*Please note: I have written about Elaina before. If you would like to know more about her, please check out my post history.*
I heard the soft beep of my phone from the shower. Looking through the glass door, I saw the screen light up. It read, “Elaina: ‘I am10 minutes away’…”
I hurriedly hopped out of the shower and began to dry off. Sliding into a tight navy blue pair of silk boxer briefs, I wandered into the closet to pick out my outfit. We weren’t going anywhere, but I hadn’t seen Elaina in over 6 months. I picked a fitted black dress shirt and a pair of dark grey slacks. Next, I shaved, styled my hair, and lightly sprayed on some cologne. I was just about to head downstairs when the doorbell rang. She was here. My heart jumped. It had been so long. I immediately began to doubt my appearance, my taste in clothing, the choice of cologne. The doorbell rang again. I snapped out of my stupor.
Bolting downstairs, I regained composure and opened the door. A wave of memories and old feelings rushed over me. The angel Elaina was standing in front of me. Her bright eyes and warm smile melted my heart. She wore a short, tight, black cocktail dress with red accents. I welcomed her in. We embraced in the entryway and before I could even utter a word, our lips met. Her lips tasted like sugar, and her sweet perfume only made it harder for me to catch my breath. As the kiss came to a bittersweet end, Elaina giggled.
“Hi…” she said softly.
“Hi…” I replied.
We both laughed and I led her by the hand into the kitchen. Pouring us each an ice cold glass of champagne, I asked her how she had been. Aside from the brief text message conversation with her, I knew nothing about her life over the last 6 months. She shared a little about her new job and family. It had been over 5 years since our first hook up back in college. Both of us were now living such different lives. It was surprising that we had even found time to see one another on such short notice. I shared a little about my career and told her I would give her a tour of my new house once we finished our champagne. For 30 minutes, she and I had avoided the question we had been both dreading but aching to ask.
“So, how is the love life treating you?” she asked me almost regrettably.
“Well, I am currently dating a girl I met through work. We have been together for about 4 or 5 months now. What about you?” I answered truthfully.
“That’s great!” she replied, sounding relieved, “I also have been seeing a guy from work for the last 2 months… so yeah…”
Considering our past had been filled with cheating and lying, this was no surprise to either of us. Although, it did always lessen the pressure, and add some forbidden excitement, when both of us were cheating. We shot one another a devilish smirk. We both knew that although this meeting had been scheduled through completely platonic text messages, the night would end in perversion and pleasure.
Grabbing our empty glasses and the bottle of champagne, we began the tour of the house. Elaina politely commented on each room and feature as we passed. It was not until we made it upstairs to the loft that she said something naughty.
“Even with all the bedrooms, this loft space seems like it could be the most fun room in the house,” she commented.
“I would agree with that,” I replied, motioning to the stack of DVD’s and video games by the entertainment center. I was pretty sure I knew where her mind was at, but I didn’t want to push my luck just yet.
“Oh…. I was referring to this part of the loft,” she flirted, motioning to the long couch.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I asked.
I guided her to the couch, setting down the glasses on the small end table. I refilled our champagne, and turned away to dim the lights. As I turned back around, Elaina smiled at me and giggled. She had placed her foot up on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I stopped dead in my tracks. I could feel myself growing. Her lace thong matched her dress, black with red accents. One of her clean shaven lips peeked out at me from behind her thong. My slacks were quickly starting to lose slack as my bulge grew bigger. Sipping her champagne, she motioned me over with her finger… a finger that slid down her body and hooking into her thong.
Elaina slowly pulled back the thong; the shimmer of wetness in the low light beckoned me forward. Her pussy was completely exposed now and I wanted nothing more than to taste her once again. As I began to kneel down, I felt her foot on my chest. She pushed against me, keeping me at bay. I thought I had wanted her badly before, I would have died just to move her foot. She teased me, touching her lips and letting out soft, sensual moans. Her finger disappeared between her pink puffy lips. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. My body ached for her. Edging her way back out, she took care to get every drop of sex on that finger. She reached for my glass of champagne. Dragging her finger around the crystal rim of the glass, she coated it with her love.
“Thirsty?” she asked, handing me the glass. I eagerly reached for it, but she stopped me once again with her foot.
“I will give you the glass, but I want you to stand absolutely still.” she ordered.
