Wrong place...Wrong time (closed)

Jerry's body all but crushed hers against the wall, his cock filling her completely. His body barely leaving hers during his fast shallow thrusts, she could feel him twitching and jerking within her. His own moaned sounds of enjoyment left Lizzie with no doubt that his climax was upon him.
She clung to him, kissing his neck, her hands running back and forth through his hair, whimpering and shaking between him and the wall behind her. Her heart was racing like a runaway train, faster and faster.
Lizzie felt his motions slow and held onto him a little tighter, not wanting the moment to end. Even though she knew, deep inside, that this was only the start of things between them, that they had many many more intimate embraces to share before their time together was over...if it was ever over....she hoped it never would be...
Kissing his forehead gently, she leant her head back, resting it against the wall and simply smiling at him. Her breasts rising and falling sharply between their closely held bodies. She didn't know quite what to say, her smile said it all for her.
 
Still panting he stumbled back slightly and let her slip down until her feet found the ground. His deflating cock popped out of her cum filled pussy. He could still fell her juices dripping from his genitals. He did not speak. He let his big smile tell all there was to tell. He touched her cheek and gave he a soft gentle kiss. Then without a thought he turned toward the kitchen.

“Damn something smells good! Now that you took care of my cock how about you take care of my stomach?” He said with a laugh.
 
Lizzie's feet met the floor a little unsteadily, glad the wall was still behind her for support as their eys met and they smiled at one another. Everything was heightened, she never thought she'd feel the way she felt, be made to feel the way Jerry made her feel.
The touch to her face and the soft kiss made her shiver anew and an almost unaudible whimper leave her lips.
Then, with a tug on her hand, Jerry headed towards the kitchen.
“Damn something smells good! Now that you took care of my cock how about you take care of my stomach?”
Grinning she moved in front of him and turned him towards the dining room, leading him into the candlelit room, showing him to his seat and pouring him a glass of the wine she had waiting as well as filling her own glass. She left him to go to the kitchen, dishing up the chicken in it's rich red wine sauce with some vegetables before carrying the plates back through to him. Setting the food down, she took her seat opposite him. Smiling through the glow of the candles, the smell of the food steaming up to them.
"Hope you like it..." She said softly, picking up her wine and holding it towards him in a little toast momentarily before drinking from it. Holding his gaze with hers.
 
“Babe, if it tastes half as good as it smells it will be the best thing I have eaten in weeks…well other than you that is,” He replied sheepishly.

He took a big drink of wine nearly emptying the glass. As he began to eat slowly he never took his eyes off Lizzie. The candlelight danced about and made her pretty eyes sparkle. But it was the way her tits practically spilled out of the sexy lingerie that truly kept his rapt attention. He felt a slight chill, though it was a warm in the room. His bare chest tingled, as his nipples were still hard with excitement.

“Mmmmm, this is fucking delicious! Damn I am a lucky guy. Would figure as hot as you are in the sack, that you would probably be the type to burn water. But you can cook near as good as you fuck,” He said as he chewed another bite.

That was about the highest compliment he could pay her. He thought she was one of if not the best fuck he had ever had.
 
"Babe, if it tastes half as good as it smells it will be the best thing I have eaten in weeks…well other than you that is,”
Lizzie felt herself blushing, at both the compliment on the food and at his little joke. She sipped some more of her wine before picking up her knife and fork and beginning to eat. His eyes roving over her form while they ate.
She looked back, enjoying the sight of his bare torso, his broad, muscular chest that she longed to have pressed against her almost constantly.
“Mmmmm, this is fucking delicious! Damn I am a lucky guy. Would figure as hot as you are in the sack, that you would probably be the type to burn water. But you can cook near as good as you fuck,”
Lizzie looked down shyly before meeting his gaze once more.
"Well I'm more than happy you're enjoying it, living alone did have the advantage in that I could afford to buy more 'interesting' food and practise my cooking..." She replied before adding with a wink. "As for the other stuff...no matter how hard you practise alone, it's never as good as when you're with someone else...besides, you're only ever as good as your partner, I think..."
She popped another mouthful of food into her mouth before reaching across to refill their wine glasses. "And I think you're amazing..."
 
