The 33rd Floor (closed)

[TiredFingers]

The 33rd Floor

(closed)
but see the note at the bottom.​

Hans Becker was jarred awake by an explosion so massive, so near, or so both that it nearly knocked him out of bed. He was disoriented, possibly more due to the massive hangover racking his brain, and it took him a moment to get his bearings. By that time, the woman in his bed was screaming in panic, asking him what was going on.

"I don't know! Hell, I just woke up," he told her as he rose out of bed, teetering on feet as bare as the rest of him. He looked over his state of nudity, looked around for and donned his robe, then looked back to the woman who was in no more than her bra and thong and asked her a question as well. "Who the hell are you?"

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(OOC: This role play is closed to Alice2015, but -- if after we have posted a few replies -- you like the concept and wish to be involved, both Alice and I are interested in writing parallel stories in this "universe" in separate threads with different pairings of characters.)

 

[Alice2015]

Nikita Glenn had awoken to find herself in a bed that wasn't her own … which, to be honest, wasn't all that unusual for her. What was unusual, though, was that when she looked to the man laying next to her, she had no idea in hell who he was or where she'd met him.

Niki, as most people called her, slept around a bit; hell, she was a 24 year old babe who liked sex and had not long term lover, so why the hell not, right? But she barely drank and didn't do drugs, so if she was in bed with a man for whom she had no knowledge at all, then someone -- this guy, obviously! -- had slipped something in her drink.

She slipped out of bed and was looking for something to use as a weapon, intent on at least protecting herself and possibly even beating the shit out of her rapist when there was a sudden flash in the distance beyond his apartment window. Niki watched in horror as a massive, petroleum fueled fireball rose into the air … and then suddenly the entire building shook as the shock wave hit it.

She screamed in panic and dropped down behind the bed, expecting the glass from the windows to blast all over the room and her. When she didn't hear the tinkling of dangerous shards all around her, she looked up over the bed to find the safety glass windows shattered but still in place.

The man in the bed stirred and looked about, and when his eyes settled on her, Niki asked with continuing panic, "What the hell was that? Something blew up. What was it?"

"I don't know!" the man told her. "Hell, I just woke up,"

He rose out of bed, teetering, and Niki's gaze dropped to his body … his fully naked body. He was sporting a rather impressive bit of morning wood, dangling and swinging in front of his thighs, and for a moment, Niki forgot that this man had slipped her a ruffie to get into her pussy without having to face possible resistance.

Later, when she had a moment to reflect on what she'd seen, Niki would blush at thinking Fuck! Why the hell did I do to have the bad luck that keeps me from remembering getting fucked by THAT thing?

The man found a robe and slipped into it, asking, "Who the hell are you?"

Niki's eyes and mouth opened in shock. "Oh no, you don't. No way do you get to pretend you don't know me! You slip me a date rape drug, fuck me, and then pretend you don't know who the fuck I am?"

And Niki's anger was back. She looked around the room as he was responding, found an open baseball equipment bag, and hurried over to pull out an aluminum bat. Niki had been a softball player in high school, so she knew how the fuck to hold and swing one of these things, and if she didn't get some straight answers quick, she was going to start breaking bones.

 

[TiredFingers]

Hans listened to the woman's claim that he'd drugged and raped her, then saw her go for one of his bats. He backed away and held his hands up before him, protesting, "Who-o-o-o-a, whoa whoa whoa whoa, lady! I didn't drug you, and I didn't rape you. I have no idea who you are or how you got into my bed--"

He stopped his defense for a moment, looking around to ensure that he was in fact in his own apartment. Hans's head was still spinning a bit from whatever he'd drank the night before. The woman was still threatening him with the tube of aluminum and he continued to back up to stay out of her swinging radius. But he was going to run out of retreating room very quickly.

"Listen, I'm telling you the truth!" he said, his tone genuine and a bit panicked. "I don't remember you. I don't remember meeting you or anything. Did we meet at Home Plate? That's the last place I remember being, the sports bar. Did we meet there? Did we have drinks?"

