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My First Love

We’ve been together for two years. We once counted our quickies, but have both lost track; even with so many, it’s never been enough for either of us. I only know love because I’ve seen it in your eyes: I was your first, you were mine; I hope we hold innocence forever. These last two years have been the best of my life, ever since I saw you at Maddy’s party and had to talk to you, when every friend said that I shouldn’t. It took us a year and a half to start fucking, we’ve done it as often as possible for six months. But we’ve not made love: too hard without time or privacy. We’re still young and worry over getting caught. Your bedroom, my bedroom, our cars, once in my mother’s shoe closet. I’m tired of hiding, and tired of speed. I want to make love to you without worry, when minutes don’t matter. You suggest my parents’ cabin; I think you’re a genius. The drive takes two hours, anticipation makes it forever. Now we’re alone, surrounded only by the forest’s whisper. We kiss by the lake, lingering with no one to see us, no one to catch us doing what is beautiful and natural and sacred between us. I love you for taking your time. You make me cum whenever we fuck, but I know something’s missing, and long to feel what’s been aching like splinters inside me. I can’t wait to go slower; I imagine you tenderly pushing yourself past my puffy pussy lips, rather than ramming and slamming like you’ve always had to. I love it when you fill me, you cum so much, especially in my mouth; I always swallow our evidence. We finish our kiss and turn from the trees. I lean on your shoulder, nuzzling into you. Soaking wet, I gesture toward the house. You lead me back, holding my hand like only you can, grazing my skin with your thumb and sending shivers through my body, up my arm, and into my shoulder. You stop, turn, kiss me lightly on the lips, breathe into my mouth — I want you — then scoop me up into your arms, twirling me once in celebration before setting me down. We walk toward the house, my hand falls into yours as we cross the cobbled path, like ball to mitt. I look at my parents’  “extra” house, admiring colors and stonework: ceramic pots, orange and green and blue against gorgeous stone stacked in elegant rows to make up the house. I feel lucky for all I have, mostly for you. We step inside, then cross the house to the sun porch. I’m soaking, eager to see what you’ll do with me, with time and no parents to stop us. We kiss: I lap at your tongue, tickling it with the stud because you love it when I do. I push my body against you, leg draped between yours. Your hands are all over me, with no one around. Always in a hurry, today you are not; taking time just to taste me. I feel your hard cock pushing against me. I want you, too; I’m soaking, already feeling myself less willing to wait. I stand, strip my white top, and free my tits into the early summer air. I’ve nothing beneath. You stare like always, now without hurry, drawing me to your eyes as if painting a memory. I drop my shirt to the floor, like I dropped my innocence six months before, then climb onto your lap, facing your smile. You put your hand on my ass and start kissing my breasts. I reach down, undo my buttons, then return my lips to yours. I’m beautiful: I know because people have been telling me since before I could understand. But no one looks at me like you, not ever. I hope no one ever does. My nipples are hard under touch. I lie back. You pull my shorts past my ankles, smiling as you drop them by my shirt. I part my legs: an invitation to bury your face between them. You kiss me softly: licking, sucking, showing your hunger. I stare as you feast at my fuckhole. Flicking me faster, you nudge your face in my center. I squirm as you grab my leg and push your face deeper, treating my pussy like sweetest cream. I know what’s coming and brace my body. You do what you did, before I said you could use your cock, thrusting your two middle fingers into my pussy, turning them into daggers of pleasure and plunging my squishy hole, while sucking my clit. I pet your head, moaning, “uh uh uh uh,” over and over. Despite wanting to take our time, I’m seconds from begging for dick. Your fingers are in, to the knuckle. I feel it a second before it happens; I chew my lip as I wait. My body screams. I swivel my pussy around your hand, tiny circles as your fingers clamp inside me. I ride through my orgasm, then beg. “Please,” I pant, “I need you.” Your fingers leave my pussy and find my mouth; tasting my juice drives me wild. Your hands brush my tits as I delight in our flavor. Because I need you, your clothes are a hundred pounds on your body. I tug off your shorts as I kiss you. Like me, you’ve nothing beneath. Your throbbing cock is perfect in my palm. We continue to kiss as I stroke you; already thick, your dick fattens in my hand. I love the size of your dick, and think of it always. I stroke until you nudge me with your face and send me down to your dick. We’ve done this for nearly two years, during the many months before we started to fuck. The first time you expected a handjob, so did I, my small fingers already cum covered in my mind. But you throbbed so hard and started to whimper, your bright-red tip so needy. I wanted you so much, remembered all the things my sister said, how she told me what to do, so I circled my lips at the tip, jacked you from the base, and milked your warm, white honey into my mouth. We had to be quick with my parents downstairs, now we’re in a house they never use with all the time in the world. With my knees flat on the couch and an elbow on your leg, I circle my hand at your shaft, set your tip in my mouth, and start sliding up and down with pursed lips while you watch from above. You moan, like always. I break only to kiss you. Before you explode I climb up from between your legs. You position your cock to pole me. The moment hangs like a hair of forever. We’re grownups; this weekend in the country will change us. It already has. Your throbbing cock squelches inside me as I slide down. I couldn’t cut my moan if I wanted, not length or volume or breath. I rise and fall, moving slowly up and down. The world is majestic: the cabin, the trees, the lake; everything. Nothing more than you. My legs circle your waist as I bounce back and forth, stomach slapping your warm skin. Your fingers dig in as you pull me toward you, shoving your cock deeper inside me, spreading my walls and exposing my asshole so it’s kissed by sticky humidity, making me want you in a way I’ve not wanted before. Up and down, up and down; we fuck faster and harder. I reach back to feel my ass as we bounce, harder and faster, without any hurry, moans crashing like waves on a shore. I do most of the work, you sit stunned, knees apart as I raise my ass, then slam it down.   I clutch your shoulders, chewing my lip as I rock. I wonder if this is our new forever. I look up at you: You’re dazed, like me, discovering the difference between what we’ve done and what we’re doing now, both knowing it’s nothing compared with the rest of our lives. I pause, gather my breath, then lift my ass high as you plant your palms beneath it. This rise and fall is new; you’re lifting my body and bringing it down, flat against your palms. I love this angle I’ve never known, how your cock points up and inside me, making me tickle and shiver. I lean forward, kissing you through my bounce. I lull, rock, swivel, and then I start bouncing again, out of control, jiggling tits and swaying curtains of long, brown hair. You stare up at me, clearly in love. You growl, “You can be loud,” realizing how much I’m holding in. I SCREAM. Surely, I’ve terrified the birds and squirrels and tiny woodland creatures; by the strength of my bellow I’ve emptied the forest. I fuck myself into another orgasm. You hold me at the waist, directing me to help you last longer. This is more than hot, it’s fun; deciding what sort of lovers we’re destined to be, without fences or family around us. I climb from your body, then pivot, and return with my back facing you, sliding down onto your juice-slathered dick, moaning hard as you plunge and send slithers up my back. I rise, then shove myself down, several times before finding my speed. 

Everything tells me you’re ready: body, breath, and shudders. I pull my hair to the side and fuck us harder: I want to feel your cum as it fills me, then pours from my hot and sticky hole, so I spring up and down faster, reaching back to grab you as you lift me up and plunge me down. Our breath is one tide as wind whispers through forest around us. We rattle together, shaking the porch. You grunt, your face is twisted in pleasure. I imagine my own. You slip out, and for a second I’m dying. Then I put you back into my hole and heave with relief. I squeal as I’m rocking, milking cum from your cock as your arm circles my waist. Like always, you’re launching a gallon; each burst elongates my pleasure. I lean back, kissing you lightly as you paw at my tit, then you lean back while I incline against you, still milking your cock and kissing you harder. I finally rise, then slowly slide up from your cock. Warm cum pours out of my cunt. Winded, I lean back on the couch and spread my legs wide. Comfortable, we kiss through the long afternoon, alone, brushing one another’s skin, still tender through the shock. This was our first time, I can’t wait for the next. You look down at my open pussy, bright-pink and flaring. “It looks like you still want me.”   “Always,” I say.

