hips and his arms wrapped about her midsection, holding against her tight. She lifted up, back, arching herself into him as she rode backwards on his dick, feeling it keeping her full as he pumped himself in and out of her, using her as she used him. This is what they were good for; two friends able to take advantage of a situation without feelings of remorse or regret; two friends who thoroughly enjoyed one another’s bodies and techniques.
She reached back with her hands and dragged her nails across his thighs, feeling the muscles beneath taut and working as he moved his body against hers. They were still both standing, yet one of her legs lifted onto the bed to change the angle, and he grasped her more tightly as she fell forward into the mattress and bucked her hips hungrily, harder into him as he urged another climax from her core. Burying her face into blankets, she cried out again, eyes tightly clenched shut as he held himself against her, his own face finding her side as he grunted into her skin. Rolling her head back, she squealed, shifting, thrusting, fucking as hard as she could back onto his cock as she came, holding now her hands against his arms, her entire frame tense with desire, with passion, with release, and most obvious of all: with hunger. Pure, animalistic hunger.
And it was then that she felt his cock jerk within her tight, slick little cunt, and his body jolt in time with his thrusts. His breath caught in his chest, and she found herself coming around his cock, with him as he pushed her down onto the bed and climbed near atop her, dumping the thick, sticky jizz into her pulsating pussy. Her body reacted to his, her core clenching with each releasing jerk of his dick as he trembled atop her, his breaths coming ragged and hoarse until finally his body stilled, as well as hers.
With a wild grin, she let out a small chuckle and pushed up onto her elbows, relishing in the sensation of him on her, atop her, within her, spent and sated. He drew himself up and teased her shoulders with the prickles of his beard and the moisture of his breath, taunting her body with overwhelming sensation. She laughed, body dipping back down into the bed as she tried to escape him, but he had her pinned and she found herself coming again. Thankfully this one was much less violent and much more sweet than the last.
Finally, she managed after a moment’s catch of breath, “Welcome to the Marriott, I hope you enjoy your stay.”
The Graduate
I had teased him and coaxed him for nearly two years before coming up with this plan. I wasn’t sure if it would actually pan out, but it was always worth a shot.
“I have a present for you,” I mentioned one Tuesday afternoon while talking on the phone.
“Oh yeah? What sort of present?” he asked, his voice trying its best to hide the excitement that dwelled within.
“A graduation present, of course. Silly. After all, we have been friends since 2009, and I’ve watched you go to Hell and back again with school, and I thought you might appreciate a gift from me.”
The phone was silent for a moment on the other end. I practically strained to hear something, anything, my fingers tugging at the hem of my blouse as I sat there in the parking lot of the local Trader Joes. My seat was reclined back, and it was only just moments prior that I had spent myself; the interior of the car still reeked like the sweet musk of my pussy.
Finally he cleared his throat. “I’m not good with presents really… you don’t have to give me anything.”
“Too bad, Jack. You’re getting it whether you want to or not.”
“It’s not like I ever win arguing with you,” and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Alright, I’ll let you give me a present, but only this once. The thought actually makes me uneasy, but I’ll cave. JUST. THIS. ONCE.”
His voice was deep in my ear as he demanded on this one time, and I squealed, nodding to his words, despite the actions unseen. I couldn’t help but grin, either, and grin large. He is a turn on to me, and he knew it. After all, I had called him about twenty minutes prior, demanding that he listen to me as I got off in this parking lot.
So it was planned.
A week and a half later I sent him a text asking him his schedule. It was common for him to rarely reply, and when he did, he’d be busy doing this, or going there, or just not feeling well. I believed him; there was no doubt that he had a busy life, but sometimes I just wished he would make time for me. After all, this is a present of a lifetime!
Days went by.
Four days to be exact when he finally responded to my initial text! Four! And it stated: “I was at my friend’s farm. Where are you? What are you doing? Want to hang out tonight?”
I had things I needed to be doing, places I needed to go, errands I needed to run…but I had the feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight was the night, and if I didn’t take a chance with it, this would be the last opportunity I would get in a long while. Fingers quickly typed in a response, “Absolutely. The Loop?” The Loop is an area in the city I reside, where hipsters meet with gangstas, hippies mainstream with yuppies, and people could just be people. It was as good a place as any, and it was right in between where we lived.
“I’ll see you at 8, and I’ll text you when I get there,” was his reply. I didn’t say anything back, but spent the rest of my afternoon thinking, planning, plotting. I even tied a velvet bow on his small boxed present.
It seemed like the hours just dragged on and on after his last text. I was busy around the house, trying to keep things in order, and I would often pause, thinking about Jack’s present. I sure hope he would like it. I mean, he’s been raving at how obsessed he was with them long before I chose what to give him, so I don’t think he’ll complain, but still… there’s always that tinge of doubt when giving someone something that you think they’ll really really…love, and then they decide it wasn’t as spectacular a gift as they dreamt it would be. Thankfully there was only thirty minutes left before heading out of the house, and soon I would be finding out. I grabbed my keys, fluffed my hair and stepped onto the back porch of my house.
It was pouring.
Son of a bitch, I thought. Shrugging through the rain, I ran to my car and hopped in. Twenty minutes later, I rounded a corner in The Loop when my vibration notification informed me that he was there, and at SSDD. I found a spot to parallel park, tossed in a quarter at the meter, and jogged through the puddles of the pavement towards where he waited.
He stood there, under the awning, staring out at the busy street with the cars rolling by, flapping their wipers, their headlights shining through the raindrops as they fell from overhead. His hands were tucked in his jeans and his shoulders were raised as if he were shielding himself from the cooling air, even though it was still in the mid-80s out. He must have noticed me coming, for he turned to face me, his lips curving into a sideways grin.
“I didn’t think the weather was going to do this tonight,” he said, motioning to the rain that poured down around us. I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. “It’s really no big deal to me, Jack. I love the rain as it is, and it’s cooling down some. About time we got a break in the humidity!”
During our period of small talk, thunder rolled overhead. In the distance, lightning could be seen illuminating the entire twilight sky, announcing the storms in its own elegant way. Finally, I broke through the topic at hand and mentioned the present, “So, Jack – I have your gift, but this isn’t a good place for it. Besides, it needs to be unwrapped, and perhaps it’s best we take it someplace else. I know how easily you embarrass, and I wouldn’t want you blushing in front of others now!”
Jack’s eyebrow raised, but for once he complied without even much of a second guess.
I led him around the corner of the record store down a side street. Cars were parked and forgotten as their owners surely sought shelter from the storm inside one of the buildings, not daring to escape into the weather just yet. Meanwhile, I was allowing myself, and obviously Jack, to get soaking wet as the storm gathered closer overhead. Thunder banged loudly, and I found myself giggling. After a brief and wordless walk, I settled down in the rain on a brick retainer wall and pulled out the box I had so neatly wrapped with velvet ribbon.
“Sit!” I demanded, patting the cement beside me. “It’s only water! You’ll dry. Just sit, Jack.” And amazingly enough, he complied! Who knew it would be so easy tonight.
“This is insanity, you know,” he said frankly. I could only find myself agreeing. I glanced around where we were and found only the empty shells of cars, two distant street lamps in opposite directions glaring their yellow light onto the alley below but neglecting where we sat, and a dumpster a few feet away. Jack sat beside me and placed his hands on his thighs, looking around. “Why can’t you be normal and just give me a present in say, the Martini bar, or like, oh, my car may—“ Thunder roared overhead, growling through the clouds, his words cut short from his throat. Both of us looked upwards, then to each other.
I couldn’t help but smile as I held out the box. “Oh just shut up and open this…”
It was a small box, like one you would find at a jeweler’s as you’re picking out the next set of earrings you wish to bring home to your wife. He took the box in his hands, the rain pelting the cardboard, echoing the sound in the deserted alley. Lightning crackled as it ripped through the sky, illuminating his hands as they gently pulled back the ribbon. He looked at me, watching me peculiarly as he began to unravel it.
Meanwhile, my hair was matted to my face, and I scooped it back with my hands and tossed it sloppily over my shoulder. My face was drenched, as were my clothes. If it were ten degrees cooler that night, rather than 85, I would have been freezing. Anyway, I stared at his fingers, again another crack of lightning followed by a loud, angry burst of thunder, and he took off the lid.
There was nothing inside!
