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Morning Kiss – Part Three

Continued from Part Two and Part One

There was little preamble before he firmly placed my hands against my bedroom wall.  I held still, my head inclined gently to the side, watching him as he looked me over.  I smiled, knowing he was trying to decide where to touch first. I arched my back  and gave my ass a slow back and forth swivel.  His hands took the bait and reached for my hips. My breath came out in a hiss when his smooth fingers made contact.

He was not rough with me.  I failed the test and my hand slid away from the wall, reaching behind me to feel the bulge in his jeans.  He said nothing, just firmly, decisively put my hand back in place.

He touched wherever his fingers roamed from the swell of my breast to the curve of my hips.  He filled his palms with my breasts, breathing into my ear how much he loved the weight of them in his hands.  My reply was a throaty laugh as my ass drew circles against his crotch. I could feel my hunger growing.

He satisfied his need to touch, hands spreading my now-bare ass cheeks tracing the line to my slick entry.

It was time.

He drew me to the bed, lay me down and straddled me, reaching for the massage oil he had requested I set out by the bed.  He started smoothing the muscles of my back in long strokes.  I sighed as I felt my body relax, strung between the delicious tension of sexual arousal and relaxation.  His fingers traced the edge of ass cheek down to my pussy and I gasped when he flicked across my clit.

Instantly the beast was awake.  I spread my thighs, raised my hips up hungrily to his touch.  He slid his fingers back and forth before stroking over my clit again; using the moisture seeping out of me spreading it like honey from clit to ass.  I breathed a sigh that turned to a moan as his fingers traced my ass.  “Inside me,” I groaned, raising my hips up and pushing my knees farther apart.  “I need you inside me.”

He complied and thrust two long fingers into my hot tunnel.  We both groaned then.  I reached for his cock, my fingers nearly frantic.  He lay down beside me and offered me his cock.  I waited a beat, my eyes never leaving his as I licked the salty moisture from his tip and engulfed him in one, smooth motion.  His head fell back and his hands gripped my head.  I could feel his hips lifting off the bed, thrusting hungrily up into my throat as his hands pressed down. I understood the message. He wanted it deep and I gave it.

I felt his thick cum hit the back of my throat and tried to swallow but he wasn’t done.  He thrust his head ever deeper into the back of my throat, gagging me and pouring another surge of semen down my throat.  I almost laughed at the quiet brutality of his orgasm.  I could feel him shuddering in my mouth.

He sighed contentedly, stroking my hair for a moment before pushing me back down on my tummy, reaching again for my still-soaking and ever hungry pussy.  His fingers entered me swiftly, finding my spot with minimal effort and I felt the waves of pleasure flow over me as he began to slide his fingers in and out.  His thumb swirled across my clit and my hips arched up.  He took advantage of the view and told me how hot it was seeing my ass clenching with pleasure as his fingers disappeared into the wetness below.  My body was craving him and I came swiftly.  Too swiftly for his taste.

He turned me over, cupping my sex and rubbing it with his palm, lips lapping at my nipples before the nipping of his teeth began.  He pulled his hand away from me and brought it down in a sharp motion. I gasped as his palm slapped against my pussy.  “Spread yourself.”  His low voice intoned. I reached down with my hands, opening my full lips and exposing my tender clit to his touch.

Slap.  Jump.  Slap.  Twitch.  Slap. Moan.  Slap.

The sounds of my wetness grew and I could see my juice glistening against his palm.  My breath was coming short and hard, my back arched up hips meeting his palm with each slap.

“Fuck me, please!” I could stand it no longer.  Blindly I grabbed his hand after a final, surprisingly hard slap, and thrust his fingers into me. I refused to relinquish my grip on his hand and I held him tight, shoving his fingers into my pussy and fucking myself with his hand.

He laughed out loud at my hunger, the sounds of his deep laugh lost in the din as my orgasm crested like a killer wave, flooding us both, soaking the duvet in saline.  My pussy gripped him tight and I thrust a few more times, making sure every ounce of sensation was drawn from the orgasm before bringing his hand to my mouth. I sucked at his fingers, happy, breathless and utterly thrilled.

Next time, he tells me he will bury his cock inside me.

I can hardly wait.