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The Best Haircut I Ever Had

I steal another glance in the mirror. She’s still impassive, eyes down, on her work. They don’t meet mine. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from dropping. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and down, down to that taunting, nascent cleavage. So little, yet enough. Just like the front legs of a spider, waiting at its lair. It’s a sign of danger. This is April. My April. And this is my second haircut with her. Two tiny dark patches, just where her chest begins to flower. Where that artful, gentle rise begins, infinitesimally, before the peeking line of her bra steals the show. Those little patches are my hair. They’ve dropped down on her while she’s cut me. They’ve settled in perfect symmetry. I close my eyes, utterly defeated by the thought that a part of me is nestling against her there. April doesn’t seem to have noticed. Snip. Snip. Snip. Oh, but she is beyond beautiful. And I have nothing to do, in this chair, but marvel at her doll’s face in the mirror. I am drawn to her deep brown eyes. They’re round, set wide apart. So wide apart that they don’t look at you straight. Each one looks out to the world from its own side of her face, as if keeping a secret from the other. It’s bewitching. Doe. And it’s impossible to look away from them. There’s a dark tint of makeup around their edges, and confident black lashes above and below. That makes her expansive whites stand out like boiled eggs in onion soup. Everything else about her is so dark, you see. She tilts my head to one side. Ever so gently. Yes, dark. Her brown hair, her tanned olive skin, her delicate little eyebrows, wide and high above those mysterious orbs. She is born and bred English, but she’s almost dark enough to be a mix. It’s not a Mediterranean kind of dark. Maybe a parent, or a grandparent, is black. Those eyes. There’s something about them that makes me keep flying closer. I want to drown in them, like some wretched fly. Snip. Snip. Snip. Not a frown, not a worry. Not a word. She gets on with it. Oh, April, could you know my thoughts? There is an acre of space in the triangle between her eyes and the subtle bridge of her nose. Less so beneath her bold, round nostrils, where her proud dimple meets an exaggerated cupid’s bow. Ah, cupid. Her lips, lightly touched with pinkish lipstick, are thin yet juicy. Her orderly, white upper teeth peep out now and then when she smiles. But it’s a cute little mouth, lips sealing seamlessly together. Zipped, but with a dimple either side. Truly a doll’s face. It’s a boiling summer day. The air-conditioning in the salon is not in great form. She’s got too many layers on. Not just the modest turquoise tank top and the black bra beneath: there’s something like another tank top in between those layers. Brown like her eyes. Cut higher, more modest than the outer garment, it’s a cleavage stealer. I am relieved she’s showing less than last time. But I’m surprised that she needs this many clothes on such a day. It’s silent in here. We finished exchanging polite pleasantries some time ago. The online radio stream has cut out again. A couple of fifty-something ladies flick through magazines as some poor soul crafts their complex styles. I feel smug that I’ve got April. I look at her pale, tight-fitting jeans. She is a picture today. It’s a very trendy look. But her legs look skinny in those. Momentarily I am terrified, the memory of our conversation about the contents of her fridge – just cheese – screaming at me inside my brain. Is she anorexic? God, please, no. I hate that. I look at her bronze, shiny shoulders and bare arms. They are normal and fleshy. Not matchsticks. I relax a little. Her face: still expressionless. Can you see anorexia in someone’s eyes? Can you see lust? I see neither. Snip. Snip. Snip. She has moved around me now, near my left temple. She’s working across me. Touch me. Bend closer, April. I look in the mirror. There is too much daylight between the mound of her torso and my shoulder. No, wait, stay where you are. I am hardening, thinking of her naked, shorn of all that garb. I close my eyes, try to think of anything else. Oh, but that skin, it would be molten caramel, to taste and to see. Not a tan line in sight. I feel warm breath on me. Was it hers, a delicate caress from her flat little low-bridged nose? Or was it a mere gust of air from the door? Oh no. Her elbow. It’s under my nose. Her bent left arm is doing something to my hair with scissors. But my world, now, is just me and this flesh of hers. I am close enough to smell it. Do. Not. Lick. Oh. She does feel heat. There is the most feminine, delicate trace of tacky perspiration on the crook of her arm. It makes morning dew look like a flood. I have to close my eyes. Or I will kiss April’s arm. On she goes. Snip. Snip. Snip. Why do they always do that in threes? She is a haircutting machine. Is she thinking anything? A thousand Pounds for your thoughts. She is a student. At least ten years my junior. And I want to ravish her. The radio is back on. It pumps out chart-topping beats. The kinds of tunes that repeat and repeat, urging, pushing, spiralling you in directions you don’t want to go. These songs goad me beyond reason with their relentless thumping. Where exactly can I look? Perhaps the floor is safe, free from temptation. But no, she wears open shoes, and her bare toes, painted jet black, keep homing into view. It’s the only bit of skin I can see anywhere south of her bra line. How can she ignite me with so little? These toes are gorgeous, cute, neat. Clean. Ready to suck, right now. Or do I look to the heavens, to her elaborate hair, pinned in some kind of complicated style I don’t understand? I am drawn to the strands that frame her smooth, angular cheeks. I am envious at how they can brush lightly on her soft skin, cupping her face. I want to do that. Oh, sweet April. If only you knew how much I want you. Right now. Please don’t ask me to stand. “Can you fit another gentleman in at five?” It’s the voice of one of her colleagues. Does she have to word it like that? April frowns for the first time. Then she nods. No trace of a smile. Why isn’t she on the same dirty page I am? I’m at my own mercy now, helpless. Those words have steered my thoughts in a u-turn from the relatively respectable path down which I’ve been trying to direct them. I am fully erect beneath the cloak, as I think of her fitting me in. All of me. And then agreeing to take another. Well, I’m not sure about that, April, but I admire your willing. Snip, snip, snip. The music is beating itself up to a frenzy. Her hand is steady, but my mind is racing. Thump. Thump. Thump. The beats. My heart. My blood. Who knows? April. Finally the snipping stops. She stands up straight, admires her handiwork in the mirror. She cocks her head to one side – I think she’s pleased. Yes…a modest little smile lights up her face, and those upper teeth appear. Don’t do that! And now she catches my eye, unafraid, hands on hips, scissors hooked on her index finger. “How’s that for you?” she says, in a brisk tone that suggests this is always just a formality for her. The smile went away. It’s all business again. She’s done a neat job. Slowly, yes, but I’m not complaining. The view was too good. Oh, fuck, she wants me to talk. There’s a huge lump in my throat, and my pulse has quickened in time with the music. I can feel perspiration on my forehead. What am I, thirteen? “Oh yeah,” I say, sounding far more together than I feel. “You’re a star, April.” You’re so much more. I just can’t say it. You’re so young. I shudder. There’s a pregnant pause. Lethargic heat. Building beats. Behind us, her colleague pushes a broom around the floor. I look at me, in my cape. I look at us. Then her. Looking at me now, in the mirror. “Would you like a shower?” A what? I’m startled, and she can see it. I am stumped for words. Have I just dropped out of reality? She smiles, warm and full this time. “It’s a new idea we’re trying. You know, get all the hair off properly. It gets everywhere, doesn’t it?” “I guess it does…” I say, my eyebrows raised in curiosity. And now I’m thinking about those locks of mine that landed on her upper chest. I steal a glance – they’re still there. Stand still while I flick those off… She takes this as a yes, and jerks her head towards the back of the shop. “Come on then,” she says, pulling the cape off from my neck. I wish I could read something in her voice, in her eyes. Is this normal? Oh hell . I’ve got to stand up now. My dirty thoughts are coming home to roost. I think quick, and pretend to take a big, lazy stretch. I think about board meetings. It’s a monumental effort, but somehow I manage to soften a little, and re-arrange myself as I stand up. Her colleagues seem oblivious. One’s on the till. The other keeps sweeping. The others are engrossed in their styling. “This way, follow me,” she says, turning on her heel. She leads us to a door right in the far corner of the salon. We pass through it into a tiny kitchen. Nothing unusual there. Beyond that I can see an open door to a toilet, but to the left of this is another door. It’s closed. She opens it up and stands aside to let me in. It’s actually a decent-sized shower room. There’s a bench with a clean towel and hand towel folded on it. And there’s a stool and a hairdryer and a dressing table with a mirror, but my eye goes straight to the clear Perspex doors on the shower. It’s tastefully tiled, looks squeaky clean. It’s one of those simple, minimalist ones: a large, high-mounted, powerful head and two taps. This is weird, in a hairdresser place. But why not? I might just take a cold one. April has got me far, far too excited for mid-afternoon, and I have to get back to work. I turn around to thank her for the suggestion before she goes. “Aw, thanks, April, this is a nice…” I freeze. What’s she doing? She’s closed the door. And she’s still on my side of it. In. Here. With. Me. She flicks the latch. We’re locked in. My heartbeat goes completely nuts. April shoves me against the wall. She’s stronger than she looks when she takes you by surprise. What the… “Okay, Mister, I saw how you looked at me out there.” Her doll’s face looks stern, harsh. Now I’ve got adrenaline thrashing through me. Was I too leery? Am I in some kind of trouble here? Careful what you say now. She looks mad. “You can’t do that,” she hisses, her grip on my elbows tightening. I can definitely feel her warm breath on my shirt front now. “Do what?