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RyanBlack
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RyanBlack
Shy and Innocent Good Boy
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RyanBlack
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Just cause Wings made me remember it
Berries and Cream
Hers was a simple house in the country, lush gardens filled with flowers and herbs and hedgerows of berries surrounding the house and paths leading into a copse of trees bordered the pack of the property.
Her family had spent summers in the country at this house for nearly 2 centuries. Aurora remembered playing with her brothers in the surrounding fields, sitting up late with her father and reading plays and picking and preserving the berries with mum.
She was alone now. This summer her brothers had taken their families to the coast of Spain and her parents were long gone. A wistful look crossed her face as she sat under the covered arbor sipping tea on the warm August morning.
“Maybe coming here alone was a mistake” she thought to herself. “So many memories doesn’t mix well with so much silence.”
Never one to wallow in self-pity, Aurora closed her eyes and began to mentally plan her day. She was a list maker; always “organized” and “well planned” were the descriptors most likely to come from her friends and co-workers. “She is great with making everything ‘just so’” her last evaluation at work had said.
Standing and running her hands down the folds of her bright yellow knee length sundress, Aurora went inside to gather the things she would need to go berry picking. A floppy hat to protect her fair skin from the sun, some sun glasses, gloves and a basket for the berries she would pick today.
Pulling her long red hair into a tail, Aurora smiled remembering how Grandpa had always called her his “Red Beauty.” She was proud of the thick mane of hair which cascaded over her shoulders though she kept it tightly wound and put up for the rest of the year, in summer she was free to relax and be herself.
With her mental list made, her day charted and planned, Aurora left the house and began to stroll the paths towards the berry thickets and hedges at the back of the property plucking and placing in the basket s she went. The hedges were rather sparse this year and after nearly a hour of picking and occasionally sampling the delicious warm and juicy blackberries and raspberries the basket was not even half full. This was not nearly enough for making the preserves she had planned for the afternoon.
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
Aurora looked for the source of the sound and walked towards the adjoining property. An Irishman had bought the place last summer and Aurora had not met him yet. “This will be as good a time as any” she thought briefly—a slightly disparaging thought about “Irish New Money” flitted though her mind and Aurora quickly chased the thought away—it was petty and unkind—and she was not a snob, but still—she had heard loud music until late into the night last night coming from here and had seen an American “Jeep” tearing down the lane to the neighbors house the day before at far too high a rate of speed for a country road.
Aurora put aside her petty and unflattering thoughts and steeled herself to be gracious and meet the new neighbors.
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
As she approached the rear of the property still puzzled by the repetitive sound she began to pluck berries from these hedges as well they were much thicker nearly covered the vines here. She idly wondered why they should be so thick with fruit here and so sparse on her property. “I’m sure they wont mind if I share a few of their berries” Aurora thought absently thought as she plucked handful after handful as she approached the rear gardens of the house.
“Ka-THUNK”
“What is that sound?” Aurora became more and more curious as she neared the last hedgerow and peered over a thick border of brilliant summer yellow roses that exactly matched the shade of her dress.
“Ka-THUNK”
Peering through the thorny bloom covered stems, Aurora saw him. He was tall more than six feet certainly and shirtless. The muscles of his back flexed and bunched and surged as thick arms swung downward, “Ka-THUNK.” Two pieces of wood fell on either side of his wide spaced legs into knee high piles.
He was chopping wood, that’s what the sound had been. Obvious now that she had an image to go with the sound Aurora was much more distracted by the image than she had been by the sound. Her neighbor stood in front of her, wearing an Irish kilt, reaching barely to the top of his knees exposing clearly defined calves which disappeared into the tops of black work boots. A sheen of sweat covered his tapered torso and she could detect the unmistakable odor of MAN from even the 5 meters which separated them.
He bent over and then stood again, up came his arms, the fabulous flexing of his back and again the sound “Ka-THUNK” rang across the distance between them. Only this time there was a corresponding clenching in her abdomen which had Aurora flushed and flustered.
For three or four minutes she watched him work and with each splitting sound her body responded to him. She was out of control and her face had a sheen of perspiration of its own as the lower parts of her body chose its own direction and engaged in lustful wanting, while her brain struggled to regain its footing. Just when she was about to turn and flee, the man turned to face her. She was undone.
The thick chest, and tight abdomen were covered with hair and perspiration and she had the sudden vision of her own hair splayed across his torso with his hands running through it. Auroras nipples recently peaked and slightly crinkled now became hard and singing with the nerve impulses originating between her legs and surging up her spine into her neck and head and coursing back down through her body again. Her light cotton panties were now soaking wet her breathing had become husky and fast. Without even realizing what she was doing Aurora began to slide her fingers against the low humming throb which had begun between her legs.
“OI!!!” “What are you doin’ in there!” the Irishman shouted, his thick brogue sending an inexplicable shiver down her spine which set off another clench between her legs.
So preoccupied with the vision in her head she nearly missed his shout and only shook herself back to reality when she realized he was nearly half way across the lawn and about to come around the roses to her.
Quickly removing her fingers from the front of her sun dress and standing up straight quickly Aurora prepared to say something pleasant neighborly but instead only stammered. “Uhhhhh . . Good. . . . . .(fuck what was that word she silently cursed at herself) ummm afternoon.” She finally choked out in a voice much deeper and more breathless than she was used to.
“What aer ewe doin’ back ‘ere in me roses?” His hostility and accusation turned the words red in her mind, but the need to bear down and squeeze on something inside her continued to distract her mind from the current reality which was rapidly overtaking her.
“I was simply coming over to say hello and welcome you to the village.” Aurora was finally able to spit the words out, her pride finally overcoming her distraction as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quiet the thrumming between them.
“And I see you have helped yourself to a basketful of my blackberries” he said, a scowl still darkening his face.
“No, I, I mean yes, but. Aurora’s sentence sputtered to its own end as her face colored with embarrassment.
Stiffening her spine she glared back at him and shoved the basket of berries at him, “here then, take them!” her voice becoming a bit shrill with her affront at being talked to this way as if she was some sort of thief.
He reached for her and instead of the basket took her by the elbows and pulled her to within inches of his face. The smell of him overwhelmed her, the musk of his sweat, the smell of freshly hewn wood, the aroma of the garden and somewhere the hard edge of something that resembled cool rain on hot asphalt—it was an edge that drew something hungry and needing from deep inside her. Something that Wanted.
Her gaze hardened, even as her body softened to him and leaned into him. She found herself resisting the urge to let her gaze roam his flesh and follow it with her hands. Somehow the basket had fallen to the ground and she looked downwards and ended up placing her cool hands against his warm hairy chest and involuntarily digging her nails into his skin, not in defense as it would have been had she though through, but instead she was clinging to him resisting the possibility of them becoming separated.
When her gaze returned to his face there was a wicked gleam in his eyes and the right corner of his mouth had curved up to reveal something between a smirk and a leer.
“I see you have gotten some of the juice on your fingers and lips as well lass” he mocked her. “You’ll have to come inside and wash up now.”
Before Aurora could react she found herself being walked by the elbow to the back of his house. The scent of MAN filling her nostrils and the back in front of her moving as she meekly followed him to the back door.
Stepping from the heat of the day into the cool interior of the house gave her goose pimples and she shuddered involuntarily as the door shut behind her. He walked her to the kitchen sink and reached up and pulled her hat from her head, his eyes widening at the cascades of red tresses which fell out to her fair skinned shoulders. He grunted, nodding to the sink as he tossed the floppy hat on the table behind him never taking his eyes from her.
“You are truly a Red Beauty.” He said staring at her and something about the movement of his waist and hips revealed some movement under the kilt which nearly dealt a blow to her stomach.
The phrase sounded so different coming from him—she felt as if she was prey and being tracked by a predator.
“I s’pose, a lass as fair with true Irish locks should be allowed to share a few of my berries” he seemed to soften in his face for a moment, “though they are a damn site better with some fresh cream.”
She blushed at the innuendo he clearly intended to convey and turned to wash her hands at the sink. She felt him come up behind her, though she dared not turn for fear of reaching out an grasping for him again.
His breath was caressing the flesh of her shoulder and his hand moved up to brush her hair to the side exposing her neck to him. “You are fair and beautiful for an English lass my Red Beauty, truly you are.” He whispered the words right next to her ear.
She cleared her throat and concentrated on rinsing off her shaking hands.
The hands on her waist now pulled her from the sink and twisted her to face him drawing her up against the planes of muscle, his sweat immediately absorbed by her light cotton dress.
With her mouth inches from his she moved her lips and her damned betraying tongue escaped to moisten them. She bit down on her lower lip to stop the action and only succeeded in making him smile more.
She couldn’t stand the tension and didn’t have to as his mouth lowered itself to within a centimeter of her own and waited. He whispered something again but it was lost in the roaring in her ears. She reached up digging her fingers into his shoulders and pulling herself against him. Her mouth surged against his, lips and tongue wanting to taste, to be tasted to devour and to be devoured by him.
Strong arms encircled her and pulled her tight against the slabs of his chest, crushing her and forcing her to draw shallow breaths as his mouth ravaged her.