"And I think you're amazing..."

Jerry actually blushed at her compliment. He was somewhat used to the ladies acting like he was a gift from above in bed. But he mostly knew it was much out of fear as anything else that prompted the compliments. Besides those words had come from women he couldn’t care less about. He would have been as happy if they were mute as long has they spread their legs. He was only interested in their pussies and then only for as long as it took him to cum. Lizzie was different. Despite his need to dominate her he really did want her to be happy.

He raised his refilled glass and proudly exclaimed, “I love you!”

Then he drained every drop.

“Babe, this stuff is good, but if you don’t mind I need a real drink,” He proclaimed.

He went into the kitchen and quickly returned with two glasses filled with ice and a bottle of Black Maple Hill bourbon. He sat them on the table and smiled at Lizzie.

“Wanna join me sexy? Its good stuff. If you are up for it, I thought you could lose those clothes and we could head into the other room and plop down on the nice soft sofa. Then we could get drunk and fuck until we pass out!”
 
“I love you!”
Lizzie blushed and took a few more mouthfuls of her wine, watching as Jerry emptied his glass.
“Babe, this stuff is good, but if you don’t mind I need a real drink,”
"Not at all..." She smiled, putting her glass down and moving their emptied plates to one side.
The clinking sound of ice made her look up to see Jerry returning with a bottle of what looked like bourbon and two glasses
“Wanna join me sexy? Its good stuff. If you are up for it, I thought you could lose those clothes and we could head into the other room and plop down on the nice soft sofa. Then we could get drunk and fuck until we pass out!”
Another smile curved Lizzie's lips as she glanced from the glasses to his face.
"I can't say I've ever tried it before but I'll give it a try..." Finishing her wine and slowly rising to her feet. "...and I think the rest of your idea sounds like a very good idea..." Giving him another mischievous smile, she reached down and pulled the almost see through night gown off, leaving her in the black bra and panties. Picking up the bottle and the glasses she headed back towards the living room, giving him a slightly more seductive smile back over her shoulder before heading through the doorway, swaying her hips a little more than was strictly necessary.
 
As soon as she set the bottle down on the end table, Jerry grabbed her and pulled her close. As he kissed her he took hold of the elastic waistband of her panties.

“I said get naked baby!” He exclaimed as he tugged on her sexy black panties.

He went to his knees as he slowly pulled the silky panties down her legs. Once he got them off her he kissed his way back up her legs. He nuzzled her pussy and then kissed her belly before standing back up. Without a hitch he adeptly removed her bra. Then eh spent a minute caressing her ample tits.

“Damn, Lizzie, you really are one hot little cunt,” He said with a wink and a mischievous grin.

Then he filled both glasses with the warm brown liquid. He handed her a glass and raised his own. He said a quick toast to their love and took a sip of the potent liquor.

“Yeah, that’s good stuff! Come on baby sit,” He said and plopped onto the couch.
 
Lizzie parted her legs instinctively as she melted into his kiss, feeling his fingers hooking into her underwear.
“I said get naked baby!” He exclaimed as he tugged on her sexy black panties.
She bit her lips as his lips trailed up her legs, brushing her sex and rising higher still. Helping him swiftly remove her bra, she sighed as his hands closed over her breasts, her nipples hardening against his palms.
“Damn, Lizzie, you really are one hot little cunt,”
"I'm very glad that you think so..." Lizzie returned his grin. Running her hands up over his chest and pushing herself up onto her toes to kiss his cheek quickly.
She took the glass of bourbon and, after sharing his toast, took a sip. The warm liquid burning her throat slightly, taking her breath away a little. Not something she'd get used to drinking in a hurry but it wasn't too bad.
“Yeah, that’s good stuff! Come on baby sit,”
She moved to sit down beside him, without thinking, almost acting on a natural impulse she turned towards him and lay into the crook of his arm and draping a leg over his, her thigh resting upon his.
"Mmmmm..." She sighed, taking another very small sip. "This is nice...to be here like this with you, I mean..."
 
