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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

You Gon' Learn Today! - An Erotic Tale...

You Gon' Learn Today! - An Erotic Tale...

I was in boarding school and things were different back then. I think they still have corporal punishment in some states, like Texas, but in most places it's been phased out. But we were good Catholics, or we were supposed to be, and if you spared the rod, you spoiled the child. Hell, that was why my parents put me there in the first place. My father couldn't stand to say no, my mother couldn't say anything but, and they decided between them that someone else should raise their daughter.

So the nuns and the priests attempted to curb my voracious appetite for trouble for four years. They failed miserably. By the time I was a senior, my birthday just passed in a haze of alcohol and sex—the drinking age was still eighteen then—I'd been disciplined more times than I could count, suspended from classes and nearly expelled, twice. I was always scraping by, just barely, but it was cool with me.

Father Lawrence had the task of disciplining me for my latest transgression. I had just gotten caught in the dorm room of the star quarterback and he was eating my pussy to kingdom come! I had been snatched out of his bed in the middle of my orgasm (How FUCKED up is that?!) and sent to the head priest's office. The nuns had pretty much given up and handed me over to the priests, which was fine, as far as I was concerned. The priests were more direct. They liked to use the paddle—a thick piece of wood that Father Samuels, who taught physics, had drilled several holes through (for less air resistance)—and while it stung, it was over pretty quickly. And the good thing about Father Lawrence was that he hated to give sermons. It was always straight to the punishment.

"Over the desk, Christina."

I knew the drill. I bent over his wide desk and lifted my skirt—they weren't supposed to touch us except with objects—exposing the seat of my black lace panties. It was a typical school uniform, navy skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, Mary Janes. We looked like clones running up and down the halls on our way to classes.

"For every blow, you must say an act of contrition."

"Yes, Father."

I waited, my heart hammering in my chest. I wasn't afraid of it anymore, but there was a sick sort of anticipated dread anyway in the moments before.

SMACK!

I winced, beginning:

"Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because I fear the loss of heaven and the pains of hell..."

The second SMACK! came long before I could finish, and I began again with a gasp, "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Father!" I whimpered, my whole ass on fire with pain. It hadn't been like this before. "Please!"

"That's right," he murmured. "Beg."

SMACK!

"Oh!" I buried my face in my arms, trying to hide from the pain. "Oh please, I'm sorry, please..."

"You've been in my office fourteen times this year, Christina!" SMACK! "And you've said an act of contrition for every blow!" SMACK! "And yet you're still running around like a Whore Of Babylon aren't you?"

I would have screamed when he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he growled his last question, but my voice was gone. I thought the Father had gone crazy.

"What will it take to get through to you, girl?" He shook my head, back and forth, and I looked at him with wild eyes. His whole body pressed me against the desk, the weight of him incredible, and I gasped for breath. "This thing is pointless with you!"

He threw the paddle and it clattered on the marble floor. "Your sins are of the flesh...Perhaps you need a lesson in that!"

He let me go and I collapsed on the desk, feeling tears stinging my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, although I fought them.

"Perhaps..." His voice had turned thoughtful, and I chanced a puzzled glance back over my shoulder just in time to see his hand coming down toward my ass.

SMACK! The solid sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, and he did it again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I cried out, trying to wiggle away, but he grabbed my hips, pulling my panties down to my knees, and kept going, a steady rhythm, over and over. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Please Father!" I sobbed. I'd forgotten all about hiding my pain, my fear—and I was afraid now. He was crazed, mad, and I didn't have any idea what he might do. "Please, I'm sorry! I've sinned, I've sinned, I'm sorry...sorry for having...offended...Thee...Owwwww!"

His hands spread my legs wide, pressing my thighs open and my eyes widened in panic. "Sins of the flesh," he muttered, and I felt his body pressing, his robes lifting, parting like a black sea, and the heat of his crotch against the stinging phatness of my ass.

"Father, please!" He grabbed my hair again, and I sobbed when he shoved his dick into me, the final humiliation.

"You need a good lesson," he grunted, thrusting deep. I whimpered, unable to believe this was happening, that a priest had just impaled me across his desk and was now beginning to fuck me. I'd been fucked before—and loved it—but this? This was crazy, an abomination, a...

"A good...hard...LESSON!" Each word was punctuated by a thrust, and his hands found his way underneath me to grab my titties through my blouse, shoving it aside and tearing off a button to reach under my bra and squeeze my flesh.

"I see the paddle doesn't work..." He gasped when he felt my nipples hardening. "So maybe you need a lesson from the HOLY STAFF! YOU GON' LEARN TODAY!"

"Oh God," I moaned as he pounded me harder, his fingers squeezing both of my nipples, sending hot shocks down to my pussy. I was wet—God help me, I was so wet, and his thick dick was pumping fast, filling me up, his thighs spreading mine wide, driving me toward the deepest sin I'd ever known.

He'd gone crazy, and I was going crazy right along with him. My box was on fire, my nipples burned, and I knew we were both going to hell, but I didn't care. Father Lawrence groaned when I squeezed my pussy around his dick, arching my back, fucking him back as I made my ass clap all around him.

"You're a bad girl!" He smacked my ass, hard, and I jumped, the sensation vibrating through me. "Bad!" SMACK! "Bad!" SMACK!

"Fuck me Father!" I cried, spreading wider, wanting more. "Yes!"

"I see why all the boys wantin' this pussy now! It's made for sin! Ahhhhhhhhh, God, forgive us all!" He groaned, grinding his hips into mine, and I trembled beneath, feeling my climax coming and unable to stop my passion from flowing around his dick. I was beaten, broken, humiliated, and completely at his mercy as I writhed in my own pleasure on the desk while he fucked me senseless. I didn't have time to think or breathe or speak when he grabbed me again by the hair and shoved me down to my knees on the floor.

"You will learn my child! You will be penitent!" He insisted, shoving his dick deep into my throat with a low groan. I gagged, but I took it, hearing him whisper, "I am your bread and wine," just before throwing his head back and letting go. My mouth flooded with his cum and I choked, swallowing, tears streaming down my face as I took it all, every last bit, looking up wide-eyed at this priest, this man I didn't know anymore, wearing black robes and a white collar.

He moved away from me then and pulled out of my throat, leaving me gasping on my dirty knees, mascara streaked down my cheeks, blouse torn open, pussy dripping with my unexpected lust. His robes fell back into place and he leaned against the desk, breathing hard, composing himself.

Finally, he waved his hand toward the door, not looking at me. "Now leave me."

I stood on shaky legs, wobbling toward the door, when I heard him say, "You will return tomorrow for further punishment. God is not done with you yet!"

No. No, he really wasn't, I discovered. Not by a long shot. Father Lawrence's punishment went on and on, until I thought I would die from the pleasure and the pain (and the guilt), and my only fear was that it might end. But it didn't. Thank you God, it didn't.

He continued to punish me, not sparing his rod, every single day for the rest of the year. I'm still unsure whether to thank him or hate him for the good, hard lessons he taught me. And I did learn...I did indeed!

Friday, November 11, 2011

She Likes To Watch - An Erotic Tale...

She Likes To Watch - An Erotic Tale...

I love watching a man beat his dick. It's a little fetish of mine, and I think it started when my boyfriend claimed he never masturbated. I couldn't imagine -- I know I did, all the time, and according to the statistics, men supposedly do it much more than women. It took him over a year before he was willing to let me give him a handjob...and it was even longer than that before he would beat his dick in front of me. And that was only after I caught him. Well, actually...after he caught me watching. Let me tell you about that...

I'd been watching for a while. I was a bad influence on him...I actually introduced HIM to porn! Can you believe it? He discovered he loved watching two girls together and I'd purchased several girl-on-girl videos just for him. He couldn't resist…which is exactly what I was counting on. At night, after he thought I was asleep, he'd sneak into the living room and put on some lesbian porn. Me? I'd wait to hear the low moans of the girls on the television before sneaking out myself, watching him from the doorway.

The angle from the door was a good one -- I could see his profile, leaning back into the couch, his dick standing straight up inside his pumping fist. I could also see the television screen, the girls there humping a double dildo between them, riding a black jellied dick and moaning loudly. It was hard to decide which to watch, the movement of his hand up and down the length of his dick, or the sweet sight of two wet pussies, one blonde, one dark, impaled on a slick dildo. Just standing there, my pussy was beginning to get wet.

When the girls on screen started moaning louder, fucking faster, pressing their pussies as close as they could, his hand moved faster. When the blonde reached out to squeeze the dark-haired girl's nipple, I heard a sharp intake of his breath and his hand moved even faster.

"Oh, God, baby, I'm cummin’, I'm cummin’!" The dark-haired girl moaned, her belly quivering, her whole body stiff, and I saw his hand squeezing the tip of his dick -- hard -- a bit of precum gathered at the tip. The sight made me breathless with lust and I ached to go lick it off, but I didn't want him to know I was there.

I finally gave into the yearning between my legs, sliding my hand down to touch myself. I was afraid to interrupt him, thinking he'd be so embarrassed about being caught that he'd stop. I definitely didn't want him to stop. I wanted to see him cum. I needed it. The dark-haired girl had changed positions, so she was licking the blonde, using the dildo to fuck her at the same time, the end in her hand, the dick had been inside her pussy, still shiny and slick.

"Oh shit," I heard him whisper as the blonde played with her nipples, pinching, squeezing, moaning, begging the other girl to lick her pussy faster.

"Oh, baby, yes, that's soooo good!" the blonde moaned, reaching her fingers down to spread her pussy lips wider. "Eat that wet ass pussy! Oh God! Lick it 'til I cum all over your face!"