Suddenly, his kiss broke free and he began to kiss her gently on the cheeks, the forehead and feathering touches of his tongue at the corners of her mouth seeking to only touch and explore and taste.
His hands sought the shoulder straps of her dress and drew them to the sides. She thought briefly of reaching for the zipper at the back of the light dress when she felt him pull. The dress was nearly rent in two as he effortlessly tore it open and let it fall to the floor leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of flats and her cotton panties.
Once again crushing her against his body his kisses journeyed down her throat and collar bones and to the back of her neck wrenching small moans and mewling sounds from her throat. Her hands sought his back, holding on as if it was the only solid surface in the room that would allow her to control her mind and body.
His hands had begun a dance of their own tracing roads of pleasure over her back, down to her buttocks and hips and back up to her shoulders and sides. All the while his mouth continued to kiss and sample her and inflict an endless series of sensations; a soft barely there kiss behind her ear followed by the sensation of teeth grating across the back of her neck as his fingers fisted into her hair and began to pull her back at the same time he pressed her forward against the counter. The evidence of his arousal began transferring its heat and hardness through the material of his kilt against her hip, then her thigh, and then her lower abdomen drawing her attention to the craving which had no become a roaring need between her legs.
This was not the slow and gentle lovemaking of her usual fantasies or the flat and shallow sex of the stories she sometimes liked to read when she had that certain “urge”. This was fire.
His thumbs had hooked into the sides of her panties and with no more thought than snapping his fingers they were torn down the seams and lay in small white punctuation mark to on top of the shredded dress now piled at their feet.
He picked up with out effort or even a pause to the kisses which seared across her mouth and neck and shoulders and stepped forward to the counter placing her on it next to the sink leaving them eye to eye.
She paused to catch her breath and pushed her hands against his chest forcing him back even has her legs wrapped around him drawing him in, encircling him as if he might break free and leave her.
He tilted his head to the side and smiled at her hungrily, his strong and calloused hands moving to hold her head in place and he leaned forward without pausing this time and kissed her long and deeply holding her face in his hands as his tongue slipped between her lips and teeth to tease and toy with her own.
She greedily sucked on his tongue and reached for the belt of his kilt wanting his flesh, needing to feel the contact between them completed. She followed the top of his kilt to the front and found the buckle. The backs of her fingers feeling the coarse hair of his abdomen and front the smooth wool of the fabric as she worked the buckle, finally accomplishing the movement she pushed at the sides and was rewarded by the feel of the fabric joining the sentence of her clothing in a couplet of passion realized.
He moved his hips back and she suddenly felt the belly of his cock press against the soaked and slippery folds surrounding her clit. His kiss changed and he pressed the tip of his dick against her and she experienced the surging wave of an orgasm beginning to crest. His hands had found her breasts and his mouth followed to suck hard and bite down on one nipple as he pinched the other and once again the belly of his dick pressed against her clit brushing the folds aside to sear its heat on the swollen bud.
There was no turning back as she was pushed to the crest of the orgasm and began the cycle of pleasure and shock coursing through her body beginning between her legs and surging along every nerve in her body as if blazing new trails for the electrical impulses to flow to their ends before cresting and returning to the origin of the sensation pressing against her.
As the orgasm began to ebb Aurora realized her nails were dug deep into his shoulder blades as she clung to him and he had stiffened in her grasp.
He finally broke their kiss and arched his back up with a smile on his face, proud of what he had just done to her in proprietary way which men feel. Aurora felt no need to argue the point only wanted more; needed more and was craving more even as the final shudders subsided from her limbs.
His breathing was not labored but steady and contrasted sharply with her panting. “That was lovely my Red Beauty, truly lovely,” the smile on his face was genuine and sweet but the pressure against her clit from the slight movements of his cock belied that they were in any way finished.
Sliding one arm around her back and another beneath her knees, the Irishman picked her up and set her on her feet, simultaneously moving his hands to her shoulders and pushing her to her knees with a level of pressure that brooked not argument, not that she would offer any as she was hungrier for this than she had ever been in her life.
Aurora had performed this act before and had read the descriptions of it in those stories and felt prepared to do all the things to tease and torment and please a man. Her hands found his instrument and her plans changed. He was too big. She knew she could not do this and for a moment pulled back away as the tip brushed against her lips, the salty taste of fluid coating her lower lip and begging to be licked off.
She had no more time to think as his hands suddenly found her hair and pushed the tip against her lips. She opened her mouth to say “I can’t” and felt his hands pull her head and mouth over on to his cock. She stretched as wide as she could and accommodated as much as was possible. Her hands gripping his thick muscled thighs as he pulled her head back by the hair and paused with only the very tip in her mouth. Thinking her would allow her to withdraw she licked her tongue forward and pushed at the tip and he pumped deep into her mouth again nudging against the back of her throat. She started to gag and drew in a deep breath through her nose. He paused allowing her to get used to the sensation before withdrawing once again until only the tip was suctioned between her lips.
The muscles of her jaw were already aching from being held open so widely. He didn’t seem to care and pulling forward on her head and hair again he pumped his cock deep into her mouth again this time pressing hard against the back of her throat and holding still.
It couldn’t possibly be the case, but Aurora would have sworn he actually became even thicker and harder at this point. She took a deep breath and sensing his next action, concentrated all her force of will power on relaxing. He pushed again and the massive cock slid past the back of her mouth and into her throat. The movements of her muscles in reaction to his act must have done something to him as he let out a moan and pulled her hair hard and forward. Without further preamble he began to fuck her mouth in long hard strokes giving her no time to respond or react. She was breathing as shallowly and quickly as she could her head and mouth held in place and each stroke brought the hair of his pubes closer and closer to her nose.
His breathing was ragged and her blood was raging in her ears when he finally slammed all of it into her and her nose was pressed deep into the hair. She was overwhelmed with the scent and nearly slipped into another orgasm as he pressed deep into her throat.
The first clue he was about to cum was the twitch of his balls against her chin and then with two hard deep strokes he roared and the hot surges of fluid shot into her mouth and down her throat. It was too much and she could not take it. The searing hot slippery fluid slipped from her mouth and down her chin dripping onto her breasts and it was enough to force her over the edge.
Fingers shot between her legs and pressed hard against her clit pulling the skin back and exposing the tender tight and swollen skin so thin and so sensitive to the delicate scrape of her fingernail—it was enough with his cum exploding into her throat to send her over the edge and into another orgasm, her fluids flooding and coating her fingers as his filled her mouth and throat and slipped down to coat her breasts.
The Irishman took a deep breath and blew out the air in a rush—leaning back his cock popped from my mouth and I relaxed sitting back on my heels panting and covered in sweat and cum. I looked up at him and saw the flush to his face, the thick cock slowly deflating in front of me and I felt strangely elated.
He leaned forward quickly brushing his dick against the side of my face as he reached for something on the counter. Next I saw his large and calloused hands full of berries which he proceeded to dip into the cum on my chest and pushed them at my lips.
It was wrong, it was dirty, it was beneath her and still she stared up into his eyes and sucked the berries and cream from his fingers and licked and sucked the juice from his digits until they were clean.
Berries and Cream
Hers was a simple house in the country, lush gardens filled with flowers and herbs and hedgerows of berries surrounding the house and paths leading into a copse of trees bordered the pack of the property.
Her family had spent summers in the country at this house for nearly 2 centuries. Aurora remembered playing with her brothers in the surrounding fields, sitting up late with her father and reading plays and picking and preserving the berries with mum.
She was alone now. This summer her brothers had taken their families to the coast of Spain and her parents were long gone. A wistful look crossed her face as she sat under the covered arbor sipping tea on the warm August morning.
“Maybe coming here alone was a mistake” she thought to herself. “So many memories doesn’t mix well with so much silence.”
Never one to wallow in self-pity, Aurora closed her eyes and began to mentally plan her day. She was a list maker; always “organized” and “well planned” were the descriptors most likely to come from her friends and co-workers. “She is great with making everything ‘just so’” her last evaluation at work had said.
Standing and running her hands down the folds of her bright yellow knee length sundress, Aurora went inside to gather the things she would need to go berry picking. A floppy hat to protect her fair skin from the sun, some sun glasses, gloves and a basket for the berries she would pick today.
Pulling her long red hair into a tail, Aurora smiled remembering how Grandpa had always called her his “Red Beauty.” She was proud of the thick mane of hair which cascaded over her shoulders though she kept it tightly wound and put up for the rest of the year, in summer she was free to relax and be herself.
With her mental list made, her day charted and planned, Aurora left the house and began to stroll the paths towards the berry thickets and hedges at the back of the property plucking and placing in the basket s she went. The hedges were rather sparse this year and after nearly a hour of picking and occasionally sampling the delicious warm and juicy blackberries and raspberries the basket was not even half full. This was not nearly enough for making the preserves she had planned for the afternoon.
