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Safefunguy
Britwitch
CollegeRomantic
poohlive

poohlive to start

They shared a kiss.

It was simple and sweet. It was the kind of kiss that reminded you of summer days, gobbling down ice cream on the back porch as small vanilla and chocolate streaks of it run down your hand. Licking it up, laughing, watching the sun set, knowing that summer was a time that could never go away.

The kiss smelled of freshly cut grass. It tentalized with dry dirt brought up from sliding into home after that perfect home run hit. It aroused with the simple pleasures of more to come.

Drake knew all of this. He knew it because he felt it as he pressed into her. He felt her, through the simple summer dress she wore, those floral patterns running rampant in his mind. His hands came to her side, pausing for a moment, daring to touch further, but instead only reaching the curve of her hips.

He felt her tongue first, gentle, probing, like the first snowflake to fall upon a cheek. It was cold and surprising, yet welcome at the same time. He opened his mouth, let her in, the taste and the touch. They met, caressed, found each other on this simple step to her apartment.

She paused, her eyes daring, daunting... lips quivered and pouty. She teased him with her fingers running along his chest.

"Come in... for some coffee, won't you?"

She didn't have coffee, he didn't like coffee. It didn't matter. He followed her in.

Up this flight of stairs, he watched her go, the small of her dress floating just above her knees. His eyes wandering to the hem line, watching for visions of her legs, peeking up at her like some horny high schooler under the bleachers.

She giggled, as if knowing... and her steps became slower, more pronounced. She let him watch.

Inside the apartment, she pounced this time, her kisses wild and ravenous. They were on fire, dancing on his skin. He had never felt a woman's teeth before, nipping and biting him like some piece of meat. He moaned against her, dying of the simple sweet pleasures she sent shocking through his system.

When she pulled from him it felt like an eternity, some broken bond which he could not part. She sauntered into the bedroom, actually sauntering, her legs entwining with each step, only a single pause to give him one of those fuck me looks, hard and hungry were her eyes.

The simple dress fell from her shoulders, cascading to the ground, pooling around her flawless feet. She wore no bra, only a simple thong underneath. Her steps continued without a pause, her body perfect, a figurine of prosperity.

He followed, helpless, his own clothes being shed like scales from a snake. Shoes, his tie, pants, shirt, boxers...

And her, on the bed, breasts high and pronounced, nipples hard, pressing out, defying gravity. She parted her legs only slightly, only a glimpes, letting his eyes wander over her.

He moved on top of her, smooth as water flowing over a stone. He kissed her. She took him in, her legs wrapping around him, her hands reaching out to his, the feel of cold steel on his wrist.

Cold steel?

He felt the handcuffs, both of them, both wrists. He was cuffed to the head of her bed, a hard strong headboard made of actual iron. Was she playing? Was this some sort of dirty game, a girl who liked to have fun in the bedroom?

Oh god, yes... the perfect woman.

Drake bent down to kiss her again, but she had slid out from under him. He twisted around, laying on his back, his arms over his head, crossed... pulled tight from the cuffs.

She leaned against the doorway, her frame matching it perfectly, tall lean lithe figure making his cock hard, straining against him.

"What are you doing?" He said, low and heavy in his voice, until he saw she had his pants, and took out his wallet, leafing through it.

"Hey... what are you doing?" This time it was a real question.

"Drake," She pouted, biting her lower lip, "You have something they want."

"What? They? Who?" He didn't understand, he couldn't. He couldn't think, his entire brain was functioning on this loud hard pulsing inside of him, nothing but sex in bright neon lights running through him, electrified. How could he answer questions when she stood like that in the doorway.

"You know who... Drake. I think it's time we talked."

He pulled at the handcuffs, testing their strength. They didn't give. He tried again, yanking as hard as he could. His arms tensed, aching from his attempt, but the iron against steel didn't even bend.

Oh god, he was trapped.

"What... Miranda?"

She walked over to him, wallet and pants dropping to the floor. She had only one thing in her hand. A card, a very special card. It was blue... a lump caught in his throat. Oh God, no. Not Blue. Any card but that one.

And suddenly he knew. He understood. They had told him to be careful, they told him to watch himself. Everything made so much sense now. How could he have been so stupid?

She slid into the bed, her thighs so perfect, parting as she straddled him. She lowered herself slowly against him, both of their sexes pressing together. God, he was still soo hard. Her pussy lips quivering as they touched his cock. She moved herself up and down it, drops of juice running onto him.

He moaned, despite everything... God he still wanted her.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy and tell me what I want to know, or do we have to do this the hard way?"

Drake bit his lower lip...

Tag: Collegromantic

Miranda looked down at him with a mixture of anger and pity. He wanted her, he had made it clear from the start. Luckily for her, she wanted him as well. Unfortunately a tiny credit card sized piece of cardboard was going to ruin it.

She squeezed her tight pussy around his pulsing cock, he moaned. Part of her thrilled to hear such a guttural, essentially male sound emanating from him. But it wasn't the sound she needed, the sound her life depended upon.

"You like that, don't you? Now it's time to give me what I like. Tell me where it is. That's all you have to do cowboy, then we can do this" She began to ride him at a pace that was just too slow. "as long as you want."

She had no idea if that were true, he could blurt all he knew and be shot on his way home. She hoped not. The angry part of her was somewhat less forgiving. Men like Drake were so quick to run after an easy fuck. A few kisses, some flirty looks, and they were all over her. But they had no idea. She had watched many a similar man take a bullet to the head post coitus, only too willing to do whatever it took to keep in terms with such a 'champion lay'. She had also put plenty of bullets into unsuspecting interlopers.