“Oh my god,” I said. “That is SO embarrassing!” I hung my head in shame, frowning as I stared down at my hands, wringing the fingers.
“It’s marvelous, you know,” he said, letting out a laugh. “You dragged me out in the middle of a storm to give me nothing!” He even turned the box upside down to shake out the invisible contents.
“Now, now, Jack. This isn’t funny. I’m so embarrassed.” My hands tucked into my pockets as I turned my back to him. I stared out at the empty cars, eyes darting around as I studied the alleyway. Still no movement, and the rain was only coming down harder. A moment later and I turned to look back at him, a look of revelation present upon my face.
“Oh wait!” I moved my right hand in my pocket for him to notice. “I *do* have it!” And I let out a squeal of delight. “Oh man, just when I thought I was in trouble!” I laughed and took a step towards him. “Okay, since it’s not in the box because I forgot to put it in there, you have to close your eyes and pretend that you’re unwrapping it all over again, and pretend to be shocked, too. Okay!?”
“Get with it, woman!” he chuckled, his eyes closing. He was a sight to me that night, the weather taking it’s wrath upon us, abusing us with a storm overhead.
“Okay,” I smiled, watching as he kept his eyes closed. In that very instant, I took another step forward. “Hold out both hands, and cup them side by side…” and he did, obeying very well. I grinned. Another step forward, and just as lightning struck the air, my left hand shot forth and grabbed at his wrists, securing them in my fingers. I continued to watch his face, and for a second, his eyes startled open. “I didn’t say to open your eyes!” I barked, and he quickly closed them.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
And it was another matter of seconds, perhaps split, that my right hand deftly found the button of his pants, unfastened, and quickly maneuvered the zipper down. And in another flurry of seconds, I found myself bent forward, my hot little mouth quickly seeking his member before he knew what in the hell was going on. I then let go of his wrists.
“Oh my god,” he rumbled deep in his chest as my tongue flattened on the underside of his cock, my mouth forcing him inwards, suckling as I began to feel it thicken, to harden from the sensation. “Oh you sneaky little slut. You little trollop.”
Jack and I had a history of dirty name calling, and it only made me suck him all the harder.
I shot down to my knees, caring not that I was resting half in a puddle. I stared up at his face, the rain pattering against my brow, my eyes, my nose, his cock in my mouth. Moaning, my fingers searched and pried away pants only to cup beneath his swollen balls. My god, I thought. I can’t believe I am finally doing this.
He had shifted himself to half lean, half sit on the perch. His hands were holding up at his sides, and his hips were lazily rolling as my lips slunk to the base of his dick, tongue flicking upward along the shaft as my other hand pressed against his stomach. It didn’t take long for that delicious piece of man meat to harden fully, and it didn’t take long to notice that this was 8 inches of pure heaven, and it was pressed firmly to the back of my throat. Forcing my throat to constrict, I swallowed against his cockhead, fighting against the gag reflex. My eyes sought his, and as he looked down at me, I withdrew three-quarters of his prick and wrapped my hand around the base.
With years of practice and having acquired a love for cock-sucking, my little fist rotated gently along the length of him, leading then following this sultry little mouth of mine. Lips pursed and I trailed along the side, suckling as I fist-pumped his cock, pausing only to draw in one of his testicles against my tongue. When I stole another glance up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was elsewhere in his mind; perhaps even in time. Meanwhile, the storm, while lessening, still grumbled its angry thunder and flashed its threatening lightning. But I’ll tell you now…I wasn’t going anywhere.
I shifted onto one knee as I sat back on a heel, watching as my hand moved up and down the thickness of his cock. “This is a textbook perfect penis,” I grinned, breaking his reverie. He looked down at me and smiled, his face suggesting a state of bliss. With a nod, his hand raised and found the back of my head, coaxing my face back down on his member. I complied, and it was only a matter of seconds that I was bobbing up and down along that dick, tasting the precum that already seeped through the slit of his head. I groaned deeply against the flesh, my other hand still massaging his testicles. I daringly pressed the pad of my middle finger against his taint, applying gentle pressure as I took his length all the way into the back of my throat, feeling him tickle my uvula. Working to ‘clear my throat’, I growled against his tip and pulled half back out, then fell back down upon it, lips encircling the very base, tongue pressing more firmly against the vein that pulsed with life and excitement.
And at this point, I even heard him gasp.
That was plenty enough to rile me up further. Despite the fact that my clothes were drenched, I could feel the heated stir between my legs, and just how wet my pussy was getting. Releasing his balls, I reached down and slipped that hand into the waistband of my pants, and further in to rest between my swelling pussy lips. I moaned again on his dick, pulling back to where just his cockhead balanced precariously on my tongue. I looked up at him again, one hand wrapped about his cock, the other skillfully working the stiffened bud of my clitoris. Whimpering, I watched as he grinned and I looked away, rolling my hips harder into my hand. My mouth caught once more the fullness of his head and swallowed down, feeling it press hard against the back of my throat, eliciting a hearty gag, followed by a thick stream of spit as I threw my head back from him. I looked back up, cock still poised in my fist and grinned, only to throw my face back down on it, pushing further to again be taunted by my reflex. The spit was heavy, and it coated the shaft deliciously for my hand to pump in time with my mouth. I encircled his head with my tongue, roughly sucking and loudly slurping as I worked him into frenzy. I am such a messy little cocksucker!
My own cunt was crying out, deliciously tortured by my trained fingers. I was close to my own orgasm, but I wasn’t going to cum until he did.
I shifted again, maintaining my hungry fingers against my sodden pussy and watched up at his face, my eyes locked on his own gaze as I grinned with his cock spreading my pretty, pretty lips. His own mouth was drawn back in a snarl, and his eyes were heavy with lust and need, need and greed. I could sense it, I could feel that soon he would spurt and my wanton mouth was there to catch it.
I quickened the pace of both my mouth and my hands. My throat released deep, lustful moans against his shaft as I sucked him hard, pumping with the other hand that deftly rotated around the base, milking against it, coaxing it to cum. I was building, and building fast!
And just overhead, thunder roared through the horizon, chased by lightning as the sky lit up for a period of five seconds! It was then that his head threw back and his body tensed. It was then that my fingers sped on my cunt, working it into a fury, building, higher, higher… and god!
Into the back of my throat he shot, the sticky thick jizz blasting into my mouth. I buried my face to the hilt, ignoring the threat of any gags, and I swallowed every last drop of cum his delicious cock had to offer. My hand squeezed along the length of his dick, drawing out the very last of his essence, while my own body jerked in unison, my cunt dripping with her own delicious juices. My heart was pounding in my chest, in my head – it was all I could hear outside of the rain and the storm passing now overhead.
As his cock jerked the last bit of semen out, I pulled off, retrieved my hands and licked my fingers clean. Nothing like the taste of my own delicious pussy mixed with the tart saltiness of his desired cum. I grinned wide and brought myself into standing.
In the distance, thunder rolled again.
“The box was a ploy,” I managed, watching him as he sat there staring at me, unable to say anything. I grinned wider. “It was all a part of my ruse, and you fell for it.”
The rain was slowly letting up now, the sky parting clouds to show the darkness of the night overhead. People began to emerge once more from their sheltered existence and made way to their cars. Laughter could be heard a block down, and the traffic on the other side of the buildings could be faintly made out. I stood there watching him, fingers still tucked in my mouth. I grinned, casting a sideglance away as he finally managed his own smile. He nodded.
“Happy graduation, Jack,” I muttered, dropping my hands to my side. “It was the best thing I could think of for the graduate.”
And I left him there, spent, used, abused in a sense, all for my own satisfaction. I said no more, and I walked away, shaking off the rain and pulling out my keys. With a quick turn of my head, I could see him still leaning against the retaining wall, his belt and pants still undone but at least pulled up and somewhat decent. He still had a sloppy grin present, and he watched me walk away.
I know he’ll always remember that night.
I know I can’t shake it.
“I have a present for you,” I mentioned one Tuesday afternoon while talking on the phone.
“Oh yeah? What sort of present?” he asked, his voice trying its best to hide the excitement that dwelled within.
“A graduation present, of course. Silly. After all, we have been friends since 2009, and I’ve watched you go to Hell and back again with school, and I thought you might appreciate a gift from me.”