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
Aurora looked for the source of the sound and walked towards the adjoining property. An Irishman had bought the place last summer and Aurora had not met him yet. “This will be as good a time as any” she thought briefly—a slightly disparaging thought about “Irish New Money” flitted though her mind and Aurora quickly chased the thought away—it was petty and unkind—and she was not a snob, but still—she had heard loud music until late into the night last night coming from here and had seen an American “Jeep” tearing down the lane to the neighbors house the day before at far too high a rate of speed for a country road.
Aurora put aside her petty and unflattering thoughts and steeled herself to be gracious and meet the new neighbors.
“Ka-THUNK”
“Ka-THUNK”
As she approached the rear of the property still puzzled by the repetitive sound she began to pluck berries from these hedges as well they were much thicker nearly covered the vines here. She idly wondered why they should be so thick with fruit here and so sparse on her property. “I’m sure they wont mind if I share a few of their berries” Aurora thought absently thought as she plucked handful after handful as she approached the rear gardens of the house.
“Ka-THUNK”
“What is that sound?” Aurora became more and more curious as she neared the last hedgerow and peered over a thick border of brilliant summer yellow roses that exactly matched the shade of her dress.
“Ka-THUNK”
Peering through the thorny bloom covered stems, Aurora saw him. He was tall more than six feet certainly and shirtless. The muscles of his back flexed and bunched and surged as thick arms swung downward, “Ka-THUNK.” Two pieces of wood fell on either side of his wide spaced legs into knee high piles.
He was chopping wood, that’s what the sound had been. Obvious now that she had an image to go with the sound Aurora was much more distracted by the image than she had been by the sound. Her neighbor stood in front of her, wearing an Irish kilt, reaching barely to the top of his knees exposing clearly defined calves which disappeared into the tops of black work boots. A sheen of sweat covered his tapered torso and she could detect the unmistakable odor of MAN from even the 5 meters which separated them.
He bent over and then stood again, up came his arms, the fabulous flexing of his back and again the sound “Ka-THUNK” rang across the distance between them. Only this time there was a corresponding clenching in her abdomen which had Aurora flushed and flustered.
For three or four minutes she watched him work and with each splitting sound her body responded to him. She was out of control and her face had a sheen of perspiration of its own as the lower parts of her body chose its own direction and engaged in lustful wanting, while her brain struggled to regain its footing. Just when she was about to turn and flee, the man turned to face her. She was undone.
The thick chest, and tight abdomen were covered with hair and perspiration and she had the sudden vision of her own hair splayed across his torso with his hands running through it. Auroras nipples recently peaked and slightly crinkled now became hard and singing with the nerve impulses originating between her legs and surging up her spine into her neck and head and coursing back down through her body again. Her light cotton panties were now soaking wet her breathing had become husky and fast. Without even realizing what she was doing Aurora began to slide her fingers against the low humming throb which had begun between her legs.
“OI!!!” “What are you doin’ in there!” the Irishman shouted, his thick brogue sending an inexplicable shiver down her spine which set off another clench between her legs.
So preoccupied with the vision in her head she nearly missed his shout and only shook herself back to reality when she realized he was nearly half way across the lawn and about to come around the roses to her.
Quickly removing her fingers from the front of her sun dress and standing up straight quickly Aurora prepared to say something pleasant neighborly but instead only stammered. “Uhhhhh . . Good. . . . . .(fuck what was that word she silently cursed at herself) ummm afternoon.” She finally choked out in a voice much deeper and more breathless than she was used to.
“What aer ewe doin’ back ‘ere in me roses?” His hostility and accusation turned the words red in her mind, but the need to bear down and squeeze on something inside her continued to distract her mind from the current reality which was rapidly overtaking her.
“I was simply coming over to say hello and welcome you to the village.” Aurora was finally able to spit the words out, her pride finally overcoming her distraction as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quiet the thrumming between them.
“And I see you have helped yourself to a basketful of my blackberries” he said, a scowl still darkening his face.
“No, I, I mean yes, but. Aurora’s sentence sputtered to its own end as her face colored with embarrassment.
Stiffening her spine she glared back at him and shoved the basket of berries at him, “here then, take them!” her voice becoming a bit shrill with her affront at being talked to this way as if she was some sort of thief.
He reached for her and instead of the basket took her by the elbows and pulled her to within inches of his face. The smell of him overwhelmed her, the musk of his sweat, the smell of freshly hewn wood, the aroma of the garden and somewhere the hard edge of something that resembled cool rain on hot asphalt—it was an edge that drew something hungry and needing from deep inside her. Something that Wanted.
Her gaze hardened, even as her body softened to him and leaned into him. She found herself resisting the urge to let her gaze roam his flesh and follow it with her hands. Somehow the basket had fallen to the ground and she looked downwards and ended up placing her cool hands against his warm hairy chest and involuntarily digging her nails into his skin, not in defense as it would have been had she though through, but instead she was clinging to him resisting the possibility of them becoming separated.
When her gaze returned to his face there was a wicked gleam in his eyes and the right corner of his mouth had curved up to reveal something between a smirk and a leer.
“I see you have gotten some of the juice on your fingers and lips as well lass” he mocked her. “You’ll have to come inside and wash up now.”
Before Aurora could react she found herself being walked by the elbow to the back of his house. The scent of MAN filling her nostrils and the back in front of her moving as she meekly followed him to the back door.
Stepping from the heat of the day into the cool interior of the house gave her goose pimples and she shuddered involuntarily as the door shut behind her. He walked her to the kitchen sink and reached up and pulled her hat from her head, his eyes widening at the cascades of red tresses which fell out to her fair skinned shoulders. He grunted, nodding to the sink as he tossed the floppy hat on the table behind him never taking his eyes from her.
“You are truly a Red Beauty.” He said staring at her and something about the movement of his waist and hips revealed some movement under the kilt which nearly dealt a blow to her stomach.
The phrase sounded so different coming from him—she felt as if she was prey and being tracked by a predator.
“I s’pose, a lass as fair with true Irish locks should be allowed to share a few of my berries” he seemed to soften in his face for a moment, “though they are a damn site better with some fresh cream.”
She blushed at the innuendo he clearly intended to convey and turned to wash her hands at the sink. She felt him come up behind her, though she dared not turn for fear of reaching out an grasping for him again.
His breath was caressing the flesh of her shoulder and his hand moved up to brush her hair to the side exposing her neck to him. “You are fair and beautiful for an English lass my Red Beauty, truly you are.” He whispered the words right next to her ear.
She cleared her throat and concentrated on rinsing off her shaking hands.
The hands on her waist now pulled her from the sink and twisted her to face him drawing her up against the planes of muscle, his sweat immediately absorbed by her light cotton dress.
With her mouth inches from his she moved her lips and her damned betraying tongue escaped to moisten them. She bit down on her lower lip to stop the action and only succeeded in making him smile more.
She couldn’t stand the tension and didn’t have to as his mouth lowered itself to within a centimeter of her own and waited. He whispered something again but it was lost in the roaring in her ears. She reached up digging her fingers into his shoulders and pulling herself against him. Her mouth surged against his, lips and tongue wanting to taste, to be tasted to devour and to be devoured by him.
Strong arms encircled her and pulled her tight against the slabs of his chest, crushing her and forcing her to draw shallow breaths as his mouth ravaged her.
Suddenly, his kiss broke free and he began to kiss her gently on the cheeks, the forehead and feathering touches of his tongue at the corners of her mouth seeking to only touch and explore and taste.
His hands sought the shoulder straps of her dress and drew them to the sides. She thought briefly of reaching for the zipper at the back of the light dress when she felt him pull. The dress was nearly rent in two as he effortlessly tore it open and let it fall to the floor leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of flats and her cotton panties.
Once again crushing her against his body his kisses journeyed down her throat and collar bones and to the back of her neck wrenching small moans and mewling sounds from her throat. Her hands sought his back, holding on as if it was the only solid surface in the room that would allow her to control her mind and body.
His hands had begun a dance of their own tracing roads of pleasure over her back, down to her buttocks and hips and back up to her shoulders and sides. All the while his mouth continued to kiss and sample her and inflict an endless series of sensations; a soft barely there kiss behind her ear followed by the sensation of teeth grating across the back of her neck as his fingers fisted into her hair and began to pull her back at the same time he pressed her forward against the counter. The evidence of his arousal began transferring its heat and hardness through the material of his kilt against her hip, then her thigh, and then her lower abdomen drawing her attention to the craving which had no become a roaring need between her legs.
This was not the slow and gentle lovemaking of her usual fantasies or the flat and shallow sex of the stories she sometimes liked to read when she had that certain “urge”. This was fire.
His thumbs had hooked into the sides of her panties and with no more thought than snapping his fingers they were torn down the seams and lay in small white punctuation mark to on top of the shredded dress now piled at their feet.
He picked up with out effort or even a pause to the kisses which seared across her mouth and neck and shoulders and stepped forward to the counter placing her on it next to the sink leaving them eye to eye.
She paused to catch her breath and pushed her hands against his chest forcing him back even has her legs wrapped around him drawing him in, encircling him as if he might break free and leave her.