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That Look

His hands trail down the soft curve of her shoulder, his body sated, but still responding with a tremble to the softness of her skin.  He closes his eyes, relaxing into the softness of the pillow.  He smiles as she exhales softly and snuggles deeper into his shoulder.  The silky texture of her hair teases his arm as she turns her head, burrowing her cheek against his chest, lips brushing his nipple.  She tastes him gently at first.  Mouth and tongue lazily grazing his skin.  Her caresses become purposeful; her hand sliding down the soft fur on his belly.  Her smooth palm travels the length of his thigh, running back up his leg and cupping his balls, surrounding them in a soft, warm caress on the return trip.

He purrs in response to her touch, amazed at the effortless way she elicits a reaction from him.  His cock is fighting the lassitude of his last orgasm, sleepily rising to seek her damp offerings again.  A throaty chuckle and his eyes snap open.  He glances down at her and sees that familiar twinkle  – the gleam of mischief in her dark, sultry gaze.  He knows she is contemplating whether or not to leave him to his rest.  He can also see her body is making the decision for her.  She turns her hips, rising up and straddling his leg.  As she lowers her mouth to his thigh, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before her tongue begins tracing dirty words on his balls, he can feel the exquisite heat coming off her sex.  Like a living, breathing animal, her pussy is calling to him and his body is answering in spite of his exhaustion.

Unconsciously his fingers tangle in her hair.  He sweeps back the dark locks so he can watch her mouth’s long, slow descent down his cock. The feel of his head against the back of her mouth causes the blood to flow in earnest.  As she traces her tongue in circles over the head of his cock, lapping up the taste of herself still left behind from their last coupling, his body arrives at full attention.  In a heartbeat, his hunger rises like a tiger and his hips thrust forward, sending his swollen cock deep into her throat.  She takes him all, one hand running down his belly, the other cupping his balls again.  She stabilizes him with one hand and holds herself still to receive his thrusts.  She barely moves as he pumps himself into her mouth, but he can feel the suction of her lips and tongue as he thrusts.

She begins her counterstrike; her movements the perfect foil to his thrusts.  She doesn’t move far, maybe an inch or two, but they are the difference between feeling his cock in her mouth, and feeling the head of his cock caressing the silky slickness of her throat.  He groans, hands wrapping around her hair and his palms apply pressure to her cheeks.  This gesture has no practical purpose.  He just can’t help himself – her mouth feels that fucking good.

She rises up, wiping the spit from her chin with a sexy grin as she straddles his hips.  He is one step ahead of her, guiding his cock to her wet slit like an eager hound waiting at the gate for its master.  She waits, just beyond his reach, eyes alight with passion.  She asks him in a husky voice, “Do you want my pussy?” He groans, one hand wrapping around her hip as he tries in vain to pull her down on top of him.  She laughs, throwing her hair back off her face as she lowers herself just enough to coat his head in her juices.  “Answer me, lover.”  She says pivoting her hips forward and back, dragging her pussy across his head.

“Fuck yes,”  he says in a breathless voice.  “I need you now.”  He strains upward again and is rewarded by one inch of entrance into her velvet gate. She takes his hands and brings them to her breasts and he squeezes hard, knowing she likes a firm hand on her breasts.  She gasps as his hands squeeze tight and she impales herself on his hard, red cock.  He fucks up into her violently, his hips pounding a furious rhythm from beneath and she counters once again with her own stroke.  He rises up, wrapping his arms around her and throwing her down on the bed.  He grabs her leg, opening her wide to him and buries himself inside her again.  He can feel the impact of their bodies, the sound of their skin making contact eggs him on as he fucks her with a furious intensity.  He can see she has lost herself in the moment.  Her eyes are closed, lips parted as she gasps in pleasure at his sensual assault.  She tenses her body and screams, pouring her liquid sacrament over his cock.  He shudders at the way her pussy twitches and clenches him, knowing it won’t be long before he has made an offering of his own.  A few hard thrusts later and he pulls out – just in time to spray his pleasure across her tits, coating her – marking his ownership.

She laughs breathlessly, her hands caressing his essence, rubbing it into her skin like a precious lotion.  He flops back on the pillow, sweat dewing both their bodies as she resumes her place nestled against his shoulder.

God damn.  He loved it when she got that look in her eyes.

 

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Sexy Mood

I went to bed last night and before my foot even crossed the doorway to my bedroom, the first sexy thought hit me.  Really it was more of an urge.  An urge to touch.  An urge that, lately, has been uncomfortably absent from my life.

