Masquerade (Closed)

[Sweetp4u]

OOC: This is for Homerun and myself

IC:

Brit


Every year it is the same thing, some random Halloween masquerade thrown before the full swing of the holiday season beings. We all gather at some random business tower down town for a night of masked debauchery, dealings, drinking, eating and try to remember to behave. Every year it is one scandal after another on this night, however this year, no one has had any melt downs or catastrophe. No mental break downs, no cheating spouses unveiled, and no one brought their mistress for once. Were we all aging before our time or this god damned boring?


I stood in the dark, my husband is who knows where and nor do I care where he is. Probably discussing some sort of new medical contraption or other, boring his buddies and their ladies. The gown is black, with the darkest blue panels with peek-a-boo lace slots here and there. I wore something scandalous this year, something less tame and boring. I am fed up being the trophy wife but Martha fucking Stewart is not me and I am so bored with trying to be her. I am no Brady Bunch kind of woman and my husband seems to have forgotten that as well as me.. But hey, it happens, right? marriage.. Blah.


IN the dark recess, I watch those come and go, eyes shifting from one man to another, all standing stoicly by as their women mingle with others and yet not a single one approaches, not a single one would ask me to dance. Because of my husband? Most likely, but I am sure that eventually someone will be bold enough to not give a shit about Micha's status at the company and approach.. Well, I can hope at least.

 

[Homerun2611]

Richard (Rick) Harris

One man knew who I was at this party, and I had zero intent on expanding that most select group. Danny Jacobson, the CFO of Alcamed, had invited me to this party. He had oversold the debauchery, this was a dud so far. However, I was in Salt Lake City, one night, and this had sounded better than most options. At least there was alcohol here, all top shelf stuff and plenty of it, and we were as incognito as we wanted to be.

Sorry, let me introduce myself, I am Richard (Rick) Harris, and that is the last time I am like to use my correct name with anyone...at least anyone that doesn't have as much to lose as I do. I had been given fair warning, so I had on my Armani tux, my mask, and I was scouring the room, hoping to make memories.

I am an investment banker from the midwest, and I represent a private equity group from Chicago, looking to take over Alcamed, friendly, hostile, really made no difference, speed was the important factor. I would be back next week, offer in hand for their CEO, and if he balked, it would quickly become a proxy fight with shareholders. But he did not know I was here, and I had no intention for him to.

Little did I know how closely our paths would come to crossing...crossing streams almost. You will understand my joke as this plays out. I saw her across the room, smouldering...and alone. I looked around, she got lots...I mean LOTS of looks...but no one approached her. Then again, no one was as anonymous as me...and the others had to feign being happily married...my wife was 900 miles away...so I had no such shackles.

She didn't see me coming until I was behind her, she felt my hand on her hip, most inappropriate for a woman I had never met, but inappropriate was what I was here for. She turned abruptly to look into the eyes behind the mask. I spoke before she could talk or run..."So how in the hell are you alone...you are either too beautiful or too scary for these men to dare approach...I don't think they would shy from beauty...so your husband must scare the shit out of them...the puppeteer pulling the strings I take it...so perhaps I have good news...I hope...I could not give a shit about your husband...no one knows me here..and I would love to dance...would you do me the honor...I'm Rick and you are?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

The rustle of lace and silk shift in place, turning with expectation of a friend as my husband would not peel himself free until time to return home. Surprised to find an unknown man with the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes I'd ever seen. His voice deep, his smile captivating to say the least and I could feel the heat unfurl in my body.

So many reasons to say no to this man, "Yes." My left hand, rock included, held up for him to take, to lead me where ever he may. A passing waiter was given my champagne glass, and within a space of heart beats, I was in his arms. Poised, this man knew how to dance? My god, a miracle! What had he said to me, asked me? It all sort of fell away the moment he smiled at me, or perhaps the second moment and his words registered in such a sultry deep baritone? The music began, some haunting Halloween ish style slow gothic piece, "You can call me Brit." Is all I would give him, and all he needed as he begun to lead me about the floor.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

"Attractive ring...", I smiled and winked taking her hand "...for some security...for others a noose". This woman felt good in my arms, 'Brit', the name had a certain lyrical lilt, 'had a rogue American ever invaded and taken a Brit...well the night was still young'. The music lead to close dancing, and I pulled her into my strong chest, spinning her at my whim, with some intricate cross overs of arm and hand positions, and she followed my every lead...a good sign indeed.

Women who can really dance are amazing in bed, my wife can't dance worth shit...and never would. But I was not home, and this was not her...the music ended and I did not break hold...I had not intention of letting go...at least not yet.