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral. Okay, maybe I pissed her off. But it’s not a crime to look at a pretty girl. Is it? Maybe it’s considered harassment these days. The world’s pretty fucked up. And she’s young, she’s never known any other world. “Look at me like that without fucking me….you jerk!” She presses hard up against me. I’m grateful for the wall - I’m reeling in every sense. I’m shocked and I need to catch my breath, but I can’t because she’s stood up on her tip toes and she’s kissing me. With feeling. Wow. April. This can’t be happening. And yet. Her tongue is darting every which way in my mouth, wrestling mine as it goes. She cannot seem to get as deep as she wants, but that doesn’t stop her trying. Have I ever been kissed with such need? How long has she been wanting this? Our appointment…did it torture her like it tortured me? Right now, as she pulls my neck closer with her hands, it looks like it did. I’m fully hard again, but this time I don’t care. There’s a locked door and a willing, comely, doll-faced babe attacking me. This girl is not shy after all. I love it. I need to gather myself. Poor April is at full stretch. I take her by the waist and shuffle her gently across the room so I can sit on the stool. Reading my mind, she straddles my lap, wraps her forearms around my neck again. Oh, that forearm. Yes! Before her mouth assails me again I reach behind for her left arm, the one I wanted to lick as she worked. This is some of the softest skin on a woman’s body. I bring it to my lips, losing myself in the sensation of smoothness and delicacy. Yes, I can taste a tiny trace of salt on this hot day, mingled with whatever body wash she used this morning. I nibble gently at that magic spot, the inside of her elbow, and then I part my teeth so my tongue can gently lap at that place. I feel her whimper. I let her reclaim her arm, and she wriggles her waist closer. If she didn’t know I was hard before, she knows now. We’re wearing way too much. We kiss some more, only now there’s a hand roving under my shirt, making me tremble and gasp as it moves. I have a feeling this is going to be animal. I sense she needs a quickie. She’s at work, after all. Is this a regular thing she does? What do her colleagues think she’s doing? I decide I don’t care. And animal is fine with me right now. She can’t get enough kissing. I love it. Just when I think I can’t get any more aroused, she pushes a little deeper, our tongues find more of the other, and she holds the back of my head a little tighter. I let her take charge, keeping my hands on her hips. Or we’ll overbalance. I love the sounds she is making. The groans and the pants and the heavy breathing. April is so into this, and doesn’t mind showing it. She’s taking charge, taking what she wants. Which also happens to be what I crave. That’s so fucking attractive. I haven’t even replied to her little jibe. But the time for flirty banter is long past. Yeah, she made me a little worried for a moment back there, but things are turning out just fine. I’m all the more turned on for the contrast. Though she deserves a spanking for scaring me like that. Next time, April. For now, I’m enjoying letting her have her way with me, the saucy little fox. Oh, what a thrill to see revealed the passion hidden behind those dark eyes! Abruptly she hops off me and stands in front of me. And yes, my hair is still there on her, though one tuft has fallen right down to her bra line. “Are you going to give it to me then?” she says, hands on hips, eyeing the bulge in my jeans. “Yes, April,” I reply, slowly, meeting her eyes as they look back up. My confidence back in residence. “I am going to give it to you. I will do as you ask.” “Good. Then I’ll get naked for you,” she says, raising one eyebrow naughtily. And with that she pulls the turquoise top over her head. Then the brown one. Now she’s only in her black bra, but she doesn’t hang around. She reaches behind her with one hand, flicks the clasp, and her delicious breasts spring free. I sway at the sight of them. She looks down at them for a moment, frowns at the bits of my hair, the ones that had me fixating. She brushes them away with the side of her hand. I tighten further as she does it, her left breast wobbling a little from the flick of her hand. It doesn’t oscillate much though. Just enough to excite me. These are young, ripe, firm and precious. Her fresh, taut nipples are a dark brown. Of course they are. I’m stunned at the sight of her. Literally gasping. Cherish moments like this. Give your mind, your soul, your everything to this. Yeah, fixate. Let her pull you in. Feel it. Live it. Every touch, every breath, every flash of her dark pupils: bottle them. I am terrified I am about to wake up, this dream snatched from before my eyes. I cannot believe we are here, now, like this, holed up in the bathroom while at least two middle-aged ladies were having their perms done outside. How? I wanted her more than anything I’ve ever wanted anything. And here she is – I have her. I reach out and grasp her by the waist, as if to satisfy myself that she’s really there. Flesh and blood, the purest April. I have to hold her, so that she can never melt away. I need the touch for belief. She pauses a moment as I jam my fingers under the tight belt of her jeans, enthusing in her body heat, and I gently run my thumbs across marshmallow skin just below her rib cage. She indulges herself a moment, and I know it’s doing something to her. And then she remembers where she is. “Quickly, mister. They think I’m making a fucking cup of tea!” I nod. No boss of hers is going to get between me and my April right now. In fact, even if this building went up in flames, I’d stay right here with her. As it is, I feel fire in my belly and se flames of lust dancing in her dark eyes. We may have to call the fire brigade anyway. I don’t want to take my hands away from her, though I know I need to escape my clothes. There’s still this fear that she’ll disappear. She seems to sense this, and deftly unpicks the buttons of her jeans with her fingers. Her belt slackens, and my instincts take over. I slide my palms down the outside of her thighs, my forearms dragging her denim down with them. I sink to my knees, eye level with her miniscule sky-blue panties, and keep pulling them down. When my hands reach her ankles, she lifts her cute feet out one at a time. The first wave of her feminine scent hits me, and I swoon. I am mesmerized again. This would take all day if it were left up to me. It can’t. “Pull down my panties,” she whispers through her teeth, all urgency and need. Ah yes. Panties. I could break these with one finger, so I’m gentle as I can be. I grab the string holding up the flimsy triangle covering her mound, and peel it down her legs. A strand of her wetness clings to that place at her core, reluctant to leave her, and dangles like a string of broken spider’s web. She steps out of her underwear. April is naked. It tears me up that I only have her for a couple of minutes now. Kneeling before her, it takes everything I’ve got not to put my tongue there, right in that moist, gushing brook between her legs. But I know that if I start, I will have to finish. And we don’t have time. She tugs gently on my chin, pulling me up to my feet. “Okay, quickly now…keep your shirt on.” Her fingers are already working at the buttons on my jeans. I love how she’s taking charge here, unafraid to ask for what she wants from a man. It drives me wild when a woman seeks pleasure like that. There’s no ceremony as she yanks my jeans and my boxers over my colossal bulge and down. When they get as far as my knees she loses interest and grabs my hips. “Back on the stool, Mister. You’ve got everything I need there,” she says, eyeing what’s just sprung free from my trousers. I do as she asks. I think she’s going to ride me. I push the stool closer to the wall, so I can support her better. Fuck, this is exciting. April is on a mission. Before I even know it, she’s astride me, standing on the tips of her toes. She takes my erection in her fingers and guides between her legs. Look into my eyes. Oh yes, that’s it, baby. She’s looking right into my soul as she slips seamlessly onto me. I fill her completely. She is so wet. She wants to get going. And she doesn’t need my help. She’s going to do this. Now that she’s sunk onto my length, her feet are comfortably on the floor. She slips her arms beneath my shoulders and curls her hands up beyond them to grip the back of my neck. It feels sensational already. Now April begins to ride. I was right – this is animal. I have to brace myself, holding the stool steady as she thrusts. But I’ll do anything I have to, to keep on having what I’ve got now. Her soft throat is just in front of my face, her head thrown back as she slams on and off me, powered by her determined little legs. My eyes feast on the scene as she lets herself go, burying herself in and out of my laps. For her they are hammer blows, but for me it’s just pleasure. A delicate woodland fairy having her way with me. I can feel the pace, the urgency, the mighty effort she’s putting in, but she’s so soft and tiny that she won’t hurt me. All I need to think about is keeping our stool steady, and the wonderful thing that’s happening to me. She’s breathing hard, lost in what she’s doing. Her eyes are closed now. I know she’s building and it’s an effort for her to keep silent, but she has to. Her energy is terrific, and she’s pressing closer to me now, keeping the delicate balancing act going as her bouncing breasts slap and slam – gently as a woodland creature! – into my forehead. I want this always, April. This closeness has me going now, and I feel myself reach the point of no return. She’s gulping huge, silent gasps, now, her thrusts no softer, but I sense she’s at that place too. Controlling everything as she is, turned-on as she was, it hasn’t taken long. Building, building. I can’t resist a tiny whisper. “I’m coming, baby, I’m coming….” She responds from somewhere deep in the back of her throat, animal yet almost imperceptible. The sound tells me she’s desperate to scream out loud, but this is the best she can do. Hearing this suppressed groan of unbridled lust is the last straw for me. I tighten, twitch, unleash into April. Wave after wave as I dance inside her and she clenches around me, pulling hard on my hair and digging her elbows hard into my armpits, uttering that otherworldly screaming whimper again. And now she slows, not moving her upper body from that clasping lock she’s got me in. Her hips are gyrating gently now, doing a couple of victory laps as they slow down. She buries her chin on top of my head, as if she wants to cling to me all day and all night. I know she can’t do that. I feel physically ill at the thought that she will have to pull off me now. She seems to have lost her will. She’s still somewhere up in the clouds. Something inside me makes me sense I have to take the reins now, if just for a moment. So, flying in the face of everything I want right now, I whisper to her again, “April…you gotta go.” I want to slap myself for saying it, but I’ve done the right thing. She relaxes her lock just a little as my words sink in. Even that tiny hint of uncoupling is awful. Closing my eyes at the dreadful thing I have to do, I pick up her tiny bottom from my lap and place her on her shaken, overworked legs. She smiles, sniffs and wipes her nose. “You look perfect, don’t worry,” I reassure her. “Get dressed and get out there.” I want to slap myself again. April nods, her wits coming back to her. “You should actually have that shower,” she says, jerking her head at the cubicle as she picks up her panties from the floor. I nod back, but first I want to watch her get dressed. I can take my time. She smiles, looking completely relaxed again, as she puts her panties back on. I feel my spirits drop as her nakedness slowly starts to disappear like a beach beneath a rising tide. But she never takes her eyes off mine as she tugs her jeans on, does up her bra and quickly pulls her tops back over her body, and that makes me feel better. April’s eyes are enough of a feast on their own. God, she’s dressed. She’s going. I want to sink. She skips quickly to the shower and turns on the taps, taking a moment to adjust them to a comfortable temperature as she holds her hand beneath the stream. Then she steps across to me, pulls my head down towards hers and places a soft kiss on my lips. A final smile, a quick check for the all-clear outside the door, and she’s slipped out. I undress completely and shower, my brain feeling like fudge. Did that really just happen? It seems so outlandish that I don’t have the capacity to soak up the last waves of pleasure. I stare at the closed door and wonder if anyone noticed she’d gone for a while. What an incredibly daring young woman. I love that she did that. I love that she let her lust overcome her and cornered me in here. And if she’s done it before, then good for her. April gets what April wants. Fuck, yeah, anytime, baby! I’m so turned on by her taking me that even now, towelling myself down, my erection is only just starting to fade. I’d almost forgotten this is exactly what I wanted too. I smile to myself once more. It might be awkward out there. Yeah, I might be best off finding another hairdresser. But boy, April…you made my day today. *** This is me experimenting with a first draft, so I’d appreciate your comments if you see any typos or inconsistencies. 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Dirty Thoughts Final Part