He tilted his head to the side and smiled at her hungrily, his strong and calloused hands moving to hold her head in place and he leaned forward without pausing this time and kissed her long and deeply holding her face in his hands as his tongue slipped between her lips and teeth to tease and toy with her own.
She greedily sucked on his tongue and reached for the belt of his kilt wanting his flesh, needing to feel the contact between them completed. She followed the top of his kilt to the front and found the buckle. The backs of her fingers feeling the coarse hair of his abdomen and front the smooth wool of the fabric as she worked the buckle, finally accomplishing the movement she pushed at the sides and was rewarded by the feel of the fabric joining the sentence of her clothing in a couplet of passion realized.
He moved his hips back and she suddenly felt the belly of his cock press against the soaked and slippery folds surrounding her clit. His kiss changed and he pressed the tip of his dick against her and she experienced the surging wave of an orgasm beginning to crest. His hands had found her breasts and his mouth followed to suck hard and bite down on one nipple as he pinched the other and once again the belly of his dick pressed against her clit brushing the folds aside to sear its heat on the swollen bud.
There was no turning back as she was pushed to the crest of the orgasm and began the cycle of pleasure and shock coursing through her body beginning between her legs and surging along every nerve in her body as if blazing new trails for the electrical impulses to flow to their ends before cresting and returning to the origin of the sensation pressing against her.
As the orgasm began to ebb Aurora realized her nails were dug deep into his shoulder blades as she clung to him and he had stiffened in her grasp.
He finally broke their kiss and arched his back up with a smile on his face, proud of what he had just done to her in proprietary way which men feel. Aurora felt no need to argue the point only wanted more; needed more and was craving more even as the final shudders subsided from her limbs.
His breathing was not labored but steady and contrasted sharply with her panting. “That was lovely my Red Beauty, truly lovely,” the smile on his face was genuine and sweet but the pressure against her clit from the slight movements of his cock belied that they were in any way finished.
Sliding one arm around her back and another beneath her knees, the Irishman picked her up and set her on her feet, simultaneously moving his hands to her shoulders and pushing her to her knees with a level of pressure that brooked not argument, not that she would offer any as she was hungrier for this than she had ever been in her life.
Aurora had performed this act before and had read the descriptions of it in those stories and felt prepared to do all the things to tease and torment and please a man. Her hands found his instrument and her plans changed. He was too big. She knew she could not do this and for a moment pulled back away as the tip brushed against her lips, the salty taste of fluid coating her lower lip and begging to be licked off.
She had no more time to think as his hands suddenly found her hair and pushed the tip against her lips. She opened her mouth to say “I can’t” and felt his hands pull her head and mouth over on to his cock. She stretched as wide as she could and accommodated as much as was possible. Her hands gripping his thick muscled thighs as he pulled her head back by the hair and paused with only the very tip in her mouth. Thinking her would allow her to withdraw she licked her tongue forward and pushed at the tip and he pumped deep into her mouth again nudging against the back of her throat. She started to gag and drew in a deep breath through her nose. He paused allowing her to get used to the sensation before withdrawing once again until only the tip was suctioned between her lips.
The muscles of her jaw were already aching from being held open so widely. He didn’t seem to care and pulling forward on her head and hair again he pumped his cock deep into her mouth again this time pressing hard against the back of her throat and holding still.
It couldn’t possibly be the case, but Aurora would have sworn he actually became even thicker and harder at this point. She took a deep breath and sensing his next action, concentrated all her force of will power on relaxing. He pushed again and the massive cock slid past the back of her mouth and into her throat. The movements of her muscles in reaction to his act must have done something to him as he let out a moan and pulled her hair hard and forward. Without further preamble he began to fuck her mouth in long hard strokes giving her no time to respond or react. She was breathing as shallowly and quickly as she could her head and mouth held in place and each stroke brought the hair of his pubes closer and closer to her nose.
His breathing was ragged and her blood was raging in her ears when he finally slammed all of it into her and her nose was pressed deep into the hair. She was overwhelmed with the scent and nearly slipped into another orgasm as he pressed deep into her throat.
The first clue he was about to cum was the twitch of his balls against her chin and then with two hard deep strokes he roared and the hot surges of fluid shot into her mouth and down her throat. It was too much and she could not take it. The searing hot slippery fluid slipped from her mouth and down her chin dripping onto her breasts and it was enough to force her over the edge.
Fingers shot between her legs and pressed hard against her clit pulling the skin back and exposing the tender tight and swollen skin so thin and so sensitive to the delicate scrape of her fingernail—it was enough with his cum exploding into her throat to send her over the edge and into another orgasm, her fluids flooding and coating her fingers as his filled her mouth and throat and slipped down to coat her breasts.
The Irishman took a deep breath and blew out the air in a rush—leaning back his cock popped from my mouth and I relaxed sitting back on my heels panting and covered in sweat and cum. I looked up at him and saw the flush to his face, the thick cock slowly deflating in front of me and I felt strangely elated.
He leaned forward quickly brushing his dick against the side of my face as he reached for something on the counter. Next I saw his large and calloused hands full of berries which he proceeded to dip into the cum on my chest and pushed them at my lips.
It was wrong, it was dirty, it was beneath her and still she stared up into his eyes and sucked the berries and cream from his fingers and licked and sucked the juice from his digits until they were clean.
RyanBlack
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Damn man, that was hot. Not anything like my little trip to the kitchen to grab some berries and whip some cream but niiiice!
thank you kindly ma'am----
glad to help out
Rikki_13
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A friend of mine wrote a story about him desiring this girl he worked with and finally taking her, this is my story from a female perspective. It is different from what I normally write I think so... (Think friend is going to try and post his story to lit)
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wow! Very good! well written. I don't usually read these things cuz they are written poorly but this was very very good.
wow! Very good! well written. I don't usually read these things cuz they are written poorly but this was very very good.
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Thank you signscott, I'm glad you enjoyed!!!
To my friend, lets hope he gets his story approved to post to lit, it is much better than mine!!!
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its going to be one hell of a story to beat that one Rikki!
you do it for me everytine!
you do it for me everytine!
Well I didn't get my story approved so I thought I would copy and paste it here...I know there are probably a few grammatical errors and probably a few spelling errors. I wrote it on a whim and have never written anything outside of a school paper. This is not about anyone in particular just an old fantasy of some old co-workers that I had some crushes on....
You have been teasing me long enough haven't you? I have decided enough is enough and I have to have you. I have to taste what I want. All of you. All of this pent up sexual desire has taken over and I have decided on only one thing. To take what I want. We work together. We see each other everyday, but not in the same way. You, well you see me as the light-hearted fun guy of the office. Attractive, cute, but in a very safe way. I on the other hand see you in a totally different light. A much darker light.
We often go out for drinks after work. A group of us over to Shorty Smalls for drinks and some times appetizers. A way for us to relieve some stress at the end of a long work day. We are all close but not in a non work way. When the drinks are over so are our interactions with each other. We go our separate ways until we start all over again tomorrow. But not tonight. Tonight is different. You mentioned earlier that your boyfriend had brought you to work because your car was in the shop. Being the nice guy that I am I offered to give you a ride home as not to inconvenience you or your boyfriend. You gladly accepted. Being Friday you were casually dressed in jeans and a sweater. The less you tried the more incredible you looked.
I have been waiting for this day ever since we first met a year ago. When you walked into the office for the first time I was completely taken aback. Simply stunning I immediately thought to myself. You were wearing a dark gray pants suit with a starched white blouse underneath the jacket. Buttoned down just far enough to get a glimpse every now and then, but far enough up to not let anything purposefully show. You were confident but gracious shaking hands of fellow employees and getting acquainted with each and every one. You seemed genuine, nice, but when you got to me I noticed something different. Something in those gorgeous hazel eyes that told me you are not as prim and proper as you portray. I could not put a finger on it, but I just knew it to be true. Was I wrong? Was it just me making it up in my head?
After drinks we all say our goodbyes and see yas till tomorrow. Me always trying to crack the last joke. You laughing almost too forcefully knowing the favor I am about to do for you. We head to my car and I immediately start the small talk. Throughout the ride home you tell me the good and the bad. What a great family you have. Why the career path you chose. As things turn to your boyfriend you start to close up. Of course I continue to slightly push and as you open up I learn there are problems, uncertainties, and you aren't sure if it will last much longer. I feign sorrow and say if there is anything I can do...yada yada yada. You appreciate the gesture and let it slip out that you wish you can find a nice guy like me. I hate that saying. It makes me boil. Yes I am a nice guy but little does she know what kind of guy I can be.
When we arrive at your house, I ask if there is any way I can use your restroom as the 2 beers at had at the bar are starting to take their toll. You happily oblige without a thought and I follow you up the walk. I admire what I am seeing. Long dark hair, height about 5'8, the cutest ass I have ever laid eyes on. As you turn around to tell me the place is a mess and start apologizing for it I take in your front side. Gorgeous hazel eyes, framed by that dark brown hair. Beautiful, kissable almost suckable lips. That neckline, long and slender, is to die for and I so badly want to taste it. Your tits are pert and pressed against that tight pink sweater and your legs are long and lean. You obviously work out and it truly shows. I nod my head over and over as you speak about a messy place or whatever, but I am not paying attention. I am taking you all in. Your form, your smell. God your smell. I can't place exactly what it is, but it is soft, and wonderful. I cannot wait.