"If you had not danced it would have been a crime..."the lights dimmed a bit to compliment the smoky jazz number the band started to play...and I let my hand slide from her waist, down to her thigh, and let it meander up her toned legs and better ass. "...a woman who looks and moves like you, needs to be led by a firm hand...and allowed to thrill the room with her very presence".

As I pulled her back in,and our bodies grinded a bit to the sultry music...she would know I was aroused...she deserved that...it was my ultimate compliment to a sexy woman...and a fantastic dancer...Rick's rating...one very hard cock

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

He tried to trick me, to trip me up and through me off balance, not noticeably horrid of the man, but just enough to see if I could keep up. A sly man, a sharp minded one at that an shrewd. Could sense it about him, in the masterful way in which he guide me, spun me, brought me into him without obviousness. The room had no idea he was rock hard and his hand had grazed bare flesh and lace covered bottom. The jazzy number was sultry, her voice calling to her lover, to fulfill her, to make her his own. Interesting song to play in a function like this, a charity for children of all things. Yet, here we are in costumes and gowns, supposedly anonymous and the only one unknown to me here tonight, is this one here. Rick.

I noticed his ring, as he had noticed mine, though mine is not easily missed. Still we dance, much closer than appropriate, but who the hell is watching and.. who cares? "And you have firm hands, don't you, Rick?" Sly that smile lifts, mischief dancing in green eyes behind the mask. Does he even know me, or care? I hope not, it isn't why I am here, nor what I care to do. Small talk is the norm, and I am so fed up with the boring normalcy. He turns me out, only to reel me back in to him in firm contact, leaving no doubt in my mind that he is hard.

"Is that lovely gift all for me?" Teases out as we brush close together. Hands claps, mine hugging up his arm to grip at his broad shoulder, to tip toe to his ear and whisper as I intentionally brush my thigh to the swelling in his pristine slacks. "Such a lovely compliment if it is." Blood is pumping, I am not sure if it his his eyes, that smile, or the feel of his hands on me? It is all arousing! The steps, the sensual way we move together though we have only just met and that sexy little growl in his voice as he speaks to me. I am soaked! No thoughts of my husband dwell in my mind, nor in my heart, every little cell of me is almost panting out for this stranger to stroke and burn me.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

My ring is on my finger...not to ward women off, but truth in advertising...I will fuck your brains out...give you the multi orgasmic night of your life...but there it ended...I have too much money to get divorced...I am looking for a woman who needs to scratch that itch before slinking back home with memories that she and her vibrator can hopefully relive for a long time.

The feel of my hand on her ass, shot a jolt through me that might have killed a lesser man. "Oh you have no idea just how talented these strong hand are...each finger well trained to deliver pleasure or pain as desired". I was growling, not angry, far from...she had me burning...and I was trying to stay within control until I was far more confident this volcano was going to be able to erupt.

I laughed, at her line, and then let a gutteral moan escape as her toned thigh, rubbed and pushed against my aching prick. "Of course it is Brit...when a woman is responsible for erecting the toy...it would not be gentlemenly to not allow her to play with it". She steps back, and I truly get to take in her dress, I take my time, making sure she notices my gaze down and back up, burning as my eyes lock on her, "your dress is stunning...truly stunning...just enough to leave something to the imagination...it is just that...I don't even think my imagination would do it justice...a true masterpiece must be enjoyed completely unveiled and in the hands of a true connoisseur..."

The music halted..."let's take a short break and get a drink...my understanding is the roof top bar here is breathtaking...should we get fresh...air?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

"Mmmm.." A thoughtful sound? A moan of promise? I reveal nothing, merely smile and step out of his hold and those magnificent hands of his. "Air would be welcome, it is a bit warm in here, isn't it?" Slowly I turn, slowly spinning until eyes must break contact and head must follow. Towards the elevator I go, paced stride, not too hurried not be noticed but not too slow to be halted either. In the elevator I step within, hold the HOLD button and stand to one side until he follows me in.

"Twenty five floors to the top." A smile lifts, half cocked and full of danger. He is shut in here with me, lucky for him I can behave myself. I always behave myself, it is rather disappointing to think I will continue to do so. Everyone reaches that breaking point, don't they? Fed up of being ignored, wanting that kind of attention that makes ghost trails slink up your spine when that memory randomly pops into mind and your knees get all weak? Yeah, that's what I am thinking of here.. Right now, spouse be damned. I have NEVER cheated before, ever. Thoughts of 'what am I doing?' does go through my head. I'd be lying to myself if I tried to play this off as a harmless flirt. I want him. I will have him.