I nodded. She handed me the crystal stemware and I could not take my eyes off of the rim, glistening with her wetness. I wanted a sip from that glass so terribly bad that one would have though I was dying of thirst. She got up from the couch and knelt before me. Unclasping my belt and unbuttoning my slacks, she told me to take a sip. As soon as the glass hit my mouth, I tasted Elaina’s passion fueled sweetness. It lingered, even as the dry brut flavor of the champagne hit my tongue. I savored every moment of that first sip. Just as I began to swallow, I felt my boxers slide down and my cock flip outward. My head hit Elaina in the face softly, getting a small bit of precum on her check. She smiled up at me and then slid my entire member into her mouth. My balls rested against her chin. She gagged and slid back. My entire shaft was covered in her warm saliva. She sucked gently on my head, urging about as much precum as she could. Tonight was different though. She wasn’t going for the long, drawn out foreplay like normal. She clearly had something else in mind.
Before I could even finish my champagne, she pulled me down onto my knees. Setting aside my glass, she sat back on the couch. Gripping my shirt, she pulled me close to her. We kissed passionately. I slipped the the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and roughly pulled down the top. Her breasts were completely exposed. I watched goosebumps travel down her neck and chest, causing her already perky nipples to become even harder. I paid attention to each one, sucking and nibbling, causing her to moan. She pushed my head down. Within seconds, my tongue was deep inside her. Elaina screamed as I backed out and lightly flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
I laid her on her back, slightly propped up by pillows. Both of us were still half dressed, but it didn’t matter. As I moved into position above her, she unbuttoned my shirt, but left it on me. The tip of my head touched her lips. Although we had been in this moment so many times before, it always felt brand new. Especially tonight though, she had never gotten this far so quickly.
“I am just telling you now… You are good to cum in me if you want to,” Elaina said. I nodded. She repeated,”Seriously Babe, it has been 6 months since I have been fucked right. I feel something big coming tonight, so please cum in me if you have to… just get me there.”
Elaina was so wet that there was no need to ease my way in. She gripped my ass tight and pulled me hard toward her. I slid deep inside her in one smooth motion. I could tell she was not her normal, romantic self. There was something rough and almost barbaric about her tonight. Her nails dug into my back through my shirt and it was on. Plunging deep into her over and over again, I started out in fury. She bucked her hips to match mine, driving us closer and closer with each thrust. Every time I pulled back, I could see the shaft of my hard throbbing cock covered in her creamy wetness. She wrapped her legs around my waist. With each passing second, she squeezed tighter and tighter. I was using one hand to support myself on the couch, and the other was rubbing her clit.
After about 5 minutes of some of the most intense sex I have ever had, I asked her if she wanted to change positions. She immediately shook her head no, and gripped me even tighter. She slid another pillow under her back, and immediately I felt my head began to hit her G-spot. She melted like butter. Her moans became louder and longer. I could feel the mix our sweat and her juices dripping off of my balls and onto the couch. She screamed that she was getting close and that I should cum with her. I moaned back that I would.
A few more seconds went by and Elaina was teetering on the edge of a huge climax. Taking my hand from her clit, she pushed it toward her ass and begged me to slip a finger in it. Sliding my index finger into her ass, I could feel her tense up. Her hand immediately shot to her clit and began rubbing again. She continued to beg me to finger her ass harder. I gave it everything I had. I could feel my balls tighten and I knew I couldn’t hold on for much longer. She screamed for me to keep going.
“Cum in me babe, just fucking get me there!!!” she yelled, “Pull out when I tell you!”
I thrust harder and harder. Her inner thighs were red and my hips were wearing out. My finger ached from the pressure of her tight asshole. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I slammed into her with everything I had and just let loose. I shot out what felt like the largest, warmest load of cum I have ever produced. With each shot, I thrust deeper and deeper. That was just enough to send her over the edge.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!” she screamed, “PULL OUT NOW!”
I pulled out as quickly as I could. My cum came oozing out of her gaping pussy on the first contraction. With her finger still on her clit, and mine still in her ass, I felt two more deep contractions. Then her creampied, gaping pussy, quickly tightened, and with a shriek, she began to squirt a stream of hot sex juice onto me and the couch. With each following contraction, she squirted a little less until there was only a creamy mix of cum and pussy juices flowing slowly from her bright red lips. I slipped my finger out of her ass, and laid back on the couch to catch my breath. We were exhausted. It didn’t matter though… All that mattered was that I had gotten her there…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6wgl1o/just_fucking_get_me_there_squirtcreampieolder
Hot story. How did your index finger get all the way from her clit to her asshole while she was on her back with her hips tilted up, and you were on your knees on the floor? I’d like to learn that trick.