He was jerking himself fast now…so fast…his breath filling the room. His hand shuffled up and down the thick length of his dick, finally focusing right at the head, his eyes half-closed as he watched the screen. My eyes went from him to the TV and back again, my fingers wet, rubbing my clit while I watched. My pussy ached, my nipples hard under my t-shirt, as he pumped faster, harder, his breath coming in panting gasps, his hips bucking up, his toes curling. He was close. So was I.

"That's it!" The blonde arched, spread, came, the dark haired girl pumping that slick dick furiously into her pussy, her tongue a blur over her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh shit! I'm cummin’! I'm FUCKING cummin’!" He groaned as he came, his dick spurting hot, white jets of it over his hand, landing thickly on his stomach. Just the sight of his cum made me cum, too, shuddering against the doorway, pressing myself there, my warm juices running down my thighs, like a waterfall. The feeling was so intense I thought I'd collapse.

I moaned as my orgasm subsided, unable to help myself…I couldn't keep quiet…and that's when he saw me. Our eyes locked, and I saw a myriad of emotions cross his face...from embarrassment to excitement. Finally, the latter won out and I went over to him to clean up the mess he made...with my tongue. It turned him on so much to watch me lick up the very essence of him. He returned the favor of course, licking all of the remaining juices from my pussy and thighs without fail. From then on, he beat his dick in front of me whenever I asked him to...if only for the clean up!

But sometimes I still sneak downstairs and watch when he thinks he's alone. What can I say? It’s what turns me on…don’t judge me!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Prostate Play - An Erotic Tale...

*This story was inspired by one of my friends who told me how much her boyfriend was obsessed with anal sex. I've never really written about it before so I decided to add something different to the repertoire. Enjoy!*
  
Prostate Play - An Erotic Tale...

All he could think about was her ass. She was fucking beautiful, inside and out, and her pussy had provided him more pleasure than most men could only dream about in a lifetime. But he couldn't stop thinking about her asshole, that sweetly puckered opening, so tightly closed, so vulnerable. His boys had all tried it at least once, but he had yet to experience the pleasure for himself. What was wrong with him?

Shit, Chantel even put out at least three or four times a week, still, after five years of marriage. Hakeem didn't have much to complain about, and he certainly didn't have a right to demand much more. Did he?

He'd tried to satisfy his curiosity with porn. Chantel didn't care if he watched porn (See? Yet another amazing thing about his wife!) and he indulged on occasion. He'd visited all the ass-sites he could find—Ass Traffic, Anal Hell, Ass Stabbin', you name it—thinking, hoping, it would ease his hunger to experience it all first hand. Instead, watching women spreading open their cheeks, taking a lubed up finger and then a well-oiled dick up that tight hole—seemed to have increased his need.

Not cool.

They had sex pretty much whenever he wanted to—she was very compliant, but never in a bored sort of way. She was always eager to please, and had indulged a great many of his fetishes over the years, including some S&M and even a rape role-play. The woman was amenable to almost anything—except anal, apparently. But still, he couldn't stop fantasizing about it, and it was always worse during sex.

"Please, Tel?" He murmured, having already wetted his finger, his dick a steel rod in her pussy from just looking down at the tight rosebud of her asshole. He loved her on her hands and knees like that. "It's just my finger."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping on the bed. But still, he pressed onward, sliding his wet finger over her ass, teasing the hole. The wrong hole, she would say. Fuck, that shit was hot. He loved watching it tighten whenever his finger got near. Somehow her refusal made it even more sexy. God, what was wrong with him?

"Hakeem, come on." She glanced over her shoulder, pulling her dark hair away from her face. He knew the look—but he couldn't help himself. "We've talked about it and I done told you no!" She never understood the big thing men had about trying anal sex and certainly was in no mood to try to that night.

"It's so sexy, baby. Let's try somethin' new!" He probed a little, making her gasp. "It turns me on like shit!"

"Well, it doesn't turn me on!" She pouted—she was incredibly beautiful and sexy when she pouted, and he almost gave up—but his fingertip was almost inside, her asshole contracting, as if it were trying to push him out, and that made his dick swell to monstrous proportions. It made him want to cum. God, if he could just slide the tip of his dick inside of her... just the tip...

"Just give it a chance," he begged. He knew he sounded like Keith Sweat, but he didn't care. Her pussy squeezed him every time she tried to press his finger out of her ass, and the sensation was incredible.

"No!" Her tone changed and he winced. "It hurts!"

He sighed, slowly withdrawing his finger and muttered, "It can't hurt that much."

"Goddamnit, Hakeem!" Her eyes flashed, and she turned on him in an instant, pushing him down onto the bed, spread-eagle. Shocked, he watched her shove his thighs open with her palms, her finger probing between his ass cheeks. "You want to know what it feels like? Huh?"

"Yo, Tel! What the fuck you do---" Any words disappeared when she licked her finger and plunged it into his ass—no warning, no buildup, just a straight shot in. He gasped, eyes wide, his dick spasming at the sensation. It was foreign—wrong...all kinds of wrong! He wanted her to stop, but she wasn't hearing that shit!

"'Please Tel,'" she mimicked him, her finger working faster. She pressed another one in, making him wince and then moan. "'Let me put my finger in your ass. Let me put my dick in your ass. Let me fuck your ass. What's wrong with my pussy, huh?'"

"Nothing... I...Oh fuck, Chantel!"

She was breathing hard with the effort, her fingers working in and out of his asshole, tickling his prostate. She had read somewhere that the prostate was the guys' "G-Spot" and that it can arouse unbelievable orgasms out of them...but she had never actually DONE it before. She had to admit, she liked being in control and teaching Hakeem a lesson. "How do you like it, then? How does that feel?"

Hakeem groaned, feeling something welling up inside of him as she massaged him deep, her fierce fingers plunging hard, his dick so stiff and swollen he thought he might bust. He grabbed it to keep that very thing from happening, but he couldn't stop it. He was going to cum.

"Huh?" Chantel growled. "How do you like it, Hakeem?"

"Ahhhh fuck, I love it!" he cried, his dick exploding in his fist, the first hot spurt of his cum hitting his stomach, the next landing on his balls and sliding thickly down toward her pumping fingers. He shuddered uncontrollably, the pressure of her fingers buried in his ass forcing more cum than he thought humanly possible from the tip of his dick, across his abs, over his thighs.

Chantel stopped, her face frozen in shock. Then she laughed. "Well goddamn..."

He groaned when she moved her fingers, sliding them slowly out. "God, that felt so fucking good! Shit!" He took a shaky breath, looking down at her bewildered face.

"So much for teaching you a lesson," she snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I guess." He chuckled. "But apparently you CAN teach old dogs new tricks...so now there's NO excuse why you can't try it! And you better not tell anybody I let you do that either!"

Chantel burst out laughing, shook her head and agreed not to tell. Since he was such a good sport she decided she'd let him try on his upcoming birthday...since he liked it so much, she figured she might too.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Bookstore Browsing - An Erotic Tale...

Bookstore Browsing - An Erotic Tale...

As I stood in the campus bookstore debating on whether or not I should get this book for class, I saw him. I saw him walk in and stroll through the aisles casually as if he was browsing for nothing in particular. I watched him intently as he picked up a book and skimmed through the pages. He looked so good that I started to lick my lips at the mere thought of having him for my own personal pleasures. Suddenly, he looked up and caught me mid-stare (and mid-lick) and I couldn't look away fast enough.

Mortified, I walked to the back of the bookstore and tried to get over my embarassment in private. I put my head in my hands and shook my head, hoping that he would leave so I could do my walk of shame soon after. When I decided to peek and see if he exited, there he was, right in front of me. I gasped in shock because he startled me and saw the look on his face...he was grinning...like a devilish little boy who had successfully stolen a cookie from the jar without detection. And the next thing I knew...

His hand was on my neck as he pushed me against a bookcase. He started kissing me, his lips were soft, firm and demanding...and I opened up to him. I was too shocked (and pleasantly surprised) to be angry. I felt the other hand slide around my waist and pull me against him. I always thought in the back of my mind that he looked just like Chris Brown...and now it seemed as if he were about to take ME down! Was this REALLY about to happen here?! I heard him groan faintly and it brought me back to my senses. I pulled back and he let go. He simply smiled at me and licked his lips. My breathing was heavy and I felt my nipples tighten in response to the kiss.

He just smiled and said, "Damn girl!" I shivered from his voice. It was smooth, like fur rubbing on my skin.

"Wow," was my only reply. My fingers touched my lips. I couldn't believe this was actually happening...after all the fantasizing I'd done...it was REAL! He held out his hand and I automatically gave him mine.

"I've been seeing you around campus and when I saw you here, I knew I had to taste you," he murmured. He pulled me to him slowly and I realized that he'd been fantasizing about me too! Maybe he noticed me occasionally checking him out, I thought to myself.

"You wanna come with me?" He asked softly.

"Yes...," was my only reply.

We walked out to the street and he opened a car door for me. I climbed in the black town car and watched in fascination as he slid in beside me and closed the door. Dark on the inside, it kept the world outside and ours inside. He even had his own driver! I didn't know he had money like that. The car moved forward and it finally dawned on me that I had gotten into a stranger's car and I backed up against the door.

He looked at me quizzically and then smiled. Oh, his smile was so gorgeous!

"Don't be scared, babygirl. I don't usually do this kinda thing. I saw you standing there and you just radiated all this sexual energy that I just had to taste you. I'm drawn to you. You are so fucking perfect." he said. "I'm Ray," and held his hand out.

I looked at it, feeling a bit silly. After all he said all those nice things. I took his hand and wondered how strong it was and so much bigger than my own.

"I know who you are...I've seen you around. I'm Destiny," I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. He took my hand and turned it palm up and kissed it. I shivered from the feel of his lips and jaw. Most men have rough faces but his was smooth. He trailed up my thumb and sucked it into his mouth and I groaned. He was so good with his tongue! I moved closer and watched in fascination as he sucked on my thumb. My eyes traveled over his features. Strong chin, caramel skin, close haircut. His eyes opened and pinned me. Hazel brown with lust in them. I melted a little more.