It was finally Saturday morning. Since that conversation, Elizabeth had been counting the days until the weekend. She tried to focus on the thought of simply enjoying his company and getting to know each other. However, despite her now blooming romantic excitement for him, she couldn’t completely dismiss the thought that she’s strongly sexually attracted to him.

She was up early that morning and had chosen to wear a boyfriend shirt that stopped just a little past her buttocks, exposing her smooth legs. She wanted to see if Henry would look.

She was in the kitchen gathering items for breakfast and scrambling some eggs. Henry stepped out of his room.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good…morning” His chest was bare and he was only wearing his boxers, which was enough to distract her. She turned her gaze back to what she was doing and hoped he didn’t notice. She felt his presence in the kitchen with her but refrained from looking at him again so as not to embarrass herself. “I was up early so I thought I’d make us breakfast. What would you like to eat?”

There was no answer. She didn’t think much of it. Suddenly, she felt his breathing on the back of her neck. Before she could turn around, she felt his hands and strong arms wrap around her waist and his body press up against her back. She dropped the utensils and gasped at the surprise. She could feel him smelling her neck, and then his lips were right over her ear.

“I want to eat you,” he whispered gently. He loosened his grip on her just enough so that she could turn around and face him.

She was a little confused, but she wasn’t scared. She’d always known that Henry was a tall man, but it didn’t occur to her until now that she was just above elbow level to him. This big body that she had been fantasizing about was now only inches from hers. Her hands slowly made their way up to his cheeks as she looked at his face intently. It was the same gentle, shy, and innocent face, but his eyes were different. They were burning. They were hungry.

He dove down to smell her neck again before bending down so that he can lock his hands behind her knee and lift her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, and dropping her on his bed. They locked eyes as he got on his knees and made his way up the bed and over her body. She caressed his face and the back of his head.

This is happening now.

Slowly, she used her hands to guide his head back down to her neck. He hovered over her soft skin with his nose and his lips. He kissed her neck once, and then got up to look at her. She ran her fingers through his hair, as if giving him permission to continue. He smiled a little and resumed to kiss her neck. He was on his elbows, so his upper body wasn’t completely on her yet. There was a gap between her breasts and his chest. She moved her hands into that gap to take this opportunity to feel his chest as he’s kissing her. His chest was heavy and hard, just like she imagined. She could feel his heartbeat on her palms. Her heart beat in unison.

His lips moved up to kiss her on the cheeks and nose before finally locking lips with her. He sucked her bottom lip passionately, and she returned the favor. Her hands returned to the back of his head and pressed him down harder on her lips.

“Henry is kissing me. I can finally taste him.”

She started moaning a little as she felt Henry stick his tongue in her mouth. They alternated between sucking lips and licking tongues. His hand found its way to her breasts. She was excited by the feeling of his heavy hand on her, squeezing, massaging, and rubbing her nipple. He gave her one final kiss and then moved his attention down to suck on the other nipple.

“Henry…” she could barely say his name loud enough.

She closed her eyes as the sensation of his hand rubbing one nipple and his tongue flicking the other started to make her wet. This definitely felt better than having the water in the gym shower splatter on her nipples. He switched to sucking the other nipple to make sure they were both erect, but he didn’t have to spend much time since the rubbing did all the work. He then moved back to her lips again to kiss her before getting on his knees. He moved lower on the bed to find a comfortable position. She knew what he was going to do next, so she went ahead and spread her legs for him.