Before she could answer, there was a second explosion in this distance. He hadn't been conscious for the first one so he couldn't know that this one was minor in size, though much closer. Although he couldn't know, a car had crashed into a building a few blocks away, and a combination of the auto's hot engine and the business's natural gas heat has become a bad mix.

Hans forgot the bat coming at him for a moment and looked to the window. It was shattered but still in place, a marvel of engineering he didn't quite understand but was now very happy to have in his home. He leaned to find a place large enough to look through, glancing to the woman occasionally to ensure she wasn't about to smash his head in.

"There's something going on out there that we need to find out what it is," he said, rambling. "Can you please just not crush my skull for one minute...? So that we can figure out what's going on out there? Please?"

 

[Alice2015]

Niki didn't believe the man at all; he'd drugged her and brought her to his place to fuck, and that was all there was to it.

Or … was it?

He sounded totally sincere in his protests, and the fact that he did nothing to stop her and instead just backed away made Niki wonder just how aggressive the man could be, whether she was drugged or not. And when was the last time she'd heard of a date rape ending with the man doing so in his place before then staying the night with his victim?

"Did we meet at Home Plate?" he asked. "That's the last place I remember being, the sports bar. Did we meet there? Did we have drinks?"

"Yeah, I was there, but..." Niki began, going quiet before adding, "...but I don't remember you."

She was beginning to wonder if maybe someone had drugged both of them, after which they naturally picked up on each other and came to his apartment to fuck. Niki was thinking naturally because every guy that ever met her wanted to fuck her, and this man was just the kind of guy she would pick up and fuck on the first meeting.

So … maybe?

There was another explosion, this one smaller but much closer. He told her they should just postpone their feud for a moment and figure out what was happening out there in the world. It seemed logical to Niki.

Crossing to the opposite end of the big window frame from the guy, she peeked out onto the world below. She could see massive flames and deep, black smoke rising from where the first explosion had occurred, and more smoke -- thinner and more grayish -- was rising from the area of where she worked.

"Wait, where are we?" she asked, suddenly realizing that she thought she knew what building she was in. "Is this the Kennedy Towers?"

She stood on her tippy toes to try to look at the ground directly below, then dropped to her heels and asked with surprise, "Jesus Christ, how high are we? What floor is this?"

He answered, and Niki found herself even a bit more impressed with the man. The Kennedy Towers wasn't cheap; she'd checked into sharing an apartment here with a college friend, only to find out that they would be splitting a $3500 a month rent payment.

The building had everything a young renter could want: large spacious apartments with small Jacuzzis in the en suite bathrooms; the fastest and most reliable, unlimited phone and internet service available anywhere in the city; two fully equipped gyms that featured low cost trainers, with one on the 22nd floor for easier access to those living in the upper floors and another in the basement with an Olympic sized pool; a library and study room on the 2nd floor that included two dozen nearly brand new computers in little suites for privacy; and a lobby floor of commercial businesses with every thing from coffee shops to hair salons to a book store to a tattoo parlor.

 

[TiredFingers]

"Wait, where are we?" she asked. "Is this the Kennedy Towers?"

"Yes," Hans said simply. He asked, "Why?"

"Jesus Christ, how high are we? What floor is this?"

"The 33rd," Hans answered, again asking, "Why? What's the big deal?"

The Kennedy, as many called it simply, had been Hans's home for most of his six years at University, first for his Bachelors Degree and now for his Masters, which he was nearly done with. Yeah, it was expensive, but his father picked up the tab because his mother insisted that Hans be comfortable and close to campus. (Prior to his window being shattered into oblivion, he could see the entire university campus from here.)

The women he'd brought home with him in the past had been very impressed, and after a night or two of fucking like bunnies, many of them had wanted to continue to come here for years to come, or at the least until they were married and heading off to a country estate like some of them thought would happen once they were hitched. Not likely, though. Hans wasn't the settling down type, at the least not while he was still going to school. And after his Masters, he had every intention of continuing onward to get his PhD as well.

There was another explosion, this one way off in the distance, possibly on the very edge of the city more than 10 miles away. He only saw it this time around, the sound of the blast not reaching them behind the glass at this distance. He looked to the woman who was still clutching his bat, and when she looked his way he tried to smile a bit.