He slowly pulled my thumb out of his mouth and leaned forward to kiss me. I let him. I wanted him to kiss me. He opened his mouth slightly and pressed his lips to mine. I opened mine and let him in. It was all he needed. He groaned and pulled me against him, pinning me between the leather seats and his hard, warm body.

His hand caressed my shoulder as he kissed me. It was more than a kiss, this was a form of sex for him. I moaned into his open mouth and his grip tightened around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth and excited mine. He was demanding, yearning. My tongue touched his and I felt us blend together. He wanted me to respond. My nipples were stiff in my bra, aching with need. My hands wrapped around his neck and I pressed myself to him. I could feel the hard muscles under his shirt. He smelled so good. Even better than I imagined.

The more our tongues danced, the more aggressive he became. He slid a hand under my t-shirt and rubbed my flesh. He groaned and his hand moved up to my swollen breast, massaging it. I whimpered into his mouth and he broke the kiss.

I felt lost without his lips on mine and he pulled my shirt up to see what he was holding. He leaned down and tongued my breast, pulling it out and sucking the nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned out loud. My hand caressed his head and the other slid under his jacket to his back. Hard muscles flexed under my hand but all I could really feel was his mouth on my titty. Oh this man got skills, I thought dimly.

My legs were clamped shut, my pussy closed to him. I was afraid if I opened them, it would be the end of me. He pulled back and tongued my nipple and I watched through a haze of lust as he gently pulled the other out and moved to it. I pulled him to me. I couldn't help it, I had to have him!

"Destiny," I heard him murmur against my nipple and I shivered from the sound.

"Mmmmm, Ray," I replied. My eyes full of hunger, I smiled at him. He he let go of me and sat up while pulling my shirt down. The car door opened and he took my hand and pulled me out into the sunlight. I blinked at the harsh light and let him lead me into a very elite building. MONEY INDEED! We walked to the elevator and stepped in. I moved close to him and held his bicep. I felt very exposed. He looked at me and smiled and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

When the elevator opened he stepped out into a modern looking living room. I looked around and wondered where the hell I was.

"Welcome to my spot," he said. I smiled and let go of him and walked to the couch. I turned to find him a couple steps behind, his eyes focused on me. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. He pushed my pelvis to his and I could feel his dick through his jeans. It felt impressive but I had to see for myself. I reached down to unbutton his shirt and he let go of my mouth to watch me. I undid one at a time, my fingers touching his chest and stomach as I went. I let my hands roam back up to his chest, rubbing my palms on his nipples. He inhaled sharply. I slid his shirt back over his shoulders, taking the jacket and shirt to the floor. He definitely worked out. I just wanted to worship each one of his muscles.

"Fair is fair," he said. Ray put my arms up in the air and pulled my shirt off. He smiled when he saw the front clasp on my bra and unsnapped it, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts spilled free and his hands tightened over them. I saw his eyes darken and he glanced up at me before he sucked the right one into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned out loud. I was pretty sure we were alone. He moved a bit and I saw him kick his shoes off. So I did too. The soft carpeting underneath me and Ray over me sucking my flesh made me shiver and I held him to me as he flicked my nipple with his tongue.

I felt my pussy moisten at that point and my panties and jeans were soaked instantly. I've never been this turned on by just someone's mouth before. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. They fell to the floor and he smiled.

"Fair is fair, right?" I asked with a smile.

Ray kneeled in front of me. He unsnapped my jeans and pulled those and my panties down. I had to steady myself by holding onto his shoulders, my knees were so weak. He stopped to look at my wetness and stood.

"You're so beautiful, Destiny," he said as he nudged me back on the bed. I laid down and felt cool sheets under my heated skin. I watched as he stripped himself and gasped at the size of his dick. It was a nice length but it was so damn thick! My pussy spasmed at just the thought of having it inside me and I shivered from anticipation.

"I'm glad you approve cause I'm about to give you every inch of this dick," were his only words as he pushed my legs apart and climbed between them. He hovered over me and took his time looking at my body. I could feel his eyes take in my long black hair, full D-cupped breasts, flat stomach and thick thighs. He exhaled loudly and slowly lowered himself on top of me. He kissed me gently, running his tongue along my lips. He was built, hard muscles pushing onto me. He felt solid to me and I liked it. My hands roamed his back down to his ass and I could feel hard muscles flexing under my fingertips. My breasts were pressed to his chest and I could feel his nipples poking into me. But I couldn't feel his hips on mine. By instinct, I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his hips and he groaned into my mouth. But still didn't lower himself to me. I wondered what he was waiting for when he suddenly shoved his dick into me!

I broke the kiss and arched my back, crying out at the invasion. He was so fucking huge! I felt as if he was splitting me open. He was all the way inside me and I couldn't breathe. I took short breaths as he pushed his arms under my shoulders to hold my head still with his fingers. I was panting and slowly opened my eyes to see him watching me intensely.

"Mmmmmm...you feel so fucking good inside," Ray said and kissed me gently. All I could do was whimper. My body was on fire and my muscles gripped his dick so hard I thought he would never be able to move.

But he did. Slowly at first, giving me the chance to calm down and feel his dick thrust into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and scratched my nails across his back.

"Don't stop Ray...please don't stop," I whispered. His only response was to push deeper inside of me and I gasped as he pulled back to the very tip and sink deep inside me again.

"Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes. "This is what I wanted in the bookstore...what I wanted when I would see you looking at me around campus...I know you've been wanting this shit, too!," he said against my lips.

"Yesssssssssssssss," I whispered. His hips pulled back and he continued to pound me hard with his dick. I whimpered and moved my legs up. He groaned aloud and fucked me harder. I could feel his hips crash against mine with lightning speed but as hard as he was fucking me, his kisses remained soft and gentle. I couldn't move, all I could feel was Ray. All I could smell was Ray. All I could taste was Ray. The sensations rolling through me while being taken by him made me shiver. I wanted him to fuck me, to kiss me, to explode inside me. I wanted ALL of him. And I wanted it NOW.

"Please, Ray," I muttered against his lips.

"What you want me to do for you baby?" He replied.

"I can't...I need you to...," I panted.

I panted through my haze of lust. "Take me, make me yours, make me cum for you," I managed to whisper.

"Yessssssssss," he hissed and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I opened willingly and gave him what he wanted from me. My lust, my desire, my burning need to cum all over his dick and grind my hips to his rhythm underneath him.

His hips shifted and he rammed himself inside me, sliding in and out so easy, I was beyond wet. He shoved into me and I screamed as I exploded around him, underneath him. I stopped breathing as my body shook with pleasure. My pussy gripped him so tight that he had to slow down and my hips bucked against his as I climaxed around his dick. I gave him my orgasm and he groaned so loud as he pushed into me one last time and came inside me, emptying his seed into my overflowing pussy.

I lay under him, shivering, my body riding one climax after another when I started to breathe again. I opened my eyes and watched as he shook through the last of his orgasm. His eyes were closed and his hips were still jerking into me. I took all of him in. I knew I reciprocated his pleasure and I collapsed under him satisfied. He did the same and lay on top of me, sinking into my body. I just laid there, my legs slowly sliding down his, falling to the bed.

I couldn't move, neither could he. He slowly lifted his head and kissed me gently.

"Destiny," he whispered.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Stay with me?"

"I couldn't move if I tried," I replied with a smile.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Erica's First Taste [Adventures Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

Erica's First Taste [Adventures Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

Just when you thought my adventures were over...I'm baaaaaaaack! Yeah, I've got another story for you. Remember Anthony? Well, soon after the porn incident, he started driving me home late every Friday night after I babysat for he and his wife. It started off pretty innocent and fun at first. You know...simple flirting, like tickling me and putting his hand on my knee.

Was I attracted to him? Yes. Very. He gave me butterflies. It grew, that feeling, into something else. His wife Dominique was home fast asleep, so there was no need for him to rush. We started parking down the block from my house and making out.  That progressed to touching. I ached every time I stopped him and we drove the rest of the way to my house so he could drop me off. I inevitably ended up in my bed those nights, rubbing my soaking wet pussy to a delicious, mind-blowing orgasm, imagining just what ended up happening one night soon after in the front seat of his car.

It was the first time I'd ever had a dick in my mouth. I'd had some in my hand and grinded against some at parties. But I'd never been brave enough to initiate and the boys I'd been with had never been bold enough to ask, so I'd never actually tasted the thick length of a dick before. Until that night. Anthony parked the car down the block, which had become the routine. We proceeded to kiss and touch and do all those things we'd been doing for the past few weeks.

I had his dick in my hand, stroking it fast and hard, making him moan as he shoved my skirt up and pulled my panties aside. I'd learned quickly to wear skirts instead of jeans, giving his probing fingers easy access to my yearning pussy. He almost inevitably made me cum within a few minutes, shuddering against him, squeezing his dick in my hand until pre-cum leaked from the tip.

That night, he didn't stop after that first time. He grabbed me, my hair in his hand, pulling my head back so he could kiss me...hard...his tongue probing deep into my mouth. His fingers kept pistoning in and out of my flesh, his thumb rubbing my throbbing little clit. I twisted and arched against him, aching for that second cumming, working for it, rocking on his hand and begging him to make it come to pass.

That's when he lowered my head slowly to his lap. I remember understanding what he wanted, but being afraid. Afraid I'd do it wrong, or not know how. It really didn't matter, though. He was good at guiding me, sliding my mouth down onto his dick. I remember gagging a little, feeling him back off and catching my breath. So this is how it was done! Up and down with my mouth and tongue, the same motion I'd been making with my hand.