He smiled at her and took a few seconds to take in the sight of her shaved pussy waiting for him before propping her knees up. With his hands positioned on her outer thighs, he went down to caress her inner thighs with his lips and tongue. He was being careful not to touch her clit yet. He wanted to tease her. She played along, clutching his hair in her hands to guide his head to her clit, but he refused and continued to kiss her thighs. She could feel herself getting more wet from the teasing. Her pussy felt heavy and open, as if it was a flower blooming.

Finally, he couldn’t take the teasing anymore either. He started on her belly button and made his way down to her clitoris, which he eagerly sucked.

“Fuck…” Elizabeth moaned.

She was surprised that someone with such a shy personality was so good at pleasing. Maybe this was what he was hiding the whole time. This was the mystery she was trying to uncover: a reserved, quiet, and nerdy guy who was a beast in bed. No one would ever know the kind of beast he was until they fall into his lair. The thought of such a beast eating her out added even more to her excitement. She could already feel an orgasm building inside of her. 

“Henry!” the tone of her voice gave him a hint. She wasn’t expecting it to happen, but she was pleasantly surprised when she felt a couple of his fingers inserted into her vagina. “Oh! Fuck, yes!” 

He was now sucking on her clit and finger-fucking her at the same time. His hair was tangled in her fingers. Her breathing turned into rapid, shallow breathing. At this moment, he could feel everything. He could feel her squirming. He could feel both of their heart beating. He could feel her juices on his fingers. He could feel his cock rising, hardening, and trying to set itself free from his boxers. He could feel it coming. He increased the speed of his finger-fucking and tongue-tracing until she screamed as she reached an orgasm. He continued to fuck and lick while her body pulsated.

She thought it was too early for her to cum, but he was just pleasuring her so much that she couldn’t contain it. She didn’t want to stop there, though. She still has to feel his cock. When the pulsating stopped, she relaxed her body and returned to normal breathing to try and prepare herself for the next round and make sure she can reach an orgasm again. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of having Henry between her legs, like she’d imagined many times before. There was a part of her that couldn’t believe this was happening, even though she’d dreamed about it. It was most likely because it had caught her by surprise. She wasn’t expecting Henry to initiate sex. But what a lovely surprise. 

Henry concluded the finger-fucking and tongue-licking on her pussy and got back up on his knees. She looked down to see that he was fully erect. That was it; it was the hardened cock sticking up in front of him that was going to make her cum again. She could already feel it. 

He was stroking his cock as he crawled on his knees up the bed and reached his other hand out to her. She took his hand and pulled herself up to a sitting position so that she is now face-to-cock. She was right about her previous guess regarding the size of his penis. It took up almost the entire length of her face. 

“You said you wanted to get to know me. This is me,” he stopped stroking. He placed both of his hands behind her head and gently pressed the tip of his cock on her lips. “Open up.”

She obeyed and welcomed his cock into her mouth. 

The first thing she felt was the girth of his cock. It wasn’t a monster cock like the exaggerated cock pictures on pornography websites, but Henry was definitely better than average. He took care of the thrusting, going slowly and not putting too much of himself in to give her time. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to put all of it into her mouth, but she did want to see how far she could go. She grabbed his firm butt cheeks and used that support to push his cock deeper into her throat. She was surprised by how much of it she could actually take. She felt the warmth of his cock on her tongue. She could feel it throbbing, wanting more attention. When she finally showed a sign of choking, Henry pulled out. He bent down to give her a kiss on the lips as an encouragement and to make sure that she’s okay. 

“I want you,” she whispered. 

No reply was needed from him as she swallowed his cock back and started sucking on her own. Blowing the dildo a few nights ago gave her no satisfaction. Now, satisfaction was all she felt as Henry thrusted his cock in and out of her mouth. She tasted him on her tongue. She could hear Henry moaning above her as she slid her tongue and lips up and down his throbbing cock. He rubbed his hands on his chest and abdominals to stimulate more excitement while watching her suck him like a good girl. While she enjoyed blowing him, she couldn’t wait any longer and desperately wanted him inside of her. She gave the tip of his cock one last, long suck before looking up at him. 

“Fuck me, Henry,” she whispered. 

Without a pause, he pushed her back down on the bed and started kissing her passionately. It seemed to her that this kiss was different than the kiss they had at the beginning of their sex session. This time, she felt a connection. It wasn’t the kind of feeling one gets when being kissed for the sake of kissing. His kisses now were more deep and assuring, and made her feel safe with him, even though, all things considered, the two of them were still strangers to each other. It was almost as if this connection they were sharing on the bed had been there the whole time. She was lost in his passionate kiss that she moaned in surprise when she felt his cock being inserted into her pussy, without warning and almost forcibly. It bothered her for a only a moment until she remembered her earlier assumption about him: that he’s a beast. A hungry beast.

He broke their kiss so he could perch his body up enough to allow him to thrust properly. His pace increased as he craved the feeling of an orgasm more and more. The thrusting was accompanied by his deep, low, and vibrating growls, followed by her screams of pleasure. He grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them while he’s fucking her pussy. Her fingers dug into the covers of the bed. The multiple sensations she’s feeling simultaneously overwhelmed her.

“Fuck me just like that,” she was panting. “You feel so good inside of me, Henry. You’re so fucking hard. It hurts so good.”

“Take it,” he growled.

He slowed his pace down to long and hard thrusts. She screamed with every thrust, feeling every inch of him penetrate her tight, wet pussy. His abdominals flexed with every breath he took in, and she marveled at the chiseled, muscular, dominant but shy beast that was tearing her up. One of his hands moved from her breasts up to her neck to choke her, while the other hand moved down to rub her clitoris. Yet another feeling of pleasure that no man she’s slept with before generously gave. Henry sure knew what to do with a woman in his lair. She caressed the arm that was choking her. She thought it would make her feel afraid that he’s choking her. Instead, she found that it only added to her excitement. She could start to feel another orgasm building up inside of her as his other hand rubbed her clitoris while his cock was penetrating her. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she whispered. 

At that point, Henry grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. Elizabeth’s moans have become uncontrollable. Her hands are grasping onto the pillows tightly. The room was filled by Henry’s now stronger growls.

“Oh, Henry!” her body was pulsating as she reached another unbelievable orgasm. Her back arched while Henry continued to fuck her. His hard cock was getting hotter inside of her. He was ready. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” he pulled out and frantically jerked his cock over her belly. She watched eagerly. 

“Oh!” he let out a strong growl as he shot out onto her belly. He continued to growl until he was completely done. 

While still stroking his cock, he looked down at what he had done to her: belly covered with his semen, breasts heaving heavily, a pleased woman catching her breath. She reached down to stroke his cock so he could free his hands to hold her. They locked eyes, and for a few minutes, it their breathing was the only sound in the room. 

“Henry,” she paused. “You…you fucked me.”

He smiled. “I did. Were you surprised?”

She grabbed his head to pull him in for a kiss. “No one had ever made me feel that way before. That was…”

She thought carefully about what she was going to say because she felt it might scare him off, or feel that she was rushing into things.

“Say it, Elizabeth,” he whispered reassuringly.

“That was…special.”

“I think so, too,” he brushed her hair. 

He lowered his body down onto hers and resumed kissing her neck. Her hands danced around the back of his head and neck. They stayed like that until they both fell asleep in each others’ arms. 

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We both walk into one of the rooms in the house, me stumbling, him holding the door open for me- constantly wary I may tumble. He watches me as I lay on the bed. I am as drunk as I have ever been and having freshly watched a horror movie easily susceptible to sudden bursts of fear. I have asked him to come upstairs with me until I have fallen asleep as I am tired but scared, he agreed. I lay down on the bed and pat the pillow next to me, “come here”, He follows my instructions. He is sitting somewhat rigidly- my drunk self doesn’t appreciate this, I grab him by the arm and pull him down to my level. We are lying side by side, I am looking at the ceiling and he is looking at me, studying my side profile and the nape of my neck.

