**Oral Sex**
“What do you think of this table?”
He looked up at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “It’s nice, why do you ask?”
“Well I’ve been thinking of redoing my kitchen and I was debating on getting a new table, maybe something in a lighter wood,” I stated and laid my head back, closing my eyes and moaning softly.
“If that’s what you want, you should get it.” His mouth came up from my pussy, licking his lips as his thumb teased my clit. Fuck why does his hand have to feel so perfect? “However, I will say that this table is very sturdy and very well made. Plus, it contrasts well with your soft pale skin and blonde hair. You look so fucking hot right now spread out naked in front of me while I slowly eat out your delicious pussy, juices dripping down my face and your clit throbbing against my tongue as I tease you.”
Fuck his mouth doesn’t even have to be attached to my pussy for it to throb. I squirmed a little closer, hoping for his hand to dip a little lower. “Ok good argument, but I was thinking it would brighten up this space a little more if one of the main pieces of furniture wasn’t so dark?”
He smirked and got up from the chair, exuding so much confidence and masculinity that it was hard for me to look away from him…not that I really wanted to. Leaning over me with one hand on each side of my head, he moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Sweetheart, if all you can think of is redecorating, then maybe I need to distract you a little more. Now I’m going to sit back down in this chair, you’re going to wrap these beautiful legs over my shoulders and I am going to make you forget every little thing you were going to do to renovate this kitchen, even if it takes all damn day to do it. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head with a little whimper as he sat back down, his eyes never leaving mine. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulder, leaning in to continue his amazing work on my pussy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned out loud, hips rhythmically moving in time with his thick tongue and my hands sinking into his soft hair. His hand caressed the inside of my thigh, moving to push a finger slowly inside my dripping cunt, his tongue licking a long stroke over my already swollen clit.
Could all Monday mornings start off like this?
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**Something New**
I’ve never been a very good traveler. Thankfully my fear of being on planes has lessened over the years, but I still don’t travel very well. Don’t get me wrong, I love going to new places and exploring all there is to offer, but getting there always was the problem. Being cooped up in such a small space amongst screaming kids and adults who don’t understand the concept of personal space and/or personal hygiene isn’t really very enjoyable. Not to mention I always have a tendency to come off of a plane catching some version of a cold. There’s just so many other things I’d rather do more than sitting on a plane. Watching grass grow or watching paint dry or repeatedly banging my head against a wall come to mind.
However, when he called me late one night and asked if I would accompany him on a business trip to Vegas, I couldn’t say no. I mean who would want to say no? Getting whisked away by your hot boyfriend on a weekend trip to Vegas. Sounded like a no brainer to me.
Now here we were, on a redeye flight to Vegas, both of us on our laptops for different reasons; him for work and me for binge watching the first season of Stranger Things. Yes, I know I’m late to the party. After finishing a particularly exciting episode, I turned off my computer and stored it away in my carry-on bag, turning and seeing him concentrating a little too hard on the computer screen. Well that needed to change.
Leaning over in my seat, I ran my hand over the back of his neck and whispered, “I know you’re busy, but maybe you could take a little break from your work to entertain an idea I would like to try?”
“Hmm, what’s on your mind?”
“Let’s get high.”
He looked up from his computer screen. “Since when do you…”
“No. Get up and go to the bathroom, I’ll follow you in a few minutes.”
Both of us scanned over the surprisingly unfilled plane and seeing most of the other passengers either sleeping or enthralled in their computers and/or tv screens in front of them, headphones resting tightly on their heads. He began to put everything away in the laptop bag next to his feet and lifted up the tray table, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.
“Good thing we’re in the back,” He muttered and stood up from his chair, making his way back to the restroom area.
I bit my lip in anticipation as I see an older man whom I presume was on a business trip or maybe coming home from one by the starch white dress shirt and dress pants he was wearing, his undone tie and suit jacket on the open seat next to him. He stirred in a half conscious state of sleep, and then went back with a rather noisy snore.
Not being able to wait any longer, I quietly got up from my seat and walked back to the bathrooms, making sure my heels didn’t make any noise on the floor. Thankfully there were no other occupants, so I knew exactly where he was located and knocked quietly on said door. The door opened and I squeezed through the opening and locked the door behind me.
“It’s more spacious than I imagined it to be with two people in here.”
“You’ve thought about this before?” He quipped, an eyebrow raising in mock surprise.