The door chimes and off we step, to the chilled air and darkness of night skies. I do not drink but always make a show of it. At least pretend to be like everyone else, on the outside. We move about the far side of the vacant bar, no worker in sight but then again, it is shut down for the night too. "Guess there isn't anything up here to drink, is there?" I turn to him, question in my words, where to now?

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

“Funny, wasn’t at all warm earlier, but almost on fire now”. I chuckle, sliding my hand to the middle of her lowere back, ‘definitely works out...or has the genetics of a lioness’. But she doesn’t wait for me to guide. She makes a bee line to the elevator, not quite rude, but certainly a woman with a purpose. I admire watching her, ‘my god, what an ass’.

She holds the door, fire in eyes, a crooked smile, a woman should not look at a man with such promise, unless she intends to keep them. But I se the confidence in her stance, that look, God Damn that look, and I am confident we are on the same trajectory. Somewhere during that first dance, the turns, spins, grind, attraction transformed itself first into desire, and ended in craving. I am so hungry, I could explode, and I am not talking food. I must open those thighs and partake of her bounty, anything less tonight will be a total fucking failure.

“Twenty five floors to the top”, such a tease. Don’t poke the tiger. I am so tempted to push red button, stop our little carriage, and take my first taste of her. Bu I imagine ringing alarms and unwanted attention. No, stealth is my friend tonight. A man most impatient by nature, a type A’s type A will bide his time. I am confident she is worth the investment. “It does seem like such wasted time, but isn’t the enjoying the presents under the tree, make the opening even that much more enjoyable”. My growl is back, lust has overtaken my body, every cell is engaged, and it is all I can muster without outright attacking.

From what I’ve said and how I have acted, you probably think I am a player. Not really true. Yes, I want this woman in the most carnal way. But if I were home, with my wife like the poor saps below. I would not be here right now, and planning to do shortly what is increasingly feeling like a fait accompli. Oh I would have asked her to dance, and flirted, and done my damndest to make sure she walked away with soaked panties, but I would not have wanted to nor tried to close. I am in a marriage where vanilla is the only flavor. And as I have long since tired of vanilla, I rarely if ever dine anymore. But I u derstand money, and the basis of strength and power. I am not throwing away what I have for some Twinkie.

I find it comical that other men shied away because of who she was. They don’t understand. She has as much to lose as I do. Therefore she will only be here if she has the same aching need. There is a song in Hamilton, a quandary between to lover’s stating “you will never be satisfied” for me in many ways truer words may never be spoken. However, as I look at the sexy Ferrari of a woman next to me in the elevator, I see a woman dying to be driven 200 mph into the turns and redlined until she can barely walk. I want to be that driver, and at least for a few glorious hours be satisfied.

We get out, the bar is closed, I realize, a most fortunate turn of events. “Guess there isn’t anything to drink here?” I unbutton a middle button on my shirt. I reach down and take her fingers in mine, our fingers interlock locked and I walk her two steps back, her back pressed up against the far dark wal. I hear the labored breathing. Hard to tell if it is mine or hers. I raise her hands up over her head, still locked in mine, and I lean in and kiss her. First lips brush, barely touch, then press more firmly, lips separating, tongues coiling and mating. I break the kiss, and bring her right hand down, sliding my fingers to her wrist, I slide her hand through the shirt opening, and press her palm against my chest. “Do you feel my heart pounding, you did this, it only echoes the throbbing and ache below...” I inhale deeply, “...and my sense is that wonderful musk means your body is similarly engaged. The only question is do we go back to the ballroom..or to my room...I know what I want...what our bodies want...now, can we get your mind to agree?”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

Lips lift, sample and partake of the offering he so graciously presses in to share. The man is a smooth one, dangerous and sensual. Unapologetic in his actions and the taking of what is so obviously being offered up, and rolling with it? Fucking HOT! Our tongues tap, wiggle and tap again, lips part but barely press, teasing one another. Retreat and follow, dip in and he parries. Again, tongues flex, wet and slick, they meet, meld and tangle. He has me pinned, loosely so that there is no question in it being MY choice to yield and remain, or to pull free and … Well, there is no chance in hell I am leaving. Not now.


Breathing does labor, and I let it out in soft little murmurs of pleasure, inaudible pleasure sounds and moans. Arching from the wall to press wanton flesh into his domain, to level a single thigh-high clad stocking clad leg to his hip, loop and hook him in. Pulling him into the crux of that V below he can not see, can scent and wants to feel. Breasts rise and threaten to spill out of the lacey top barely containing them, but I get him into me and press, rubbing my aching silk covered sex against hip as our lips part and eyes open to find him watching me. I feel like prey and God damn! Do I love it!