“I’m going to the toilet. I won’t ask you to come with me but be here when I’m back”. Thankfully the girl has an en suite, I walk in and stare at myself in the mirror. I fix my boobs which are propped up in a pretty lace bra that I got on sale in VS- I’m wearing a low cut body suit with some jeans. My figure looks amazing. I get rid of some of the smudged mascara under my eyes. I look around for some makeup- a stray concealer will have to do so I reapply some under my eyes. I also swirl some listerine and then do what I came in here to do- pee. When I come back in he is slightly more relaxed, his hands folded behind his neck and his legs slightly crossed. His shirt has lifted a little and is revealing a tiny slither of skin that makes the butterflies in my stomach go wild.

“All done”.

He turns to his side just as I resume my position next to him. I gesture at the light and he reaches over and switches it off, revealing himself even more. It’s all dark now but there is still a ray of light coming in from outside- perfect for my viewing pleasure without the harshness of a full chandelier.

“For the record I didn’t want to watch the movie but everyone called me a pussy and now I’m here being babied by you”. I’m focusing very hard on not slurring my words but the cocktail of alcohols I took earlier are making their mark. Only one part of me is sober- the one that knows I’ve wanted him for over a year- the one that got me drunk enough to give me the confidence for this moment in the first place.

He chuckles, his laugh is deep and hearty and rumbles through my core.

“I’m not babying you, and anyway… I don’t mind doing it”

“I wasn’t implying you did… anyone would be lucky to be in your position right now” for a second I think I’ve gone too far but he leans slightly closer and says, “they would be”. More butterflies- they’re going wild and so am I.

I slip the blanket over the two of us- the goosebumps on my arm are hard to ignore and I’ve been outside for most of the night so the warmth is welcome.

“Hug me” it’s not a weird request, we’ve hugged before but never before while lying down- never so intimate. He obliges- assuming his usual awkward nature I thought he would just put an arm around my shoulders but he scoots right up to me I turn to my side and he slots into his position as big spoon perfectly. I’m going wild inside and I’m not sure I can contain myself anymore.

I move back to close the gap between us- I expect him to move back but he presses his body up against mine as a response. I lift up my midriff and he slots his arm under me. I slot my cold feet back in between his and finally, We are one. I can feel his warm breath on my neck.

If this goes nowhere further tomorrow and the rest of our days as best friends may get very weird. Even though I am drunk and off my rocker I am willing my brain to remember every moment, everything I felt. He is dead sober and I know he’ll be replaying this moment in his mind for years to come.

“Did you see the way she sat in him? Unnecessary and completely overbearing- I wanted to slap her” talking about the girl whose house, and bed we were in. Neither of us were big fans of her, my previous best friend and his ex, we didn’t harbour great feelings for her but we both managed to stay pretty close to her.

“He looked so uncomfortable bless him, he must have been in excruciating pain sitting under all of that” I feel every word he says it before it even becomes vocalised. As someone who suffered an eating disorder and two major weight losses I wouldn’t normally approve of this humour but this girl ripped his heart out chewed it twice and spat it back out, I hate her in more ways than one. I laugh- I have nothing else to add and I’m scared I’ll say something that will mess up this moment. I’m running my fingers along his forearm and he has cupped my stomach. Mind you I’ve been working diligently on making sure there is nothing to cup- even as I lay on my side I am perfectly flat- I’m constantly hungry and work out too much but nothing feels better than the confidence from this new body. He was worried for me for a bit when I first came back from summer almost half my size but he enjoys my new body almost as much as I do. He himself is a frequent gym goer- especially now in this moment I can feel him muscles tense and un tense- his arms, abdomen and thighs. I press even further against him, I can feel every inch of him against my ass. I’m not sure if he’s just huge or I’ve done enough to excite him so I move even closer. I feel a slight twitch and the pressure against my behind grows- he really truly is enormous. I wonder if I should turn around and make the first move but he answers my question for me by nuzzling his face in the space between my collar bone and jaw- not long after I feel his lips on my skin. There are fireworks going off inside me. I let out a whimper- I’ve never been this intimate with a boy- especially not one I’ve wanted so passionately. He laughs- he loves teasing me- I can already tell he’s going to make me wild before he gives me any form of satisfaction. I’ve made it no secret what domination makes me feel like- I’m sure he’ll show me just how dominating he can be. He moved his hand from my stomach to my breast- between my recent growth and the padded bra I was wearing, there was plenty for him to grab. Another gasp. This time he makes a low groan of his own to match mine. I put my hand on his upper thigh and move it into the gap between our bodies. I slid it down to his length, now pressing eagerly against his length. Almost in a synchronised action to mine he slides his hand down to the zipper of my jeans. I regret wearing a bodysuit around about now but I thank the heavens for the full body wax I’d got just two days before. My body was ready as he undid my jean button and then the zip. He did it slowly to agonise me and my breaths were becoming shorter.

“It…i…theres… it’s a body suit” I manage. He puts his other hand to my lips to silence me and continues to caress my neck with his lips. Then in a single snap he undoes the snap button on my body suit. As he does so he brushes against my eager lips and another whimper escapes me. He laughs again. He slides his hand into my underwear and teases me. I can’t take much more so I turn my body around to face him. I hug his face with my hands and he leans down to reach me. Our first kiss, his first proper kiss. But he is good. He has both hands on my ass and I have one on his face and one on his chest. I can feel his heart beat and unlike his tough demeanour his heart tells a different story. I pushed him onto his back and began to straddle him, I could feel his erection pressing up against me. I move my hands to the bottom of his shirt and slowly begin to pull it up. He took his hands off me to finish removing his shirt. He has an incredible body- carved like a god and a layer of hair covered his chest and abs. He proceeds to remove my body suit which is already loose. He is gentle yet rough all at once. When he takes it off he pauses for a second to admire me, then he runs his hands along my stomach and up to my boobs which he cups.

“Wow. I love your tits”

That sent lightning bolts down my spine. His rough persona in bed contrasted his gentle self so perfectly I could cry. I was aching with need for him. He reached behind me and undid my bra. I was nervous for this- I hated my nipples I thought them much too big for my boobs but they were rock hard now and he didn’t seem to mind as I let the straps fall then slowly pulled the bra from me and let my boobs go free. He cupped them yet again and ran his thumbs around my nipples in circles.

I was whimpering again so I leaned down to kiss him. I moved down from his lips to his chin and then to his neck. I made a trail of kisses all the way to the top of his jeans. I looked up at him to make sure he was comfortable with what I was about to do. His face was already contorted with pleasure and I took that as my cue to undo his jeans and pull them down. He quickly removed them with me still on him and lay back down. I ran my hands along his underwear. He let out a choked noise- I liked teasing almost as much as he did, if not more. I kissed around the band of his underwear and proceeded to pull it down. All nine rock hard inches of him bounced out of his Calvin Kleins. I had never done this before but I’d watched more than enough porn to know exactly what I wanted. In a last ditch attempt to tease him I kissed from the base to the tip. I then focused on his tip for a few seconds before attempting to fit him in my mouth. I was more successful than I had hoped and the sounds coming from him confirmed that. He put his hands in my hair and began to press me down onto him- I loved this. After a while I could feel him succumbing so I worked even harder- using my hands and tongue to give him the best experience I could. After a few minutes I felt him release into the back of my throat. I looked up at him triumphantly. He looked ecstatic. An animal energy radiated from him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up onto him again. He proceeded to kiss me aggressively, even possessively until he flipped me around. He pinned my arm above my head. This was what really got me going and he knew this. I let a low moan escape me. He kissed down from my neck to my breast where he spent a considerable amount of time before moving down to the top of my jeans. He looked up at me and I nodded- or as close to a nod as I could muster. He undid my jeans and threw them across the room where they landed on the vanity with a noise. I was wearing see through lace underwear. It made me look and feel great. He used his teeth to partially remove them before proceeding to half rip them off of me. He uses his fingers to pin my legs to either side of me. He used his tongue to open me up. It took him eleven minutes to bring me to ultimate ecstasy. I was so loud I was sure someone would walk in, at one point he moved one hand from my thigh and clamped my mouth shut. When I finally came he was so proud of himself that he fell into a fit of laughter. By that time he was hard all over again but I didn’t make a move to re-engage as I didn’t want to have sex yet and I was sure my body would betray me if I did. I went to the toilet- wiped off my makeup and brushed my teeth with some toothpaste on my finger. I tied my hair up in a pony tail above my head and walked back in- stark naked. I decided against looking for my clothing so I picked my panties off the floor and put them on again- he was watching as he stroked himself so I put on a show. I ran my hands over my boobs and the rest of my body. I turned around to reveal my behind- arguably my best feature- and his favourite. I’d put on enough of a show that by the time I’d found his shirt to cover myself he had come again and was ready to sleep. I passed him his boxers so we wouldn’t be entirely indecent when someone eventually walked in and lay beside him. He reached over me to grab the blanket and put it over us. I fell asleep after kissing him passionately as a goodnight. Curled up against his chest, my legs in between his legs and one of them over the top of me.