We step in and I give the obligatory lovely place you have here speech. It really doesn't matter, I could give a shit where you live. It could be a single wide trailer or a 50 room mansion. It does not matter. I am taking you, all of you. Making you mine. No matter where you live. You ask if I would like a drink as I head to the restroom and I reply some water please. I notice pics of family and her boyfriend on the mantle as I pass by. I smirk at him. Letting him know to watch what is about to happen. I use the restroom quickly and look in the mirror. Take her, take her now I keep telling myself. She wants it. You know she does. Over and over.
I step out of the restroom and look for you. You are nowhere to be seen. Looking around the living room I call out for you. I hear your reply and smirk, thinking to myself that is fine the kitchen it is then. I walk around the corner and you are at the sink doing some dishes. Standing there slightly bent over the sink, ass tight against those jeans and not a hint of a panty line. So incredibly hot my cock quickly comes to attention. Obvious that you are embarrassed that there are some left over dishes in the sink, you stammer an apology about it. I don't care. I am ready, whether you are or not.
I briskly walk up behind you. My 6'5 frame towering over you. I am breathing heavy almost rampant as I wrap my arms around you and press myself into you. My cock, ever so hard, pressing diligently into your ass. You jump, startled and scream out "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" My athletic build allows me to hold you tight as you struggle to get away. I brush your hair off the back of your neck and inhale deeply as I lower my lips to it. You keep fighting, trying to pull away as I slowly start grinding into you. You start shaking your head saying stop it over and over. I un-wrap one arm and grab a hand full of hair. Not too hard mind you, but just enough to let you know I am in charge. Pinning you against the sink, my mind races as I begin my assault. I lean down again and start kissing what I have desired for so long. Your fair skin, so delicious. My tongue running its tip along your neckline up to your ear. I whisper in your ear that you know you want this. You crave it as much as I do. I know you do! You say please stop, why are you doing this as your voice starts to trail off. I am about to answer, but I don't. I am the one in control here. Raising my hands I finally get to your tits. Oh my God how I have craved this moment. From behind I continue grinding into you as my hands start kneading your tits. I continue whispering how much I have want you. How long I have waited to do this. You continue to fight but your attempts continue to get weaker and less frequent. I feel your nipples hardening under that sweater and I need to feel them for myself. I slide my right hand back down and under your sweater. Bringing it back up I cup your right tit feeling your soft skin for the first time. I continue my massage of your tits but stop every now and then to give them a nice pinch and then a roll between my thumb and forefinger. Your body so warm, mine completely inflamed. My cock is straining against my jeans as I continue to grind into you, but I don't care. It feels too fucking good to worry about this second.
As I am kissing your neck and biting your shoulder I feel you start to give way. Almost slumping back against me. I know now you are mine. I reach under your bra and feel just how hard your nipple is. Like a little diamond as my hand envelopes it. Grasping and clawing to feel as much as possible. I ease the grip on your hair but keep a grasp just to see what you do. You do nothing. You haven't made a sound since your fighting stopped. Did I just feel you press back into me? Oh fuck! There it is again. Finally a whimper. A sound escapes your lips. You start grinding back into me. Your hands turning white as you squeeze the sink counter. I release your hair and your tit and hungrily start taking off your sweater. You offer no resistance which tells me you realize I know who you truly are. As the sweater is pulled over your head your hair falls down on your naked shoulders. Hmmm fuck is that sexy. The red lacy bra looks fantastic against your pale skin and I decide to leave it on. I would normally be shocked at its color and sexiness, but I have always known you are more than just the sweet innocent girl you portray. My hand goes back to your tits. Both of them being squeezed, pinched and rolled and I feel you finally responding positively to the attention. I lean down and start kissing your back. Hungry kisses. Soft lips pressing against your skin. Over and over, shoulder to shoulder. I reach back and unclasp your bra leaving it dangling from your shoulders. My tongue begins to trace its way down the center of your back. I slide a hand down and unclasp the top button of your jeans. You let out a heavy moan as my lips and fingers continue their assault. I get my first glimpse at the top of your matching red lace panties. Your hips are so sensual. Your lines, your curves take my breath away. My cock getting even harder at the sight. I move my hands to the side of your jeans and start to shimmy them down. You step out of them as quickly as possible leaving me to view you in just your bra and thong. Fuck you are such a sexy little slut. I press back into you just a little bit and in a husky, deep voice tell you how much I want to taste you. You just moan and a slight mhmm escapes your lips. I haven't turned you around yet. I don't want to. I want you from behind. As we look up, we can both see our reflections in the window over the sink. You can see the smirk and confidence on my face and I can see the lust and trepidation in your eyes.
I slide the bra off your shoulders and it falls into a heap. I admire your tits in the reflection. They are perfectly shaped with small pink areolas and little cherry red nipples that are to die for. They are slightly more than a handful and me being as big as I am that is saying something. My fingertips trace your shoulders as I start kissing down your back. Squatting as I get lower and lower. I find it so fucking hot the way you arch your back into me. The goosebumps covering your skin as you respond to my touch. I slide my fingers in the waistband of you panties and slide them down. The audible soft sigh you let out is deafening to me. My cock aches inside my jeans and I need to release that pressure. I stand back up and reach around you cupping your left tit. Kneading it softly I start to unbutton my jeans. All of the sudden I feel your fingers on mine as you decide to take over. I move my hand back up and caress your other tit and your hand fumbles to unbutton my jeans. Once you have unzipped them I feel the pressure release around my cock and it is my turn to let out a deep groan. I feel you pushing my jeans down and I lend a helping hand to finally get them off. You immediately go for my boxer briefs but I stop you. I am in charge here and I move your hand away (love this). As I am kneading your breasts I lean you forward just a bit and you feel my cockhead press into your back. You can feel the heat emanating from it as I slide it along your skin. I place your hands back on the sink counter and slide back down behind you. Your ass is incredible and I take time to massage each cheek. As I pull your cheeks apart with each massage I have the joy of getting brief little glimpses of your asshole. You continue to softly moan as I pull your cheeks apart and shock you when I lightly run my tongue through the crack of your ass. My God you taste divine. I run it back up again and you shudder violently. I get down on my knees for a better view and for the first time I see you are shaved. Not completely but your lips are shaved smooth and I can see just how much you want this. Your pussy is dripping and your inner thighs are moist to prove it. The smell is intoxicating and I lean in to get a big whiff. You are pushing yourself back into me wanting me to touch you. But I am not ready yet. I see the juices on your inner thigh and decide to clean it up for you. I lick the wetness up with long strong strokes of my tongue leaving my saliva in its place.
The time has come for me to do what I have wanted to do since the first moment I saw you. I place my hands on your inner thighs and spread them slightly more. You gasp and moan knowing what is coming next. I inhale deeply as I slide my tongue through your lips. Your pussy is soaked and on fire. The heat is just incredible and I am beside myself. I continue licking you up and down, but making sure I don't touch your clit. Not yet. I am not ready to give you that pleasure just yet. I am not sure you have earned it. Up and down faster and faster tasting you drinking you in. Never thought you would be this wet. I feel you start to move back into me. Your hips slowly gyrating. You are moaning louder and louder almost grunting, so I place my hands on them and slow you down. Hmmm not yet slut. I run my tongue back up to your asshole and taste it again. Hmmm fuck so good. Rimming it lightly. Feeling you squirm and you let out a squeal I have never heard before. My tongue penetrates you and I slowly start tonguing your ass. You like that don't you slut. This intruder, your "friend" tongue fucking your ass. You groan and push back into me. This time I allow it. You can hear the guttural sounds coming from me as I continue my eating. Hmmm that's it baby fuck my face. Faster, harder, deeper into you. My nose tickling your lower back as I push my tongue in as far as it can go. I knew what a naughty slut you truly are and I am now getting a glimpse of it, as your pussy continues to leak down your thighs and onto me. As you start grinding faster I pull out. You let out a whimper of someone who has fully succumbed. Hmmm not yet slut. I sit down and tell you to move your legs back some. I sit between them and for the first time I make eye contact with you. The look on your face is like nothing I have seen. Pure surrender and lust. I can't help but notice your breasts rising and falling from your deep breaths. They are incredible a sight to behold. I give a wry smile up to you and all you respond with is a soft biting of your lower lip. For the first time I see that your pussy is covered with a small patch of hair just above your clit. Trimmed neatly and shaved everywhere else. As I lower lips towards your pussy I see you biting deeper into your lower lip. I make eye contact the moment my lips encircle your clit and watch them practically come out of your head. You let out a moan that feels like it came out of your clit into the depths of my soul. I felt its hardness at first touch, but it feels like it is growing harder between my lips. I run the flat of my tongue over your clit and your legs start to buckle a bit. You close your eyes and I immediately stop. You open them in shock and I tell you to keep your eyes open and locked on me until I tell you to. You just whimper and nod your head slowly.
