The sun splashes intricate blades of gold in between the shadows of Autumn leaves causing the sidewalk beneath your feet to glisten like a shimmering lake at dawn.
You’re running, but you might as well be gliding.
You welcome the frigid air caressing your face. Some mornings you dread the ice cold kiss of your morning run. This morning is different. Determination drives your every step.
There is no purpose, but to not stop. There is no responsibility to anyone or anything drawing you away from the calming familiarity of willing yourself to simply, keep going.
Your chest heaves with each stride and breath.
Thank god I wore my good sports bra today, you think as you glance down to quickly admire your soft, ample breasts.
As you take in the sight of your deep cleavage, a man stands up from a park bench, then bends to tie his shoe directly in your path. You look up just in time to see your knee collide with the top of this stranger’s head.
The man jolts up, reels backward and falls over the bench he was previously sitting on. He lands flat on his back.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” you yelp as you run to the side of the fallen man. “Are you okay?”
The man’s eyes are closed but his chest is moving. Oh good, he’s not dead, you think. How morbid. Your thoughts drift to worse and worse outcomes until you hear him speak.
“Hey… what happened?” he asks groggily.
As you kneel over the man you unintentionally knocked out, you take a moment to take stock of who exactly you cold cocked.
Wow, you think. His sweat pants are loose, but thin. Your eyes started at the stranger’s feet. Stylish, running shoes. Then up to his clearly toned calves to which the soft fabric of his pants clung. It clung all the way up to where your eyes were stuck to this woozy stranger’s fabric sheathed flaccid cock.
You could easily make out the subtle curve of his thick shaft and head of his large cock.
You’ve never wanted for orgasms. You’ve given yourself plenty. And given and received just as many with previous lovers.
But you’ve never had a cock inside you. A dick. A penis. Whatever they like to be called. Fascinating, is what you call it.
Sure, you’ve fucked yourself plenty. You’ve been fucked, licked, sucked and pleasured every way possible by Tiffany, and Polly, and Ramona, and Yolanda more times than you can recount right now. Even if it would be a nice break from feeling awful about becoming a mid-run MMA fighter to think about that night with Ramona and Yolanda. Together…
You look down quickly. You think, oh good, I wore black workout pants today. Otherwise, this guy would be practically eye level with your now soaking wet pussy. At this point, you’re ready to get this guy back on his feet, run home and spend some time with a rabbit. And you don’t mean Bugs.
You are torn from your fantasy by the victim of your inadvertent drive by kneeing coming to: “how did I end up on the ground?”
“Uh, hi.” You look into his eyes, dark deep pools of bronze, amber and onyx. They seem to suck you in, “I… think I hit you in the… head.”
Knowing the euphemism attached to the word “head” you instinctively shoot a glance at the stranger’s not so hidden bulge. You instantly feel your face and ears start to warm as you feel your gaze being followed by the man on his back. You look back to his face. He is smiling.
“Well, does my attacker have a name, or should I just tell the cops an absolutely gorgeous creature, too beautiful to be from this earthly realm, knocked me off my feet?”
You smile, relieved. “I don’t know if they’ll be able to convict if you tell it like that.” He returns your smile. His eyes, never leaving your eyes.
“I’m… ” you say.
“I’m… “, he says as he props himself up on his elbows and extends a hand.
As you stand up to extend a hand you make sure to linger a bit so as to return the favor for the show you received before […] became conscious. Your breasts, like full globes struggle against your bra and shirt.
Attempting to be a gentleman, you see your new acquaintance strain to avert his eyes from your breasts only to catch sight of your firm round ass, wrapped, skin tight, in nylon running pants.
You hear […] mutter “wow…” under his breath.
As your hand rests in limbo between you two, you catch yourself tracing the lines of […]’s body. You’ve studied the subtle outline of his soft cock (not long enough in your opinion) but in doing so, you missed his clearly chiseled arms, chest and abdomen hidden behind a tight thermal long sleeved shirt.
You tell yourself, if you’re contemplating an actual cock inside of you, you might as well explore any other benefits that might come along with the experience. Not this guy, or course, but someone you didn’t randomly meet in a park.
But… there’s nothing wrong with scoping out the options.