I knew within an instant I would fulfill it.  Fresh batteries were obtained, the kind that make Bessie (yes, that’s her name) really vibrate hard.  The kind I like to place upon a pillow and mount myself on.

Oh yes, I mounted.

I grabbed a towel, threw it around the rolled up pillow and skillfully whipped my breasts out from my t-shirt while still leaving the shirt on.  I just hugged the pillow with my thighs at first, fingers rolling across my nipples as I conjured up the image of male flesh beneath me.  I didn’t bother with a face, my mental image was focused further south.   Focused on the texture of the towel against my thighs, the lips of my pussy, my clit.

My fingers continued to play with my nipples, I began to work my hips back and forth as the strokes turned to pinches, then abrupt slaps across my nipple.  My hunger grew exponentially.

Bessie was turned on with a flick, skipping directly to the second speed.  I saved the third, because I knew when I would really need it and I didn’t want to ruin the orgasm I could already feel swelling up like the sea inside me.  I reached down, pulling my full lips apart to nestle Bessie in with a whoosh of breath against my clit.  I slid my fingers into my mouth, tasting myself and coating my fingers with saliva.  I rubbed my clit, causing the moisture to spread, desire to build, I pressed myself down hard into Bessie and gave a few short thrusts.  You like that? I asked the faceless man in my head.  How does that pussy feel baby? Does it feel good to have your cock inside me?”

I got progressively more filthy as my excitement grew, I leaned down over Bessie, really grinding myself into her.  Finally I yielded to the moist cries of my body and eased myself down slowly over Bessie. I impaled myself on her pink hardness, moaning as each delicious inch slid into me.

Now the thrusts of my hips served to drive Bessie deeper into me. I pushed her out with each rise so I could feel the thrill of being filled with my imaginary lover’s cock; his face watching my pleasure, mouth against my breast.  I don’t know any details about his face and it didn’t really matter.  He was a rock-hard, faceless fuck toy anyway.  My fuck toy.

My thrusts went from long and smooth to hard and quick, abrupt, grasping fistfuls of blanket and at one point pressing my fists down into the mattress on either side of the pillow; effectively thrusting it up into my hungry body. I slid a finger behind me and teased my ass as I thrust.  I felt the animal unleash and I came with a shudder than ran from head to toe.  My body rigid, stock still as the sensations totally overwhelmed me.  I gasped, I cried out, and was grateful for my towel.  I like that sheet set.

I lay back with a laugh, enjoying the tingles.  I switched Bessie off, delightfully recoiling from the orgasm, already knowing I would soon go another round…

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Time to Confess

Only the darkness can keep you warm on an evil night like this…

Alone in my room.  A pink bow and a pint for my companions.  Swirling around me a thousand thoughts.

Searching my heart for its true desire.  Tearing apart the haystack to find that priapic, lone needle.

 

Are you looking for someone to give your little arm a twist?

Looking for someone who will give my soul a twist.  Bend my body, kink my mind.

Looking for the one who will claim me, unequivocally as his.

 

Everybody needs some danger sometimes. I’m no different.

I am prowling the dark alleys in my shortest skirt.  Needing danger to come and sink his knife deep.

I am living dead thirsting for the juices of life, waiting to suck cum from you like your cock is a straw.

 

Just think of me as your equal.

I am the feast on your plate.  I am the gift.  I am the goddamned answer to the question.

Feed on me.  Unwrap and accept me.  Acknowledge my reality.

 

You better pray for a miracle. Or you better pray this never ends.

I stretch my body like a snake across  a desert road.

Eyes intent on the distant horizon, will you step over or crush me?

 

No more crying.  I think it’s time to confess. 

I will flirt with this one.I will send photos to that one.  I will fuck the other one.

I’ll suck his cock with such divine perfection he’ll paint my throat and see the face of God on the bedroom ceiling.

Then I’ll leave him dewed with sweat and reverence on his bed.

Find his sister, his ex girlfriend, the coworker he desires.  And fuck them too.

And while my pussy clenches, while it drips and gushes for the hands, mouths, cocks and toys of the others.

My heart will be true to you.