The phone was silent for a moment on the other end. I practically strained to hear something, anything, my fingers tugging at the hem of my blouse as I sat there in the parking lot of the local Trader Joes. My seat was reclined back, and it was only just moments prior that I had spent myself; the interior of the car still reeked like the sweet musk of my pussy.
Finally he cleared his throat. “I’m not good with presents really… you don’t have to give me anything.”
“Too bad, Jack. You’re getting it whether you want to or not.”
“It’s not like I ever win arguing with you,” and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Alright, I’ll let you give me a present, but only this once. The thought actually makes me uneasy, but I’ll cave. JUST. THIS. ONCE.”
His voice was deep in my ear as he demanded on this one time, and I squealed, nodding to his words, despite the actions unseen. I couldn’t help but grin, either, and grin large. He is a turn on to me, and he knew it. After all, I had called him about twenty minutes prior, demanding that he listen to me as I got off in this parking lot.
So it was planned.
A week and a half later I sent him a text asking him his schedule. It was common for him to rarely reply, and when he did, he’d be busy doing this, or going there, or just not feeling well. I believed him; there was no doubt that he had a busy life, but sometimes I just wished he would make time for me. After all, this is a present of a lifetime!
Days went by.
Four days to be exact when he finally responded to my initial text! Four! And it stated: “I was at my friend’s farm. Where are you? What are you doing? Want to hang out tonight?”
I had things I needed to be doing, places I needed to go, errands I needed to run…but I had the feeling in the pit of my stomach that tonight was the night, and if I didn’t take a chance with it, this would be the last opportunity I would get in a long while. Fingers quickly typed in a response, “Absolutely. The Loop?” The Loop is an area in the city I reside, where hipsters meet with gangstas, hippies mainstream with yuppies, and people could just be people. It was as good a place as any, and it was right in between where we lived.
“I’ll see you at 8, and I’ll text you when I get there,” was his reply. I didn’t say anything back, but spent the rest of my afternoon thinking, planning, plotting. I even tied a velvet bow on his small boxed present.
It seemed like the hours just dragged on and on after his last text. I was busy around the house, trying to keep things in order, and I would often pause, thinking about Jack’s present. I sure hope he would like it. I mean, he’s been raving at how obsessed he was with them long before I chose what to give him, so I don’t think he’ll complain, but still… there’s always that tinge of doubt when giving someone something that you think they’ll really really…love, and then they decide it wasn’t as spectacular a gift as they dreamt it would be. Thankfully there was only thirty minutes left before heading out of the house, and soon I would be finding out. I grabbed my keys, fluffed my hair and stepped onto the back porch of my house.
It was pouring.
Son of a bitch, I thought. Shrugging through the rain, I ran to my car and hopped in. Twenty minutes later, I rounded a corner in The Loop when my vibration notification informed me that he was there, and at SSDD. I found a spot to parallel park, tossed in a quarter at the meter, and jogged through the puddles of the pavement towards where he waited.
He stood there, under the awning, staring out at the busy street with the cars rolling by, flapping their wipers, their headlights shining through the raindrops as they fell from overhead. His hands were tucked in his jeans and his shoulders were raised as if he were shielding himself from the cooling air, even though it was still in the mid-80s out. He must have noticed me coming, for he turned to face me, his lips curving into a sideways grin.
“I didn’t think the weather was going to do this tonight,” he said, motioning to the rain that poured down around us. I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. “It’s really no big deal to me, Jack. I love the rain as it is, and it’s cooling down some. About time we got a break in the humidity!”
During our period of small talk, thunder rolled overhead. In the distance, lightning could be seen illuminating the entire twilight sky, announcing the storms in its own elegant way. Finally, I broke through the topic at hand and mentioned the present, “So, Jack – I have your gift, but this isn’t a good place for it. Besides, it needs to be unwrapped, and perhaps it’s best we take it someplace else. I know how easily you embarrass, and I wouldn’t want you blushing in front of others now!”
Jack’s eyebrow raised, but for once he complied without even much of a second guess.
I led him around the corner of the record store down a side street. Cars were parked and forgotten as their owners surely sought shelter from the storm inside one of the buildings, not daring to escape into the weather just yet. Meanwhile, I was allowing myself, and obviously Jack, to get soaking wet as the storm gathered closer overhead. Thunder banged loudly, and I found myself giggling. After a brief and wordless walk, I settled down in the rain on a brick retainer wall and pulled out the box I had so neatly wrapped with velvet ribbon.
“Sit!” I demanded, patting the cement beside me. “It’s only water! You’ll dry. Just sit, Jack.” And amazingly enough, he complied! Who knew it would be so easy tonight.
“This is insanity, you know,” he said frankly. I could only find myself agreeing. I glanced around where we were and found only the empty shells of cars, two distant street lamps in opposite directions glaring their yellow light onto the alley below but neglecting where we sat, and a dumpster a few feet away. Jack sat beside me and placed his hands on his thighs, looking around. “Why can’t you be normal and just give me a present in say, the Martini bar, or like, oh, my car may—“ Thunder roared overhead, growling through the clouds, his words cut short from his throat. Both of us looked upwards, then to each other.
I couldn’t help but smile as I held out the box. “Oh just shut up and open this…”
It was a small box, like one you would find at a jeweler’s as you’re picking out the next set of earrings you wish to bring home to your wife. He took the box in his hands, the rain pelting the cardboard, echoing the sound in the deserted alley. Lightning crackled as it ripped through the sky, illuminating his hands as they gently pulled back the ribbon. He looked at me, watching me peculiarly as he began to unravel it.
Meanwhile, my hair was matted to my face, and I scooped it back with my hands and tossed it sloppily over my shoulder. My face was drenched, as were my clothes. If it were ten degrees cooler that night, rather than 85, I would have been freezing. Anyway, I stared at his fingers, again another crack of lightning followed by a loud, angry burst of thunder, and he took off the lid.
There was nothing inside!
“Oh my god,” I said. “That is SO embarrassing!” I hung my head in shame, frowning as I stared down at my hands, wringing the fingers.
“It’s marvelous, you know,” he said, letting out a laugh. “You dragged me out in the middle of a storm to give me nothing!” He even turned the box upside down to shake out the invisible contents.
“Now, now, Jack. This isn’t funny. I’m so embarrassed.” My hands tucked into my pockets as I turned my back to him. I stared out at the empty cars, eyes darting around as I studied the alleyway. Still no movement, and the rain was only coming down harder. A moment later and I turned to look back at him, a look of revelation present upon my face.
“Oh wait!” I moved my right hand in my pocket for him to notice. “I *do* have it!” And I let out a squeal of delight. “Oh man, just when I thought I was in trouble!” I laughed and took a step towards him. “Okay, since it’s not in the box because I forgot to put it in there, you have to close your eyes and pretend that you’re unwrapping it all over again, and pretend to be shocked, too. Okay!?”
“Get with it, woman!” he chuckled, his eyes closing. He was a sight to me that night, the weather taking it’s wrath upon us, abusing us with a storm overhead.
“Okay,” I smiled, watching as he kept his eyes closed. In that very instant, I took another step forward. “Hold out both hands, and cup them side by side…” and he did, obeying very well. I grinned. Another step forward, and just as lightning struck the air, my left hand shot forth and grabbed at his wrists, securing them in my fingers. I continued to watch his face, and for a second, his eyes startled open. “I didn’t say to open your eyes!” I barked, and he quickly closed them.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
And it was another matter of seconds, perhaps split, that my right hand deftly found the button of his pants, unfastened, and quickly maneuvered the zipper down. And in another flurry of seconds, I found myself bent forward, my hot little mouth quickly seeking his member before he knew what in the hell was going on. I then let go of his wrists.
“Oh my god,” he rumbled deep in his chest as my tongue flattened on the underside of his cock, my mouth forcing him inwards, suckling as I began to feel it thicken, to harden from the sensation. “Oh you sneaky little slut. You little trollop.”
Jack and I had a history of dirty name calling, and it only made me suck him all the harder.
I shot down to my knees, caring not that I was resting half in a puddle. I stared up at his face, the rain pattering against my brow, my eyes, my nose, his cock in my mouth. Moaning, my fingers searched and pried away pants only to cup beneath his swollen balls. My god, I thought. I can’t believe I am finally doing this.