You help […] to his feet. He brushes himself off, and turns around in a slow circle. “Did I get it all?” he asks.
You chuckle at the crushed leaves on his lower back, ass and legs.
“Nope,” you say, “not even close. Here, let me help.” You pause. “If that’s okay?” A glint of desire passes over your face as you wonder just how deep you could fall into those swirls of dark and milk chocolate staring back at you. You gently brush the leaves and dirt off of […]’s body. Your suspicions are confirmed as your hands deftly remove park debris from the back of […]’s arms. Solid, warm and strong. In your mind’s eye, you see a glimpse of these arms wrapped around your waist, glistening with sweat, your hips grinding slowly…
“Well, now that you’ve helped clean me up, I think I owe you breakfast.” […] smiles while tenderly rubbing the back of his head.
You laugh. “If anyone’s going to be buying anyone’s breakfast, I’m pretty sure the woman who hit the man with her knee is the one who should be the one who buys.”
[…]’s grin widens, “In that case then, I accept.”
You look confused, “Accept what?”
“Your invitation to breakfast, of course.” His beaming smile forces your lips to curl into a radiant and knowing smirk. It seems you’ve been duped.
“Well, that certainly is clever, but I don’t go out with strange men I don’t know. Or men in general, really.” He doesn’t need to know you’re considering being open to experimenting. Even if he is likely going to be making an appearance in your thoughts tonight. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but–”
“But, I’m not a strange man. We, uh, work together? Or, I guess I should say, I work for you.” He chuckles, reaches into his pocket and hands you a business card. It reads:
[…] & Associates
[…]
Junior Partner
“What about that stuff about a beautiful stranger doomed to a life of crime?”
He continues, “I don’t know about that. Maybe I took a bump to the head or something?” He smiles, You feel a stir inside you at the sight of his full, bright smile spreading across his face like a unfurling sail setting out for adventure.
“Now you’re just trying to make me feel bad,” you say.
“I’ve been at your firm for about 2 years now.”
“Oh, great. Now I’ve assaulted one of my Junior Partners whom I’ve failed to recognize. Wonderful,” you say with dismay. “Can I please just buy you breakfast? And maybe a BMW? How about a condo in Maui? To make up for this mess?” You laugh.
[…] smiles, “just the breakfast would be more than enough.”
“How’s your head?” you ask.
“Feeling better already.”
—-
“Closed? You’ve got to be kidding me.” You stare at the sign reading “Closed on Mondays”. Who closes on a Monday, you wonder.
You hear […] mutter behind you, “who closes on a Monday?” You smile to yourself.
[…] starts, “look, Ms. […]–”
“[…], please. We’re acquainted enough by the concussion I nearly gave you, so feel free to drop the formalities. Besides, we’re not in the office.”
“Okay. […],” he continues, “you don’t have to buy me breakfast. I was just joking around. It’s really no big deal. I think the ground did more damage to me than your knee, and it’s not much at all. I promise.”
“I’m the one that caused the ground to do that damage, so I insist. If today is Monday, then my fridge and pantry are full. I’ll make us breakfast.”
Frankie, your personal assistant, confidant and best friend, makes sure groceries are delivered weekly so you can focus on running the most successful corporate law firm the Northwest has ever seen. She’s a lifesaver in more ways you can count.
[…] glances at his watch.
“In a hurry?” you tease.
“No, not at all! I mean, as far as Monday’s go, I’ve never had one start with a bonk on the head and end with breakfast with the most powerful woman in Seattle.”
“Powerful, huh?” you smirk. “Is that how you see me?” You cross your arms in mock frustration causing your breasts to swell.
[…]’s gaze falls to your chest again. You pretend not to notice. “Well, yeah, but obviously that’s not all you are, but I can’t very well tell my boss she’s absolutely gorgeous, now can I–” He cuts himself off realizing he may have overstepped. You did just learn his name, after all. “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I Shouldn’t–”
“[…]. Seriously, don’t worry about it. Most men are too intimidated to speak to me, let alone shower me with compliments. That is, unless they want something from me…” Your eyes narrow as you gaze into […]’s. You tighten your crossed arms and stretch your body, making yourself even taller than your Amazonian frame should allow, as if you are about to pass judgment from high on a throne inside an ancient gladiator coliseum.