She leaned down and suckled at his nipples, still keeping up that oh so slow pace that was driving him mad. "So what'll it be, cowboy? Are you going to give me what I want? Because the way I see it, you need this a -lot- more than I do."

"What are you -uh....- talking about?" He could barely speak. His mind had taken up residence at the head of his cock which was going crazy. If she didn't start moving faster, he was sure he would die of anticipation. She smirked, taunting him, knowing exactly how he felt. She had seen it all too many times before.

"You know what I mean, I need to know about EmpirTech's Nova Terra program. And you, cowboy, are the man who knows a little too much" She leaned back now, stroking her rock hard nipples, and giving him a full view of where her hot wet pussy was engulfing his cock.

Part of her wanted to shake some sense into him, tell him that no matter what he thought was going to happen, his only real choice was to spill the beans and act as a double operative until the day they decided he was no longer useful.

He arched his back involuntarily, loving the sight of her, displayed for his view, her perfect body glistening with sweat and juices. At any time when he was positive his life -wasn't- in danger, it would have been heavenly. But now, it was just starting to sink in that what he thought was a fun little bedroom game, was something very, very dangerous.

"Why are you doin this? What do you have to gain?" He gasped as she reached a hand down to play with herself, her pussy contracting around him once more.

"Haven't you guessed, Drake? I am one of the Seven. I have everything to gain" She bent down to kiss him, before riding him into oblivion.

TAG- Safefunguy

Drake knew that he was in way over his head; it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. He grimaced at the irony that his work on Nova Terra put him in that category.

"Who was this crazy woman who was bouncing up and down on him like there was no tomorrow?" he puzzled. "Strike that, she is completely in control of what she is doing she set me up. However, if she really is one of the Seven, then tomorrow may very well be an unlikely part of any little future I may have!"

Drake moaned involuntarily as Miranda leaned back, changing the angle of their joining. Her head thrown back, Miranda’s breasts bobbed in time to her motions as she took her pleasure from him. The sheen of sweat glazing her body caught the light and was quite beautiful the detached, observant portion of Drake noted.

This would have otherwise been a very pleasant experience but the full realization of just how serious a predicament he was in, made him think this was not a water cooler story; hell he was going to have to play things very smart to even see the water cooler again.

Drake had been warned of the high stakes nature of this enterprise. He had eagerly signed on, willing to test the limits of his agile mind in developing the new technologies to access what existed beyond the limits of our solar system.

Espionage, subterfuge, and sabotage were all things from James Bond films. They never happened to computer geeks like him. He had never paid attention to the briefings. How he regretted it now.

Another change of position by Miranda snapped him from his thoughts. She popped bolt upright clamping down on his swollen member, shaking with the intensity of her own orgasm. Drake gasped as in her throes she was holding him so hard, he swore it felt as if she were going to rip his dick right off.

Miranda's body was quivering all over as she loosened her hold of him. She slipped off of his cock which pulsed in the air, slick with her juices. It twitched its betrayal of him. The smell of sweat and sex filled his senses as Miranda once again went back to business.

Miranda crawled catlike up the bed, the card in hand, until her mouth was inches from his ear. Her breath was hot in in ear. Drake couldn't help himself; his body once again betrayed him as a rush of pleasure coursed throughout. Goosebumps formed on his arms and his cock swayed from her heat. She raised her left leg and laid it across his thigh; Drake could feel the heat radiating of her still quivering pussy. She was still excited and perhaps in that lay the way out of his predicament.

"Now Drake," Miranda purred into his ear. "You know who I am. You know what I need to do." Miranda slowly dragged the blue card across his chest to idly toy with his left nipple.

"Be a good cowboy and tell me all about what I am going to find on this little card and you won't be disappointed." She continued: "I have enjoyed our little fun and would like play some more, but not unless you give me what I want.

Miranda was obviously enjoying the effect she was having on him. Drake thought it wouldn't have mattered if she read recipes as long as she kept the contact between them and the whispering in his ear. He had to admit that he did want her, but how the hell was he going to get away from her?

Drake knew that the way out meant getting his hands free. Miranda would have to know she was safe and confident that she would get her way for that to ever happen. "What the hell do I have to lose?" he thought.

He threw his right leg over Miranda, pressing his cock into her hip. At the same time he turned as far to her as he could, the cuffs biting into his wrists to find her mouth with his.

Drake felt Miranda gasp at the unexpected move. He parted his lips to take Miranda’s bottom lip into his mouth to gently suck on it. His tongue flickered over the edge, before quickly releasing it. He pressed his mouth hard against Miranda's; his tongue probing and prodding seeking to invade and explore her mouth.

He could tell Miranda had not expected this assault. It was obvious that she thought him completely under her spell. His hips rocked against hers as his wet cock slid along the leg he held captive between his. His actions spread her juices along the length of her thigh.

Miranda had been stunned yes, but was now reacting to his motions. Pressing back against him she took his tongue eagerly into her mouth and sucked on it. Drake pulled hard at the cuffs once, twice, and a third time in futility before sighing in frustration.

Drake broke off the kiss with Miranda and stilled the movements of his hips, his pulsing dick pressed between the two of them throbbing with the excitement of the heat of their contact. He looked deeply into Miranda's eyes "Please let me hold you... let me stroke you, let me caress and knead your luscious bottom, let me lift those magnificent breasts to my lips so that I may taste and touch them, allow me to stroke your swollen pleasure bud as I drink of your nectar." He turned his face away from hers and allowed his shoulders to slump as much as they could given the situation. He sighed in frustration.

Drake was fairly certain she wasn't going to buy the lines, but he had no other choice. He didn't want to ruin any slim chance he may have had by turning back to face her. "Why was she hesitating?" he wondered.

Perhaps there was a way to come out of this alive after all.....


TAG: Britwitch