"My name is Hans," he said politely, adding, "you know, just in case I didn't tell it to you last night, or, if I did, in case you don't remember it any more than I remember yours."

As he clutched the robe closed with his left hand, he offered out his right. "And your name would be...?"

 

[Alice2015]

The guy seemed so casual in his answer about living here that Niki automatically assumed he came from money. He was too young to afford this place on his own, wasn't he?

She'd never been the gold digger type, not even if it was just for a short term affair that might gain her some good times and nice gifts she might not otherwise have and get from other guys. And yet, as she stood there looking at him -- and recalling that, more than likely, he'd had his dick inside her last night -- she couldn't help but wonder if this guy wasn't going to be her next boyfriend.

That was, of course, if the world wasn't coming to an end about them.

"My name is Hans," he said politely, adding, "you know, just in case I didn't tell it to you last night, or, if I did, in case you don't remember it any more than I remember yours."

One of Niki's eyebrows raised questioningly. Men didn't typically forget her name, even if they had been drinking. This wasn't conceit; it was simply a fact. Niki had been blessed with good genes, not something in her control, obviously; and she'd then taken good care of herself over the years through diet, exercise, and hygiene.

But, it was becoming clearer with every passing moment that someone had drugged them both, whether intentional or not she couldn't know.

"And your name would be...?"

Niki looked at his hand and contemplated taking it, but she had a nice grip on the bat still and hadn't decided whether or not to give it up yet. She lowered it a bit to seem less threatening, telling him, "Nikita. But … Niki. You can call me Niki."

She took another look out at the window, asking, "What do you think is going on out there? Terrorists maybe?"

Niki listened to Hans's answer, then turned away and began looking for her clothes. She kept the bat near her on the bed as she gathered her scattered clothes from the floor. She clutched them to her bosom for a moment as she looked to Hans, then smiled weakly.

"I'm gonna use your bathroom to dress, okay?" she asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she headed that way … taking the bat with her. She didn't understand what the hell was going on here, but it was just too much for her at the moment. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of here and go home -- not to her dorm but to her parents' home out in the countryside, away from the city which she assumed was more a terrorist target than her little grass seed community of less than 2,000 people.

Niki reached inside her panties to feel her lips. They had felt swollen and sensitive, and a gentle inspection of her pussy left little doubt that she and Hans had fucked. She carefully inserted a finger in between her labia, then smelled the finger. Niki cringed when she didn't smell lubricating oil from a condom but did pick up the obvious scent of cum.

Niki instantly wanted to cry: she wasn't on birth control, and a stranger had just cum inside her during the most fertile days of her cycle.

She stripped her thong and bra off and hopped into Han's shower. She washed thoroughly, then dried off and dressed again. After tending to her hair and face a bit -- she wanted to look good for the end of the world -- Niki opened the door a bit to look out for Hans. He was still -- or again -- at the window, looking out at what was happening below.

When Hans looked, he found Niki back in the sexy outfit she'd worn to go clubbing the night before. She blushed, wondering whether or not it brought back any memories from the night before. He may not have remembered her, but he had to remember this, didn't he?

"I guess, um … I don't need this anymore," she said, waggling the bat before her. She feigned swinging at an incoming pitch, then leaned the shaft of aluminum against the wall near Han's desk. "I'm sorry I, um … I'm sorry … I accused you of drugging me … or date raping me. I just..."

Niki didn't know what else to say to him about her accusation or about what had or hadn't happened between them. She looked toward the door, then looked around for her purse. She found it and said, "I should probably go."

 

[TiredFingers]

When asked her name, the woman responded, "Nikita. But … Niki. You can call me Niki."

"Niki," Hans repeated. Knowing the irony of exchanging names after they'd woken naked together (or nearly so in her case), he added with a widening smile, "Nice to meet you Niki."

"What do you think is going on out there? Terrorists maybe?"

"Probably," he said without hesitation. His eyes widened as he realized how stupid that had been. "I mean, maybe. Maybe not. Could be, I dunno, an industrial accident. A plane crash, parts coming down in different parts of town. I wouldn't worry about it. We're safe way up here on 33."