[…] raises his hands defensively, “hey, all I want is the breakfast I was promised from my assailant.” He looks at his watch again. It reads 7:45am. “I just don’t want to be late.”
“I think I know someone who might be able to get you off,” you pause slightly, “the hook with your boss.”
“Fair enough. Lead the way. I am your’s to guide.”
“Be careful what you say out loud. That might be considered a binding verbal contract.”
That was lame, you think. Contract law jokes? Get a grip. You remind yourself you are in control. He is your’s to guide if you choose to do so. Guide to what, you’re not sure. For now, you’ll start with a bacon avocado omelette and see where that leads; where you lead. You start to feel anxious butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It’s not like you’re a lesbian or something. You’ve just… always stayed away from most guys. Girls were soft and pretty. And they smelled good. You guess you’re “bi-sexual” without all the sexual stuff. At least not yet.
—-
The dishes clatter lightly against the stainless steel sink as […] turns the faucet on to rinse the remnants of egg, avocado and cheddar cheese off of the plates. You attempt to protest. You have people who do that.
“You cooked. I’ll clean. It’s really not a big deal.” […] dries his hand on a dish towel and turns slowly, surveying the luxury apartment surrounding him.
Following his gaze, you point away from the kitchen, across the apartment to the first of 4 bedrooms. “When I first moved in, that was my bedroom, kitchen, dining area and living room.” You chuckle to yourself. “A studio apartment for an up and coming partner. After becoming partner, I started expanding and buying the neighbor’s homes.”
[…] motions to the room, “All of this, huh? Not to shabby.” […]’s gaze bounces across the apartment and lands on your eyes.
You didn’t realize that you’d been staring at him. You avert your gaze to look at the clock on the stove. 8:45am. Has it really been an hour? “Well, even if I am Managing Partner, we should probably get to work soon.”
[…] looks down at himself. “Uh, yeah. I guess you’re right. Haha. I guess I didn’t think about how I might need a shower and some clothes before heading into the office.”
“Not a problem.” You eye Nick up and down, then say, “what are you a 40 regular? Maybe 36” waist and 32” inch inseam?”
“Wow. Haha. 34” inseam, actually, my legs aren’t quite as long as yours. But right on the money for the other measurements.”
You retrieve your cell phone, set it on the counter and call Frankie on speaker phone.
“Hey […],” she answers. “What’s up?”
“Hey Frankie, are you at the office yet?”
“Not yet. The Johnson files needed a bit of love, so I worked on them a bit from home before the chaos of the office–”
“Care to take a detour that will keep you out of the office just a bit longer?” You smile and look at […]. He smiles shyly and rubs the top of his head.
“Dear god, yes! What? Do you need your gutters cleaned out? Taxes done? Anything to slow the impending doom of–”
“Okay, okay! I get it. Shit! Haha. I didn’t know my firm was such an awful place!”
“Ha! Yeah, you did.”
“I know.”
[…] stands transfixed on your face as if he is studying every curve of your neck and jaw. The full pout of your plump lips acting as a centerpiece to the delicate, creamy soft skin of your cheeks.
“Frankie, head over to Elenvilla and pick up a suit, would you please?”
“Are we going back to your Hilary pantsuit phase again? Because I strongly advise against it.”
“No. Even though I completely rocked that pantsuit, and you know it. This morning, I kneed a junior partner in the face–”
“–head–,” Nick interjects with a grin.
“–head, and I–”
Surprised, Frankie blurts, “what?!”
“–made it up to him with breakfast, but now we’re both late for work and he can’t very well meet with clients in sweatpants and a thermal shirt.”
“Okay…?” Frankie isn’t used to gentlemen callers being in your apartment, let alone invited over for breakfast. “Text me his sizes.”
“Thanks, Frankie.” You hang up and send a quick text. “See,” you tell […], “breakfast with the boss has it’s perks, doesn’t it?”
“It most certainly does,” […] responds. From the way he is looking at you, you understand that he is not talking about the Italian suit he will be wearing this morning.
“I suppose we should shower,” you say.