It was sloppy and uncontrolled, but I don't think he cared. My ass was in the air, my panties pulled down around my knees, my skirt up, and if a passing car had gone by and looked in, they might have gotten quite a view. He distracted me with his hand, fingering me as I sucked him, my pussy already on fire from his earlier attention. It didn't take me long to catch his rhythm and I ground my hips, sometimes forgetting about the throbbing dick in my mouth altogether.

The sound of his breath, his words, filled my ears. "Good girl, fuck yeah, such a good girl! Suck it, baby, that's it! SUCK ALL DAT BIG DICK! God ,that's so good baby...Erica..." My whole body filled with warmth and I sucked him harder, faster, making him buck and moan. I wanted something from him, I just didn't know what. I wanted something for myself, too. His fingers worked expertly in my pussy, finding my clit and rubbing, making me moan around his dick. I was so close to exploding I thought I would die!

I couldn't say anything...my mouth was too full of him, but I felt my climax coming and it made me suck him even harder. I was going crazy all over his dick, licking, sucking and slurping, the noises obscene and loud in the front seat of the car, the windows fogging with our panting breaths. I was cumming with his dick buried down in my throat, gagging on it at the same time as I rocked with my orgasm, fucking his hand, wanting more, more, more.

He cried my name out then...and it happened. I cried out, too, in surprise, as thick, hot spurts of cum flooded my tongue. I didn't know what to do but swallow it, wincing as the sweet nectar slid down my throat. It just kept coming, and he shuddered and grabbed my head, keeping me there, filling my mouth to overflowing again, so I had to swallow...again...and again. God, there was so much of it! Hot, sugary, pulsing waves of it as he cried out, "Oh fuck, oh God, oh yeahhhh baby yeah!"

He kissed me when it was over. Pulled my mouth to his and kissed me hard. He thanked me, too, and whispered into my ear what a good girl I was. I wanted to do it again. He was soft now, his dick and nuts just a fleshy mass at the base of his zipper and when I reached for him, he stopped me. Still, the longing in me didn't stop. I wanted more. I would be sure to get it the next time.

I definitely learned alot messing around with him...how to suck his dick, how to make him wait for it, how to tease him and take him to the edge. But I'll never forget that first time, the sweet surprise of it and the longing to just suck and suck and suck...to get my good girl reward.

Adventures In Babysitting - An Erotic Tale...

Adventures In Babysitting - An Erotic Tale...

I'm Erica and when I was sixteen, I started babysitting for Anthony and Dominique, a young couple who lived a couple blocks away from me. They went bowling and clubbing every Friday night and I'd watch their infant son, Corey. It was one of the easiest babysitting jobs I've ever had. Their baby was already asleep when I got there and never peeped once, although I did go check on him now and then just to make sure. They were a very nice couple, paid well and always said I could use the phone, watch what I wanted and eat whatever was in the fridge. Still, it's strange, being in someone else's house, watching someone else's television, eating someone else's food. It's easy to get bored while you're babysitting and it's actually a little lonely, sitting there by yourself all night.

Anthony and I used to sit in the living room while Dominique got ready—she was never ready when I showed up. He was very handsome, and I can't help but think he was attracted to me. He liked to flirt and ask me about school, and always inquired whether I had a boyfriend. One night when I was in college, he told me they'd rented a few movies and I was welcome to watch them. He left them on the top of the entertainment center and made a point of reminding me before they left, giving me a wink on the way out the door.

When I checked out the movies, I was surprised to find that two of them were porn movies! And this wasn't soft core stuff either. How did I know? Well, I put them in, of course. I knew when they'd be home and I knew I had a few hours before then, so I put the tape in the VCR and started to watch.

It was even more of a turn on, knowing he wanted me to watch, imagining him thinking about me, my jeans crumpled in a ball on the floor, my panties down to my knees, my legs spread and my fingers working my hot little clit as I watched women putting their asses in the air, begging to be fucked, watching big, hard dicks sliding into wet, open pussies. I came once, fast and hard, but feeling guilty, I turned off the movie, cleaned up and quickly got dressed.

I tried to distract myself. I checked on the baby. He was fine. I ate some of their ice cream and watched MTV. But my eyes kept going to those cases on top of the entertainment center and the ache between my legs just grew...and grew...until I couldn't resist and I put the movie back in again.

I wasn't going to touch myself. That's what I insisted when I put the movie in and sat on the couch. I just wanted to see...but as I watched, I felt myself getting wetter, my whole pussy throbbing.

I rubbed my hand over my jeans, laying back on the couch pillows, twisting with lust as I watched the blonde on the screen sucking his dick, his fingers playing with her hard nipples. I touched my own nipples, making them hard, watching as he bent her over and began to lick her pussy from behind. I couldn't even help it.

I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand inside, my pussy incredibly hot and wet under my fingers as I began to touch myself. He stood behind her, sliding his dick up and down her wet slit and I wondered what it would feel like. Now seventeen, I still hadn't had a dick inside of me yet, although I'd had one in my hand before. What would it feel like to be fucked, I wondered?

I shoved my jeans and panties down my hips, spreading my legs wide on the couch and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I fucked myself as I watched him fuck her, fingering my pussy and caressing my clit with my thumb. I wondered if he was thinking about me...Anthony...out bowling with his wife, secretly imagining the babysitter sprawled out on his couch and getting herself off?

The thought was both exciting and embarrassing and it made my whole body feel hot. My God, he was fucking her so hard and she moaned and twisted and fucked him back, her breasts swaying beneath her, her hair falling over her face. He was close to cumming, I could hear it in his voice, and then he whispered it, "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" and he pulled out of her pussy, leaving it wet and gaping as he began to shoot hot, white spurts of cum all over her ass.

She moaned and rolled her hips like she liked the feel of it running down the crack of her ass, through the wet, pink cleft of her pussy and I couldn't hold back anymore. Hearing him cum, watching waves of it erupting from the thick head of his dick took me over the edge! I was cumming, again, right there on the couch, my hips bucking and twisting, my whole body trembling as all of the juices my pussy contained coated my thighs and dripped all over my fingers.

Feeling guilty again, I quickly cleaned again, pulled my jeans up and turned off the movie. I watched Def Comedy Jam and fell asleep on the couch until they got home. I couldn't even look at him when they paid me. But I do remember, the next week when I went to babysit, Anthony asked me, "Did you like the movies we rented last week?" I froze and blinked at him and he winked. "I noticed you didn't rewind them." Ah, the days before DVDs. VCR tapes told tales.

Beyond embarrassed, I apologized, but my whole body flushed at the hot look in his eyes. He was about to say something, but Dominique came in and he didn't have the opportunity. I knew, then, that he'd imagined me doing just what I did on his couch that night and the thought made me wet. He didn't leave any porn that time, but I didn't need it. I stretched out on the couch and touched myself again that night, remembering the way he looked at me...

Monday, October 17, 2011

Countdown - An Erotic Letter...

Countdown - An Erotic Letter...

Smith, Adrian DC#45896
c/o Maryland Correctional Institution - Jessup
Post Office Box 549
Jessup, MD 20794

September 16, 2011

Adrian,

Every morning I check the calendar. Twenty-seven days, baby. I'm marking it with big red X's, one day at a time. I can feel you closer to me even now. When I close my eyes, I swear I can feel your heart beating with mine and I can't help wanting you here. God, just wanting you so much! Twenty-seven days feels like forever, even though we've already waited this long. So long. Can you believe it's been FIVE years?

Soon you'll be here with me—just laying in bed. Imagine it, a morning like this one, with me in your arms. Can you? Damn, I can't wait. How can twenty-seven days feel like an eternity?

I know you said that you're nervous—of how it might be, awkward or strange between us, when you're finally home again. It won't be. We've clicked since the very first time we set eyes on each other. Think of all the things we know about each other, all of the times we've shared. My heart is open to you—I've never shared it with anyone.

And soon we'll be together again, face to face, touching each other, no longer just words on paper and pictures. I can't help thinking about it, about you, what it will be like for us in those moments.

I wonder, too sometimes, if we'll be shy together, if it will be awkward and strange at first. But I really think it will be just as instant as it has been from the beginning. Whatever connection we have, it's powerful and undeniable. No one has ever known me, ever seen into me, like you do. I don't understand it and I'm really learning to accept that I never will… and that I don't need to.

I don't even think we're gonna make it to the bedroom, do you? I play it out in my head, a hundred different ways. I know you do, too. I can't even imagine what it's been like for you, five years without the sweet softness of a woman. Do you know what it does to me, just thinking about being the first woman you've touched in five years? I'm wet just imagining it.

I know you're looking at the picture I sent with this letter and I KNOW what you're thinking—no, I don't have any panties on underneath the dress. I'm so bad! And I won't be wearing any when you show up at my door, either.

I'll open the door and there you'll be, your eyes filled with anticipation and lust, your bags in your hands. There might be a moment of hesitation, but you'll know what I want, the minute I look into your eyes. How could you not? It's always been yes with you. My whole body is yours for the taking.

A skirt, yeah, that's what I'm gonna wear for you. It's gotta be short though, with a button-down blouse so you can rip it off me. Kick the door closed and come over here, baby, because I've got something warm and soft and wet for you to sink into. I'm so yours.

Wet, shaved and smooth for you, just like you like it...and it's time for you to take it baby! Turn me around, bend me over the arm of the chair and shove my skirt up to my waist. The soft, round curve of my ass in your hands…can you feel it Daddy? I'd open my legs wide for you, reach around and grab my ass cheeks and spread them. Do you like what you see?

It's so pink inside and it's been wet for hours because you're all I can think about, your dick buried in me to the hilt. I want it, I'll show you where with my fingers, pressing deep into my pussy. Yes, my hot, wet pussy. Can you hear the quivering moan of my anticipation, as I look back over my shoulder at you?