 

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Sexting

I couldn’t help myself.  Once we started down that path, there was no way I could stop.  I looked around the office, eyeing the clock and glancing back at my cell phone.  Your text messages were staring back at me, tiny little characters of sin that my body could not help responding to.  I checked the schedule, at least 30 minutes before the next client was due for his appointment.  I fought with myself for a moment, trying to decide if I had the courage to follow through with the command you had sent me just moments before.

“Go to an empty office and close the door.  Remove your panties and tuck them into your purse.   Run your fingers all around that beautiful pussy until you cum.  Once you have made yourself cum, do it again.  Return to your desk and text me a picture.  Leave your panties in your purse for the remainder of the day.”

Oh shit.  What had I gotten myself into? Even as I stressed, I knew I was going to do it.  I couldn’t have said no to you even if I wanted to.  And I did not want to.  I scooted back my chair and left my cubicle, trying to look casual with my purse slung over my shoulder and a file in my hand.  I went into the senior attorney’s office.  He was out to lunch with a client and I knew from past history that particular client’s lunches took place at the bar and ran long.  I shut the door, my stomach fluttering and my crotch already wet with anticipation.  I sat behind the desk and whipped out my phone.  I rolled my red lace panties down to my ankles and snapped a picture and sent it.  I stuffed my panties in my purse and hiked up my pencil skirt.  The skirt was tight around my hips as I threw a leg over the arm of the desk chair.  I swiveled the chair away from the door as my eager fingers began stroking.  I used my finger to spread my wetness around my slit, sliding over my slippery clit and making myself gasp.  I was amazed at how wet I was.  We had been texting back and forth for a while this morning and my pussy was more than ready for some action.  I teased my clit some more as I greedily stuffed the two middle fingers of my other hand into my pussy.  I tried to go slow, in and out in slow strokes like you told me to.  But it wasn’t long before I was thrusting hard, my palm making slapping noises against my wet clit.  I could feel my arousal running down my ass and I arched up hard, cumming into my own palm as I panted and gasped your name.

Remembering my instructions, I kept stroking and thrusting, adding a finger in my ass for added measure.  The second orgasm was even stronger, my body clenching down on my fingers, cum running out of me and leaving a wet spot on my skirt that I hoped my jacket would cover.

I sat there for a moment, shaking with the aftermath of an incredibly strong orgasm, before reaching for my phone again.  I hastily snapped a picture, taking just enough time to make sure it was in focus.  I know how much you hate blurry photos of my pussy.  I stood up on shaky legs, pulled my skirt back down and reached for a kleenex to wipe the moisture off my hand and phone.  After a detour to the ladies’ room, I went back to my desk and took my phone out again.  The photo was a good one.  My pussy spread wide, white cream running in ribbons from my slit down past my ass.  You were going to love this.  I felt a wicked smile spread across my lips as I hit send.

 Originally published on February 16, 2013 – Copyright 2013 CJ Riordan

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His Revenge

Continued from “Tremble

As soon as she releases the tethers from my wrists, I grab her. I pull her close to me, kissing her hard, letting her feel my hunger. I don’t waste any time, sliding my hand down her belly and slipping a finger between her lips. She’s wet, really wet. God damn, I love how wet her pussy gets. Makes me drool to see and feel the slick arousal between her thighs. Fucking gorgeous.

She moans. She can’t help it. She is a noisy one, my beautiful slut. I smile and said, “You like my fingers sliding into your wet pussy, my little whore?” She smiles back and gets wetter, she always does when I talk to her like that. I probe her with just the tip of my two middle fingers, sliding in just far enough to feel her clamp down on me before pulling back and flicking her clit again. I take a handful of her hair, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show my authority, and my mouth bruises her lips. I kiss my way down her throat as I flick and stroke her clit. I smile at the way her body jerks with each flick. I let the stubble on my face rasp her soft skin on my way down. At the base of her neck, I pause for a second. She groans low in her throat as I count in my mind, one, two, three! On three I bite her neck, sinking my teeth into her skin as I simultaneously slide my two fingers deep into her cunt. She cries out in painful pleasure as bite turns to kiss. The bite will leave a slight mark, but one that will fade overnight. I like to save my more lasting marks for her sweet ass.

The sound she makes is like a siren call to my cock. I tug her hair, pulling her head back and dragging my teeth across her throat. I finger fuck her with purpose, occasionally pulling out and snapping my fingers against her clit. I can tell by the way she moves her body, by the sounds she is making, she loves it.