[…]’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Uh, I–”
You could do this all day. Drop innuendos and euphemisms just to tease this man in your kitchen.
“Separately, of course, […]. Don’t get any bright ideas. I’m you’re boss, after all.”
“Oh, no. Of course. I wasn’t–”
“I’m kidding. […], goodness! Let me show you to the guest room where you can shower.” You smile. “On your own.”
—-
[…] turns off the water and exits the steamy shower to find a toothbrush, deodorant, and hair product on the counter in the bathroom. […] tilts his head slightly as he looks at the toiletries. He didn’t notice anyone entering the room while he was showering. He shrugs and wraps a towel around his waist.
A freshly pressed suit, shirt, and tie, along with a pair of silk socks and Salvatore Ferragamo loafers, are waiting for him on the guest room bed. These clothes are nicer than anything he’s worn before.
“This has been a weird morning,” he says to himself as he reaches for the slacks.
—-
As you and Frankie lean on the countertop chatting about the morning’s events, you hear the guest room shower shut off.
“So?” you ask.
“So, what?” Frankie responds before sipping a cup of coffee.
“So, what do you think?”
“The shower curtain wasn’t all that see-through, but from what I did see, it’ll get the job done.” She raises her eyebrows at you.
Never surprised by Frankie’s bluntness, you roll your eyes, “That’s not what I was asking, but good to know.”
“As your personal finger on the pulse of the hetero-normative world, you’ve got a mighty fine looking young buck on your hands.” She mimes tilting a cowboy hat, “partner.”
“Stop it!” You laugh, “of course, the day I even remotely consider branching out from innies to outies, I drop kick a breeder.” You and Frankie laugh. Aside from a few times in college, she doesn’t share your sexual proclivities, but she loves talking about them all the same.
Both you and Frankie are wearing silk blouses and fitted pencil skirts. Your blouse is white with soft ruffles and no collar. It feels soft and smooth against your skin. You decided on leaving a couple buttons open at the top. It looks better this way, you tell yourself, more casual. Your charcoal grey skirt stops just above your knees. It hugs the curve of your hips and your round ass in the most perfect way. You love this skirt.
Frankie’s skirt is a few inches shorter. If she wasn’t your best friend and assistant, you’d probably have HR talk to her about it. It’s black and fitted like yours, hugging her curves. Her blouse is pink and sleeveless, buttoning up to the middle of her full chest. It contrasts nicely with her bronze skin. Her eyes, like round almonds sitting on a perfectly smooth painting of some great renaissance beauty.
“That Black/Korean mix you’ve got going on would be a hot commodity in my circles.”
Frankie has heard this type of thing before, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she says, “‘I’ve been around your circles. I feel like I’ve been eye fucked less at a straight bar on college night–”
From the other side of the apartment you hear, “Then on behalf of my gender, I apologize.” […] exits the guest room, smiling.
Frankie feels her face turn warm.
You laugh, “I bet you’re thanking your lucky stars you can’t blush right now, huh, Frank?”
She narrows her eyes at you and smiles begrudgingly. “Yep.”
You turn to […], “how does everything fit? Is it okay?”
“It’s perfect. Honestly, the best suit I’ve ever warn.”
You allow your eyes to dance over […]’s body. In sweatpants and a thermal, he was attractive, for sure. Muscular and tall. Dark piercing eyes and shiny brown hair so dark it’s almost black. But, now, seemingly plucked directly from the cover of GQ magazine, you feel a familiar warmth start to rise from behind your crotch. Familiar in the sense that you’ve felt yourself become aroused before, yet strangely unfamiliar due to the particulars of who is causing this warmth to rise. The warmth expands, causing a slight chill to shudder through the rest of your body. Your nipples become erect and struggle against the thin fabric of your bra.
Frankie looks at […], then at you. She then spots your nipples poking through your blouse. She spouts, “I really do have to get to the office, unless you need anything from me?”
You feel like you should ask Frankie to stay for comfort’s sake, but you hear yourself say, “Nope. I’m good Frank. I’ll see you at the office.”
She nods, stands and goes to the front door. You catch a glance from […] as if he is painting Frankie’s body with his eyes. A pang of jealousy creeps into your mind. That’s ridiculous, you think. Frankie’s hot and you prefer women. You can’t blame him.