“Yeah baby, very nice,” He said softly and then took a long drink nearly emptying the glass. “I see you are a lightweight babe! Good easier to get you drunk.”

He refilled his own glass and then snuggled up close. He hadn’t had a good drunken fuck in a long time. He didn’t trust most women enough to allow himself to be out of control. He knew well that alcohol more often than not left him vulnerable. Even though it had only been a couple of days he had known her, he trusted Lizzie. The next afternoon he would be leaving for three days. He would tell her in the morning he would be on a business trip. He wouldn’t tell her how dangerous it was and that there was a chance he wouldn’t be back. He had already arranged fro a note to be delivered to her explaining if anything happened to him. But he was way too cocksure to really believe anything would go wrong.
 
"Yeah baby, very nice...I see you are a lightweight babe! Good easier to get you drunk.”
She giggled, knowing that the wine in the food and the glasses she had drunk during the meal had already start to cause a haze to slowly descend over her. She knew by the time she'd finished the glass of bourbon she would be more than a little tipsy.
She snuggled back as Jerry sat closer to her. Constantly sipping from the glass and finding, to her surprise, it was empty within a few minutes. The liquid no longer burning her throat as much, she was just aware of the almost pleasant warmth slipping down into her stomach.
Lizzie had never been a big drinker, and knew it didn't take much to push her past her limits, she usually felt very insecure and nervous whenever she drank. As if she was afraid of what might happen when her mind's grip on reality released a little. But with Jerry, that nervous anxiety didn't come.
She leant over to pour a little more into her glass and slipped ever so slightly, giggling as she sat back against Jerry, leaving her glass on the table.
"I think I'm already a little very nearly drunk..." She said dreamily, looking up into his eyes. Her cheeks a little flushed and smile a little lazy, but genuine. "...you...you're not the sort of man to take a-advantage of a girl who's had a little too...too much to drink now are you, Jerry...?" Lizzie asked as innocently as she could but she knew the naughty grin and the wink that punctuated the end of her words spoilt the effect entirely.
 
"...you...you're not the sort of man to take a-advantage of a girl who's had a little too...too much to drink now are you, Jerry...?"

“Hmmmmmmm, I do believe that was exactly my plan, but then I was planning to be drunk too so no court could possibly convict me. Now however, I am thinking maybe you are a naughty little girl that wants to be taken advantage of,” He answered as he finished his second glass.

Having been a hard drinker since his teens, it took more than two drinks to get him drunk, but he was clearly feeling the effects. He filled his glass and pulled her closer bringing her a bit into his lap. He also exposed just a shade of her ass. It was enough to give him a wicked thought.

“You know what happens to naughty girls don’t ya?” He asked playfully and slapped her softly on her exposed hip.
 
"Hmmmmmmm, I do believe that was exactly my plan, but then I was planning to be drunk too so no court could possibly convict me. Now however, I am thinking maybe you are a naughty little girl that wants to be taken advantage of,”
Lizzie lowered her gaze for a moment, looking back up at him through her long eyelashes.
"...Maybe..." She murmured, her teeth catching hold of her lower lip briefly.
She moved easily as his arm pulled her over him a little more, gasping as she felt his hand playfully slapping her hip.
“You know what happens to naughty girls don’t ya?”
Her eyes widened, her pussy inexplicably tingling just as his words.
"No..." She shook her head slowly, her hair swaying with the movement as her body lay against his ever so slightly. "...because...because I'm a good girl..." The skin one her hip where his hand hit her gently was tingling, her imagination running away with what he might have in mind, almost certain she knew what that might be. She leant against him a little more, her body rolling over his, exposing more of her behind as she did so.
 
He smiled as she moved into a position that clearly indicated she wanted the spanking. He raised his hand and slapped her bare skin a little harder.

“Good girl, or bad girl, you have the hottest ass in town babe! I think it needs a good spanking,” He said excitedly as he gave her a third whack.