"What is your room number?" Faintly the deep red lip stick has smeared just a bit from lower lip towards dimple and chin, not much but enough to see it glistening a bit at the corner of his lower lip. I marked him, in a way and that too makes me ache, makes my kitten cinch up in want and weep to for attention. I should tug my hand free, to grasp and stroke him through his dark suit but I want to feel skin on skin... Funny how the party and spouse so easily fades away from my mind.

 

[Homerun2611]

I release hand but she keeps it there. My hand slides under extended knee and pulls in. Best fucking kiss ever. We had electricity, more like lightning between us from first moment. I know we only have now, and I need to feel more, flesh on flesh, her wet silliness open and pressed beneath me. As she hooks her leg, I pull her in tight, only thin layers of formal clothing separate throbbing prick from lusty wet cunt. I speculate on panties. I guess bark lace, perhaps black, perhaps blue, perhaps both, more than a thong, but not much. Earlier on the dance floor, I clearly enjoyed tight bare ass. The color is irreverent, as is the material, what I am sure of is they are soaking wet and need to be off.

Kiss plays on, a sweet symphony, but only the prologue of the main event. I think about the railing. Putting her up on it...ripping off panties, and fucking her as part of her bare ass is the sexiest moon in Utah. But we we don’t need to die fucking, and I don’t want a quickie, she is a god damn masterpiece, and I am going to fully partake and enjoy. Her body will know I was there and wish forever more I would come back. No nook or cranny will go unappreciated.

“Room 3500, the penthouse” again a growl as lips and teeth move to neck, and hand slides from knee to cup ass. As I do I feel enough of her panties wedged into the fold to enjoy how wet she is. “Let’s go!” I”eat her go, and take her hand as we race to the elevators. Precious time is being wasted, and we both know this is going to be one hell of a show!!!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

With lip bitten, captured and tormented, chewed as he ventures over the landscape of throat, of tendon and vein, to collar bone and hollows. Wicked little snake of tongue, slide of fingers that splay the width of my thigh, curl in as if to stroke my kitten, to make me drool below and above. A soft little groan escapes, heat spreading and ripples in waking waves, one after another after another and I melt.


"Yes, let's go!" Moans out, clothes suddenly too tight, to form fitting, too restrictive! I want him flesh to flesh and pressing in, fulling, parting and fulfilling all my wicked little day dreams of lust, pleasure and strangers in the night! I need that ache filled, so fed up with plastic and battery powered pleasure, to feel hands, tongue, teeth! Cock! Real flesh and blood cock, he wants me, I can feel it coursing between us and I know by his grasp, he isn't no shy little 'May I man'.

Trailing him to the elevator, heart in throat, stomach in knots and for a brief moment my mind will falter just as those doors part and floor bell chimes, but his hand is in mine and tugging me along on eager long strides. Ground eating, his key card easily opening the room up and it isn't before the door is even shut that his hands are holding my face, his lips pressing to mine and my back hits the wall adjacent to the closing front door.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

The heat between us, despite desperately wanting to get her alone inside, is so hard to break. My lips on her neck, my hands already enjoying her. We break, one more expectant look into those smoking eyes. We are still in mask, is it still necessary..or just a fun little kink?

I want to sprint, but take her hand walking quickly, into and out of elevator, through door, inside, only the slightest of light and I push her back against the wall, except this time, my hands slide up dress, find slender waist band of panties. and with one quick hard pull, rip them off in my hands. "You won't be needing these".

I spin her around, cheek pressed against wall, my fingers find her zipper, as my lips find her soft cheek, kissing down her neck as she feels the zipper slide down to her waist. I kiss down her shoulders as I slide the gown off, kissing and nibbling it off her body. The gown puddles to the floor, and I go to my knee, kissing down her back, sliding my fingers down her back until m mouth is even with her ass. I take a gentle bit, while I lift her leg out of the dress first one foot then the other. And toss the dress gently on the nearby chair.

I stay down, inhaling her...kneading her ass...small bites...and then one SLAP. I hear a whimper...I am playing...trying to excite her senses...all of them. I run my hand up her calf, inner thigh and slide into her inner folds, pressing up, sliding back and forth. I keep my hand there and stand up, turning my fingers to tease her sex...Fuck she feel so good, I keep her pressed to the wall. and grab the side of her face..."kiss me.."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

Every molecule of my body is so focused on the journey his lips make that it takes a moment to fully register that he has spun me about. Missing those full lips nibbling their way along the nape of my neck, I can't help the purr that comes rumbling out. Hands press flat to the wall and wrap the door frame a bit, holding on as if for dear life. Rational thoughts go out the window, nothing to protest here but the gap between us and he closes it quite nicely, if I might add!