“So,” […] says as he claps his hands together, “should we get to work?”
You blurt, “Please do.”
[…] raises his eyebrows in surprise again at your unintentional command.
“I can call a cab, or–”
You interrupt him, “No, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. Today has been a little weird for me.”
“Right?! Me too! But,” he pauses to soften his excitement and delivery, “in a good way.”
Now you’re the one blushing.
You stand from the counter and walk slowly toward […]’, following his eyes as they cascade down your body and rest on your swaying hips. “Maybe todays weird, is just what I’ve been needing?”
[…] nods his head and looks around the room. His mouth feels dry.
You continue, “Would you do me a favor?”
“Yeah, sure. Anything.”
“Anything?” you enquire.
“Well, within reason, of course.” […] smiles, attempting to slow the quickening pace of his beating heart. “What did you have in mind?”
“You see, I’ve never been with a man before.”
You let that sink in. You can see the wheels turning in […]’s head as he contemplates how to respond. “I don’t–”
You interrupt him. “Let me just finish saying this.” You take a deep breath. Those butterflies start fluttering again. “I’ve been toying with the idea of stepping out of my comfort zone, but the men I meet are either way too aggressive, or…”
“–or?” […] offers, unsure of how it will land.
You nod slowly and smile, “Or, they’re pussies.” […] visibly gulps. “I have yet to find any man that can follow orders well enough, and still be able to…” You reach out and take […]’s tie in your hands, feeling its cool smooth fabric run between your fingers “…take control, when asked.”
You now stand face to face with […], you ease your hips slowly against his, and feel his cock press against your inner thigh. You can feel your pussy radiating heat. You’re sure […] can feel it as well. He gulps again, “I–” he starts.
Your lips are so close you feel as though you are breathing the same air; taking the same breaths. “Do you want to kiss me, […]?”
“Yes, ma’am. I mean, […]. Uh. Oh, I’m not sure–”
“Then,” you lean in, your lips nearly resting on his, ever so lightly, “kiss me. Now.”
Permission (or an outright order in this case) was all he needed.
[…]’s arms envelope you as he draws you against his broad chest. As firm as his embrace is, you expect his kiss to be rugged and fierce. You are pleasantly surprised when his slightly parted lips make full contact with yours. They seem to melt together. He moistens the kiss with his tongue but does not attempt to enter your mouth. You, then, decide to enter his.
You flick your tongue against the inside of his lips. You feel a twitch against your leg where his cock is firmly captured between your thigh and his. You let out a soft moan before plunging your tongue into his waiting mouth. Your moan is returned along with another stronger twitch from the obelisk silently growing against your thigh.
Your tongues dance to an unheard Waltz, lifting and falling but always staying in time with each other. You’ve never been kissed so perfectly as this. You feel wetness creep onto your lace underwear from inside your pussy.
You pull away suddenly. […] releases you reluctantly.
You point to the sofa, “Sit.”
[…] moves silently to the sofa and sits eagerly awaiting more instruction.
You place your knee in between his legs and up against his crotch. You can see his bulging cock struggling against his slacks and feel his balls against your knee. You take each of his hands and place them on the backrest of the sofa. As you move from placing one hand to the other, you brush your breasts lightly across his cheek and lips. He breathes deeply. Inhaling what he can of your sweet scent.
You stand up, “Now. Don’t move.”
“Ok–” […] starts to respond.
“Or speak.”
His anxious nerves have been replaced by desire. His eyes stare at you intently, not wanting to miss a single detail. Or disobey.
You place your knees deep into the sofa on either side of his hips. Your feet, in their silver high heels, dangle off of the edge of the sofa. You straighten your back and press your hips into his stomach. Your breasts float above his face, now leaning entirely back and staring up at you.
Your skirt strains and limits your movement. You reach down and shimmy the skirt higher up your thighs to which […] lifts his head at the idea of a possible peak. You press one finger against his forehead and push it back against the back of the sofa.
“Nuh, uh, uh. Don’t. Move.”