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 I’ll straddle your cock and hop on top of you first. Then tease you with tongue and then with my pussy lips. Grind my pussy on your cock til it’s all wet with my juices. Making you want more. Finally I’ll shove your cock deep inside my pussy. You’ll feel my wetness and I’ll feel your hard cock inside of me. I’ll bounce up and down on your cock. Then grind on you with my pussy. It’ll feel so good and I’ll be ready to finish. Just as I cum I feel you finish inside of me. Our juices mix as we explode and grind on each other to enjoy it a bit more. Reblog if you would let me do this to you...

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The Convention

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We met at a business convention. We had chatted before,  but it was our first time meeting in person. He had told me what he looked like, tall, light blue eyes, facial hair. But I didn’t really care what he looked like, all I knew is that I wanted him inside of me. We met at the bar in the hotel and as soon as our eyes locked we both knew there was no turning back.

We talked over wine, chatted about the event, and laughed about little things. Every once in a while I’d lean into him, whisper how handsome he was and touch his hand. I’d bite my lip for him and he’d hum letting me know exactly what that did to him. At one point he leaned in, our lips only a breath away as he told me exactly how he’d fantasized about me.

Grabbing my hand he led me back up to the rooms. As we went up in the elevator, his hands wrapped around my waist, tugging me against his tall frame. I could feel his hard length pressed against the small of my back. His hands glided down to the seam of my dress, dragging up my soft thighs and making me whimper.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight, baby girl. Do you understand what that means?”

I whimpered and leaned back against his broad chest. “That I’m yours,” I whispered and he groaned as he bent down and kissed me. His tongue tangling with mine in a slow, languid dance that had my pussy on fire.

“Fuck, I want you,” he stated hoarsely against my lips.

I moaned as his fingertips dragged along my mound. Barely touching me, yet lighting me up in every way possible. I clung to his arm as the elevator doors opened. As soon as we reached his room he lifted me up and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss as he pressed me up against the door slamming it shut with our bodies.

I mewled as his hard cock pressed up against my pussy, grinding into me and making my cunt drip with need.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered against his lips.

He carried me over to the bed. I knelt up, running my hands along his broad chest, ripping his shirt off as I hurried to feel him. Moaning as I slid my hands through the coarse hair coating his pecs. Roughly, he yanked down my dress and his hands hurriedly grazed my skin, leaving a sizzling path at his touch. He leaned in sucking one of my hard nipples into his hot mouth. His tongue twirling and lapping at the areola and his teeth sunk in I arched my back, feeding him as he suckled my plump flesh.

“Oh god!” I yelled as he grabbed my ass, spanking my globes with his big strong hands while he devoured my body. Arousing me in so many different ways.

He stepped away from me, undressing quickly. I unhooked my bra and laid back, sliding my dress off my hips. I watched him as I spread my legs, toying with my panty clad mound as he watched me. My thighs parted, my fingers playing with the seam of my lacey white panties, my black heels digging into the mattress.

He slid onto the bed and gripped my hips tugging me down against him. His cock swayed, swollen and hard inbetween my thighs as he gripped my panties. He smiled at me wickedly and the sound of the soft material tearing had my pussy gushing for him.

“You want my cock pretty girl?”

“Mmmhmm, yes. God, yes.”

“Mmmmm,” he rubbed at my bare cunt, his thick fingers sliding through my folds sending delicious tremors through my body. I arched back, spreading myself wider, giving myself to his touch. He pulled my swollen lips back, exposing my hard little nub and he sloly played with my clit. Flicking it with the tip of his finger. Suddenly,his hand came down on me in a strong smack. I cried out, lifting off the mattress as his hand came down on me again, leaving a hot sting that felt so good it ran up my spine.

“Oh god!” I screamed as he growled.

“Beg for it!” He spanked me again, his wide palm encompassing my wet cunny.

“Fuck me!” I screamed as his hand came down on me again. My pussy lips swollen and red, my clit throbbing for him.

“Again!” He spanked me and I moaned as I heard the sound my juiced up pussy. I gripped the sheets as my legs started to shake.

“Fuck me, Daddy. God, please. I need you inside of me. Please,” I whimpered as he stroked me. My pussy aching for his cock.

He grunted as he perched his cock at my entrance and I moaned as his tip glided into me, teasing me as it went through that sensitive rim. In and out, doing delicious things to my body.

I squirmed and writhed as he tortured me with just the tip of his cockhead. In and out , rubbing against that sweet spot that had me crying out for him.

“Deeper! Fuck me, please! I need you!”

“Who do you belong to?” His voice was husky, demanding, and it sent a thrill through me.

I looked up, our eyes locking as he continued to toy with me. “You,” I whispered. “I belong to you, Daddy!”

He growled as I called him Daddy and he rammed his cock up to the hilt, grinding into me as I came on his dick. My cunny exploding around him as the orgasm flowed through me. My body shuddered in ecstasy as he started to fuck me. Our eyes meeting as my lips parted in a silent scream while he took me for his.

His cock was hard and hot as it slid in and out of my slit. I lifted my hips, and he slid in deeper, our bodies slapping wetly against each other as my pussy slurped on his cock.

“Fuuuck,” I whimpered as his thrusts got harder and faster. My pussy throbbed around his swelling cock.

“This pussy’s mine!” He growled as he rammed his cock in deep and hard. Grinding his pelvis against my hips as my pussy swallowed his dick. Hungry to keep him inside of me.

He leaned over me, his face inches from mine. I stroked the coarse hair on his chin as I rotated my hips along his thick rod.

“You like Daddy’s cock, don’t you baby girl? That’s a good girl. Use my cock. It’s fucking yours.

I thrusted up, consuming his cock, fucking myself as he remained still, letting me use him. “Cum inside me,” I whispered.

I felt his muscles strain under my fingertips and I gasped as his cock pulled out and slammed back in, penetrating me fully. I screamed out as I felt my orgasm creep up my legs as he thrust faster into me.

“Fuck, baby girl! Fuck!” He roared as ropes of his cum sprayed my inner walls.

The heat of his creaminess filled me up and I cried out as my pussy exploded on his cock. Milking him as he grinded and rocked into me.

I clung to him as we both shook. His body tense above me, his cock throbbing as his balls pumped his hot load into me. My legs were hooked onto his forearms, shaking as my body tremored from its release.

He nipped at my throat and slowly let my legs down, his arms cradling me. He stayed hovering above me, his cock buried in me, his body consuming me. He looked at me and brushed my cheek.

“You belong to me.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”

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A Night Out (Part 1)

I am wearing a mid-thigh black pleated skirt and a white blouse when I walk into the crowded bar.

I find an open seat in a corner and begin to scan the crowd. The bartender greets me and I order a scotch, neat; I take a warm sip as my eyes continue searching. 

I’ve spotted you now, and from the smirk on your lips it’s clear you’ve already spotted me. You bring your glass to your mouth and take a slow sip, tilting it slightly in my direction as you move to set it back down. I shift in my seat, anxious for the night to begin.