He cringed again, this time recalling 9-11 and knowing again that he'd spoken stupidly. At 44 stories, the Kennedy Towers was the tallest building outside the city's downtown area. Hans knew, like so many others did, that the Kennedy would be a juice target for a reenactment of the destruction of the Twin Towers.

As Niki headed off to use his bathroom, Hans got onto his phone and called his oldest friend in the world, asking if he knew what was happening. Mark laughed with amazement, telling him, "Turn on your fucking computer, dufus!"

Hans wasn't a social media sponge, so it hadn't even occurred to him to check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or any of the other sites that tens of thousands were probably already glued to. The reports shocked the hell out of him: it was believed though not confirmed than an unknown terrorist group had used drones to disperse an airborne toxin or pathogen across the city. It was driving people mad, causing them to attack other people, burn businesses, drive their cars into petroleum tank farms (as he and Niki had seen from his window), and more.

It was all madness, and Hans wouldn't have believed it was true if he hadn't seen the explosions himself. He closed the laptop when he heard Niki turn off the shower, then returned to the window to look down upon the street. There were people running about as if the world was ending, which led Hans to wonder, is the world ending?

When Niki came back out looking as hot as could be, Hans couldn't hardly take his eyes off her form. He wished so terribly that he could remember hitting that last night because she had to be the sexiest woman who'd ever joined him in his bed.

She surrendered his bat, then apologized for accusing him of date raping her. Hans said quickly, "Raping you."

When Niki gave him a confused expression, he clarified, "Date rape is rape. Just rape. You can't categorize a sexual assault as a regular rape or a date rape, because to do so makes the last one, date rape, sound like not as big a deal. It is."

Hans shrugged, not sure whether or not he'd made his feelings clear about the subject. He despised men who pushed themselves on women, which bothered him particularly now here with Niki because he had no idea as to whether or not he had forced himself on her last night.

"But, I know what you mean," he said, adding, "I hope to God that I didn't assault you last night. I … I don't know how I could live with myself if I'd done that."

Niki found her purse and told Hans, "I should probably go."

"No!" he said quickly stepping her way but coming up short after just two steps. He didn't want to appear as if he was keeping her from leaving, but he didn't think she should go outside. He told Niki what he'd learned was happening, then opened his laptop again to show her the live streaming. He pleaded with her, "Stay, Niki, please. Just, just until we learn whether or not its really safe. Please?"

 

[Alice2015]

In the past when she suggested that it was time to leave a guy's home in the wee hours and he begged her to stay, Niki normally would have come back with some response along the lines of Haven't had of me yet, huh?

But on this day, as the city was exploding all around them, that thought didn't come to her. Hans wasn't looking for a good morning second round; he was honestly concerned about Niki's safety … and that made her smile with appreciation.

"Okay," she said simply before taking her purse off and setting it on his desk. She looked to the window as a distant boom -- another explosion? -- rattled the shattered but still intact glass a bit. She told him with a concerned tone, "But … but what do we do? I mean … do we just sit here and wait it out? Do we call the police?"

That was a silly question, of course; like the cops didn't already know that the town they protected was falling apart. She continued, "I should call my parents … and my sister. She lives here in town. Jesus, why didn't I think of that already?"

She retrieved her purse and pulled out her cell, only to don a disappointed expression after a moment. "I have no service. No bars. Can I use yours?"

Hans handed Niki his cell, but when she looked at it, she again found no bars; in the time between him finishing his last call and handing it over to his guest, the system had gone down. "Do you have a land line?"

 

[TiredFingers]

"But … but what do we do?" his guest asked.

Hans wanted so badly to respond Well, we could take our clothes off and repeat last night. But instead, he only told her, "I'm not really sure, really."

She continued, "I mean … do we just sit here and wait it out? Do we call the police?"

"I'm sure someone called 9-1-1 already," Hans said, thinking the same thing Niki had after asking her question. He took a small step closer to Niki, wanting to take her hands into his yet not. He gave her a comforting smile instead as he reassured her, "I'm sure the police are working on this."