Is your dick hard for me, baby? Stroke it in your hand…rub it right against my pussy, up and down between those smooth, baby-soft lips. Can you feel the heat of it, the years of waiting, longing for just this moment, with me bent over and ready for you, wanting you like I've never wanted any other man? I've waited so long and I know you've waited, too.

How long do you think we could stay there, savoring the moment, before you finally plunged the heat of your dick into me? A minute? Maybe two? It wouldn't be long before our appetites took over. I would probably moan and clap my ass as you watch and then say, "Please, Daddy, don't tease me...Put it in me now!"

It doesn't matter how. I just know that we wouldn't wait and we wouldn't stop until we were satisfied. It would be a wild, violent, frenzied fuck—you pounding that dick into me, our flesh slapping together as I bent over the arm of the chair, feeling it move a little across the floor with every new thrust.

And I would beg you to fuck me. Harder, faster, deeper! More, more, more! I can't get enough, I can never have enough of you. There's no end to how much I want you and the moment my pussy had you inside, I'd never wanna let you go. The wet squeeze of my flesh around yours, can you feel it baby? Drawing you deeper, making you groan and grunt against me.

Do you see how my ass raises up in the air for you, me standing on my tiptoes, my body asking you for more? I can't help it. I'm helpless with lust, wanting you, needing you to fill me to my very core. I'd grind and back this ass up against you, rolling my hips, panting, gasping and moaning as you fucked me senseless.

"Fuck me, baby! God, please, don't ever stop!"

But it couldn't go on that way, you know, burning so hot between us, for long—that delicious friction building, your dick swelling up inside of me, my pussy clamping down on you with its velvet squeeze as my orgasmic juices flow all over you.

How long has it been since you nutted inside of a woman? Since you've experienced that moment that every man lives for—burying yourself so deep inside of her that you can't tell where either of you begins or ends, that one ecstatic moment of bliss?

I wanna be that woman—the one you take, fuck, and fill. Cum inside of me, baby. I want to feel you grip my hips so hard you leave bruises and shove your dick so far up into me I can almost taste your cum when you shoot it, waves of white-hot pleasure filling my pussy so much I can't even contain it! Can you feel it seeping out around the edges, dripping down the weight of your balls?

So much cum in there for me…all for me. And I want every last drop. Promise me you'll save it for me, baby. I want it all!

Oh my goodness! I'm soaking wet now…my pussy is so swollen and I want you so much I can barely breathe. Twenty-seven days left! Why does it feel like this? I can't stand another twenty-seven minutes, let alone twenty-seven days! One more red X on the calendar. One more day closer to you baby.

You got me missing you like crazy boy! I say I can't wait, but you know I will. I have to. I've never loved anyone like I love you and I never will again. Your journey home to me is almost over. And I'll be here with open arms babe...

Faithfully yours,
Your Salacious Vixen

Necessary Roughness - An Erotic Tale...

 Necessary Roughness - An Erotic Tale...

My wrists are handcuffed together behind my back. On my knees on the bed, bent over so my shoulders are down on the mattress, I wait for you. Naked, my nipples are aching and hard and I'm already so wet in anticipation of your arrival. Silently begging you to hurry, please hurry, please come to me to satisfy my lust, the sheer need I have for you, the need to feel your skin, your breath, your dick...Begging you in my head, but knowing you'll take your time - you love making me wait for you.

I hear your keys in the lock and my pulse races as my breath quickens. You won't come to me immediately, you're gonna take your time hanging up your coat, checking the mail - the usual. I can hear your footsteps in the hallway behind me and I hold my breath for a moment, but exhale slowly when you pass by the doorway in silence. I'm tense, anxious and ready, but still you make me wait. When you enter you don't speak, but I can hear the metallic jingle of your belt buckle coming undone, your zipper descending and your pants falling to the floor. Your hands are suddenly on my hips, gripping hard, pulling me to you and in one long stroke, you're deep inside me.

Your fingers dig further into my skin as you fuck me fast and rough...in, out and back again, using my hot, slick pussy to work off the frustrations of your day. One hand is on the middle of my back now, pushing me down into the mattress, forcing my ass higher up into the air. Your breathing is ragged and I can hear the wet sounds of our skin coming together, but still you say nothing to me. After another round of deep thrusts, you pull out, grab a handful of my hair and pull me back towards you and then off the bed. I've hardly settled onto my knees before your dick is urgently pressing its way between my lips to be worshiped and loved by my mouth.

I open my lips to you as you push inside, covering your hot skin with my tongue and the taste of me on your dick is almost enough to make me cum right then and there. Your hands are in my hair, pulling me to you, pushing me away from you, forcing me to take all of you into my throat. You pull almost all the way out, then slowly, oh so slowly feed me your dick an inch at a time, pulling back if I try to take more. You thrust lightly in and out, taking your time, reveling in the sensation, nothing more on your mind than the way my tongue feels as it glides back and forth over your dick, my eyes never leaving yours.

You pull out again and before I can be disappointed, you pull me to my feet and push me back onto the bed, my arms still cuffed and straining behind me. You push my legs up as far as they'll go as you thrust your dick so deeply into me over and over and over again. I can feel my orgasm rising and your dick is hitting my G-spot with every stroke. Before I know it, before I can even stop myself, my pussy starts to contract, clenching your dick inside it's warm, wet walls...I'm cumming all over your dick, screaming your name and all the expletives I could think of.

You withdraw again and stand still, waiting for me to clean my juices from your dick and once I've caught my breath, I do. I bend to you, licking your dick, making soft sucking noises - I don't want to leave any of it. As I take the head of your dick back between my lips, I feel you swelling, so hard and so much bigger than I remember you. A groan escapes from the back of your throat and you tangle your hands in my hair once again. You're pulling hard, pulling my face close to your stomach, thrusting your pipe as far into my mouth as you can. I know it won't be long now and I start sucking you faster, knowing what you want, knowing what you need from me.

As you start to cum, you force yourself into my throat - you want me to choke on all that dick...and I do. My lips hug the base of your dick now and the first spurt of your creamy, hot cum lands on the back of my tongue. I swallow you greedily, not fully satisfied until your knees buckle and you smile at me with approval. You retrieve the key and take the handcuffs off for me. As I rub my wrists in relief, I eye the handcuffs and smile. As you recover on the bed with your eyes closed, you don't even realize I cuffed your hand to the bedpost until the loud click gives me away. Opening your eyes with shock, you look at your hand confined to the bedpost, then back at me and shake your head...you realize that it's MY turn now and you KNOW your ass is in trouble! THE GAME HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN...

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Groundhorny Day - An Erotic Tale...

Groundhorny Day - An Erotic Tale...

Yesterday I woke up wanting you, needing your fingers inside me, your tongue on my clit, and your dick. Mmmmm, I need your dick so bad! I thought about it for hours, before I texted you, before I called, before I begged you to fuck me.

Before I even got out of bed, my pussy was already wet with the need for you, my nipples already hard. I imagined you there, watching me. I leaned back on the big pillows of my bed with my legs spread wide, head thrown back, eyes closed, and slipped my fingers down to my already swollen clit. I traced teasing little circles around it, never quite touching, never quite giving in. I brought my fingers back up to my mouth and sucked the slippery wetness off of them, then pinched and rolled my nipples with those wet fingers. Pinched them hard, a little too hard, really, which is exactly the way I like it. Pulled them, rolled them, leaned down and licked them lightly, one after the other, tasting the faintest trace of my own juice on them. I reached for the vibrator I keep in the drawer next to my pillow, twisted the base and thrust it all the way into my pussy. Pulling it almost all the way out, sliding it back in slowly. God, so slowly. All the way back in again and again, fingers of the other hand twisting my nipples, playing with my clit, bringing me all the way up to the edge and then slowing all the way down, over and over and over again until the world that exists outside of the junction between my thighs ceased to exist. In and out, out and in, faster, harder, pounding my tight pussy and I heard someone calling your name, moaning loudly. I realized it was me, it was my voice! It was my need and I couldn't hold it back any longer. I screamed out for you as I came, came so hard and so long that when it was over, I collapsed back against the pillows to catch my breath.

When I could stand again, albeit on shaking legs, I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, intending to wash my sins away. Something made me think of you (as if I'd stopped) and as I stood there under the hot spray of the shower lathering myself up, I almost involuntarily started to tease myself again.  I began tweaking my slippery nipples, rubbing the tips of them lightly with the tips of my fingers, sliding the roughness of the washcloth over them, then down between my legs, rubbing back and forth until I knew I had to cum again. I took the showerhead down to rinse the lavender body wash away and once that was done, turned the showerhead to the fast spray setting and parted my legs to press it up against my clit. The warm water fell in sheets from between my thighs, the tiny jets pounding my clit which throbbed in time with my heart. I turned the water up, hotter, something that felt more like the heat of your mouth and as it warmed it pushed me over the edge and I came with my hips bucking like they would on your tongue.

I managed to stop for a little while then, long enough to get a few things done around the house. But when I sat down to flip on the TV, it was still on the sex channel and I'm only human after all! The girl on the screen was getting thoroughly fucked from behind, his hands on her ass, slapping and pulling her back onto him and I could almost feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back, filling me up with your rock hard dick. I got up to get the vibrator I'd been using earlier and as I sat back down, hooked one leg over the arm of the couch and plunged it into my wetness yet again. My left hand teased my clit while the right fucked my tight pussy with this pulsating toy, mimicking the action I was watching. When she climbed on top, I paused it and went to find the dildo I have with the suction cup on the bottom, stuck it to one of the dining room chairs and pressed play as I slid down onto it. It was bigger than I'm used to and it hurt ever so slightly as I stretched to take it all in. I faced the back of the chair to have something to grab onto, and the faster the girl onscreen rode her big dick, the faster I rode mine. My pussy was dripping with need, the wetness pooling underneath me, and I fucked myself through two orgasms before I just couldn't take anymore.