He had shifted himself to half lean, half sit on the perch. His hands were holding up at his sides, and his hips were lazily rolling as my lips slunk to the base of his dick, tongue flicking upward along the shaft as my other hand pressed against his stomach. It didn’t take long for that delicious piece of man meat to harden fully, and it didn’t take long to notice that this was 8 inches of pure heaven, and it was pressed firmly to the back of my throat. Forcing my throat to constrict, I swallowed against his cockhead, fighting against the gag reflex. My eyes sought his, and as he looked down at me, I withdrew three-quarters of his prick and wrapped my hand around the base.
With years of practice and having acquired a love for cock-sucking, my little fist rotated gently along the length of him, leading then following this sultry little mouth of mine. Lips pursed and I trailed along the side, suckling as I fist-pumped his cock, pausing only to draw in one of his testicles against my tongue. When I stole another glance up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, and he was elsewhere in his mind; perhaps even in time. Meanwhile, the storm, while lessening, still grumbled its angry thunder and flashed its threatening lightning. But I’ll tell you now…I wasn’t going anywhere.
I shifted onto one knee as I sat back on a heel, watching as my hand moved up and down the thickness of his cock. “This is a textbook perfect penis,” I grinned, breaking his reverie. He looked down at me and smiled, his face suggesting a state of bliss. With a nod, his hand raised and found the back of my head, coaxing my face back down on his member. I complied, and it was only a matter of seconds that I was bobbing up and down along that dick, tasting the precum that already seeped through the slit of his head. I groaned deeply against the flesh, my other hand still massaging his testicles. I daringly pressed the pad of my middle finger against his taint, applying gentle pressure as I took his length all the way into the back of my throat, feeling him tickle my uvula. Working to ‘clear my throat’, I growled against his tip and pulled half back out, then fell back down upon it, lips encircling the very base, tongue pressing more firmly against the vein that pulsed with life and excitement.
And at this point, I even heard him gasp.
That was plenty enough to rile me up further. Despite the fact that my clothes were drenched, I could feel the heated stir between my legs, and just how wet my pussy was getting. Releasing his balls, I reached down and slipped that hand into the waistband of my pants, and further in to rest between my swelling pussy lips. I moaned again on his dick, pulling back to where just his cockhead balanced precariously on my tongue. I looked up at him again, one hand wrapped about his cock, the other skillfully working the stiffened bud of my clitoris. Whimpering, I watched as he grinned and I looked away, rolling my hips harder into my hand. My mouth caught once more the fullness of his head and swallowed down, feeling it press hard against the back of my throat, eliciting a hearty gag, followed by a thick stream of spit as I threw my head back from him. I looked back up, cock still poised in my fist and grinned, only to throw my face back down on it, pushing further to again be taunted by my reflex. The spit was heavy, and it coated the shaft deliciously for my hand to pump in time with my mouth. I encircled his head with my tongue, roughly sucking and loudly slurping as I worked him into frenzy. I am such a messy little cocksucker!
My own cunt was crying out, deliciously tortured by my trained fingers. I was close to my own orgasm, but I wasn’t going to cum until he did.
I shifted again, maintaining my hungry fingers against my sodden pussy and watched up at his face, my eyes locked on his own gaze as I grinned with his cock spreading my pretty, pretty lips. His own mouth was drawn back in a snarl, and his eyes were heavy with lust and need, need and greed. I could sense it, I could feel that soon he would spurt and my wanton mouth was there to catch it.
I quickened the pace of both my mouth and my hands. My throat released deep, lustful moans against his shaft as I sucked him hard, pumping with the other hand that deftly rotated around the base, milking against it, coaxing it to cum. I was building, and building fast!
And just overhead, thunder roared through the horizon, chased by lightning as the sky lit up for a period of five seconds! It was then that his head threw back and his body tensed. It was then that my fingers sped on my cunt, working it into a fury, building, higher, higher… and god!
Into the back of my throat he shot, the sticky thick jizz blasting into my mouth. I buried my face to the hilt, ignoring the threat of any gags, and I swallowed every last drop of cum his delicious cock had to offer. My hand squeezed along the length of his dick, drawing out the very last of his essence, while my own body jerked in unison, my cunt dripping with her own delicious juices. My heart was pounding in my chest, in my head – it was all I could hear outside of the rain and the storm passing now overhead.
As his cock jerked the last bit of semen out, I pulled off, retrieved my hands and licked my fingers clean. Nothing like the taste of my own delicious pussy mixed with the tart saltiness of his desired cum. I grinned wide and brought myself into standing.
In the distance, thunder rolled again.
“The box was a ploy,” I managed, watching him as he sat there staring at me, unable to say anything. I grinned wider. “It was all a part of my ruse, and you fell for it.”
The rain was slowly letting up now, the sky parting clouds to show the darkness of the night overhead. People began to emerge once more from their sheltered existence and made way to their cars. Laughter could be heard a block down, and the traffic on the other side of the buildings could be faintly made out. I stood there watching him, fingers still tucked in my mouth. I grinned, casting a sideglance away as he finally managed his own smile. He nodded.
“Happy graduation, Jack,” I muttered, dropping my hands to my side. “It was the best thing I could think of for the graduate.”
And I left him there, spent, used, abused in a sense, all for my own satisfaction. I said no more, and I walked away, shaking off the rain and pulling out my keys. With a quick turn of my head, I could see him still leaning against the retaining wall, his belt and pants still undone but at least pulled up and somewhat decent. He still had a sloppy grin present, and he watched me walk away.
I know he’ll always remember that night.
I know I can’t shake it.
The Firehouse
With the engines gone, it was easy to move about freely through the rustic firehouse on Fifth and Reginald. Composed of brick, the building kept much of its very character it acquired from the 1800s when it was built. Love and skillful hands went into the brickwork and intricacies of the building’s composition. It even had it’s original pole that disappeared into a second floor, a loft perhaps, but I couldn’t quite tell which. With a bit of curiosity driving me, however, I meandered through the open lot where the two main engines were parked regularly, and headed quietly up the stairs.
I have always wanted to see what this place looked like inside, but never had the courage to ask a fireman for a tour. So here I am, the sirens still fresh in the background, moving east and away from the station, and I’m climbing stairs. I wonder how many people have worked here through the years, how many lives lost in fighting battles for other people’s possessions. It takes a true person to save other people’s shit from destruction.
As I reached the second floor, my eyes wandered the open space. Couches, a pool table, a television — flat screen and propped on the wall, a table with chairs and a small kitchenette. To me, it was just like they show in the movies. I paused, listening, and there were still no sounds. I grew confident in believing I was alone, and meandered towards the pole.
Peering down onto the floor below, I grinned to myself. How can one not wonder what it’s like to get that call, adrenaline rushing, sliding with the squealing of skin on metal as they rush to a truck, donning equipment? I wondered how many burly hands, how many strong fingers gripped this and stroked all the way til their feet hit the floor. With a grin, I wrapped my fingers about the cool metal and pressed myself against it, letting out a soft exhale as I did. In my mind’s eye, the vision of a strong body swirls down to ground, and I couldn’t help but find myself growing aroused.
Again, I paused, listening. I looked around the second story from where I stood, listened for footsteps or voices from the floor below, and I still remained confident I was alone, in this large building, with my imagination. So what did I decide to do next, you may wonder? Enough to get me arrested for sure!
I held to the pole and slid to a sitting position, keeping my legs from dangling through the hatch, afraid someone below would see me if they came in to the station. It was a good thing I decided to wear a summer dress that day, for it made what I was about to do next much easier, much more exciting. Already I could feel the dampness growing between my thighs, the heat building in my core as I drew fingers along the pole, then up from my knees to the insides of my legs. With a catch of breath, deft fingertips found a swelling bud through the fabric, teasing it gingerly.
Who knew the smells and created images in my brain would turn me on so much?
I hooked one leg around the cold metal, gasping at the contrast of hot skin against the cool pole. A grin creased my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Tugging aside the scant cloth of my panties, my fingers found my clit, circling it, teasing it, drawing out more arousal as I could certainly feel how wet I had become. At first it began slowly, but the fact was, I was in a public building, doing naughty things where anyone could find me. And with that thought, two fingers parted swollen lips and penetrated as deep into my cunt as I could possibly press, devouring the digit far past the knuckles and holding tight at the base. A small squeal escaped parted lips as my breaths increased, my breasts rising and falling as I worked those trained hands on my body. I pulled myself closer to the pole, my ass just hanging slightly over the opening that led to below, and pressed my hands into the metal, grinding this feverish pussy with fervor.