She tried to call her parents, with both her own phone and his. He took his cell back and checked it over, even turning it off and back on again, only to realize that he had indeed lost service. In response to Niki's question about having a landline, Hans laughed short but loud. "Have one...? Hell, I'm 26 years old, and I don't even think I've ever used one."

Hans suspected that Niki was close to falling apart. He wanted to do something to calm her, but, really, he was just a guy who'd fucked her while she was -- while they were -- totally oblivious to the world around them, doped up on who knows what date rape drug by who knows what people for who knows what purpose!

"Niki, listen," Hans said, stepping a little bit closer, and making a gesture as if he wanted her to put her hands in his. "We're safe here. You're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, okay? Just, just tell me what you need to feel safe, and I'll make it happen. Do you want me to get you someplace? To your apartment, to you parents', out of the city? Honestly, I think we're safer here, but, if you feel as though you want to leave, I'll go with you."

 

[Alice2015]

Just as Hans had suspected, Niki was close to falling apart. She'd never been in such a vulnerable position in her life; awaking in a strangers bed after fucking, only to have the world around her falling apart with no way of speaking to her family was just too much.

She suddenly launched herself against Hans, wrapping her arms around his torso as she pressed one side of her face into his muscular chest. She hugged him tightly as she began to sob, then after a long moment said softly, "Just hold me a sec."

Eventually, she released her hold on him and backed away. Her eyes were on the floor; she was embarrassed. Wiping away the tears on her cheeks, she laughed nervously and looked to her outfit.

"I don't suppose you have something else I can wear, do you?" she asked timidly as she gestured to what she'd worn dancing. She laughed again, blushing as she said, "They might actually look like something out of one of those end of the world apocalypse movies, but … well, something more comfortable right now might be better."

She waited for Hans to find something for her to change in, thanked him again, then went to the bathroom to change. She looked at herself in the mirror when she was again down to her bra and thong and tried to imagine what was going through Hans's mind when it came to her. They'd fucked last night; there was no question about that. And yet, neither of them remembered it.

The world was about to end.

So...

Niki opened the bathroom door and emerged, still in just her underwear. When Hans looked to her and reacted -- not too differently than she'd imagined he would -- she moved slowly toward him, saying in a soft but sincere voice, "Maybe this time … you know … we remember making love...?"

 

[TiredFingers]

Hans was surprised though happily so when Niki moved to him and wrapped her arms around him. He hesitated a moment, then wrapped his arms around her in a way that he hoped was more comforting than intimate. The effect on him, though, was the same, as his cock twitched and immediately began to come to life. He had donned a pair of sweat bottoms and a muscle shirt while Niki showered, so he was more suitably dressed, but he still tried to inconspicuously pull his lower body back a bit as the fear of erection embarrassment filled his mind.

When they separated, Niki asked, "I don't suppose you have something else I can wear, do you?"

When she gestured to her clothes and commented on the interesting apocalyptic look of them, Hans couldn't help but laugh and say, "I dunno, I think if all the beautiful women who survived the end of the world dressed like you are now, I might just find a way to bring about Armageddon on my own."

He went to his closet and opened a box filled with clothes left behind by a former lover. Their split had been a rather ugly one, and she hadn't bothered to come back for the small suitcase of clothes she kept here for mornings after. He found a tank top, a pair of loose shorts, sweat bottoms, and flats that might fit and handed them over.

"They're my sister's," he lied, hoping he was convincing. "She's about your size, so, I hope they fit."

It would soon turn out that fit didn't matter. Hans was again at the window, looking down at the city streets, when Niki came out of the bathroom in the same minimalist outfit she'd been wearing when first he'd seen her. She moved his way, telling him, "Maybe this time … you know … we remember making love...?"

He waited until she came up against him again before asking her quietly, "Are you sure about this, Niki? I mean--"

He hesitated, shocked that he was about to say this. "--we don't know each other. And, there's a lot going on. And, I, I just want to make sure you aren't doing this for the wrong reasons."

Hans glanced toward the window, then looked back. "Please. Don't misunderstand me."

He leaned in to press his mouth to Niki's in a soft but erotic kiss before pulling back and whispering, "I want you so bad. I just. I just want you to be sure."