"Sweet jesus!" hisses out, that zipper rumbles, vibrating my hyper-sensitive flesh, tantalizing this agony all that much more with this slow undress and that wet warm trail of kisses tripping down spine, do I taste good? I must, the way he feasts upon me, leaving little wet marks here and there. Goose bumps rise in his wake, nipples tighten to fine points and mash hard to the cold wall. It's rough, hard and dry, each push and pull of fleshy breasts that meet this unforgiving surface, grabs and tugs without touch. Again, just another tear, and I want! God, how I want.

I bend a bit from the wall, not far and growl out as those thin straps are torn from me. Left in my stockings and stilettos', nothing more. Bare to his touch, his mouth and those blue eyes. A soft gasp carries more meaning than any spoken words, his teeth graze my ass and sink in and I want him further in and tongue out. Squirming into that touch and sudden slap, I peek back over my shoulder as he rises to me. Another hand print landing on the twin cheek, fingers turning me to his gaze and yet he keeps both our masks on? Full lips peel apart, panting, looking to those eyes and that mouth. Kiss him?


Arm lowers and grabs him by silken tie and shirt, pulling him to me, turning myself for him. Press of lips meet as his fingers caress, spread and slip around within the delicate folds and moist heat below. My moan is swallowed by his tongue, thrusting with his fingers, that sync, that fucking sync! My god! I am going to maul this man until he whimpers for mercy OR I break! I match him, stroke for stroke, flick and suck for thrust and fuck. My body strains, bending as it is, tensely wound and wanting more, so fucking much more!

God damn...

 

[Homerun2611]

Fingers and and hand enjoy wet cunt, she drips down my hand...I want to lick, but have better idea...I need more than a quick sample, I need to eat. Lips break and hand moves from pussy to knees, and in one quick movement I sweep her up into my arms and find her mouth and tongue with mine....as much as I want to fuck her...Jesus Christ it feels incredible to kiss her. I had simply forgotten what kissing with passion felt like and I am on tilt.

I toss her on the bed, intentionally roughly...watching legs splay and then her responding by leaning back, opening sweet thighs and letting fingers trickle over pussy as she looks at me..."Don't make me wait"...are her only words and I just stare and sweet glistening lips. I rip off my tie and then yank at shirt shooting buttons across the room, but it serves the purpose and it is off in seconds.

My bare torso is flushed and glistens with the light sweat of desire...my body temp is through the roof, the volcano is active...I rip my mask off my face, a gesture of more need than revelation, and I dive between her legs. I wrap my biceps under and my arms up and around her thighs. A quick look in her eyes, as I lift her ass off the bed and bring her to my mouth, my lips kiss hers, my tongue caresses, and then I start to lick up and down her glorious, wet slit..."So good...such a sweet pussy...next your ass"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Balanced on shoulders, ankles do this circular dance in midair as stomach tightens and back bends to accommodate his desire to feast upon me. "Yes! Fucking gawwd!" Drags out of hoarse throat, "Eat me, lick my pussy!" Hisses in the quiet dark room. Hands press to mattress, for balance and to hold, try not to get shoved around as his tongue liberally sloshes about and fucks at my honey pot. FUCK! When was the last time this happened!? Fucking husbands..


Perhaps it is being bent, lift and tongue fucked that has me screeching so quickly. Or lack of? Perhaps the bulge of his muscles that tense and hold me up? The way he grabbed at me, taking what he fucking wanted, not bothering to simper, beg or make puppy eyes at me like a spoiled boy! Whatever it is about him, how he is sucking the very froth from my flowing cunt, I don't care! Just DO NOT STOP!


"OH. FFfffffucking GOD!" bursts out, mask askew is torn free, thrown some where and our eyes finally meet face to face. Churning in his grip, trying to ride and lift, following that slick little muscle tormenting me to the point of twitching pussy and seeping mess.. I want it inside me! Deep, thrusting, feeding that demoness inside who has been dormant for far too long! "FUCK!" such language for a lady.. left at his damned door, pretending to still be a virtuous wife...


Fingers tear into hair, tug and grip, pushing and pulling you into my bare slit. Thighs lock about your ears and rubs, rolling and shifting in a dance of erotic release quick approaching! "Fuck! Im.. GonnaAAAAH!" Damn bursts, as heels kick high into the air, with the bowing arc of tense.. intense release! Toes cross and lips gape wide. Shock, and awe? Who knows, but I feel fucking AMAZING! And hungry.. "So god damned hungry..." growls as that wet slit presses into that handsome face of his.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

I lap, lick, suck and swallow as sweet cunt delivers me abundant juices, and I want it all. My thirst for her insatiable. Does she even realize her ass is 2 feet off the bed, as I make my cock envious of the tongue that fucks her so deeply, and dare I say it, so well.