It didn’t take long for my world to turn white. Lost in a flurry of thought, I cried out, muffled by pursed lips as my breath drew out in long, heated exhales. I threw my head back, eyes closed as I stared into oblivion behind the darkness of my eyelids. The juices from my pussy coated those fingers, slickening them with the heat of the moment.
Grinning, I caught my breath and still with my head held back, I opened my eyes.
“Can I help you?” a voice questioned, directly above me.
I thought I was going to fall through the opening, to travel down that pole on my own in shock. But just as I felt my body begin to freefall, his hand reached out and snagged at my elbow, the other at behind the crook of my knee, and drew me back onto the floor, away from the hatch. I was mortified, beet-red even as I scrambled to my knees, head bent as I stared at the floor.
“Oh god, oh please don’t arrest me. I’ll leave. I didn’t think anyone was here!” I pleaded my case, embarrassed by being caught.
“On the contrary. What you seemed to have failed to notice was me laying on that bed back there, behind those curtains. I saw you come up, and I watched you. I’m impressed you have the courage to sneak through here and play with yourself.” His finger lifted my chin for me to look him in the face. He was squatting, and through the work-pants, I could easily see his own arousal. When I finally looked him in the eye, he was grinning. His eyes were lit with a sense of playfulness, and his lips were pursed in a mischievious smirk. It was only a matter of moments where his finger moved from my chin to find its way and wind itself with the rest of his hand through my hair. He tugged gently, bringing me upright as he stood. But he kept me on my knees.
Staring now at the rather obvious bulge of his pants, he began to unbuckle his belt. “Well, well, well. Are you hungry for this, as well?” and without waiting for an answer, the swollen tip of his cockhead sprung forth, bobbling just before my line of sight. My breath caught in my mouth and I looked up at him.
“You’re a pretty little thing. I bet you have a fantasy of being fucked here, don’t you?” and he was right. I mean, it wasn’t as full-blown as it was now, for this man was every fitted stereotype of that sexy, calendar-worthy firefighter. I could see the swell of his muscles beneath the black t-shirt, and I could see, especially now, the muscular stature of his legs and stomach. And his cock was of notable size and thickness. But yet I still couldn’t answer.
“Aww, don’t tell me you’ve run shy now…” he chuckled, pulling my head back to look upwards at him, staring at his face with his cock poised just before my mouth. “Do you want to take it?” he asked. “Answer me.”
And I did. Rather, my mouth did, but it formed no words. Instead, staring up at his face I caught the tip of of his dick between my lips and sucked inwards, feeling as first the head teased my tongue, but then moaning as the length of his thick cock traveled to press against the back of my throat. My god, he smelled and tasted great! Never taking my eyes from his face, I watched as his own rolled into the back of his head as I found my chin pressing against the swell of his balls. I groaned against his shaft as my mouth began to fuck along the length of it. It didn’t help that his fingers intertwined in my hair egged my expertise on.
“God, you’re good,” be managed after a few minutes of me spending time milking that cock with these lips. I pulled back, winked and nodded. “I’ve never had any complaints,” I returned. His fingers released my hair and next thing I knew, I was standing there, in front of him, as his cock bobbed and twitched, wanting more than what I was offering. I looked down at it, cupping his sac in my hands, fingers toying gently just beneath them as he found my eyes again with his. Leaning forward, his mouth found mine and we were kissing, tongues playing, wrestling in the moment of lust. Murmuring against my breath he barely managed a ‘Turn around..’ as his hands quickly guided my hips, my body not resisting his demand as I found myself facing the pole and the exit below.
His face buried into the crook of my neck, tongue tracing the flesh as he felt beneath my dress, tugging aside the panties. “You’re fucking soaked, you pretty little slut,” he growled, his hand rising only to fall with an audible slap against the skin of my ass. I cried out, hands falling forward to brace against the pole, keeping myself from falling below. My hips rolled, taunting his cock as he moved the head of it between my sodden lips. I really was soaked, and it was only one thrust that sent him deep, buried into my cunt and nestled against my cervix.
“Oh fuck yes!” I bit into my bottom lip, for fear of being found out. Now it wasn’t just about me, but about this sexy creature in which was claiming me there, in my very own fantasy. How lucky can a woman get?
He remain poised there for a moment, bracing his muscular frame against my backside, his hands wrapping about my midsection to draw my body back against him before finally beginning slow, delicious strokes in and out of my core. I couldn’t help but whimper as I rested back, rolling my hips into him as we stood there fucking over the fireman’s hole, with me holding onto the pole.
“You cannot begin to understand just how good you feel,” he whispered against my ear before taking it between his teeth, biting playfully as his fingers found beneath the dress and teased against my nipples. I retorted with “You have no idea how good you feel, Sir,” and with that, his body began to pump a bit faster, causing my knuckles to whiten as they gripped dearly to the metal before me. A low moan slipped through my teeth, my breath caught in my chest. Oh yes, he felt very good there, fucking me in this fire station, not another soul to be found.
“Now hold on tight,” he grinned, and I caught the grin out of the corner of my eye as I changed a glance back behind us, staring as best I could at his physique. I obeyed quickly, and just as he saw my hands holding for dear life, he lifted me upwards, parting my legs and driving with a fury into the depth of my cunt. “Oh my god!” I cried loudly, and he returned the words with a primal grunt. My toes barely touched the floor, and I was balanced precariously as it were. The sounds of our skin echoed loudly as he slapped his pelvis against my ass, his balls slamming against my clit. It was enough to drive me overboard, and with this sensation, I bucked back wildly into him with my own animalistic fury. “That’s right! Fuck. Me,” I snarled, my pussy tightening as the climax began to take hold of my body. Seconds past, and soon his cock and balls were coated with thick juices from a powerful orgasm that rocked my frame, shoulders trembling as fingers fought to hold on. He didn’t let up, though, and continued thrusting deeply, exquisitely into me. I don’t think I have ever fucked this raw and delicious in my life!
“Take it, you little slut; take it!” he barked as I could feel the muscles in his legs tighten, how his fingers pinched and tugged at my nipples, how his mouth found my neck and settled there, teeth grazing as he sucked at the skin. The sounds coming from my throat were driven by carnal desires, and my body matched his speed. I grinded back into his cock, feeling with every slam into me the bounce of my tits and the breath near knocked from my lungs. His breath sped, his moans now turning into low growls as I stole another look back at his face. I could see the tendons visibly tense in his neck, and the vein of his forehead bulging as he took me, owned me at that fire pole. God, this man was sexy!
“Yeeeaaaahhh,” he drawled, pulling me from the pole and closing in on me tightly. His hand dropped down between my legs as his fingers deftly found the swollen nub of my clit. I whimpered as I watched him play, feeling him burying himself as deep as he could into the slick wetness. “Oh my god,” I whined, “Oh my fucking god,” and he felt it too. My legs quivered, my body began to shake, and his fingers quickened the pace, flicking and circling with fervor as he drove me into another orgasm. “Yes, yes yes!” I cried, “Don’t stop!” and he didn’t. In fact, he pushed on so hard that we dropped to our knees, his hands settling onto my ass as he pounded harder, deeper than we achieved when standing. Finally, with a loud yell he tensed, his entire body freezing with a final thrust against me, nails dragging from my shoulders down to the small of my back, and he came. I could feel the sticky release of his jizz as it met with my own release, soaking his cock and balls as it seeped from my center. His body jerked along with his cock and he pulled back and thrusted one last time into me, the last of his seed spurting against my cervix.
And with heated breaths, he dropped his frame atop me and curled himself around me. Tender kisses met my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my spine. I shuddered and let out the smallest mewls at the sensation, and then he pulled out. Just as he did, the sounds of a truck was heard nearing, and the garage door was beginning to open. Scrambling, he pulled out of me, leaving a sticky trail of cum dribbling from my pussy lips to the floor, and my thighs. I sat back, drew my dress down and quickly came to stand. Thank god my panties remained, and I just moved them into place, catching the aftermath of our sex.
Adjusting my hair, I watched as this man scrambled with adjusting his belt, sliding the leather into the rung. He looked at me and winked, motioning to the pole. “Be my guest,” he said, and with a whirl, I slid quickly to ground, the fireman following. Three men came walking into the building after that, and the man that just moments ago spent himself inside me shook my hand.