“Maybe once or twice,” I flippantly said, moving my hand up to caress the hard chest that laid underneath a tight white polo. “When you go on business trips, I can’t help but imagine going with you to help relieve a little stress. A few of them have been on a plane.”
“Would’ve been very appreciated.” He grabbed my hips, guided me back against the metal sink and slowly kissed me. My nerves shaken with excitement as our tongues moved smoothly around each others in quite an arousing kiss. It wasn’t a fervent and impulsive kiss like what normally occurred between us, but by no means was it any less passionate. My leg slid between his, already feeling a bulge in his jeans and heard him let out a grunt that reverberated throughout my trembling body. “Turn around baby…and bend over.”
I grinned as I turned around and leaned against the sink, catching a glimpse of myself in the small square mirror. The nude pink lipstick I applied before we left was somewhat stained after our earlier encounter when we sat down in our seats, adding to the sensuality and the obscenity of the situation. I moved my thumb up to my mouth and wiped off what I could when I saw him through the mirror lifting up his shirt and pulling it over his head, showing off the gorgeous toned body I just wanted to devour. “Should’ve brought my lipstick, I need to touch it up.”
“You know I’m just going to ruin it again,” He said playfully while undoing the jeans that fit him so perfectly, like they were made just for him. His hand ran up under my sundress, grabbing the band of my white silk thong and pulled it slowly down my legs, the sound of my red bottom heels clicking on the tile floor as I adjusted my position a little to help him take them off. Casually throwing them on the counter, he grabbed my hair and pulled me against him, the other hand teasing over my stomach and up against the underside of my breasts. “I’m taking those after we’re finished. You’ll get them back when we get to the hotel,” He murmured, his head bending down to lightly lick the shell of my ear.
His husky voice coupled with his hot breath on my neck made my head fall back on his broad shoulder, my ass grinding into him, feeling the roughness of his jeans through my cotton sundress. “Just fuck me hard and you can keep them for all I care.”
The growl and the bite to my neck just underneath my ear made me cover my mouth as I squealed in pain and pleasure. Suddenly I was pushed forward, my hands grabbing on either side of the sink in an attempt to catch myself as I looked up in the mirror to see him pulling out his hard cock and pushing up my sundress. His hand kneaded my ass, digging his fingers hard into my skin as he slowly stroked his cock, looking up at me in the mirror. “You have no fucking idea how bad I want to smack your ass right now,” He said, running his cock between my ass cheeks.
“I won’t stop you.”
His head turned away and I could see him trying to restrain himself, exhaling as he turned his head back and slowly began to push inside of me. My eyes closed and I muffled a moan as a wave of pleasure flowed through my body. “Don’t push me sweetheart, we’re already running the risk of getting caught.”
Trying to speak quietly and coherently while getting fucked is much harder than it seems. “Isn’t that the fun part though? Seeing how far you can go without getting caught?”
The loud grunt spilled out of his mouth right before he grabbed my chin and turned my head to him, kissing me hard as he thrusted inside of me, shuddering as I felt my juices dripping down over his cock. “When I get you to the hotel, I’m going to have you bent over every damn surface of the room, fucking this gorgeous ass while my hands are firmly wrapped around your beautiful neck,” He murmured in an uneven tone, roughly biting my lip.
I kissed him hard to stop myself from moaning out loud and began grinding my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, his hands gripping my hips harder and probably leaving some bruise marks. Not that I really minded, wouldn’t be the first time.
“Do you see yourself?” He questioned, leaning down to me with hands on either side of mine, his lips finding my neck and began to lick and nibble the spot behind my ear. I looked up in the mirror and see the very definition of a ‘freshly fucked’ face. I think I’m going to need more than a touch up now. “Getting fucked hard in an airplane bathroom; hair messed, lipstick completely smeared, eyes hooded, breasts bouncing up and down as I pound into your tight pussy.”
“Please just…uhh please harder.” I softly cried out, bending my head as I moved one of my hands up under my dress and started rubbing my swollen clit, desperate to cum.
“Are you going to cum baby?” He questioned, smirking as he pulled my hair so my face wouldn’t leave the mirror. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes please…let me cum.”
He moaned, the smirk turning into a grin. “Since you so nicely said please.” Letting go of my hair and covering my mouth with his hand, he grabbed my hip with the other hand and pounded into my wet cunt, the sound our muffled moans and of our juices echoed throughout the small bathroom.