I wet my middle finger and watch you as I slowly slide it inside you. You are so fucking wet. Your pussy immediately clamps down on my invading presence and I feel it tighten. I move my head back to your clit and start flicking and rolling it around my tongue. You are moaning loudly now and have reached down and started playing with your right nipple. I am fascinated watching you roll it between your fingers and start finger fucking you harder, deeper. I wrap my lips again around your clit and suck you in and you scream out. I look up to make eye contact. All you can see between those gorgeous tits are my eyes, forehead and hairline staring back up at you as I continue my ways. You can hear me sucking hungrily on your clit can't you? The noises, the wetness. The audacity that this guy from my work is sucking my wet clit, fingering my tight pussy, and making me his. You love it though. Because this is who you truly are and only I know that. You are now aggressively fucking my face and I am welcoming it. I have added a second finger and can feel you milking them for all you are worth. Between my fingers and my mouth on your clit you can feel your orgasm building. It's building, bigger and bigger. So close I can feel you clamping down harder. You want to come don't you? Just as I feel you are about to go over the edge, I pull my fingers out and release your clit. You whimper loudly and start to protest but the look in my eye lets you know not to say a fucking word.
I stand up and turn you around. I lean in and kiss you for the very first time. I can smell my cum on you. I want you to taste yourself on my lips. How wet I have made you. How it is I that has found out how you truly are and what reaction that has caused your body to make. The kiss is long and deep. I can feel your tongue dancing around mine tasting yourself all over my mouth. I pull away and without saying a word I put my hands on your shoulders and start pushing you down. You know better to even try to protest and you squat down immediately. I feel you kiss my stomach and run your manicured fingers up and down the length of my cock in my boxer briefs. It feels incredible and I could burst any second, but I am not ready to. Not yet. You take no time in removing my boxers and let out a moan as you see what I have waiting for you. My cock is rigid and the mushroom head is bright purple. Pre-cum leaking from the tip. You are amazed at its girth. The length is average size about 6.5 inches, but the girth is close to 6 inches itself. You wrap you left hand around it and your fingers don't touch on the other side. I grunt very loud at your cold hand touching my cock and the feeling is sensational. You lean forward and with one swipe of your tongue lick my cockhead clean. It is my turn to buckle and I almost do. But not yet. You push my cock up to my stomach and look up at me as you run your tongue along underside of it, all the way to the head. I am clean shaven and you love that don't you slut. You love the way a smooth hairless cock feels in your hands and mouth. I know you do. I feel your other hand start to caress my balls as you slowly start pumping my cock. Looking up at me you lick your lips seductively and lower yourself over my cock head. Your mouth so hot so welcoming feels incredible. You hungrily start sucking my cock but because of its girth you can only get me half way down, so you start pumping with the other hand. It feels good but it isn't what I want. I place my left hand on the back of your head and tell you to release your hand off my cock. I am in control now. I start slowly, by guiding your head back and forth on my cock. Not roughly mind you but just enough pressure to let you know what I want. You respond enthusiastically and suck harder. Like a vice grip, you lock your lips around my cock and I can feel your tongue sliding along its underside. I start getting more aggressive and pulling your head back and forth. Faster and faster. Grunting. Take it slut. Take it all. I told you you fucking wanted it. I get even more aggressive fucking your mouth harder. Your saliva streaming down to your breasts. The gagging and sputtering sounds you are making around my cock is unreal as I continue my assault. Raping your mouth over and over like the good little slut you are. You start strumming my balls and feel them start to tighten. You look up to see the sweat pouring off of me, the veins in my neck and forehead bulging as I continue to drive my hips into you. Hmmmm fuck yes slut. Take it. Take it all. I can feel my balls churning in your hand and I am on the verge of exploding. Do I just shoot it down your throat? No, I know what kind of woman you are, I have known it all along. As I finally start to lose control I pull out and let out the loudest grunting sound I can make and start spraying my cum all over you. You open your mouth and try to catch what you can but there is too much and it is too late. I have now marked you as mine. Looking down at you, I tell you to clean it up. You take your index finger and start swiping it up bringing it to your lips and feasting on it hungrily. With my cock still leaking you bring it back to your mouth and give it a nice warm wash. The feeling is quite intense at first but I feel myself starting to grow again. I pull you off of me and stand you up. I look at you smiling, knowing exactly what this all means. "What a good slut you are," I say. With cum in your hair and some residue on your left tit I turn you around and let you see your reflection in the window. You look at yourself and for the first time let the hint of a smile form across your lips. I told you I knew.
Anyways I appreciate anyone who took the time to read my diatribe..LOL
You have been teasing me long enough haven't you? I have decided enough is enough and I have to have you. I have to taste what I want. All of you. All of this pent up sexual desire has taken over and I have decided on only one thing. To take what I want. We work together. We see each other everyday, but not in the same way. You, well you see me as the light-hearted fun guy of the office. Attractive, cute, but in a very safe way. I on the other hand see you in a totally different light. A much darker light.
We often go out for drinks after work. A group of us over to Shorty Smalls for drinks and some times appetizers. A way for us to relieve some stress at the end of a long work day. We are all close but not in a non work way. When the drinks are over so are our interactions with each other. We go our separate ways until we start all over again tomorrow. But not tonight. Tonight is different. You mentioned earlier that your boyfriend had brought you to work because your car was in the shop. Being the nice guy that I am I offered to give you a ride home as not to inconvenience you or your boyfriend. You gladly accepted. Being Friday you were casually dressed in jeans and a sweater. The less you tried the more incredible you looked.
I have been waiting for this day ever since we first met a year ago. When you walked into the office for the first time I was completely taken aback. Simply stunning I immediately thought to myself. You were wearing a dark gray pants suit with a starched white blouse underneath the jacket. Buttoned down just far enough to get a glimpse every now and then, but far enough up to not let anything purposefully show. You were confident but gracious shaking hands of fellow employees and getting acquainted with each and every one. You seemed genuine, nice, but when you got to me I noticed something different. Something in those gorgeous hazel eyes that told me you are not as prim and proper as you portray. I could not put a finger on it, but I just knew it to be true. Was I wrong? Was it just me making it up in my head?
After drinks we all say our goodbyes and see yas till tomorrow. Me always trying to crack the last joke. You laughing almost too forcefully knowing the favor I am about to do for you. We head to my car and I immediately start the small talk. Throughout the ride home you tell me the good and the bad. What a great family you have. Why the career path you chose. As things turn to your boyfriend you start to close up. Of course I continue to slightly push and as you open up I learn there are problems, uncertainties, and you aren't sure if it will last much longer. I feign sorrow and say if there is anything I can do...yada yada yada. You appreciate the gesture and let it slip out that you wish you can find a nice guy like me. I hate that saying. It makes me boil. Yes I am a nice guy but little does she know what kind of guy I can be.
When we arrive at your house, I ask if there is any way I can use your restroom as the 2 beers at had at the bar are starting to take their toll. You happily oblige without a thought and I follow you up the walk. I admire what I am seeing. Long dark hair, height about 5'8, the cutest ass I have ever laid eyes on. As you turn around to tell me the place is a mess and start apologizing for it I take in your front side. Gorgeous hazel eyes, framed by that dark brown hair. Beautiful, kissable almost suckable lips. That neckline, long and slender, is to die for and I so badly want to taste it. Your tits are pert and pressed against that tight pink sweater and your legs are long and lean. You obviously work out and it truly shows. I nod my head over and over as you speak about a messy place or whatever, but I am not paying attention. I am taking you all in. Your form, your smell. God your smell. I can't place exactly what it is, but it is soft, and wonderful. I cannot wait.
We step in and I give the obligatory lovely place you have here speech. It really doesn't matter, I could give a shit where you live. It could be a single wide trailer or a 50 room mansion. It does not matter. I am taking you, all of you. Making you mine. No matter where you live. You ask if I would like a drink as I head to the restroom and I reply some water please. I notice pics of family and her boyfriend on the mantle as I pass by. I smirk at him. Letting him know to watch what is about to happen. I use the restroom quickly and look in the mirror. Take her, take her now I keep telling myself. She wants it. You know she does. Over and over.
I step out of the restroom and look for you. You are nowhere to be seen. Looking around the living room I call out for you. I hear your reply and smirk, thinking to myself that is fine the kitchen it is then. I walk around the corner and you are at the sink doing some dishes. Standing there slightly bent over the sink, ass tight against those jeans and not a hint of a panty line. So incredibly hot my cock quickly comes to attention. Obvious that you are embarrassed that there are some left over dishes in the sink, you stammer an apology about it. I don't care. I am ready, whether you are or not.