“I hope you enjoyed the tour of the firehouse, miss. Perhaps we’ll see you again,” and he grinned as the blush rose on my cheeks.
“Yes, of course,” I managed weakly and turned, quickly making my way out into the open. Holy shit, what a rush, I thought. As I moved down the street, I saw both engines return, backing into their spots. I grinned to myself and did a little skip-step. Walking backwards, I stared at the beautiful architecture that grew smaller in the distance, knowing just a few minutes before, I had the best hose in that house.
I have always wanted to see what this place looked like inside, but never had the courage to ask a fireman for a tour. So here I am, the sirens still fresh in the background, moving east and away from the station, and I’m climbing stairs. I wonder how many people have worked here through the years, how many lives lost in fighting battles for other people’s possessions. It takes a true person to save other people’s shit from destruction.
As I reached the second floor, my eyes wandered the open space. Couches, a pool table, a television — flat screen and propped on the wall, a table with chairs and a small kitchenette. To me, it was just like they show in the movies. I paused, listening, and there were still no sounds. I grew confident in believing I was alone, and meandered towards the pole.
Peering down onto the floor below, I grinned to myself. How can one not wonder what it’s like to get that call, adrenaline rushing, sliding with the squealing of skin on metal as they rush to a truck, donning equipment? I wondered how many burly hands, how many strong fingers gripped this and stroked all the way til their feet hit the floor. With a grin, I wrapped my fingers about the cool metal and pressed myself against it, letting out a soft exhale as I did. In my mind’s eye, the vision of a strong body swirls down to ground, and I couldn’t help but find myself growing aroused.
Again, I paused, listening. I looked around the second story from where I stood, listened for footsteps or voices from the floor below, and I still remained confident I was alone, in this large building, with my imagination. So what did I decide to do next, you may wonder? Enough to get me arrested for sure!
I held to the pole and slid to a sitting position, keeping my legs from dangling through the hatch, afraid someone below would see me if they came in to the station. It was a good thing I decided to wear a summer dress that day, for it made what I was about to do next much easier, much more exciting. Already I could feel the dampness growing between my thighs, the heat building in my core as I drew fingers along the pole, then up from my knees to the insides of my legs. With a catch of breath, deft fingertips found a swelling bud through the fabric, teasing it gingerly.
Who knew the smells and created images in my brain would turn me on so much?
I hooked one leg around the cold metal, gasping at the contrast of hot skin against the cool pole. A grin creased my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. Tugging aside the scant cloth of my panties, my fingers found my clit, circling it, teasing it, drawing out more arousal as I could certainly feel how wet I had become. At first it began slowly, but the fact was, I was in a public building, doing naughty things where anyone could find me. And with that thought, two fingers parted swollen lips and penetrated as deep into my cunt as I could possibly press, devouring the digit far past the knuckles and holding tight at the base. A small squeal escaped parted lips as my breaths increased, my breasts rising and falling as I worked those trained hands on my body. I pulled myself closer to the pole, my ass just hanging slightly over the opening that led to below, and pressed my hands into the metal, grinding this feverish pussy with fervor.
It didn’t take long for my world to turn white. Lost in a flurry of thought, I cried out, muffled by pursed lips as my breath drew out in long, heated exhales. I threw my head back, eyes closed as I stared into oblivion behind the darkness of my eyelids. The juices from my pussy coated those fingers, slickening them with the heat of the moment.
Grinning, I caught my breath and still with my head held back, I opened my eyes.
“Can I help you?” a voice questioned, directly above me.
I thought I was going to fall through the opening, to travel down that pole on my own in shock. But just as I felt my body begin to freefall, his hand reached out and snagged at my elbow, the other at behind the crook of my knee, and drew me back onto the floor, away from the hatch. I was mortified, beet-red even as I scrambled to my knees, head bent as I stared at the floor.
“Oh god, oh please don’t arrest me. I’ll leave. I didn’t think anyone was here!” I pleaded my case, embarrassed by being caught.
“On the contrary. What you seemed to have failed to notice was me laying on that bed back there, behind those curtains. I saw you come up, and I watched you. I’m impressed you have the courage to sneak through here and play with yourself.” His finger lifted my chin for me to look him in the face. He was squatting, and through the work-pants, I could easily see his own arousal. When I finally looked him in the eye, he was grinning. His eyes were lit with a sense of playfulness, and his lips were pursed in a mischievious smirk. It was only a matter of moments where his finger moved from my chin to find its way and wind itself with the rest of his hand through my hair. He tugged gently, bringing me upright as he stood. But he kept me on my knees.
Staring now at the rather obvious bulge of his pants, he began to unbuckle his belt. “Well, well, well. Are you hungry for this, as well?” and without waiting for an answer, the swollen tip of his cockhead sprung forth, bobbling just before my line of sight. My breath caught in my mouth and I looked up at him.
“You’re a pretty little thing. I bet you have a fantasy of being fucked here, don’t you?” and he was right. I mean, it wasn’t as full-blown as it was now, for this man was every fitted stereotype of that sexy, calendar-worthy firefighter. I could see the swell of his muscles beneath the black t-shirt, and I could see, especially now, the muscular stature of his legs and stomach. And his cock was of notable size and thickness. But yet I still couldn’t answer.
“Aww, don’t tell me you’ve run shy now…” he chuckled, pulling my head back to look upwards at him, staring at his face with his cock poised just before my mouth. “Do you want to take it?” he asked. “Answer me.”
And I did. Rather, my mouth did, but it formed no words. Instead, staring up at his face I caught the tip of of his dick between my lips and sucked inwards, feeling as first the head teased my tongue, but then moaning as the length of his thick cock traveled to press against the back of my throat. My god, he smelled and tasted great! Never taking my eyes from his face, I watched as his own rolled into the back of his head as I found my chin pressing against the swell of his balls. I groaned against his shaft as my mouth began to fuck along the length of it. It didn’t help that his fingers intertwined in my hair egged my expertise on.
“God, you’re good,” be managed after a few minutes of me spending time milking that cock with these lips. I pulled back, winked and nodded. “I’ve never had any complaints,” I returned. His fingers released my hair and next thing I knew, I was standing there, in front of him, as his cock bobbed and twitched, wanting more than what I was offering. I looked down at it, cupping his sac in my hands, fingers toying gently just beneath them as he found my eyes again with his. Leaning forward, his mouth found mine and we were kissing, tongues playing, wrestling in the moment of lust. Murmuring against my breath he barely managed a ‘Turn around..’ as his hands quickly guided my hips, my body not resisting his demand as I found myself facing the pole and the exit below.
His face buried into the crook of my neck, tongue tracing the flesh as he felt beneath my dress, tugging aside the panties. “You’re fucking soaked, you pretty little slut,” he growled, his hand rising only to fall with an audible slap against the skin of my ass. I cried out, hands falling forward to brace against the pole, keeping myself from falling below. My hips rolled, taunting his cock as he moved the head of it between my sodden lips. I really was soaked, and it was only one thrust that sent him deep, buried into my cunt and nestled against my cervix.
“Oh fuck yes!” I bit into my bottom lip, for fear of being found out. Now it wasn’t just about me, but about this sexy creature in which was claiming me there, in my very own fantasy. How lucky can a woman get?
He remain poised there for a moment, bracing his muscular frame against my backside, his hands wrapping about my midsection to draw my body back against him before finally beginning slow, delicious strokes in and out of my core. I couldn’t help but whimper as I rested back, rolling my hips into him as we stood there fucking over the fireman’s hole, with me holding onto the pole.
“You cannot begin to understand just how good you feel,” he whispered against my ear before taking it between his teeth, biting playfully as his fingers found beneath the dress and teased against my nipples. I retorted with “You have no idea how good you feel, Sir,” and with that, his body began to pump a bit faster, causing my knuckles to whiten as they gripped dearly to the metal before me. A low moan slipped through my teeth, my breath caught in my chest. Oh yes, he felt very good there, fucking me in this fire station, not another soul to be found.