She grinds her hips against my fingers. She moans her approval. Her hands frantically grab at my shoulder and ass. She wants my cock bad. I can see it in the hungry, wild look in her dark eyes. It matches the animal lust in my own.
I bring her to the edge, finger her with authority until she is shaking and telling me she’s going to cum. Then I stop. Pull out my fingers and stuff them into her open mouth. “Lick them off.” I tell her. I enjoy the whimpering noise she makes, knowing I just left her hanging on the edge of a killer orgasm. Little does she know, she hasn’t even begun to whimper yet.

I wrap my large hand around her neck, my cock twitching at the sight of her lips wrapped around my fingers. I pull them out of her mouth and shove her down hard on the bed. She goes face down into the mattress with a grunt of surprise; her tight ass up high in the air. I grab her hips and jerk her back against me, letting her feel my hard cock but not have it. “You don’t tie me up, little slut.” I growl, slapping her hard on the right side of her ass. She cries out, the sound muffled by the bed. “I’m the one who does that.” I smack the other cheek of her ass. Her head comes up a bit and I shove it back down. “Don’t move.” I tell her, knowing she will not defy me. She knows I mean business. I may have enjoyed what she did, but I take issue with the fact she tied me up. Big time.

I jump off the bed in one lithe movement, untying the rope from the bed frame. I return to my position behind her again, noting with grim satisfaction that she had not moved an inch. “This is what happens to cheeky whores who push their man too far.” I tell her as I tie her wrists together behind her back. She turns her face to from side to side, trying to find an opening between the bedding and her hair. She is wriggling her ass in anticipation, her beautiful pussy oozing wetness.
Without any preamble, I bury my face in her slit. My tongue drives between the wet folds to taste her excitement and then journeys to her throbbing clit. She makes little animal noises and pushes her pussy against my face hard. I smack her ass, hard enough to pull her up short. She cries out in real pain and does not push back against me again. I turn over, lying on my back and putting my head between her thighs. I use one hand to pull her down onto my face, my tongue again finding the wet nub of her clit. With my other hand, I rub the raw skin of her ass then stuff my fingers back into her pussy. I love the feel of her pussy on my face. The way her wetness runs down my face, the taste of her, the sound she makes. Oh damn. My cock is rock hard.

She is so worked up it doesn’t take long before she’s shouting obscene words and about to cum again. I put my hand firmly against her ass and push hard, lifting her off my face and driving her face down on the bed again. I slide out from underneath her, covered in her juice and grinning like a fool. She’s practically in tears she needs it so bad. I lift her face and kiss her, smearing her with her own juice. “You want me inside you?” I whisper, my lips against her ear. “Fuck YES!” She screams. “I need it now, fuck me NOW!!” I laugh. I love it when she says that.

I can’t wait to be buried balls deep inside her. I position myself behind her again, my cock at her wet, quivering entry. I tease her with my head, stroking her from clit to ass, spreading her moisture because I’m going to bury a finger in her ass while I fuck her. She is whimpering again, almost crying, and whispering “Pleeaaassseee!”

“Anything for you babe.” I tell her and bury my cock in one swift stroke. She cries out like an animal and I shove a finger in her ass as I start pumping her. I don’t take it slow, not this time. She needs it now. Hard. Fast. Wet. Dirty. I deliver, slamming my cock home, our bodies slapping together with each thrust. I can feel her ass twitching around my finger, contracting just like her pussy is. She is so wet, so fucking hot. I am lost. Just totally lost. My hips work her like the pistons in a Hemi. I grab her bound wrists, pulling her arms up a bit to raise her up, using the leverage to jerk her back into my cock. I pound her until she swears to Gods I’ve never even heard of and cums like a freight train, spraying hot liquid across me. I keep pumping, knowing any second now I’m going to fire my load into her belly. I pound her a few more times and fireworks go off behind my eyes, in my balls. I pump her full of my hot cum and lower her to the bed. She lies there, twitching from head to toe, tears of release on her cheeks and a befuddled smile on her lips.

I untie her wrists and lie beside her, curling her body into mine. “Next time you tie me up,” I say, “Better just leave me tied.”

She laughs.

Originally published February 23, 2013

Copyright 2013 CJ Riordan

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