As she peels mask off of gorgeous face, I let my eyes feast on her face every bit as much as my mouth does on her wet, delicious sex. Jesus my cock is hard...I may cum purely from eating her...that would be a first...she is that fucking good. Couple that, with the view of toned, tight abs, aroused, pillowy breasts and the grace of how her pelvis grinds and drives into me, her thighs squeeze me, and her musk so thick and so intoxicating...FUCKKKKK.

I hear the screams of satisfaction, of woman enjoying her pussy fully taken. I feel her cum, and don't even break rhythm, she is just starting and I want her to cum and cum until she is a puddle of quivering, sexual goo. Tongue simply slides down from cunt to ass. I will let her come down a bit, but only so she can go higher and higher, over and over, if she is Everest, we have barely broken base camp. I will make this pussy scream. Make no mistake, I WILL NOT STOP FUCKING. I spread her apart, don't really worry about breaking her. She is supple, beautiful, made for fucking and wanting more, more, more...I need to get deep, enjoy and spreading her to the brink is absolutely necessary. Tongue is hungry and enters ass with vengeance, only to come back out, rim, feel her squirm and then let tongue fuck again.

She is screaming clawing, I feel the nails draw blood on my arms and shoulders, YESSS I want that feel, I want her to feel every bit of how I take her. "Sweetheart, you have only begun to get fucked...I am going to enjoy your holes over and over...you are absolutely the sexiest woman I have ever met...and God Damn, I am going to enjoy it....".

Her pussy and ass are now well lubricated, my saliva her juices, Jesus her juices flow. "So god damned hungry..." I hear...her nipples so tight...her eyes on fire, I let her down momentarily to begin to pull my gun from its holster. I step off the bed, and start to undo my trousers...."You're hungry...then I suggest you eat..."

The night is young, and before she leaves here, my cum will flow out of every hole...marking her...MINE

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

Manicured fingers wrap that thick vein, a steady tap. tap. tap. to tongue, lips, to cheek, to tongue. Scooting up, getting close enough to lap at his prick with the broad wet slick of tongue. Lathering him, that spongy head rolling about as saliva oozes at the creases, the small gaps allowing it to leak out and roll down chin. Dribbling onto hand, and bed while eyes linger on his face and that intent expression.

Moaning as hands grip into thick dark mane and tighten up. Fist into my hair, pull my head and mouth about, just don't forget to thrust those hips and feed me. God, just fucking feed me! Cheeks cave, tongue washing about in wild abandon work over that hard length with hunger, with gusto.. With need of it buried deep into said wet cunt. A moan comes, that prick just throbbed for me, depositing a thick sticky goo to taste buds. Savoring the flavor, lost in the pleasure of his grip upon me and I strive harder to please. Harder to make him moan for me, to fuck into my throat and deprive me of air.

Spit soaked fist grips, stroking with throat until he shoves deep, cutting off my air supply and like a hungry woman should.. that grip moves out of the way until his balls press to my chin. Watching as he slides free, linked through threads of spit and cum, face red and eyes wanting. Head bobs forward, gaining in motion and speed, working to drain his prick dry, squirt it deep down my throat. Feed me, damn it!

Knees splay wide atop the bed, hips shift as pussy pulls open and pushes closed, grinding aching clit to those pristine sheets his wife will never have to launder nor see. Aching to rub this hungry kitten to his hard body, marking him with my scent, using him as my release.. We work together and yet apart, both seeking to cum, both wanting the other's juice all over the fucking place. When he looks down to where I play with his meat, a smile lifts as eyes darken with lust, will he fuck me or will he cum? Slobbery cock is pattered to tongue ones more, enjoying the wet splatter sounds as I fight for air, throat tight and eyes teary, yet hunger has not yet abated. I want. God damn, how I want!

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

Moan, growl and more moans, FUCK, where had she been my whole life, and yet this was going to e one night, fuck not even that, a few hours, of the best I had ever felt. I would not get mushy, tell her I was feeling things I had never felt before, but I was. God damn it, I had not counted on this, yes she was sexy, unbelievable, but she wasn't supposed to be the girl I had always dreamed of, but never imagined existed. The sexual yong to my yang! Did she feel the same way, and did it even matter, beyond the satisfaction that she might live with all the second thoughts and perpetual yearnings that he knew he would.