I rinsed off in the shower soon after and stretched out on the bed again to recover. I fell into a light sleep and dreamt of you, naked, hard and just out of reach. I chased you through my dreams for at least an hour and woke up breathing heavily and wet yet again.

I texted you and after five minutes with no response I called you. When you picked up, my fingers were already gliding over my skin, vibrator already deep inside my pussy, and I tried to pretend for the first three seconds that I wasn't calling to have you fuck me. I couldn't stop myself, couldn't slow my breathing, couldn't fake my way out of it. You knew, and as soon as I realized that you did, I gave up all pretense and begged you for what I needed. I begged you to talk to me, to whisper the dirty things you know turn me on, to tell me what you wanted, what you wanted me to do, what you'd do to me. As I moaned and listened to you beat your dick, I pushed and pulled that vibrator out of the depths of my pussy, shoving it in hard and fast when you were pounding me, making me your nasty lil' bitch, and more slowly when it was just teasing. You made me cum three more times before you finally exploded all over your chest and stomach. I was so drained and absolutely could not move. I couldn't have cum again if you paid me! As we hung up with smiles a mile wide, I drifted back off to sleep and there you were again...ready to fuck me in my dreams...all night long.

This morning I woke up wanting you, needing your fingers inside me, your tongue on my clit, and your dick...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Lusting Bride - An Erotic Tale...

 The Lusting Bride - An Erotic Tale...

She awoke earlier than usual this morning. Laid in bed for a moment, knowing that there must be some reason for it - usually she sleeps right through the alarm - and then remembered: it's her wedding day. The house is quiet, the rest of the wedding party cleared out the night before to give her some peace and privacy to ready herself for her big day.

She stretched lazily, rolling out of bed and into the bathroom to run a bath. She added a little bubbling oil, the one that makes her feel sexy, and slipped into the steaming water. As she soaked, she thought more about her fiancé Alonzo, a really great guy, one she thought she could be happy with, but who gave her pause when it came to one thing: he had never really made her hot with desire. He was very smart, sweet and romantic indeed, but just could never seem to completely please her sexually. At least not the way she'd hoped he would. Not like her ex-boyfriend did. Not like Jimmy.

Thinking about Jimmy always shortened her breath, made her heartbeat a little faster and caused instant wetness between her legs. She couldn't recall exactly how many times thoughts of Jimmy brought her to climax with Alonzo. He just always seemed to know where to touch her and how she needed to be pleased. She let her head fall back to rest on the porcelain, and spread her legs under the silky water. Her fingers trailed down her body, across her breasts, pausing only to pinch each nipple softly, then down between her legs to her naked slit. She teased herself by barely touching the lips for as long as she could stand it, until her clit was swollen and throbbing between them, before giving in and rubbing it slowly.

Using both hands now, she rubbed little circles on her clit with one, and inserted two fingers from the other hand into her pussy, pumping in and out, not too quickly, but not too slowly - the way she liked it most. She thought about the ex, the way he loved to go down on her, to eat her pussy until she was crying out for him to let her cum and the way he'd lap at it afterward, cleaning up the juices. Her fingers moved faster under the water, her back arching up...up...higher, until she reached her peak and called his name out to the ceiling as she came.

She soaked awhile longer, idly playing with her pussy and when the water started to turn cold, she got out and dried herself with a thick towel. She sat naked at her dressing table to put on her makeup, then opened the box that her mother had given her last night. In it lay an exquisite white satin corset, a white garter belt and a pair of sheer silk stockings.

She dressed herself in them, admiring the way her firm breasts with their perky nipples sat proudly above the corset, the line of the garter belt around her waist, and the whisper light stockings as they slid almost effortlessly up her toned, tanned legs. She admired the view for a moment, nipples erect, skin dewy from the heat of the bathwater, pussy bare between her stocking clad legs. The doorbell rang, and she threw on a short white silk robe, then flew down the stairs to answer it.

A good looking, heavily muscled man stood there, cap in hand, his brown eyes almost popping out of his head, and she realized she'd forgotten to tie the robe closed. She did it now, unembarrassed, and asked if she could help him.

"I'm your driver, Darryl, miss," he said, eyes still wide, "I'm here to pick you up to take you to the church."

"I'm not quite ready, as you can see, so please, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be down in a few minutes." He came in and settled onto the couch and she flew back up the stairs to her room.

"Handsome," she thought. "I wonder what he'd be like in the sack?" She put it from her mind as she stepped into her gown, strapless, low cut, slit up to here. Not quite your traditional dress, but she wasn't your traditional bride. She fiddled with the zipper but couldn't quite get it all the way up to the top and it was only after a minute or two of fussing with it that she realized she'd have to ask for help.

"Darryl?" she called down the stairs, "could you help me for a moment, please?" She didn't think it was entirely proper for him to come up to her bedroom, so she walked down the stairs to where he waited in the living room.

"My zipper, I can't reach it and...would you do this up for me?" He smiled and as he reached out to her, one of his warm hands touched the skin on the back of her neck, sending a shiver up her spine.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, "your husband is a very lucky man!" At that, she burst into tears. Darryl put his strong arms around her without thinking, and she snuggled into him, where, to her surprise, she felt quite safe. They walked awkwardly to the couch and sat down.

"Hey," he said, "you'll be okay. It's natural to be nervous, but there's no time for tears. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life." He kissed her forehead and she realized that her pussy - which always had a mind of it's own - was reacting again. She leaned in to him further and he held her tighter and kissed her forehead again.

She raised her face to meet him then and kissed him full on the lips. If he was surprised, he didn't show it, but instead accepted her kiss, and kissed her back with an intensity that shocked them both. She slipped her tongue into his mouth to meet his and reached out to caress the growing bulge in his pants.

He broke the kiss, "I don't think we should..." he started to say, and she interrupted him with another kiss.

"We should," she said, "please, I need this, I need you..."

She turned to face him now, stood up, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, removed the veil, then got down onto her knees in front of him, and reached for his belt buckle. As she undid his pants, he caressed her full breasts, tweaking the still hard nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Once she freed his beautiful dick from its cloth prison, she leaned in and took him all the way into her mouth, causing him to groan aloud. "That shit feels so good," he said, "don't stop."

She licked him up and down, wrapped her tongue around the head of his dick, sucking gently, then took him all the way back into her mouth with increasing speed and passion. In and out, up and down she sucked him, his dick swelling more with each pass of her tongue.

His hands on her shoulders pushed her back before helping her up into his lap, where she slid down his hard dick in one smooth, effortless stroke. She called his name then, as she bounced up and down on him, but his only answer was to suck on her nipples, first one, then the other, biting just a little.

"Harder," she demanded, and he increased pressure, raising goosebumps on her soft skin.

"Fuck yes," she cried, head thrown back, "now fuck me Darryl, fuck me so hard..."

He held her hips then, digging his fingers in to better hold on to her and pounded her hot little pussy with all the force he could muster. Her moans of pleasure echoed in his ears and he fucked her even harder, harder than he'd even thought possible. He felt her pussy contract around him, over and over again and used the thumb of one hand to tease her clit.

"Yes, yes, OH GOD YES, I'm about to cum...now now NOWWWW," she howled, and collapsed against him, breathing heavily.

After a moment, she stood again, pulled him to his feet and once again knelt in front of him. She opened her lips and put her mouth on him, licking every inch of it to clean the juices off his dick, to taste the way they mingled together on his flesh. She stroked his balls gently as she sucked him, in and out of her mouth, out and in, almost like it was to a rhythm. His hands were in her hair, and he felt his balls tighten, the head of his dick swell, and before he knew it, he was crying out his lust for her as he came all over her tongue.

She looked up at him, watching his face, and pulled away a moment too soon, so that the last spurt of his hot cum landed on her bottom lip. She licked it off slowly, in a very feline manner and smiled at him. "I have an hour before I have to be at the church," she said as she led him to her bedroom, "and I'm not quite finished with you yet." Needless to say, she walked down the aisle with quite a smile on her face!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Movie Mischief - An Erotic Tale...

 Movie Mischief - An Erotic Tale...

I really don't want to see this movie, but I know you do, and because you're excited and asked me with that smile you know I can't say no to, we're sitting here in the back row, teasing each other and waiting for it to start. The theater is relatively empty, though there are a few people scattered here and there.

The previews are over and as the room darkens I feel something fall down the front of my top - it's a Sweet Tart you threw at me! Why are you so silly? I dig it out, shove it down the front of your pants and laugh in retaliation. You tell me it's okay, because I'm just going to have to find it later. I roll my eyes and shake my head at you. I rest my hand on your crotch, rubbing softly every once in awhile, and I feel you get slightly hard. Something about that always makes me wet because I love to know you're turned on and I shift a little in my seat. The movie's starting and you put your arm around me. I smile and cuddle closer to you.

I can feel your fingers resting lightly on my breast and I can't concentrate on anything but that. I'm trying to distract you a little by blowing in your ear, but you're watching the movie, so I figure I'll just amuse myself. I purposely wore a skirt with no panties in case things got hot and heavy and I'm so glad I did! I turn slightly, spread my legs and slide my hand down, gasping slightly when I find my clit and start rubbing little circles around it. I'm breathing a little faster, but you still don't notice - or at least you're pretending you don't. Something about being in public masturbating next to you is so hot to me, turning me on more than usual and I'm getting close to cumming much faster than usual. I know you're paying attention now because your fingers reach over and pinch my nipple, then you're rubbing it with your thumb and that was exactly the push I needed. I'm trying to be quiet as I cum, but tiny little moans escape and you put your hand over my mouth.