He sighs longingly, but does as he is told. You hike your skirt up to your waist now. Your ass fully exposed. Each ass cheek a full, firm globe nestling between them a small, thin piece of your lace thong.
You lower yourself slowly, sliding against his body. Your breasts caress his face as you sink into and position yourself in his lap. You look down and see the outline of his cock. It’s even larger than you thought it was. A small wet spot has formed where the tip of his cock meets his pants.
You touch the tip of his cock with your index finger and slowly trace the wet spot. […] let’s out a deep, breathy moan. You grab Nick by the back of his neck and lift his head. You raise your finger up and let it float between the two of you. It glistens with precome.
“Good to know I can get you wet, too.” You smile and place your finger in your mouth. It tastes salty and sweet.
[…] smiles drunkenly. It’s all he is allowed to do.
“Let’s see if you can return the favor, shall we?” You undo […]’s belt and reach inside his still buttoned pants to reposition his rigid cock. It’s your first time ever touching a cock. You grip it tightly and respond to Nick’s moans of pleasure by squeezing the shaft rhythmically. You remove your hand after placing his cock due North, then sink even lower so your lace panties, and the pink pussy lips behind them, rest firmly against his hot throbbing cock.
You feel your lips spread as the girth of his cock presses into the center of your pussy. Your engorged clit providing jolts of electric pleasure shooting through your body at every movement.
You start grinding your hips into his. You rub your lace clad pussy up and down the entire length of his fabric sheathed cock.
You undo another button on your blouse and expose the tops of your breasts resting high in your white, lace bra. As you continue to grind, you reach your hands up and cup the sides and underneath your breasts. You open your cleavage and place […]’s face directly in the center of your breasts. You slightly pinch your own nipples over your bra, between your thumbs and index fingers. You feel yourself starting to approach a climax, so you slow your grinding until you come to a stop, your clit resting against the head of Nick’s slacks covered cock.
You stand. “Get up and take off my blouse.”
[…], once again, does as he’s told. The backs of his hands linger against the mounds of your breasts as he meticulously unbuttons your blouse.
“Wow,” he whispers.
“Tsk, tsk,” you say, “no talking…”
He motions as if he is zipping and locking his mouth. He mimes to throw away the “key”, but you catch his hand and mime taking the key and placing it into your pocket. You smile seductively. “This may come in handy a little later.”
Your blouse falls to the floor. You turn your back to […]’s and pull your hair forward. Without a word, Nick unhooks your bra. You turn back around and slowly remove your bra revealing full breasts and hard nipples.
A groan escapes […]’s mouth.
You smile and motion to your skirt and panties. “Get on your knees.” you command.
[…] mock salutes and drops to his knees. His strong hands pull your skirt and panties down in one slow, fluid motion. He takes his time, caressing the outsides of your thighs as he moves lower, kissing and licking every inch of your thighs.
He exposes your bare pussy and swollen clit. He stares longingly.
You place a single finger under his chin, lift his face and say, “Wait.”
You then sit on the sofa and bring your legs up. Your place your high heel covered feet on the sofa while caressing your own thighs and spreading your legs as far as they will go.
“Now, watch me,” you say as you take your right breast in your right hand and squeeze. You pinch your nipple and caress the rest of your body with your other hand. Sometimes pinching both nipples and writhing under your own pleasurable touch.
You grasp your breasts, give them a final squeeze and then slowly move your hands down to your pussy.
You trace the outside lips of your pussy with your fingertips. You reach your right hand up to your mouth and deposit a few drops of saliva on your fingertips. You then take your wet, glistening fingertips and slowly rub your clit, sometimes venturing to insert a finger or more inside your soaking wet pussy.
[…] kneels at your feet, watching hungrily.
You moan, “Mmm. Do you like when I touch my pussy?”
[…] nods vigorously.
“Do you want to taste my pussy?”
[…] groans and slowly nods.
“How bad do you want to taste my pussy?”
[…] purses his lips and raises his eyebrows and looks around the room and motions vigorously to indicate, he’s not allowed to talk, but clearly, he wants to go down on you.
“Okay,” you say as you reach down and spread your pussy lips with both hands, “you can eat my pussy. But I’m warning you. This pussy has been eat by the best of the best. Don’t be upset if you can’t live up to–oh, fuuuuuck.”