He was instantly into the idea of turning her sexy ass red. As she seemed to like the idea he began slapping her ass, each slap a bit harder than the last. He paused only to take sips of his drink. He could feel the stinging in his hand and knew well her tender ass was felt it more. The erotic spanking caused his cock to grow hard and press into her soft supple flesh.
 
Lizzie's mouth and eyes widened at the firmer slap to her rear.
“Good girl, or bad girl, you have the hottest ass in town babe! I think it needs a good spanking..."
Lizzie wriggled, her cheeks flushing as her ass tingled from the next slap. Her wriggling soon had her laid across him, her ass propped up, almost as if in offering to him. Her stomach across his groin.

She whimpered and moaned as he began to spank her. She'd never in her life been spanked, even as a child, she had been threatened with it as punishment for bad behaviour but it had never been carried out, probably because the threat had been enough to keep her out of trouble.

Her firm ass stinging and heating up rapidly from Jerry's swift hard strokes, the intensity constantly increasing. After a few moments, part of her wanted to turn over and stop him, another part wanted him to continue for as long as he wanted. Each slap, whilst painful, was sending thrills of excitement to her. Yes, she was nervous, but that just made her increasing arousal even more intense.
She could feel his shaft swelling beneath her stomach, pressing up into her as his hand connected with her flesh over and over again.

A particularly strong blow to her tingling cheeks made her back arch up and her hands push against the sofa to try and lift herself up and away but the following blow, knocked her back down across him with a groan, her legs spread slightly as she landed back down. In that moment, she knew something within her had changed. Instead of asking him to stop, as she probably would have done had it been anyone else, she whimpered, lifting her ass a little higher. Biting her lip against a loud cry as his hand continued to punish her behind, the skin hot, burning almost.
 
For a moment it seemed she was going to try to escape his lap and more punishment. But she quickly settled in and offered up her ass for him to do what he pleased. But it had been enough. He stopped slapping her tender red flesh. Instead he began to softly caress it with the very same hand he been slapping it with. He was quiet just looking at her laying over his lap, seemingly ready to take anything eh wanted to give. He finished the rest of his drink and then took a piece of ice from the glass. He began to slowly move the melting lump over her red stinging ass. Tiny trails of water beaded on her red skin. He could see the goose bumps rising on her upper thighs. His mind raced even in the growing alcohol induced dizzy haze. He was trying to think of yet more games to play.
 
Lizzie sighed ever so slightly as the spanking gave way to stroking, his hand smoothing over her stinging skin. The warmth still almost overpowering but the touch of his hand seemed to take a little of the discomfort away.

She gasped, loudly, as she felt the ice upon her rear. Fidgeting a little as the forzen lump drifted across her reddened flesh. Beads of water running down the sides of her thighs, some running down between them, the cool water trickling between her parted thighs to her once again aching sex. Making her whimper as it trailed down lower over the lips of her pussy. She shivered as he lazily played with the ice cube across her ass cheeks.

"Oh...oh Jerry..." She whimpered as the ice continued to melt, more and more rivulets of water trickling down her skin, inching their way down her hips and in between her legs, a few even slipping between her slightly parted ass cheeks to send fresh shivers through her as they glanced over her ass.
 
He smiled realizing the cool water melting from the cube was trickling over her pussy. This gave him his next idea. He plucked another cube from his glass after taking a sip of bourbon directly from the bottle. With his empty hand he nudged her legs apart and she obediently complied by opening up for him.

“You cunt looks a little hot baby,” He said sarcastically.

Then he ran the ice cube over her outer pussy lips. But freezing that sensitive pink flesh was not his ultimate goal. He pushed the frozen cube into the folds of her pussy. It slipped from his fingers as the heat of her pussy began to melt it rapidly. He pushed the cube inside her and felt cool water run over his fingers as the ice disintegrated in her pussy.
 