I realize in all the time we've been together, I've never gone down on you in a movie theater. I wanted that to change. NOW. I reach over and undo your belt slowly. You look over at me questioningly, but I'm watching the movie and you must figure I know what I'm doing, because you look away. I wait a few minutes, then reach over and unzip your jeans. You look at me again, but I'm still not looking at you. I wait a little while longer, until you've forgotten and are engrossed in the screen again, then I slide out of my seat and down onto the floor in front of you. You look down at me, wondering if I really will do it, just as I'm reaching into your pants and pulling your dick out.

I lean forward and take you in my mouth. I can feel you getting hard on my tongue and I love it. I'm licking you, sucking just a little harder than I normally would. I'm so turned on at the idea of this that I want you to cum right then and there. My mouth is really wet and I'm slurping noisily - you whisper for me to be quiet because a couple of people are trying to look around and see what's going on. I'm too invested in it and I don't care, my one and only concern is making you cum. I pull back and look up at you - your eyes on mine - and slowly and deliberately take your dick in my mouth again. This time I'm only using one hand - the other is feverishly rubbing my clit. We BOTH want you to be inside me right now, but neither of us want to risk being caught.

Your hands are on my head now, pushing me down on your dick, fucking my mouth so fast I can hardly catch my breath as you whisper to me that you're gonna cum. I excitedly grab your dick and take all of you in my mouth, deep throating you to ecstasy as you gasp and explode all down my throat. My legs began to shake, I moan on your dick as I cum and the juices of my pussy drip onto the carpet under me. I proceed to swallow all of you and pull your dick out of my mouth while your body continues to spasm. I take you in my mouth again, clean it from base to tip, kiss the head, pull your pants back up and sit back down beside you, smiling as I savor the taste of you and take in what just occurred.

I look over at you to see if you're still watching the movie, and you are - sort of. You look a little dazed though - in kind of an orgasm-induced stupor. Knowing I just blew your mind makes my smile even bigger. I'm anticipating the end of this movie and the beginning of one of our own when we get back to your place! ;)

Wishful Thinking [Part 1] - An Erotic Letter...

Wishful Thinking [Part 1] - An Erotic Letter...

Baby,

The things I would do to you if you were here with me right now...

I would start by slowly moving closer to you, kissing you ever so softly, passionately, on your lips...savoring the taste of you...running my hands over your body memorizing each and every muscle with my hands.

You would run your fingers through my hair and pull me closer, pressing your lips harder against mine, so hungry for my kisses. I begin to feel your hardness grinding against my pussy through our clothes. I can't wait to get you inside of me....but first, I want to play a little, get both of us REALLY excited and get me dripping wet so that your big dick can slide in with ease.

You begin to play with my breasts through my shirt, eagerly pulling at my erect nipples, teasing me...you know I like it rough! My shirt is now unbuttoned, sliding off of my shoulders exposing my red and black lace bra. You start kissing down my neck, over my breasts and then remove my bra so that you can taste my nipples. You playfully nibble on me as I moan with pleasure and draw you nearer, unbuttoning your shirt now, and then moving down to your pants.

Once your pants hit the floor you move down to slide off my low-rider jeans. You see I have a matching black and red lace thong on which turns you on even more. You turn me around, arms around my waist, one hand sliding down into my thong, over my now dripping pussy. You bend me over and slide the thong over my ass, down to my ankles, taking care to place a kiss over my wet pussy on the way down.

Now that my panties are off you can see my womanhood in all its glory, clean shaven lips glistening with my wetness. You lean in once again, this time licking my slit all the way from one end to the other, not missing a spot, savoring the taste of me. You turn me over once again and lay me down on the bed, legs spread wide giving you complete access to me. You kiss my inner thigh working your way down to where my luscious pussy meets in a crease and then again on the other side. Hovering over my lips you just breathe, letting me feel your breath making me want your tongue all over me even more than I already do. Finally your tongue finds my pussy and licks me all the way up to my clit and then you start to suck on my now excited pearl.

I'm already so hot for you that I can almost feel the beginning of my climax in only a minute's time. Watching you go down on me and love it is the ultimate turn on. You lick and suck my pussy, gradually going faster with your strokes and harder in your sucking until I climax in ecstasy in your mouth. I calm myself and immediately begin to return the favor.

You are already rock hard as I draw you close to my mouth. I tease you a bit with my tender kisses over your thighs, under your balls, and over your shaft. I slowly trace a figure 8 over your sac with my tongue and drop down right under it, tickling you with my tongue. Your dick twitches at my playful touch and I take one LONG sweeping stroke right up the very center of you, all the way up the shaft and over the head. I hover over the head for a second and then engulf it. Mmmm...you taste so good baby! I start working the head, sucking softly and slowly at first while I tickle your balls with my hand. I slowly move my hand up around your shaft and begin to move in unison with my mouth, bobbing up and down over your throbbing dick. I can feel you getting even harder as I continue to work. I don't want you to cum this way, not just yet...I have to feel you inside of me.

I start to make my way up your body with sweet kisses, straddling you, moving up until you can feel my warm juices dripping over your hard dick. I lower myself onto you and we both let out a sigh as you enter this tight, wet pussy. I rock my hips in a slow rhythm, increasing the tempo as we go along. You put your hands on my hips and drive your dick deeper into me, fucking me harder and faster. I LOVE IT! You feel yourself on the brink of cumming and pull back, you can't cum just yet, not with only one position. You flip me over onto my back and raise my legs above my head and onto your shoulders, pummeling this pussy nice, hard and deep. You continue to fuck me harder and faster until finally you just have to let everything go and we both cum together, soooo hard...soooo sweet...soooo good! You amaze me everytime.

Our bodies collapse together and we lay still as we catch our breath, so wet, so satisfied. That was the best orgasm we have ever had together, but we know there will be more to come, and that won't be the last that we share...

See you soon baby... ;)

*Kisses*

Your Salacious Vixen

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Don't Leave Ya Man 'Round Me - An Erotic SEXperience...

Don't Leave Ya Man 'Round Me - An Erotic SEXperience...

I could not keep from smiling. I looked down the road as the hot summer sun began to set. I had to shake my head a few times because I couldn't believe what I had just done...it was just too unbelievable. Yet the proof was still running down my legs as I drove home with a quickness. The night breeze felt good against my skin and made my already sensitive nipples as hard as rocks, practically poking through my shirt. I realized then that my bra was gone, discarded somewhere on my friend Cici's bathroom floor.

My face turned red and I could feel the heat burning my cheeks at the thought of being caught. I hoped he was smarter than I gave him credit for, but still my mind raced with excuses of why my bra would be on her floor. Nothing I could think of sounded good and I just thanked God that I didn't have to face her for a few days. I hoped I could come up with some brilliant reason why by then, maybe I wouldn't have to. I started to laugh out loud at the entire situation.

The radio was blaring Beyonce's Freakum Dress and my heart was beating hard as I smacked my hand against my steering wheel, either from fear or satisfaction...I couldn't tell which. My jean skirt rode upwards as I pressed down on the accelerator. Only moments ago, these thighs were being showered with licks and kisses. I ran my fingers from my knees backwards, slowly feeling the traces of sticky wetness leftover from Jayden. I let out a moan unconsciously. I continued to massage my thighs, rubbing his cum into my skin as my fingers roamed freely. I could feel my heartbeat pulse through my still swollen clit. His lips had formed so tightly around it earlier that I could hardly brush against it without shivering now.

I had always been the "good one", the "nice one", the "virginal one", the one that went to church every Sunday and volunteered in the community, the one that everyone confided in...but I had just fucked my friend's man! I didn't start out like this! I was raised conservatively! I was taught that sex was something that was 1) done in the dark after 10:00pm, 2) done when everyone else was asleep and 3) done very quietly. But I had to admit, I wasn't quiet that night...a few times I had lost complete control of myself and screamed in ecstasy...yelling his name, begging him to go faster and digging my heels into him to make him go even deeper. It wasn't that I was a virgin, but I always thought sex should be like the love scenes shown on Showtime, all fuzzy and sweet without sweat. I was taken aback when I screamed for him to fuck me faster, I couldn't believe I was saying that until I heard my own voice. I was being a complete slut and I loved it!

As I brushed my hair back I could smell the sex on me. Instead of being embarrassed about it as I usually would, I reveled in it and I even licked the taste of his cum off my finger tips. I couldn't believe how turned on I still was after all that I had done. Who would have guessed when I woke up this morning that I would be in this situation? I woke up this morning like it was any other Saturday, took a nice long shower and ran out to Dunkin Donuts to get a few blueberry muffins and a latte. I read my magazines on the balcony, watching the world pass by my apartment before I started my day.

I was taken out of my daze by the phone ringing. Cici had just bought a new house and was wondering if I’d come over to help put up new handles and fixtures in her outdated bathroom. We had agreed that we'd meet around 7pm or so. I hung up the phone and went about my day. I had put on my favorite jean skirt and a red button down shirt and sandals. Nothing special really. Being that it was a hot day I decided to wear my hair in a pony tail and my Poppin' Strawberry lip gloss. When I finally made it to Cici's house, I was a little late and she had already started without me. I could tell she was a bit upset but I knew as soon as we got it done she'd be aight.

"I was wondering when you’d show up." She said screwing in a chrome handle.

"Sorry, I got busy running around and found myself way out White Marsh! But I brought my screwdrivers gurl!" I said as I pulled two out of my purse. I was excited that I knew the difference between a Phillips and a flat head.

"Well, because I didn't know when you were coming I called Jayden to come over to help. He’s going to be here like any minute now!"

"I said I'm sorry. Damn...You knew I would get here." I shook my head and started rummaging through her new collections of chrome plated fixtures. I wanted to kick myself for being late, actually for ALWAYS being late.