[…]’s mouth covers your clit. He sucks on your clit like a hard candy, swirling it around in his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.” The pleasure is blinding.
You grab the back of […]’s head and pull his face closer to his carnal meal. He responds by sliding his thick, long, wet tongue inside your pussy. In and out. In and out.
“Oh… yes… fuck… mmm… fuck my pussy with your tongue…”
[…] obliges.
You writhe in pleasure. You don’t know what is coming over you. You look down at […] and he is staring straight at you while fucking your pussy with his tongue and sucking on your clit.
You look directly in his eyes and say, “Lick my fucking asshole, right fucking now.”
There is an audible “pop” as your clit slides out of […]’s mouth. He locks eyes with you as his tongue slides down your pussy, and circles your asshole.
You throw your head back in pleasure. Your body shudders and tenses. With one hand you squeeze and pinch your breasts and nipples. With the other, you vigorously rub your clit.
You can’t control your moans. They escape you like the banshee songs of which they are reminiscent.
His tongue is amazing, you think. You are getting so close.
“I… want you… to…,” you grab […] by the hair again and shove his face into your pussy, “suck my fucking clit!” You practically shout it, unable to control yourself.
[…] slides a finger into your pussy. You didn’t tell him to, but at this point, you don’t care one bit. He moves it in and out while he sucks and licks your clit.
“More…” you whisper.
He slides two fingers, then three inside of you. “Uh… mmm… yes…” you mumble, not even sure if you’re able to form words. He sucks your clit in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers.
You can’t take anymore. Your pussy gushes with your juices and his saliva. Your orgasm sends tremors through your body. You come harder than you’ve ever come from anyone going down on you.
After you calm down enough to think, a thought occurs to you: He eats pussy better than a fucking lesbian.
Breathing heavily, you manage to say, “Holy shit. Wow. That.. was literally the best pussy eating I’ve ever had.”
[…] shrugs. His face glossy from all his hard work.
You can’t control yourself. You lunge at him and shove your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back firmly. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You smell the sex on his face.
You pull back. “Okay.” […] raises an eyebrow. “Whew. Um. Yeah. Why don’t… you take a seat.”
Nick nods and goes to sit down. You almost literally slide onto the floor.
Looking up, you say, “Wait, take your pants off.”
He does. You suddenly realize something is missing.
“I guess I should have had Frankie get you some boxers, huh?” Nick shakes his head. “Briefs?” He shakes his head again. “Boxer briefs.” He nods. Boxer briefs. I can respect that, you think.
He is standing in front of you, engorged cock standing at attention. His balls hang tight and close to his body. He’s shaved.
“Hmm. Appreciate the grooming.”
[…] shrugs, nods and motions to your bare pussy.
“Yep. Gotta keep it clean if you want it eaten, that’s what I always say. Especially eaten like that.” […] smiles widely. “Now, sit down, Mr. […], and tell me how to bring some semblance of the pleasure you have bestowed upon me, to you.”
[…] sits, and silently motions to his mouth.
“Yes. You may talk.”
[…] sighs, “Well, shit. I don’t even know if I want to. Or what to say.”
“Well, I’ve never had a cock in my mouth. Not a real one, at least. I’m definitely going to need some instruction.”
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to suck your cock.” You grip his shaft tightly and start stroking it slowly.
“Mmm. Okay, well, you’re off to a great start.” Precome oozes out of the tip of […]’s cock. You eye it, intrigued. He meets your eyes, and his tone becomes more assertive, “Lick the precome off the tip of my cock.”
“Yes, sir.” You lower your mouth to the tip of his cock, and extend your tongue while staring into his eyes. You lick the precome off the tip. A string of precum stretches between your tongue and the tip of his cock. You lower your mouth on the head of his cock, but he stops you.
“Why don’t you start lower.”
“Lower?” you ask.
“Lower. Like, below my balls.”
“Like, your asshole…?” you ask unsurely.
“No, I mean, if you’re into that–”
“Okay.”
You lower your head and start licking the area between his balls and asshole. A solitary “Fuck,” escapes his lips as you feel him squirm in front of you.