“Fuck yes,” I screamed into his hand as I came first, clenching tightly around his cock, pushing him over the edge as he bit into my shoulder hard, surely leaving a bruise and causing me to clench around him even more. Good thing I brought my good concealer.
We both stood still for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath and to savor the euphoric feeling rushing through our bodies. After coming to our senses, we gathered all of our stuff and cleaned up as best as we could, making sure not to give away what transpired in here.
Taking turns walking back to our seats, we were delighted that most people were asleep by now. Then I looked at my watch and realized it was close to 2:00 in the morning. I guess an hour can go by like nothing.
He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth, kissing the inside of my wrist and leaning over to whisper, “Satisfied with your mile high club card?”
“Definitely.”
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**Romantic Morning**
Hands running through my hair was what stirred me out of my deep sleep.
Fingers threading softly through my hair, brushing ever so lightly against my temple as my eyes opened, adjusting to the soft light shining through the large window. It was snowing. My first time in a long while seeing snow and it was from the comfort of a large king size bed, curled up next to him, surrounded by fluffy white pillows and an equally fluffy duvet which shielded me from the chill of the cold morning air. It really couldn’t get much better than this.
I felt him move behind me and lean down to whisper ‘good morning’ in my ear, kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arms around my naked body, pulling me closer to his equally naked body. I murmured my good mornings in a sleep induced voice, turning towards him and seeing an even more beautiful site than what was outside the window behind me. Dark hair disheveled from sleep, dark eyes hooded and perfect lips curled into a slight smile. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him. I hope I never do.
I leaned down and slowly kissed his soft lips, running my hand over his bare chest and feeling his surprisingly warm hand move up my neck to thread through my hair. We spent the next two hours laying in that enormous bed, cocooned in the almost cloud-like bedding and savoring each other’s bodies as if they were delicious delicacies from a foreign land.
I don’t think I could’ve ever, even in my wildest dreams, imagine anything more perfect than this moment.
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**Blindfold**
A full set of white lace lingerie wrapped around my freshly showered body, accentuating the flush of my heated skin from the tingling pleasure radiating throughout my body.
Ruby Woo red lips and pearlescent white teeth enclosed around the white rubber ball gag, silencing my voice but not my moans as his thumb flipped over the switch of the Hitachi, the scandalous sound resonating through me and vibrating straight down to my very core.
The black silk blindfold completely covered my sapphire eyes to all the goings-on of the room, my mind having to play the part of my vision as I pictured him standing next to the bed and staring down at me, domineering with that sexy smirk and dark eyes gazing over me with just as much desire as I felt at that moment.
Warm fingertips trailed down my side, my body shuddering at the sensation, then slipped underneath the string of my panties, wrenching them from my body and causing a muffled gasp from behind the gag. This was immediately replaced by frenzied screams when the rubberized vibrating head grazed lightly over my swollen pink pussy lips and hard clit.
The black leather collar circling my throat was just the perfect portion of comfort and constriction, my head spinning from the slight shortness of breath and from the ragged screams as my hips bucked off the bed, desperately grinding in order to find the release my body severely needed.
Leather cuffs secured both my wrists and ankles to one of the four corners of the enormous bed, slightly cutting into my skin and provoking a beautiful combination of pain and pleasure that was only amplified by all of the teasing sensations he has created this evening.
The ivory crushed velvet throw pillow felt divine against my naked ass, producing a stimulating sensation against the sensitive maroon skin that reminded me of all the debauchery that’s occurred in this room in the past week. My eyes fluttered behind my blindfold at that lascivious thought.
The delicious scent of cinnamon from the many red pillar candles spread out around the room blended perfectly with the scent of the wild jasmine blooming along the outside walls of our villa. The scent wafting in through the expansive open patio doors and mixed with the cinnamon, releasing a sensual aroma all throughout the room and made me exceedingly delirious.
Could I be dreaming? Could this mind-blowing moment all just be a mad fantasy that my devious mind concocted in order to trick me?
The thought left my mind as my body thrashed along the soft cotton of the crisp white sheets, the cool perspiration trickling down my skin. Then I felt it. At long last, the sweet release of my orgasm was right on the verge of completely flowing over me.
Then it stopped. Again.
Crystal clear tears dripped down my blood red cheeks, wishing this torture he has put me through for almost the past two hours would finally come to an end.
And yet…in some sick and twisted way…I hoped it never did.
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