Lizzie heard the clinking sound of the remaining ice cubes moving around in his glass as his hand slipped between her legs to push them wider apart.
“You cunt looks a little hot baby,”
She cried out, tensing and pulling away slightly as she felt another ice cube touching her skin, but this was against her pussy. The sensitive skin tingling and rippling with the chill from the ice, her hips wriggling against his thigh as he took it lower.
Then a short, but high pitched, yelp as he pushed the cube inside her.
"Aah...aah...!" She fidgeted as the ice melted almost instantly inside her. The hot warm flesh of her pussy turning the ice into cool water, that was soon running back out of her and onto his hand. "It...it's cold..." She whimpered, feeling her pussy clenching slightly in response to the odd sensation inside it. Yet another new experience for her, and one she wasn't likely to forget anytime soon.
As the cool water trickled out of her and down over her swollen clit she murmured a little more. Her hazy mind lost as to what she should do, remain where she was and find out what other plans Jerry had for her body, or sit up and ask for another drink. She decided on a compromise. She'd ask. She rolled over a little in his lap, looking up into his eyes.
"Jerry, can I have another drink please...?"
 
"Jerry, can I have another drink please...?"

“Sure baby, you can have anything you want. I need one myself. Two things though. You are going to have to let me up, I seem to be out of ice. Second tell me how you like my games,” HE ordered more than asked.
 
"Sure baby, you can have anything you want. I need one myself. Two things though. You are going to have to let me up, I seem to be out of ice. Second tell me how you like my games,”
Lizzie pushed herself up and knelt beside him, being careful not to press her heated rear against her feet just yet. Blushing at his comment about being out of ice.
"I am enjoying your games a lot...and I think you're enjoying your games as much as I am..." She smiled, handing him her empty glass with a twinkle in her eye. She wasn't lying, she was enjoying these games between the two of them, enjoying how she was reacting, how her body was reacting to his aggressive behaviour. Somewhere in her increasingly foggy mind, she knew the alcohol was helping her to relax and allow him to do more than she might normally let him do to her, but she was also aware of something deeper. Something awakening inside herself, a desire, a need to have him 'play' in this way with her. She didn't understand it fully but she knew she would feel the same way about things had she had a drink too many or not.
 
“Oh yeah baby I am enjoying them.” He said with a wicked grin.

As he stood up to go get the ice her kneeling position gave him an idea. His erect cock stood out form his body only inches from her face. It was an opportunity he could not resist.

“Baby, I think I want payment in advance for making the next drink,” He said as he reached out and entwined his fingers in her hair. “Show me how much you like my games!”

He pulled her face to his crotch. His cock brushed over her lips and he rubbed it on her face as he pushed her mouth between his legs and against his big heavy balls.
 
"Oh yeah baby I am enjoying them.”
Lizzie bit her bottom lip shyly as his definitely naughty grin beamed down at her.
“Baby, I think I want payment in advance for making the next drink...Show me how much you like my games!”
She gasped as his fingers curled into her hair and took hold and control of her head, moving it closer to his body and to his hard cock. She tried to get the head between her lips as he rubbed it back and forth, licking it several times before he manouvered her head closer still to him, and she felt his balls against her lips.
Parting them eagerly, she sucked one into her mouth. Moaning, the sound vibrating around his flesh, she sucked hungrily. Her tongue stroking and massaging it within her warm, wet mouth. She moved to the other and then back again. Nuzzling his crotch with her nose as she sucked a little harder.
 
His grip on her hair loosened as she kissed and sucked his balls. He had always loved having his balls licked and sucked. Lizzie was the most enthusiastic lover in that area that he had ever known.

“Damn that feels good baby! I could stand here all night and let you do that but I have a mission,” He said as he gently pulled her head back.

He pressed his leaking cock head to her pretty lips as if giving her an unusual erotic kiss.
 
“Damn that feels good baby! I could stand here all night and let you do that but I have a mission,”
Lizzie gently kissed the tip of his cock as he pushed it against her mouth, letting her tongue quickly dart between her lips to taste a little of his arousal leaking from it. All the time her eyes looking up into his.
"I'm glad you enjoy it so much, Jerry..." She smiled, moving her mouth back almost hesitantly from his shaft. "But I don't want to stand in the way of you and your mission..." She added cheekily.
 
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