I briskly walk up behind you. My 6'5 frame towering over you. I am breathing heavy almost rampant as I wrap my arms around you and press myself into you. My cock, ever so hard, pressing diligently into your ass. You jump, startled and scream out "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" My athletic build allows me to hold you tight as you struggle to get away. I brush your hair off the back of your neck and inhale deeply as I lower my lips to it. You keep fighting, trying to pull away as I slowly start grinding into you. You start shaking your head saying stop it over and over. I un-wrap one arm and grab a hand full of hair. Not too hard mind you, but just enough to let you know I am in charge. Pinning you against the sink, my mind races as I begin my assault. I lean down again and start kissing what I have desired for so long. Your fair skin, so delicious. My tongue running its tip along your neckline up to your ear. I whisper in your ear that you know you want this. You crave it as much as I do. I know you do! You say please stop, why are you doing this as your voice starts to trail off. I am about to answer, but I don't. I am the one in control here. Raising my hands I finally get to your tits. Oh my God how I have craved this moment. From behind I continue grinding into you as my hands start kneading your tits. I continue whispering how much I have want you. How long I have waited to do this. You continue to fight but your attempts continue to get weaker and less frequent. I feel your nipples hardening under that sweater and I need to feel them for myself. I slide my right hand back down and under your sweater. Bringing it back up I cup your right tit feeling your soft skin for the first time. I continue my massage of your tits but stop every now and then to give them a nice pinch and then a roll between my thumb and forefinger. Your body so warm, mine completely inflamed. My cock is straining against my jeans as I continue to grind into you, but I don't care. It feels too fucking good to worry about this second.
As I am kissing your neck and biting your shoulder I feel you start to give way. Almost slumping back against me. I know now you are mine. I reach under your bra and feel just how hard your nipple is. Like a little diamond as my hand envelopes it. Grasping and clawing to feel as much as possible. I ease the grip on your hair but keep a grasp just to see what you do. You do nothing. You haven't made a sound since your fighting stopped. Did I just feel you press back into me? Oh fuck! There it is again. Finally a whimper. A sound escapes your lips. You start grinding back into me. Your hands turning white as you squeeze the sink counter. I release your hair and your tit and hungrily start taking off your sweater. You offer no resistance which tells me you realize I know who you truly are. As the sweater is pulled over your head your hair falls down on your naked shoulders. Hmmm fuck is that sexy. The red lacy bra looks fantastic against your pale skin and I decide to leave it on. I would normally be shocked at its color and sexiness, but I have always known you are more than just the sweet innocent girl you portray. My hand goes back to your tits. Both of them being squeezed, pinched and rolled and I feel you finally responding positively to the attention. I lean down and start kissing your back. Hungry kisses. Soft lips pressing against your skin. Over and over, shoulder to shoulder. I reach back and unclasp your bra leaving it dangling from your shoulders. My tongue begins to trace its way down the center of your back. I slide a hand down and unclasp the top button of your jeans. You let out a heavy moan as my lips and fingers continue their assault. I get my first glimpse at the top of your matching red lace panties. Your hips are so sensual. Your lines, your curves take my breath away. My cock getting even harder at the sight. I move my hands to the side of your jeans and start to shimmy them down. You step out of them as quickly as possible leaving me to view you in just your bra and thong. Fuck you are such a sexy little slut. I press back into you just a little bit and in a husky, deep voice tell you how much I want to taste you. You just moan and a slight mhmm escapes your lips. I haven't turned you around yet. I don't want to. I want you from behind. As we look up, we can both see our reflections in the window over the sink. You can see the smirk and confidence on my face and I can see the lust and trepidation in your eyes.
I slide the bra off your shoulders and it falls into a heap. I admire your tits in the reflection. They are perfectly shaped with small pink areolas and little cherry red nipples that are to die for. They are slightly more than a handful and me being as big as I am that is saying something. My fingertips trace your shoulders as I start kissing down your back. Squatting as I get lower and lower. I find it so fucking hot the way you arch your back into me. The goosebumps covering your skin as you respond to my touch. I slide my fingers in the waistband of you panties and slide them down. The audible soft sigh you let out is deafening to me. My cock aches inside my jeans and I need to release that pressure. I stand back up and reach around you cupping your left tit. Kneading it softly I start to unbutton my jeans. All of the sudden I feel your fingers on mine as you decide to take over. I move my hand back up and caress your other tit and your hand fumbles to unbutton my jeans. Once you have unzipped them I feel the pressure release around my cock and it is my turn to let out a deep groan. I feel you pushing my jeans down and I lend a helping hand to finally get them off. You immediately go for my boxer briefs but I stop you. I am in charge here and I move your hand away (love this). As I am kneading your breasts I lean you forward just a bit and you feel my cockhead press into your back. You can feel the heat emanating from it as I slide it along your skin. I place your hands back on the sink counter and slide back down behind you. Your ass is incredible and I take time to massage each cheek. As I pull your cheeks apart with each massage I have the joy of getting brief little glimpses of your asshole. You continue to softly moan as I pull your cheeks apart and shock you when I lightly run my tongue through the crack of your ass. My God you taste divine. I run it back up again and you shudder violently. I get down on my knees for a better view and for the first time I see you are shaved. Not completely but your lips are shaved smooth and I can see just how much you want this. Your pussy is dripping and your inner thighs are moist to prove it. The smell is intoxicating and I lean in to get a big whiff. You are pushing yourself back into me wanting me to touch you. But I am not ready yet. I see the juices on your inner thigh and decide to clean it up for you. I lick the wetness up with long strong strokes of my tongue leaving my saliva in its place.
The time has come for me to do what I have wanted to do since the first moment I saw you. I place my hands on your inner thighs and spread them slightly more. You gasp and moan knowing what is coming next. I inhale deeply as I slide my tongue through your lips. Your pussy is soaked and on fire. The heat is just incredible and I am beside myself. I continue licking you up and down, but making sure I don't touch your clit. Not yet. I am not ready to give you that pleasure just yet. I am not sure you have earned it. Up and down faster and faster tasting you drinking you in. Never thought you would be this wet. I feel you start to move back into me. Your hips slowly gyrating. You are moaning louder and louder almost grunting, so I place my hands on them and slow you down. Hmmm not yet slut. I run my tongue back up to your asshole and taste it again. Hmmm fuck so good. Rimming it lightly. Feeling you squirm and you let out a squeal I have never heard before. My tongue penetrates you and I slowly start tonguing your ass. You like that don't you slut. This intruder, your "friend" tongue fucking your ass. You groan and push back into me. This time I allow it. You can hear the guttural sounds coming from me as I continue my eating. Hmmm that's it baby fuck my face. Faster, harder, deeper into you. My nose tickling your lower back as I push my tongue in as far as it can go. I knew what a naughty slut you truly are and I am now getting a glimpse of it, as your pussy continues to leak down your thighs and onto me. As you start grinding faster I pull out. You let out a whimper of someone who has fully succumbed. Hmmm not yet slut. I sit down and tell you to move your legs back some. I sit between them and for the first time I make eye contact with you. The look on your face is like nothing I have seen. Pure surrender and lust. I can't help but notice your breasts rising and falling from your deep breaths. They are incredible a sight to behold. I give a wry smile up to you and all you respond with is a soft biting of your lower lip. For the first time I see that your pussy is covered with a small patch of hair just above your clit. Trimmed neatly and shaved everywhere else. As I lower lips towards your pussy I see you biting deeper into your lower lip. I make eye contact the moment my lips encircle your clit and watch them practically come out of your head. You let out a moan that feels like it came out of your clit into the depths of my soul. I felt its hardness at first touch, but it feels like it is growing harder between my lips. I run the flat of my tongue over your clit and your legs start to buckle a bit. You close your eyes and I immediately stop. You open them in shock and I tell you to keep your eyes open and locked on me until I tell you to. You just whimper and nod your head slowly.
I wet my middle finger and watch you as I slowly slide it inside you. You are so fucking wet. Your pussy immediately clamps down on my invading presence and I feel it tighten. I move my head back to your clit and start flicking and rolling it around my tongue. You are moaning loudly now and have reached down and started playing with your right nipple. I am fascinated watching you roll it between your fingers and start finger fucking you harder, deeper. I wrap my lips again around your clit and suck you in and you scream out. I look up to make eye contact. All you can see between those gorgeous tits are my eyes, forehead and hairline staring back up at you as I continue my ways. You can hear me sucking hungrily on your clit can't you? The noises, the wetness. The audacity that this guy from my work is sucking my wet clit, fingering my tight pussy, and making me his. You love it though. Because this is who you truly are and only I know that. You are now aggressively fucking my face and I am welcoming it. I have added a second finger and can feel you milking them for all you are worth. Between my fingers and my mouth on your clit you can feel your orgasm building. It's building, bigger and bigger. So close I can feel you clamping down harder. You want to come don't you? Just as I feel you are about to go over the edge, I pull my fingers out and release your clit. You whimper loudly and start to protest but the look in my eye lets you know not to say a fucking word.