 

[Alice2015]

Niki stood on her toes to wrap her arms around Han's neck and head while her lips pressed against his for another kiss, this one longer and even more erotic. When their mouths separated, she whispered, "Badly."

She pulled her arms away and back toward the bed. Smirking as she reached up behind her to her bra's clasp, she clarified, "You want me so badly. Badly is an adverb … describing the word want."

Her bra popped free, and with a bit of a shoulder shrug it fell away from her body to the carpet. Her firm B cups revealed only a slight surrendering to gravity; her nipples, nearly as dark as her hair, were swollen with yearning.

"Now, if you were describing me right now," Niki continued as she reached to the waist bands of her thong and began pulling the tiny panties downward, "you would use the word bad … as in, 'Nikita, you are so bad' … bad is an adjective."

She leaned forward to facilitate the shedding of the thong past her knees, then stood again to reveal the baby-butt-smooth skin of her recently waxed groin. She turned to mount the bed, then sat on her haunches in the middle of it. She finished, "But speaking of how you want to be inside of me … and of how I want you inside of me. Badly … an adverb."

Niki's mouth formed a devilish smirk as she laid back onto the bed, still mussed from their emergence from it earlier. She twisted her lower half toward Hans, moving one knee over the other, caressing her thighs together as one hand caressed down her belly toward the groin and the other caressed upwards to toy with a hardened nipple.

As her hand moved to between her thighs, Niki opened her legs enough to give Hans a view of her waiting pussy. She wasn't shy: never had been, never would be. The middle finger of her lower placed hand slipped in between her labia, moving about to wet the skin, and as her legs continued to open wider, she began gently fondling her clit.

"The world is ending, Hans," she whispered as her chest was already beginning to rise and fall at the pleasure she was causing herself. "Maybe you should take your clothes off … and we'll do this right this time."

 

[TiredFingers]

Hans shook his head at Niki's English grammar lesson, then went quiet as he realized she was undressing even farther than she already had. Her bra dropped away to reveal the most incredible breasts, followed quickly by her panties which showed her crotch to be without a strand of hair, ready for Hans to lick and eat and suck without fear of little curlies getting stuck in his teeth.

As he watched, the sexy beauty laid back and began touching herself in ways that were making Hans's cock ache with eagerness. She told him, "The world is ending, Hans … Maybe you should take your clothes off … and we'll do this right this time."

He began stripping with haste, and mere seconds later, he was crawling onto the bed, ready -- as Niki had suggested -- to do this right this time. Do this right! Fuck! he thought, suddenly pulling back and standing again. He hurried to the lamp table on the other side of the bed and jerked the drawer open, grunting in disappointment. He rushed off to the bathroom, his rock hard cock swinging back and forth before him almost violently. He grasped it to stop the side to side movement, then laughed at how silly it looked, as if he was leading his body forward by its cock-leash.

When he came out of the bathroom, he said with deep disappointment, "I don't have any condoms. Sorry. I, I wasn't expecting to have anyone over."

Having released his grip on his cock, he looked over her body, in particular the fingers still gently massaging her clit, and told her with a compromising tone, "I could, you know, just use my mouth, I guess."

 

[Alice2015]

As Hans stripped, Niki continued pleasuring herself with two fingers pinching a nipple and two more rolling her clit. He practically leaped onto the bed--

--and in a flash was off of it again.

"What's wrong?" Niki asked with concern, and when he didn't answer, she raised up on one elbow and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I don't have any condoms. Sorry. I, I wasn't expecting to have anyone over."

Niki laughed and dropped back down onto the mattress again. "If you don't have a condom this morning, you probably didn't have one last night … right?"

It seemed to take a moment for Hans to realize what Niki was telling him, and when he did she only laughed louder and longer. She waggled a hand in the air to him, stating what seemed obvious, "If I'm going to get pregnant, you pretty much took care of that last night. And if you gave me something … or I gave you something … well, same thing."

She glanced toward the shattered window and donned a bit of a solemn expression. Looking back to Hans, she reached out for him again and finished, "To be honest … right now I don't care about anything … nothing but having you inside me, Hans."