“Now hold on tight,” he grinned, and I caught the grin out of the corner of my eye as I changed a glance back behind us, staring as best I could at his physique. I obeyed quickly, and just as he saw my hands holding for dear life, he lifted me upwards, parting my legs and driving with a fury into the depth of my cunt. “Oh my god!” I cried loudly, and he returned the words with a primal grunt. My toes barely touched the floor, and I was balanced precariously as it were. The sounds of our skin echoed loudly as he slapped his pelvis against my ass, his balls slamming against my clit. It was enough to drive me overboard, and with this sensation, I bucked back wildly into him with my own animalistic fury. “That’s right! Fuck. Me,” I snarled, my pussy tightening as the climax began to take hold of my body. Seconds past, and soon his cock and balls were coated with thick juices from a powerful orgasm that rocked my frame, shoulders trembling as fingers fought to hold on. He didn’t let up, though, and continued thrusting deeply, exquisitely into me. I don’t think I have ever fucked this raw and delicious in my life!
“Take it, you little slut; take it!” he barked as I could feel the muscles in his legs tighten, how his fingers pinched and tugged at my nipples, how his mouth found my neck and settled there, teeth grazing as he sucked at the skin. The sounds coming from my throat were driven by carnal desires, and my body matched his speed. I grinded back into his cock, feeling with every slam into me the bounce of my tits and the breath near knocked from my lungs. His breath sped, his moans now turning into low growls as I stole another look back at his face. I could see the tendons visibly tense in his neck, and the vein of his forehead bulging as he took me, owned me at that fire pole. God, this man was sexy!
“Yeeeaaaahhh,” he drawled, pulling me from the pole and closing in on me tightly. His hand dropped down between my legs as his fingers deftly found the swollen nub of my clit. I whimpered as I watched him play, feeling him burying himself as deep as he could into the slick wetness. “Oh my god,” I whined, “Oh my fucking god,” and he felt it too. My legs quivered, my body began to shake, and his fingers quickened the pace, flicking and circling with fervor as he drove me into another orgasm. “Yes, yes yes!” I cried, “Don’t stop!” and he didn’t. In fact, he pushed on so hard that we dropped to our knees, his hands settling onto my ass as he pounded harder, deeper than we achieved when standing. Finally, with a loud yell he tensed, his entire body freezing with a final thrust against me, nails dragging from my shoulders down to the small of my back, and he came. I could feel the sticky release of his jizz as it met with my own release, soaking his cock and balls as it seeped from my center. His body jerked along with his cock and he pulled back and thrusted one last time into me, the last of his seed spurting against my cervix.
And with heated breaths, he dropped his frame atop me and curled himself around me. Tender kisses met my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my spine. I shuddered and let out the smallest mewls at the sensation, and then he pulled out. Just as he did, the sounds of a truck was heard nearing, and the garage door was beginning to open. Scrambling, he pulled out of me, leaving a sticky trail of cum dribbling from my pussy lips to the floor, and my thighs. I sat back, drew my dress down and quickly came to stand. Thank god my panties remained, and I just moved them into place, catching the aftermath of our sex.
Adjusting my hair, I watched as this man scrambled with adjusting his belt, sliding the leather into the rung. He looked at me and winked, motioning to the pole. “Be my guest,” he said, and with a whirl, I slid quickly to ground, the fireman following. Three men came walking into the building after that, and the man that just moments ago spent himself inside me shook my hand.
“I hope you enjoyed the tour of the firehouse, miss. Perhaps we’ll see you again,” and he grinned as the blush rose on my cheeks.
“Yes, of course,” I managed weakly and turned, quickly making my way out into the open. Holy shit, what a rush, I thought. As I moved down the street, I saw both engines return, backing into their spots. I grinned to myself and did a little skip-step. Walking backwards, I stared at the beautiful architecture that grew smaller in the distance, knowing just a few minutes before, I had the best hose in that house.
Oh, Library Boy!
He stood there by the brick wall, a book splayed open as he stared down at the pages. I couldn’t help but notice the length of his fingers as he scanned the words one by one, and his tongue as he licked the very tips to turn the page. Silly me, having these glimpses in the library. Silly me for having decided that I must get a closer look.
As I trailed around the bookshelves, closing the distance, I watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He leaned with a casual demeanor against a beam, completely oblivious to my stalking.
“Excuse me,” I said as I drifted past him, a flit of my skirts as I brushed ever so lightly against his free hand. “Sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” As I passed, I turned only to catch his gaze not meeting my face, but settling more on what I would assume to be the curve of my ass. I grinned to myself and paused, canting my head. “What is it you’re reading?” I queried.
It was then that he finally looked up, clearing his throat and adjusting his stance. His finger kept place between the pages as he lowered the book to look at the cover, “Eh, uh, uhm.. nothing too interesting. Just a book I picked up from the shelves.”
And it was then, with my heart racing, that I decided I would talk to him, to learn about him. I could smell his deodorant from where I stood, and mixed with the subtle hints of his own musk, I knew I just had to have him. My body talked to my mind, and my mouth did all the talking to him. “Oh? Does it not have a title?” I asked, stepping closer. I could see as his back straightened against the column, and how his free hand quickly dipped to his pocket, only to tuck within an adjust. What was he adjusting, I wondered. I stepped even closer. Standing to where I now bent lightly, body leaning forward, knowing that today’s choice in underwear was certainly to my best interest; my tits were so eloquently displayed for him to see as I pretended to care about the title of his book. I reached out, grasped his wrist and nodded. “I see, existentialism. Fascinating.”
He recoiled as if I burned him, but yet he said nothing. Only a simple nod of his head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cross your personal space,” and with that, I moved to stand beside him, yet facing him. My eyes were locked on his gaze, which happened to be looking elsewhere. “Have you a name, or are you plain shy?”
“No, I have a name,” he muttered. A grin creased my lips as I moved just a tad bit closer. “Good, that pleases me. You may keep it to yourself if you wish. May I touch you again?” He startled, staring me now in the face. I knew that would get his attention, and I could not help but return his gaze with a wicked grin of my own.
“What did you say?” he practically stuttered.
“Oh, I was curious about something, and wanted to know if you minded if I touched you again. You’re awfully shy, you know.” I circled around him the way vultures circle their prey.
“Is there something on me that needs removed?”
>
> “Actually, there’s a lot on you that needs removed.” And with that, my hand dropped so bravely there in that library, finding and cupping the fabric of his khakis. “Oh, my. I wasn’t expecting that from the silent one…”
What I wasn’t expecting was the stiffness my fingers found pressing against the cloth. My eyes were wide as I stared him in the face, lips parted as I exhaled a breath that showed my pleasure. He seemed to reciprocate, and that free hand that once sat in his pocket came out and pressed my hand more firmly to his erection.
“I’m not shy, you know,” he murmured as he leaned his face against my ear to whisper. I turned to lift my gaze to watch him, curious now. “You sure do put on quite a show then,” I responded.
“It’s not every day a woman assaults you in a library.”
My grin widened. I could tell by the stir in my stomach that my panties were surely soaked. Especially now that he was interacting in a way I never once anticipated. Within seconds, my world flashed before me. The book fell to the floor, the binding face-up as the pages were mussed and ruffled against the ground, perhaps now forgotten. My wrists felt a slight pinch as I found myself braced now against that very brick wall he stood near. All of it happened so quickly. I gasped for air, my breasts heaving with every suck of breath. “Oh, I see. You’re definitely not shy.” My words practically rolled off my tongue, I was so insanely turned on.
It was then I lost my balance, and it was he who kept me pinned, his body now pressing against mine, his knees parting my thighs as he began to grind himself between them. I whimpered against his cheek as he found my ear, biting teasingly, and soon our mouths found one another. Tongues darting, intermingling one another’s essence; we kissed, uncaring of the world behind and around us. Afterall, this was the area of the library rarely anyone ever went into. Who reads existentialism now adays?
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled lowly into my ear. Without a verbal response, I rolled my hips forward, pushing myself down harder against his leg. I was a bitch in heat, unable now to contain the yearning that coursed through my very system. Finally I managed a very breathy, very sultry “Yes, this is exactly what I wanted.”
I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I think back on it and I try to reason with the situation. It was as if in a blinking moment things progressed from slow to amazingly fast. One minute I was harmlessly flirting, then cupping this man’s cock, to now? Look at me. I look like a filthy whore here, up against the wall, back pressed hard as this stranger’s hands gripped my hips and his cock found the welcoming slit of my hungry pussy.