Now, Cici's friend Jayden was a bit more than a friend to her. Cici had been dating him for a few months now and from what she had told me slept with him a few times last month. She really liked him and I still hadn't met him yet. Everyone had told me he was fine as shit, but then my preferences had always been somewhat different from my friends. I always liked the guys who had the nice smiles, the clean cuts and the BIG DICKS, I rarely strayed from that! I knew Jayden worked in construction so I already wasn't impressed. I was definitely WRONG AS SHIT!

I thought my jaw had dropped to the floor when he came up to the door. He had jet black dreds that crept past his chin with dark brown eyes and a well defined chest that I could see even through his shirt. He smiled and I melted instantly. I was able to somehow mutter a few words about Cici being in the bathroom and I followed closely behind him. When Cici looked up, I did the "okay" sign with my fingers, showing my approval. I stole glimpses of him as he drilled through the walls and hung the brackets to the towel rack. Every once in awhile he looked back at me and I smiled uncontrollably.

I hadn't gotten anything done and the screws that I did manage to get in the walls weren't holding up the handles. The screws that came with the handles were too small and fell through the wide holes I'd made, so when I grabbed the drawer by the handle it fell out completely. I looked over to Cici who noticed my predicament and she motioned for Jayden to help me. He walked over and brushed up against me as he made everything better.

"I can finish up this side of the wall and she can finish those sets of mall mounts there but in order to get the rest of this done, I'll need to get some stuff. We can finish up tomorrow since it's getting late." He said to Cici.

"Oh, I see." Cici hesitated. "Couldn't you get the things tonight?"

"It's a long drive back and it is getting pretty late. If there is a Wal-Mart or something like that around here you could pick up the stuff and I’d be able to get it all done in about an hour."

"Be right back." Cici grabbed my arm and led me to hallway. "Listen, I need you to run to the store and get those things. I can't let him go home."

"Ummm, it's not going to be a good idea. I'm not sure where it is or what I’m suppose to get." I said truthfully.

"Ugh, Niecy, come on! I don't want him to go home!"

"Then you go. I'll finish up the wall stuff on my side so when you get back here, there won't be a reason for me to stay. So you two can be alone."

"Good idea. Whatever you do, don't let him to go home."

"Aight..."

I've Already Fucked Him...YOUR Man Is NEXT!


When Cici rushed out of the house with her list in hand, I was actually relieved. I didn't know why exactly but I was soon to find out. Jayden and I made small talk about how we both knew Cici and things like that while finishing up the few things that we could. I sat on her vanity and watched him work as he talked about his job, but I don't know if I even caught half the things he was saying. I couldn't help but to stare at his body and the way his muscles flexed.

"Could you come over here and hold onto this for a second?," he asked.

I was there in a flash. While holding up the bar as he measured the holes I don't know why but I brushed back the dreds that kept falling over his eyes. He looked at me with his questioning eyes and all that I could do was smile. I realized then that my hand was still on his face, feeling the stubble of his goatee. He turned his head and kissed my palm. I felt the sensation rush from my finger tips to the very core of me. I exhaled and he grabbed my face pulling me to a kiss. His mouth smashed against mine pressing my lips apart. I was so absorbed in his kiss that I dropped the bar with a loud clang on the floor and wrapped my hands around his neck.

He lifted me by my waist as I wrapped my legs around his hips. He laid me onto the edge of the sink. His mouth ravaged me, sucking on my neck while he pulled at my clothes. Wildly, I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his muscular chest that felt so good against me. His hands quickly and frantically worked on my buttons until out of sheer frustration I just tore it off myself. He pushed my body back slightly and looked over my chest as I unhooked my bra and threw it somewhere over his shoulder. He pressed his thumbs onto my nipples then rubbed them in a circular motion before squeezing them roughly in his hands.

His mouth returned to mine eagerly as he pressed his hips between my legs, I felt as though he was trying to absorb all of me because he held me so tightly. I loved the way his chest hairs tickled my erect nipples. When he pulled away from the kiss, I tried to pull him back to me after I realized how much I loved the feeling of his lips running down my body. He held one of my nipples in his mouth and I threw my head back in pleasure. He went from one to the other. I leaned back onto my hands as he worked downward, kissing my stomach and lingering on my navel as his strong rough hands ran down my sides.

I pushed out my hips as his fingers hooked onto the waist band of my thong and slid them down my legs. He kissed the inner parts of my knees and continued up my thighs. He pushed up my skirt so that it was scrunched up around my waist. He gave a quick but thick lick between my slit and I sucked in a rapid breath. I opened my eyes as he continued to tease and lick only to see myself reflected in the huge bathroom mirror across from us. I could see how I looked, my legs spread apart with his head between them, my perky titties heaving with my nipples standing tall. I loved it! I loved how they looked right then, round and supple. When his tongue finally found my clit I started moaning so loudly. I just couldn't help it! It was incredible...having his wet tongue licking wildly, sending me to the extreme.

"Yes! YES, suck on that clit baby! Make me cum! YES!!!" I couldn't believe the words that were escaping my lips.

He heeded my words. I could feel the orgasm building, the overall warmth starting to spread through my body. The small tremors that started in the pit of my stomach spread out in waves as I clenched my teeth, my legs muscles tightened, my head tossed back and the fireworks exploded through me as I screamed. I couldn't believe it! I let go and just let my orgasm take over. I didn't care how I looked, I just wanted to enjoy every moment of this sensation. As I started to recover, I could feel his tongue licking up my juices, sucking on my lips and getting every drop of my cum. I was so hot that I knew I needed to suck his dick and return the favor.

I pushed him away and pulled him up to kiss him. I could taste the sweetness of my cum on his lips. I could feel his bulge pushing against my thigh through his jeans. I ran my hand over it, feeling the heat permeating through the denim. I slid my hand into the waistband searching for his dick. The silky smoothness of the head was too much. I don't know how I managed it, but in a single motion I had him in the position I was in and was starting to work on getting his pants off. I ripped off his boxers and planted my mouth on his dick. Normally, I would have taken my time and teased him but I desperately needed to have him in my mouth.

I took his shaft into my hands...working his head into my mouth, squeezing with just my lips and sucking deeply. I swirled and flicked my tongue all over him, running my fingernails over his balls and giving them a light massage. I started in an even rhythm, getting as much of his huge dick down my throat as I could. It was difficult to get him all in my mouth, in fact I couldn't even breathe at all but my need to have him overpowered me. He was running his fingers through my hair as my head bobbed up and down on his dick. I was moaning and humming when I got my first taste of his pre-cum. I worked even harder now, knowing how good he tasted. All of a sudden the phone on the counter rang.

I looked up into his eyes with a mouth full of dick wondering what we should do. In a split second, he picked up the phone and started to say something. I had half a mind to stop and let him talk but I wanted to taste his cum so badly. I licked his shaft and gave his balls a good tongue bath then continued to work the head of his dick between my lips again.

"Yes, those are the kind that you need to get. Uh...yeah...yeah...you can get that...uuh too. Ummm...Mmmm...just get anything. Okay...okay...see you in 15 minutes..." He hung up the phone.

I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips. I went to continue when he stopped me to my dismay.

"Nah baby, I wanna cum up in dat sweet pussy."

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing while pressing against me with his dick. I spread my legs apart easily as his hands gripped my ass, lifting me onto his pre-cum covered head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto his dick. He eased in, one inch at a time. I could feel the resistance of my pussy walls trying to accommodate his size as quickly as they could. Once I was filled, I squeezed my pussy muscles tightly so that he could feel them wrapping around him.

Then he started to pump into my dripping wet pussy with his dick, thrusting his hips into me. I was being impaled by his dick and loved every minute of it! I could hear a wet sucking sound coming from my pussy as well as my screams of pleasure. It didn't take long for me, I was so turned on that I came to my second orgasm immediately. I held onto him as my body spasmed in his arms.

"Fuck me Jayden, fuck this pussy! Yes, fuck me harder!" I screamed.

He placed me onto the counter so I could lean back onto the wall so that he could have leverage over me. He placed his hands on my hips and fucked my pussy like no one else ever had. I tried to meet his thrusts, lifting my hips and getting him deeper into me. I was shaking and trembling, screaming unknown words as the first shot of his cum burst inside of me. He collapsed on top of me as streams of cum filled me. When he recovered, he kissed and sucked on my lips. I was in pure ecstasy. That's when I heard the squeaking of brakes. My heart stopped. His eyes were wide open and I pushed him off of me. I grabbed my shirt and thong, putting them on as quickly as I could, grabbing my purse on the way out the door.

Unfortunately, as I was running to my car Cici was walking up the driveway. I tried to calm myself down as much as I could as we got closer.

"Hey, thanks Niecy! I got some extra things to make it a much more interesting night." She said pointing to the bag, walking past me and smiling.

I continued towards my car. "Have fun!," I said before racing off.

And now I'm racing home to try to figure out what I’m going to do next. My cell phone rang, waking me out of my flashback. The loud Lil' Kim Whoa ringtone made it almost impossible to ignore. I grabbed it quickly and answered, "Hello."

"Hey, it's Cici. Jayden just left! He didn't even finish! What happened?," she asked.

"Wh...What do you mean?," I stammered.

"What happened while I was gone? He left here all flushed. I think he's upset with me."

"I...I...I don't know...he seemed fine earlier."

"Hey, by the way...did you forget something here?"

My heart jumped into my throat.

"I can explain..."

"That's okay. I'll just bring them to work on Monday."

"Them?"

"Yeah, your screwdrivers. I found them when I was cleaning up the bathroom. I put everything back in the boxes and straightened up when I found them. Jayden left everything here, his entire toolbox..."

"Not everything...," I whispered. "Well, I'll talk to you later gurl. I'm really tired," I said, hanging up.

I could not get the big ass smile off my face as I fell asleep that night...Hey, if you got away with some shit like that...you'd be smilin' TOO!