 

[TiredFingers]

"If you don't have a condom this morning, you probably didn't have one last night … right?"

With all that had been going on, Hans had forgotten for a moment that he'd already been inside the beautiful woman laying on his bed, waiting for her to get inside her again. When it did hit him, the result must have been obvious because she laughed at him. She looked to the window, and Hans did the same. He understood fully what she meant when she said, "To be honest … right now I don't care about anything … nothing but having you inside me, Hans."

He crawled onto the bed again, maneuvering in between Niki's parted knees. He laid down between her thighs, pressing his stiffened cock against her already wet folds. Slipping his forearms under her shoulders, Hans took Niki's head into his hands and tilted her as he met her lips with his in a passionate kiss.

"If the world is going to end," he said when their mouths parted, "I want to be inside you when it does, too."

He began sliding his length up and down her wet flesh as they kissed with ever increasing passion and want. Although they'd been talking very graphically about him fucking her, Hans lowered his mouth to Niki's neck, then collar bone, then breast, with the intent of continuing downward to put his mouth on her pussy should she not stop him.

 

[Alice2015]

"No," Niki said softly to Hans as she realized what he was doing and where he was going. She reached up to take his face into her hands and urged him back upwards, telling him firmly, "I want you inside me."

As he edged back upwards, Niki reached both hands down between their bodies and found his cock. He was rock hard; she'd seen his penis those first moments when they'd both gotten out of bed earlier today, but until now she hadn't realized just how big it was.

Maybe you should go down on me first, she thought, imagining what it was going to feel like putting his nine or ten inches of thickness inside her with no foreplay. But she only pulled at him, urging her to her opening.

"This is about us," she whispered, kissing him as she wrapped the backs of her ankles against the backs of his thighs. "I want you inside me … I want to be with you."

Feeling Hans's cock now pressing at the gap of her labia, Niki reached her hands to his muscular buttocks and kissed him again as she urged him to penetrate her with fingers clenching his flesh.

 

[TiredFingers]

Hans was in no way conceited about the size of his cock, and even if he was it wasn't as though he done something noteworthy to cause it to be above average in size, but still he looked into Niki's eyes and asked softly, "Are you sure?"

She nodded and returned to kissing Hans while encouraging him to enter her. She's rubbed the head of his cock all about her wet lips, lubing it. He feared that this might hurt a bit, so he was careful as he pushed forward, pulling his face back to watch for Niki's expression. A friend of his whose girlfriend actually relished the short term pain of her boyfriend forcing his way into her tight, unprepared vagina referred to doing so by a sales industry term, cold call. Hans had never liked doing that, though, because his better than normal girth sometimes alienated new lovers who later thought he'd been too rough.

"Tell me if I hurt you, please," Hans practically begged between kisses that had resumed.

 

[Alice2015]

"You won't," Niki reassured Hans, knowing that that probably wasn't true. She was still a little bit swollen from their misremembered sex the night before, and -- as she'd already felt -- he was a bit bigger than she'd mistakenly thought. She reassured him a second time, "You won't hurt me."

Niki clutched Hans's flexing ass muscles as he pushed forward. She grimaced just the tiniest bit as her muscles resisted, then quickly reached a hand between them again to grasp his shaft. She ran the head of his cock up and down her slit, wetting it further, then placed him again at her hole and raised herself toward him for encouragement.

This time, as she moved her hand back to his butt and gripped him, Hans's cock penetrated her tightness. Again, Niki grimaced, this time noticeably. Hans moved as though he was going to stop, but she pleaded, "Keep going, I'm fine."

She smiled wider, desperate for him to understand how badly she wanted him inside her. She slid the backs of her heels farther up his legs until the contacted his ass, then hugged him with her legs. Once again, she told him, "I want you inside me."

Niki moaned a bit as Hans did what she desired. She felt him taking her depth little by little, sinking her nails into the flesh of his ass as he did. It hurt with each inch taken, but she knew it was going to be worth it.

She looked into his eyes with a desperate expression and pleaded with a bit of irony, "Fuck me like the world was ending."