“Coy little pussy cat seems to like herself wet,” he muttered before biting into my shoulder. I let out a cry, eyes glaring open, nostrils flaring as justafter his bite, his cock surged upwards, hungrily burying its head against my cervix. My god, this is the thickest cock I have ever had! And in that very instant, my world turned white. The blood rushed through my body, my eyes rolled upwards, and my hands found his back as nails dragged sharply over the shirt. One leg was propped up, braced against his hip as he thrusted repeatedly into my wanton cunt, but I was no innocent. I greedily fucked back into him, grunting and moaning deeply against the very flesh of his throat.
“Cum for me, you greedy, greedy girl,” he barked, and in that moment, I lost myself again. I could feel how my core tightened upon his shaft, hungry, desiring. This was exactly what I was seeking, needing, and I didn’t even learn his name! Just after I rode out that orgasm, I felt him quickening in his own pace, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my depths. “That’s right,” I whispered, “that’s right, big boy. Give it to me, give me what I want. Hard!” and that’s just how I got it. Both legs up now, he pushed me so hard against the brick wall that I have scratches along the backs of my shoulders to show for it. “Cum for me!” I squealed as I felt that thick rush of heated cum pulsating from his cockhead that pressed nestled against my cervix. He grunted, his body shuddering as his arms tightened around my frame. He held me to him, on him, against him as he realized soon where he was and what was happening. With a grin, I slowly lowered my legs, his cock still nestled between my pussy lips, and stood. Pushing him gently back, his dick slipped out and I could feel both of our juices beginning to trickle against my thigh.
Reaching up, I adjusted my panties to catch the aftermath, and adjusted my skirts. I looked at him sideways and grinned that coy little grin again. “You’re right. You’re not shy at all. And let’s keep you anonymous.”
We met there, in that library, once a week at the same time, the same aisle for nearly a year. One day I went back, only to find the aisle empty. However, face down on the floor was a book. I picked it up to reshelve it, and lo and behold, was a note that highlighted a quote by Edna St. Vincet Millay — “Life must go on, I just forget why…”
I miss my library boy to this day, but forever in me lay the memories and I shall cherish them always.
As I trailed around the bookshelves, closing the distance, I watched as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He leaned with a casual demeanor against a beam, completely oblivious to my stalking.
“Excuse me,” I said as I drifted past him, a flit of my skirts as I brushed ever so lightly against his free hand. “Sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” As I passed, I turned only to catch his gaze not meeting my face, but settling more on what I would assume to be the curve of my ass. I grinned to myself and paused, canting my head. “What is it you’re reading?” I queried.
It was then that he finally looked up, clearing his throat and adjusting his stance. His finger kept place between the pages as he lowered the book to look at the cover, “Eh, uh, uhm.. nothing too interesting. Just a book I picked up from the shelves.”
And it was then, with my heart racing, that I decided I would talk to him, to learn about him. I could smell his deodorant from where I stood, and mixed with the subtle hints of his own musk, I knew I just had to have him. My body talked to my mind, and my mouth did all the talking to him. “Oh? Does it not have a title?” I asked, stepping closer. I could see as his back straightened against the column, and how his free hand quickly dipped to his pocket, only to tuck within an adjust. What was he adjusting, I wondered. I stepped even closer. Standing to where I now bent lightly, body leaning forward, knowing that today’s choice in underwear was certainly to my best interest; my tits were so eloquently displayed for him to see as I pretended to care about the title of his book. I reached out, grasped his wrist and nodded. “I see, existentialism. Fascinating.”
He recoiled as if I burned him, but yet he said nothing. Only a simple nod of his head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cross your personal space,” and with that, I moved to stand beside him, yet facing him. My eyes were locked on his gaze, which happened to be looking elsewhere. “Have you a name, or are you plain shy?”
“No, I have a name,” he muttered. A grin creased my lips as I moved just a tad bit closer. “Good, that pleases me. You may keep it to yourself if you wish. May I touch you again?” He startled, staring me now in the face. I knew that would get his attention, and I could not help but return his gaze with a wicked grin of my own.
“What did you say?” he practically stuttered.
“Oh, I was curious about something, and wanted to know if you minded if I touched you again. You’re awfully shy, you know.” I circled around him the way vultures circle their prey.
“Is there something on me that needs removed?”
>
> “Actually, there’s a lot on you that needs removed.” And with that, my hand dropped so bravely there in that library, finding and cupping the fabric of his khakis. “Oh, my. I wasn’t expecting that from the silent one…”
What I wasn’t expecting was the stiffness my fingers found pressing against the cloth. My eyes were wide as I stared him in the face, lips parted as I exhaled a breath that showed my pleasure. He seemed to reciprocate, and that free hand that once sat in his pocket came out and pressed my hand more firmly to his erection.
“I’m not shy, you know,” he murmured as he leaned his face against my ear to whisper. I turned to lift my gaze to watch him, curious now. “You sure do put on quite a show then,” I responded.
“It’s not every day a woman assaults you in a library.”
My grin widened. I could tell by the stir in my stomach that my panties were surely soaked. Especially now that he was interacting in a way I never once anticipated. Within seconds, my world flashed before me. The book fell to the floor, the binding face-up as the pages were mussed and ruffled against the ground, perhaps now forgotten. My wrists felt a slight pinch as I found myself braced now against that very brick wall he stood near. All of it happened so quickly. I gasped for air, my breasts heaving with every suck of breath. “Oh, I see. You’re definitely not shy.” My words practically rolled off my tongue, I was so insanely turned on.
It was then I lost my balance, and it was he who kept me pinned, his body now pressing against mine, his knees parting my thighs as he began to grind himself between them. I whimpered against his cheek as he found my ear, biting teasingly, and soon our mouths found one another. Tongues darting, intermingling one another’s essence; we kissed, uncaring of the world behind and around us. Afterall, this was the area of the library rarely anyone ever went into. Who reads existentialism now adays?
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled lowly into my ear. Without a verbal response, I rolled my hips forward, pushing myself down harder against his leg. I was a bitch in heat, unable now to contain the yearning that coursed through my very system. Finally I managed a very breathy, very sultry “Yes, this is exactly what I wanted.”
I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I think back on it and I try to reason with the situation. It was as if in a blinking moment things progressed from slow to amazingly fast. One minute I was harmlessly flirting, then cupping this man’s cock, to now? Look at me. I look like a filthy whore here, up against the wall, back pressed hard as this stranger’s hands gripped my hips and his cock found the welcoming slit of my hungry pussy.
“Coy little pussy cat seems to like herself wet,” he muttered before biting into my shoulder. I let out a cry, eyes glaring open, nostrils flaring as justafter his bite, his cock surged upwards, hungrily burying its head against my cervix. My god, this is the thickest cock I have ever had! And in that very instant, my world turned white. The blood rushed through my body, my eyes rolled upwards, and my hands found his back as nails dragged sharply over the shirt. One leg was propped up, braced against his hip as he thrusted repeatedly into my wanton cunt, but I was no innocent. I greedily fucked back into him, grunting and moaning deeply against the very flesh of his throat.
“Cum for me, you greedy, greedy girl,” he barked, and in that moment, I lost myself again. I could feel how my core tightened upon his shaft, hungry, desiring. This was exactly what I was seeking, needing, and I didn’t even learn his name! Just after I rode out that orgasm, I felt him quickening in his own pace, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my depths. “That’s right,” I whispered, “that’s right, big boy. Give it to me, give me what I want. Hard!” and that’s just how I got it. Both legs up now, he pushed me so hard against the brick wall that I have scratches along the backs of my shoulders to show for it. “Cum for me!” I squealed as I felt that thick rush of heated cum pulsating from his cockhead that pressed nestled against my cervix. He grunted, his body shuddering as his arms tightened around my frame. He held me to him, on him, against him as he realized soon where he was and what was happening. With a grin, I slowly lowered my legs, his cock still nestled between my pussy lips, and stood. Pushing him gently back, his dick slipped out and I could feel both of our juices beginning to trickle against my thigh.
Reaching up, I adjusted my panties to catch the aftermath, and adjusted my skirts. I looked at him sideways and grinned that coy little grin again. “You’re right. You’re not shy at all. And let’s keep you anonymous.”
We met there, in that library, once a week at the same time, the same aisle for nearly a year. One day I went back, only to find the aisle empty. However, face down on the floor was a book. I picked it up to reshelve it, and lo and behold, was a note that highlighted a quote by Edna St. Vincet Millay — “Life must go on, I just forget why…”
I miss my library boy to this day, but forever in me lay the memories and I shall cherish them always.
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