I stand up and turn you around. I lean in and kiss you for the very first time. I can smell my cum on you. I want you to taste yourself on my lips. How wet I have made you. How it is I that has found out how you truly are and what reaction that has caused your body to make. The kiss is long and deep. I can feel your tongue dancing around mine tasting yourself all over my mouth. I pull away and without saying a word I put my hands on your shoulders and start pushing you down. You know better to even try to protest and you squat down immediately. I feel you kiss my stomach and run your manicured fingers up and down the length of my cock in my boxer briefs. It feels incredible and I could burst any second, but I am not ready to. Not yet. You take no time in removing my boxers and let out a moan as you see what I have waiting for you. My cock is rigid and the mushroom head is bright purple. Pre-cum leaking from the tip. You are amazed at its girth. The length is average size about 6.5 inches, but the girth is close to 6 inches itself. You wrap you left hand around it and your fingers don't touch on the other side. I grunt very loud at your cold hand touching my cock and the feeling is sensational. You lean forward and with one swipe of your tongue lick my cockhead clean. It is my turn to buckle and I almost do. But not yet. You push my cock up to my stomach and look up at me as you run your tongue along underside of it, all the way to the head. I am clean shaven and you love that don't you slut. You love the way a smooth hairless cock feels in your hands and mouth. I know you do. I feel your other hand start to caress my balls as you slowly start pumping my cock. Looking up at me you lick your lips seductively and lower yourself over my cock head. Your mouth so hot so welcoming feels incredible. You hungrily start sucking my cock but because of its girth you can only get me half way down, so you start pumping with the other hand. It feels good but it isn't what I want. I place my left hand on the back of your head and tell you to release your hand off my cock. I am in control now. I start slowly, by guiding your head back and forth on my cock. Not roughly mind you but just enough pressure to let you know what I want. You respond enthusiastically and suck harder. Like a vice grip, you lock your lips around my cock and I can feel your tongue sliding along its underside. I start getting more aggressive and pulling your head back and forth. Faster and faster. Grunting. Take it slut. Take it all. I told you you fucking wanted it. I get even more aggressive fucking your mouth harder. Your saliva streaming down to your breasts. The gagging and sputtering sounds you are making around my cock is unreal as I continue my assault. Raping your mouth over and over like the good little slut you are. You start strumming my balls and feel them start to tighten. You look up to see the sweat pouring off of me, the veins in my neck and forehead bulging as I continue to drive my hips into you. Hmmmm fuck yes slut. Take it. Take it all. I can feel my balls churning in your hand and I am on the verge of exploding. Do I just shoot it down your throat? No, I know what kind of woman you are, I have known it all along. As I finally start to lose control I pull out and let out the loudest grunting sound I can make and start spraying my cum all over you. You open your mouth and try to catch what you can but there is too much and it is too late. I have now marked you as mine. Looking down at you, I tell you to clean it up. You take your index finger and start swiping it up bringing it to your lips and feasting on it hungrily. With my cock still leaking you bring it back to your mouth and give it a nice warm wash. The feeling is quite intense at first but I feel myself starting to grow again. I pull you off of me and stand you up. I look at you smiling, knowing exactly what this all means. "What a good slut you are," I say. With cum in your hair and some residue on your left tit I turn you around and let you see your reflection in the window. You look at yourself and for the first time let the hint of a smile form across your lips. I told you I knew.
Anyways I appreciate anyone who took the time to read my diatribe..LOL
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Wife of Bath
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Stilts, I think that story is totally hot. Excuse me while I go take care of some...*ahem*...business of a personal nature...
Thanks I appreciate the feedback..Like I said i know there are a few mistakes so I will clean them up and then make a decision
Thank you *blushes*...Is it tax time?
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Don't "clean" it up too much.....
It is a very hot tale, and well constructed. I have come across a LOT worse on the story board
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NO kidding. There where some that where supposedly in English, but the sentence structure and grammar where something between Polynesian and Alpha Centaurian.It is a very hot tale, and well constructed. I have come across a LOT worse on the story board
I'll generally read anything, but I couldn't read some of those contributions.
RyanBlack
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Excellent Tale Stilts---
I really liked the build up and release of the story!!!
great job keep it up---I have no idea why that would be rejected--I have never submitted any of mine yet but dont have a clue as to why that story was not posted--it is vastly better than many that I have read.
RB
I really liked the build up and release of the story!!!
great job keep it up---I have no idea why that would be rejected--I have never submitted any of mine yet but dont have a clue as to why that story was not posted--it is vastly better than many that I have read.
RB
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RyanBlack
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I knew thatWe've been drinking most of the evening, and while I’m not sloshed I am pretty buzzed. And feeling frisky. And Danny, my older brother, is pretty well gone too. Enough, anyway, that we feel totally comfortable with the way we’ve been flirting with each other. Not much new there, really, we’ve always flirted with each other. But tonight it’s different. Tonight we both have that “I want you” look in our eyes. It turns me on to know that he wants me, and I so want to do something sweet for him, something loving and giving.
Actually, to be blunt: I want to suck his cock. I’ve always wanted to. And tonight, as we sit and listen to music on the stereo and sit close to each other, his arm over my shoulders, I tell myself I will. I’m just waiting for the right moment.
Eventually it comes..so to speak. Danny finishes his fifth or sixth beer and he leans close and pecks me on the cheek. I turn my head and return his kiss, but on the lips. At the same time I move my hand, letting it slide over his lap until it finds his hard cock. I touch and rub him through his pants. He kisses me again and touches my tits, fondling and squeezing them. I feel the fire bloom between my legs.
We kiss and touch for several long and sweet moments, until I can’t take it anymore. I unzip his fly and reach in, take hold of his big hard cock and pull it out. I dip my head down and take him in my mouth. God, it’s so hot, just the sensation of having my brother’s cock in my mouth. I just hold it there for a while as he moves his hand from my tits and caresses my hair.
Finally, I start to suck him. I want to suck him off, but after only a few seconds he pulls away. I feel frustrated and impatient, but I realize quickly that he isn’t making me stop. Instead, he just wants to get up and stand in front of me. In seconds his big lovely cock is in front of my face again. I smile and kiss it, then take it in my mouth and begin sucking again. Danny moans and plays with my hair, holds my head as I move my mouth forward and back. I slide my lips and tongue over him, sucking and licking, until finally his cock swells in my mouth. I moan a little too, in anticipation. Danny groans, and suddenly my big brother’s cocks is throbbing and pumping his semen into my mouth; it flows warmly over my tongue, yet another turn on for me; I also love the sensation of a man’s cum spilling into my mouth.
Finally, he’s done, and I swallow my brother’s semen, then take my mouth away and look up at him with little sister’s adoring eyes.
Actually, to be blunt: I want to suck his cock. I’ve always wanted to. And tonight, as we sit and listen to music on the stereo and sit close to each other, his arm over my shoulders, I tell myself I will. I’m just waiting for the right moment.
Eventually it comes..so to speak. Danny finishes his fifth or sixth beer and he leans close and pecks me on the cheek. I turn my head and return his kiss, but on the lips. At the same time I move my hand, letting it slide over his lap until it finds his hard cock. I touch and rub him through his pants. He kisses me again and touches my tits, fondling and squeezing them. I feel the fire bloom between my legs.
We kiss and touch for several long and sweet moments, until I can’t take it anymore. I unzip his fly and reach in, take hold of his big hard cock and pull it out. I dip my head down and take him in my mouth. God, it’s so hot, just the sensation of having my brother’s cock in my mouth. I just hold it there for a while as he moves his hand from my tits and caresses my hair.
Finally, I start to suck him. I want to suck him off, but after only a few seconds he pulls away. I feel frustrated and impatient, but I realize quickly that he isn’t making me stop. Instead, he just wants to get up and stand in front of me. In seconds his big lovely cock is in front of my face again. I smile and kiss it, then take it in my mouth and begin sucking again. Danny moans and plays with my hair, holds my head as I move my mouth forward and back. I slide my lips and tongue over him, sucking and licking, until finally his cock swells in my mouth. I moan a little too, in anticipation. Danny groans, and suddenly my big brother’s cocks is throbbing and pumping his semen into my mouth; it flows warmly over my tongue, yet another turn on for me; I also love the sensation of a man’s cum spilling into my mouth.
Finally, he’s done, and I swallow my brother’s semen, then take my mouth away and look up at him with little sister’s adoring eyes.
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you just keep writing... fuck that was hot! Someone who gets what us women really want.
there's some stuff that could be polished but I'd certainly resubmit - don't change too much though!!!
Not changing too too much. Just some verbage and structure..Thank you for your commentsDon't "clean" it up too much.....
It is a very hot tale, and well constructed. I have come across a LOT worse on the story board
As you know we are our own worst critics. Thanks for taking the time to read it and the comments are much appreciated.
you just keep writing... fuck that was hot! Someone who gets what us women really want.
there's some stuff that could be polished but I'd certainly resubmit - don't change too much though!!!
Awww thank you sweetie. Not sure about the whole understanding part, but I am glad you liked it
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We've been drinking most of the evening, and while I’m not sloshed I am pretty buzzed. And feeling frisky. And Danny, my older brother, is pretty well gone too. Enough, anyway, that we feel totally comfortable with the way we’ve been flirting with each other. Not much new there, really, we’ve always flirted with each other. But tonight it’s different. Tonight we both have that “I want you” look in our eyes. It turns me on to know that he wants me, and I so want to do something sweet for him, something loving and giving.
Well done BM---those quick and dirty scenes are ideal for this thread. Good writing.