I pull a small mirror and a deep red lipstick from my handbag and carefully apply the crimson shade to my lips. I know you are watching from your seat across the way. I feel a dampness beginning to wet the thin fabric of my panties as I take my time finishing up and pat my newly painted lips with a napkin. I look up and shoot a smile in your direction. Your eyes look dark and I give my thighs a tight squeeze. I know we are both distracted by the knowledge that in just a few hours this very lipstick will match the ring at the base of your swollen cock.

I put the lipstick and mirror back into my bag and take a gulp of my drink. My cellphone vibrates next to me on the table, and I glance at the screen. It’s a message from you, two words:

“Bend over”

A slight flick of my hand and my keys have fallen to the floor. I stand up to retrieve them just as the bartender returns to ask me if I’d like another drink.”Hmm..” I ponder as I bend to pick up my fallen keys. I catch his eyes following the length of my legs upwards and I fumble with the keys to ensure he gets a good look at my ass beneath my skirt. “I’ll grab another scotch” I respond with a flirty smile as I straighten myself back upright. “Of course,” he grins and rushes back to the bar.

My phone vibrates again, you aren’t pleased with my little display. I catch your eye and hold your gaze, my hand running down my hips to rest on my lap… I spread my legs just slightly, my finger tracing circles on my thigh. You take another sip of your drink while you watch me. I glance at the bar - the bartender is still busy with other patrons. I spread my legs a little further, revealing smooth skin and a black silk thong. The thong is riding up in the front a little bit. I watch you carefully as I slowly move the hand in my lap lower to slip one finger beneath the fabric of my panties. I tease myself there gently, eyes still on you sitting across the room. You take another sip of your drink, and I slip my wet finger into my mouth… I draw my hand back to the table as the bartender approaches with my drink. We chat for a little while as he asks me about my plans for the evening. I ask about him, he wants to be a pilot.

He offers his number - I take it. The exchange lasted about 7 minutes.I look over at you and can see you’ve gotten another drink as well. You are grinning, and a flutter deep in my stomach moves down passed my waist as I wonder what you’re thinking. The bar isn’t as full now.

My phone buzzes again.

“Come here.”

I walk to the bar and settle my tab before heading to your booth. You watch the bartender eyeing me as I make my way over to you and take a seat. Your hand goes to the small of my back as you pull me closer to you and suddenly your mouth is on my ear. The warmth of your breath on my neck sends an electric current through my whole body.

“D’you enjoy flirting with the bartender?” Your finger is running down my arm now.

“Mmm” I mumble, distracted by the attention my ear is getting.

Your voice grows deeper. “Do you find it humorous to have me watch you with him?” You tilts my face to look at you, eyes dancing but dark.

I clear my throat, “I was just teasing you.” I reply with a cheeky smile.

“Teasing…”you repeat, kissing the smile on my mouth. Your tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping inside to tease my own. I lean into you and the kiss deepens, my hands begin to wander until you abruptly pull away.

“I’ve brought you something”, you slide a small rectangular box across the table. I open it to find a silver looking kind of egg. It is heavy in my hands and I am looking it over when suddenly it vibrates. Eyes wide I look up at you, excited.

You order me to the ladies’ room to try it on.

I get to the washroom and remove the egg from the box. Sliding it up inside of me I take a minute to savor the feeling of its weight. Already without the vibrations turned on I can feel the power of this toy. I wonder what you expect me to accomplish with this in, and feel myself growing wetter by the second as I imagine what you will do with this new toy. I wash my hands and look in the mirror before heading back out to you. My face is flushed with excitement and an already building pleasure.

As I am walking back to our table, you catch my eye and I am forced to breathe in a sharp breath of air as a pulsing sensation fills me. Regaining my composure I try to remain steady as I close the small distance between us. By the time I arrive at the table, you’ve shut it off.

“How’s it feel baby?” You growl in my ear.

“Mmm I like it.” I coo.

You show me a small metallic remote, on its face are 12 functions.

“What you just felt was level two.” you tell me, flicking the second level function back on. My hips arch slightly forward at this and I gasp quietly.

“I want you to go talk to your bartender again.” you say.

“Excuse me?” I say, taken aback.

“You said you liked teasing me. Now we have evened the playing field.” You respond, flashing a white toothy smile. “Go flirt with your bartender, I’ll be here watching.” You turn off the remote and beckon me towards the bar. 

A bit disoriented I comply and walk briskly over to the bar. Almost immediately, the bartender returns to greet me. He’s smiling. “Hello again!”

“Hello,” I take a deep breath. “I thought I’d come back over now that it’s slowed down. I’d love to hear more about your dreams to be a pilot..”

“Oh yeah! It’s pretty cool flying a plane…” He begins to tell me about his first experience flying a plane and was just moving on to the impact of weather when a sudden wave of pleasure takes over me. I let out a sigh.

“Oh I’m sorry, I get so caught up in what I’m saying that I forget that sometimes it’s boring to those not studying it.” the bartender replies.

“No no,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “you weren’t boring me at all!” I flash him a winning smile, while the thrumming continues inside of me. “But maybe I could grab a drink before we continue? I’d love a glass of wine.” The vibrations pick up and I nearly whimper. My nipples are standing erect and are at this point visible through the light padding of my bra.

“Of course” he says excitedly and turns to fetch the wine.

I glance back at you sitting in your booth and the the sensations strengthen a bit. You give me a quick wave and point back at the bar. I direct my attention forward once more as the bartender returns with a large glass of red wine. “This one’s on me,” he lets out, eyes trailing down to my chest. “Maybe you’re free to grab a coffee sometime?” 

“That could probably be arranged.” I smile. “I have your number.” He excuses himself and goes to help other guests. I am aware that by now my panties have soaked right through and decide to make a detour to the washroom on  my way back to the table. Once inside, I slip them off and throw them in the trash. 

You are laughing when I return to the table.

“Only got you up to a level five there and you looked ready to crumble.” Your left hand quickly slides under my bottom and pulls me up so I am sitting on your lap, while your other hand slips under my dress. You let out a sharp breath. “Someone’s lost their panties.” you grin.

You trace your finger tip over my slit, adding a little more pressure each time. Your thumb pushes firmly against my clit and you reach out and grab the remote, pushing the function six button. You pull me against you to kiss me as I let out a soft moan. I can feel how hard you are against my ass, and I want to touch you but you hold down my hands and whisper, “not yet”.

I can only hope that our booth is dark enough and the crowd has dispersed enough that we are not drawing attention to ourselves. But then I think of the bartender and blush. I turn my head to look back and another wave hits me: function seven.

“You want to know if he’s watching.”, you say in a low voice. I shudder as your thumb’s pressure increases and I near the edge. “If you must know, he is, although he is pretending to hide it.”

Hearing this really gets me going. I moan again, a little louder this time, and you grab me by the neck and push me harder against your now throbbing cock. I am wet enough now that small trails are dripping down the insides of my legs. Your fingers moving expertly around my most sensitive area and the pulse of the toy inside me is almost too much and I’m rocking now. You turn the egg off and remove your fingers from my hot cunt. “Not yet” you say again. You trail your fingers across my collarbones and neck for what seems like an eternity.

I look up and the bar has cleared out pretty well. The bartender has left the room and other than the two of us there is a lonely patron at the bar and another couple sitting closer by the door.

I stand and turn around to face you, my eyes wild. Licking my lips, my eyes trail down to the well defined lump in your pants. You unzip your pants and I sit straddling atop you as you slip your fantastic cock out from your jeans. I take a moment to remove the egg, and slip it into my purse. It takes me a while to accommodate your size as I lower myself onto you, eager and wet.

Slowly you fill me completely and then some. I’ve never felt this full in my life. I lift my ass a little and rock my hips forward and then to the side, feeling you hot inside of me. I repeat this motion, hands through your hair I pull you further into me. Your hands trail down my back and on to my ass where you give me a light slap. I rock forward faster now, hardly discrete anymore. The lone patron at the bar gets up and leaves but the couple stay behind - Let them watch.

To be continued…