Had my cock felt better, wanted, had it ever needed more? NO, FUCK NO, and god damn you for that. Her hands and mouth on me, so expert. Deeper, longer, slower, so fucking good, Jesus Chris good. Cock pulses and needs, prick throbs and needs. Beautiful face, perfect mouth, consumes cock, swallow me bitch, you have ruined me for all others. You don't know how much I want, crave, need you, you have know fucking idea.

Hips thrust as hands and tongue drive me crazy, deeper, deeper, deeper, FUCK! "Jesus you are good, so god damn good, hmmmm!!!!" Now my eyes find yours, stare, growl. Saliva drips off cock, breathing heavy, both of ours. Tell her how much I want her, NO, show her, FUCK YES!.

Her hands and mouth are committed, pleasuring cock to heights previously unknown. I want to cum, need to cum, but not her not like this.

My movements quick, push her back and watch legs splay wide. "if the question was cum or fuck, I choose both". I am on top of her, you may want, but I want more. Hard cock, throbbing prick finds sweet lips and opening to hungry cunt.

"I want you...fuck I want you...fuck me Brit...god damn it...fuck me...like you don't ever want another woman to compare"

Cock finds wet opening, and slides quickly down wet, silky sex. The answer was fuck always fuck, I need her cunt...and now I have it!!!!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

Can not recall the last night I were allowed to feast, to enjoy what I want and take it. Tease and stroke, play and fondle, watch those eyes change colors and strong grip reflex as if to grab at me. Paw me, big guy! Fuck that liberation shit, fucking grab me, man handle me! Use me like I am going to use the fuck out of you. I play to break him, his will, his fine firm grasp of that impeccable control he seem to have. So arrogantly displayed and flaunt about, an Alpha male.. An alpha I am going to make scream my damned name.


Oh yes, he'll remember me as much as I will fondly, heatedly masturbate to, recall him. Those tidy strong hands and that devilish sensual smile, the shape of his prick as it batters at my gag reflex, trying to make me gag are you? Throat opens wider, pushing that flared spongy tip down. Breath held and eyes water just a bit, but oh how I love that stringy slobbery mess linking his prick to my lips as he pull free. I can feel the pressure in my head, in the veins popping out and that scratchy itch in my throat that makes me want to cough, only manages to make me hotter. When is the last time my man grabbed me like this and used me so well I felt it in every orifice?


A whine comes as he pulls free, grabs and yanks me about by ankles and thigh, position me, yet the smile grows and spreads. "Oh fuck yes! Go on, fuck me." Groans out, heels wave in the air a bit, squirming round ass to bed side to meet him and his waiting thick cock. Spread my self wide, a buffet of pleasure, enjoy the view of firm supple skin, shaved slit and pretty pink pussy. Fingers slip to brush down, slicking through the heat and cream, to press and spread. Watching him watch as I stroke my cunt, spreading bit by bit, wider and wider until middle fingers slips that pleasure and strokes. Lean lines flex and roll, rubbing and grinding about that fat head, split me open and come right in..

A coo gurgles from the back of throat, as ass clears bed and heels dig into mattress, "Fuck me.." an issued challenge, to break me, to make me scream and squirt and buck before you in maddened haze of lust and need and he get's his wish as the curses start rolling off of whimsical breathy words and straining eager body. Louder they'll come out, bursting, and demanding. For More! Harder! A cadence of fuck. Bouncing with hard beatings, skin slapping into skin as bed creaks and groans, the sounds getting louder as the fucking gets rougher.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

Jesus Christ, she could suck cock, the best I had ever had, and I had, had plenty. I could have gotten incredibly hard just watching her skillfully fellate. The face, lips, body of a goddess, and the skills of a high priced porn star, but to be the recipient of said beauty and skills, “FUCK MMEEE!!!” Grabbing her head, fucking her throat, ‘remember the feel of this hard cock, the sweet, savory taste of my precum as it floods out of me in acknowledgement of your unsurpassed talent, savor this taste, like a Sommelier would savor a rare, vintage Bordeaux’. A woman this amazing, this rare, should be a connoisseur of cock, and it was my obligation to provide a rare treat, rather the “wine in a bag variety” who would finally drive her home tonight.

Part of the wicked smile on my face, was the thought of their conversation on the way home, with the smell of my mark, my cum oozing sweetly from each orifice, my taste distinct on her every breath. sir Blowhard down stairs, “Brit...Jesus how many men actually fucked you tonight?, You, incredibly sexy wench currently swallowing the engorged purple head of my cock, “Oh, it was only one, he was just very thorough...and fucking, amazingly good...honey, I am going straight to bed...I want to enjoy as he continues tou seep out of me!”. It was with considerable mixed emotions that I pulled the vixen off my hard, wet prick and pushed her back, but the first time, tender cunt was going to be taken, I wanted her to feel the pure steel she had tempered.