“Yeah, that’s good. Holy shit. Now… spit on my cock. Now stroke it while you lick… Fuck. Mmm. Keep it wet with spit. Just like that.”
Your hand jerks his cock while your mouth moves from the bottom of the shaft to having both of his balls in your mouth to licking and sucking his perineum. His moans of pleasure encourage you. Your tongue drifts from his balls, past his perineum and finally, to his asshole.
When the tip of your tongue makes contact with his asshole, Nick’s body tenses and he releases a pleasure filled grunt.
Caution is for the weak, you tell yourself, as you hungrily and forcefully tongue […]’s asshole.
“Okay, okay,” […] says weakly. “Wow.”
You continue to lick and suck. You grab the part of the sack above his balls and squeeze gently, causing them to bulge. You then put them entirely in your mouth and suck, making a “pop” noise every time they leave your mouth.
You pop […]’s balls out of your mouth and ask, “Now what?” still stroking his cock slick with your spit.
Nick leans forward and enters your mouth with his tongue. You taste each other tasting each other. The sounds, tastes and smells are invigorating.
[…] sits back on the sofa and says, “Now, you suck my cock.”
You mock salute in the same way he did and smile. You lower your mouth onto the tip of his cock. You suck gently while stroking. He lifts his head to look at you. You lock eyes with your mouth surrounding the tip of his cock. You remove his cock from your mouth and flick the tip with your tongue while smiling and looking directly into […]’s eyes.
“Yes, just like that. Now, go deeper,” he says as he places a hand on the back of your head. He helps push his cock deeper into your mouth. The head of his cock gets stuck in the back of your throat. You widen your mouth and it slides even deeper. “Oh, wow,” he says as you tongue his balls while you deep throat his cock. You then start to move your head up and down. Long, slow strokes, using your hand as an extension of your mouth.
“That feels amazing.”
You keep sucking, slurping and stroking, moaning, “Mmm hmm…”
“I’m close,” says […], edging closer and closer to climax with each suck and stroke. You pull his cock out of your mouth, making that familiar “pop” noise he loves and tell him to stand up.
“Get up,” you say. “Stand up and fuck my mouth.”
[…] stands above you on your knees. His cock wet and gleaming. He smiles, “you sure?”
“Yep. I’ll tell you if I’ve had enough.” You smile.
“Okay, then.” […] takes both of his hands and gently grabs your head by the back and sides to guide your mouth. He starts slow, but goes deep. You gag, but reach out and grab both of his ass cheeks to force more cock down your throat. He’s thrusting into your mouth and throat as you pull him deeper.
“Fuck. Play with my balls.”
You remove one hand from his ass cheek and start tickling his hanging balls. Then, you grab and start tugging and stroking them in time with his cock in your mouth. With your other hand, you slide your middle finger up his perineum and back to his asshole. Your wet fingertip circles his asshole gently.
“Oh, yes.” He’s fucking your mouth faster and harder. “I’m going to come. Don’t fucking stop.”
His words cause a renewed vigor to your sucking, tugging and playing. He is fucking your mouth harder and deeper. “Oh, shiiiit.”
You pull the cock out of your mouth and stroke it with your mouth open, looking straight up, as streams of come spurt over your head, onto your face and into your mouth. You smile and put his cock back into your mouth yielding a gasp from […]. You suck, hard and slow, letting him finish and convulse until he is entirely spent. You sit there for a minute, him standing above you, and you suck, and lick his come into your mouth, and swallow every last drop.
You feel exhausted, and turned on. You feel euphoric.
That’s probably why you didn’t hear Frankie enter the apartment.
“So, we’re trying new things today, huh?” She smiles at your come covered face. “I thought you might like it.”
“Yeah, but I still haven’t been properly fucked by this,” you reach out and quickly grip and release […]’s waning cock. He flinches and then sheepishly smiles.
“Yeah. I might need a minute.” […] says, his chest heaving and cock becoming flaccid.
“Well, I mean…” Frankie starts to walk toward you and […]. She reaches down and starts unbuttoning her blouse, and says, “if we’re trying new things and all…” You smile as she removes her blouse and it falls to the floor just as she gets to you.
THE END
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