Wanton cock, is graciously welcomed by needy, hungry cunt. A wolf on the prowl, by a lamb only wanting to be eaten. Raw lust, and savage need ignite in a symphony of non stop fucking. Hard, becomes harder, fast, faster, if we both weren’t so gloriously enraptured, it would almost seem vicious. It was almost tragic that two so skillful in the art, and so physically able to demand and deliver the best from each other, would only have this night, but this was was it, and we were seizing the moment, carpe diem!!! The refined lady, swore like a sailor, and I used language that would shock a whore, but Jesus Christ we pounded each other, drawing blood, shrieking names, making god damn sure we oozed each last drop of nectar from the orb, “FUCK ME BRIT, JESUS FUCK ME SWEET BRIT” and the thrusting, driving, and pounding simply magnified, and grew, the engine redlined, cylinders overheated...yet this was just the first one...we were not leaving here until neither one could walk, and all desires sated...we were just beginning!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brit

That thick white creamy juice clung and coated this man's prick with graciousness and poise.. Too bad the owner of said cunt wasn't behaving so lady like. A furl of lips, growling and grunting, thrashing about wildly as if he could jack hammer himself into the base of damned womb and still fuck! Teeth sank and bit, nipped and left divots. Swearing to god, and any who could or would be listening as head board bounded off neighboring walls. Still bucking hard and demanding more, lusty and hungering for a decent fuck and a thick stiff prick, he had it in spades!

"FUCK ME!" Barked out as spit mist into the air, nails rake and claw, sink into his flawless tan flesh and leaving marks on Mr. Married Stranger only made the cunt spasm that much harder, gushing her approval all over his stiff muscle. "Fuck me! Fucking FUCK ME!" Stammered out on shrill scream, cunt vicing and doing it's spasms, ready to burst apart.

Eyes began to roll as toes cross and hips jerk. Black heeled feet doing this circular sway in the air are wrenched high and wide, watching that thick veiny meat sink and piston at a blurring speed. Veins pop in throat, lip bitten between teeth and those eyes mirror his in drive, want and need. Orgasm coming on swiftly, and shameless do these painted lips demand more, harder. Faster! MORE! Until eyes roll back and breathing all but freezes and those sensitive clinging walls of silken muscles convulse, spraying him in a wet slick release.

 

[Homerun2611]

She had heeded my command to fuck me, and responded in spades. It was incredible to watch, let alone feel her body, as it drove up, my cock more slick and coated with every buck, every piston, every fuck!. It was as if our bodies where convulsing, were we trying to throw each other off, or pull each other in. Clearly the latter, but we fucked with such force, such passion, such animalistic need, it would have made sense that someone walking in the room could have questioned. But all they need do was listen, as the joint cries of "FUCK ME" "HARDER" "I NEED...GOD DAMN I NEED" echoed and were volleyed back and forth. Serve, return, volley, smash, terry, thrust, we were athletic and amazing in our passion.

My cock drove in and out of her dripping and responsive cunt, her pussy grabbed and tried to swallow my prick, squeezing it so she could keep it as a trophy of the buck she had bagged. Muscles were flexed, in attempts to grab harder, drive deeper. Tan chest glistened, as pelvis drove in so fast, so hard and so often. As her release grabbed my cock in intense orgasm, the muscles in my legs and arms tensed, in the way I had waited for, her pussy beckoning, and my pulsating prick responding. My balls clinched, "TAKE ME, LET ME FILL YOU, OWN YOU...IT IS MINE, YOUR CUNT IS MINE". I had never wanted anything to be as true as that statement, I wanted to own her mark her, and I did fill her, rope after rope after rope of my seed. I continued to drive hard, and felt my cum all over my cock, it glistened. As I finished our first amazing fuck of the night.

Heart beating, pounding, adrenaline like I was running for my life rather than experiencing the perfect fuck! My cock dripping in her juices, our cum, still stood straight out. Our eyes never flinched, only closing occasionally in response to total sexual bliss. Our eyes burned into each other, as I pulled out. I could feel the cum seeping down to my balls. Her ass was finally able to be set back on the bed, her body a moment of rest before our next sexual storm. I walked around the side of the bed, she looked up at my balls, my cock, my body, face and eyes, as I looked down and smiled, "Clean it....enjoy how good we taste!"