In the Beginning: Mr. Wright prequel [MF]

I knocked on the door of a nice apartment in a gated community in Buckhead. The ad said that rent was negotiable. I wasn’t sure if I could negotiate it into my price range. I needed work but to find it, I needed a local address. Everything I owned, which wasn’t much, was loaded in the bed of my truck in the parking deck of this apartment building.

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When she opened the door, she took my breath away. She was petite with long black hair. She seemed too dressed up to meet a potential roommate, in a tight dress, as black as her hair, and heels to match. Her makeup was impeccable and the deep red of her lipstick drew my attention to her mouth and made my mind wander to things she might do with it. Her dress was short and her muscular rear made it necessary to pull it back down occasionally.

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After introducing herself as Lydia, she motioned me to a chair in the living room. She took her place on the couch across from me and her short dress rode up her thighs, presenting a distracting view, blocked only by the crossing of her legs. She thumbed through the folder, that I had given her, containing all my pertinent information. On the phone, she had listed several items that she said we’re required for the special, lowered, rate on rent. One of which was a form completed by a doctor at the health department confirming that I had been tested for drugs and a whole panel of diseases and been found negative. It also had my surgical history, which was limited to a vasectomy from a previous life. Beggars can’t be choosers, so I complied and had the forms completed.

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After what seemed like an eternity, Lydia spoke, “You seem a little nervous. Is everything alright?”

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“Well, yes Ma’am. This is all a little odd to me and to be honest, I think I’m a bit out of my price range.”

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“I’ll tell you what. You let me worry about that and let’s see if we can get you to relax a bit.” she said as she uncrossed her legs and stood up. I couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing underwear and the thought caused a stirring feeling in my loins as her heels clicked on the marble floor on her way over to me.

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She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, bringing her face within inches of mine. “Jonas Wright. Mr. Wright. I like that. Can you hear ok?” I nodded. “Good, because in my experience, Mr. Wright, men stare at my lips for one of two reasons. Either they can’t hear well and they are reading them, or they want me to do things with them. Allow me show you what they can do.”

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With that, she placed her plump lips to mine. She tasted sweet and she licked her tongue across the bottom of my top lip as a tease as she pulled back. She kissed me again as her fingers slowly worked to free the buttons of my shirt. As she unfastened each button her lips traced a path down my chest to my abs. When the last button was free, she pulled my shirt down and sort of pinned my arms in place at my sides. She ran her fingers through my chest hair and said, “Perfect. Just enough to remind a woman that she’s with a man.”

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Her fingers trailed down my body to my belt and she began to pull it open. I swear I could hear every tooth of my zipper as she slowly unzipped my pants. She motioned for me to lift my hips as she pulled them down. I was mostly erect by the time my pants pulled free of my penis. When she saw it, she stopped and said, “Oh, wow! You just keep getting better.”

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She kept pulling until my pants and boots were completely gone and then she stood up, retrieved a pillow from the couch, laid it at my feet, and knelt down onto it while twisting her hair up into a bun and securing it with a hairband from her wrist. I throbbed in anticipation as she pressed those plump red lips to the underside of my glans. Her eyes never broke contact with mine as she continued to kiss me up and down my shaft, interspersed with runs of her tongue up and down and around the head. She kissed her way down to my scrotum and took each testicle into her mouth before licking her way back up to my glans and firmly flicked her tongue past the tip, never breaking her gaze into my eyes, as if to ensure that I was watching her whole performance.

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It was like being on a roller coaster and the kissing and licking were the clicks of the gears as we neared the top of the first hill. She wrapped both of her hands around the shaft of my throbbing cock and kissed the underside one last time before sealing her lips around the very tip. The clicking stopped. She gave me a slow deliberate wink and I felt her suction increase dramatically. She shut her eyes tightly and my head disappeared between her lips. Freefall.

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I have never felt anything like what happened next. It was almost like the weightlessness that you experience as the car starts to fall. I could almost feel the suction in my stomach, as if she was going to turn me inside out. Her hands and mouth worked separately but in unison, creating an intense sensation from the tip to the base. Her tongue worked the head furiously as she moved me in and out. Her hands stroked and twisted independently, in time with each other, sliding against the smooth, slick skin of my shaft. Lydia tightened her grip with her bottom hand and moved her top hand to my balls. She took up the slack with her mouth and I felt the tightness of her throat on my glans as she slid me down it. She pumped me in and out like that until my hips began to move involuntarily in response to her. I wanted to grab her but my arms were still pinned by my shirt.

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When she felt my hips begin to buck, she moved her other hand down until she was massaging my perineum with both of her thumbs and she sank my cock the rest of the way down her throat. She worked it in and out a few inches before pulling all the way back to the head. She continued this, in, out, in, out, in ,out, repeatedly until she felt the muscles in my perineum begin to tense. Then, like the final series of twists and turns, all hell broke loose. Her thumbs pressed into my pelvic floor muscles as she shook and twisted her head on each stroke. I couldn’t move or breathe but I managed to moan out, “Fuck!” In response, she gave a self- satisfied moan that I could feel down my shaft and I lost it. Her thumbs kneaded my perineum as she sucked and stroked hot blasts of cum from my tumescent member.

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As my sensitivity increased, she slowed and took my shaft in her hand again, milking me into the suction of her mouth. She periodically increased suction and motion to both tease me and test how quickly I was recovering. Soon she started full on sucking again as I managed to free my arms from my shirt.

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I reached down and pulled her up. I lifted her and carried her to the couch. I spread her knees apart and got my first good look at her beautiful pink flower as I began to kiss my way up her thighs. I kissed each side of her before parting her labia. She was dripping wet as I slipped my tongue into her sweet, warm lips. I licked up and down between her vaginal opening and her clit as I felt it stiffen against my tongue. My focus narrowed and I inserted a thick finger into her tight warmth until I found the spot right behind her clit. I massaged it between my finger and tongue until she was squirming and rocking her hips against my face. Her fingers gripped my hair as I kept a steady rhythm going for her. She got louder and her moans got higher pitched and more breathy. She shook a little as the climax hit her. Her thighs closed around my head as she came. She seemed to be trying to push me away while pulling me closer at the same time. I did the only thing that I could do. I kept massaging her with my tongue as her moans turned to screams and she finally collapsed and freed my head from her thighs. She flexed her hands from where her knuckles had turned white from gripping my hair and she began to collect herself.

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“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”

“Where I’m from, the only things to do for fun is get drunk or fuck, or both. I’ve never been much of a drinker.”

She pulled me up onto the couch and straddled me. My huge frame dwarfed hers as she guided me into her. Her tightness surprised me as we worked it in inch by inch, slowly, until she couldn’t take anymore of my length. She began to work her hips in a circular motion grinding her tight, warm, wetness on my shaft. I placed a hand on the small of her back and pressed her closer so that her clit would be stimulated from both sides as she ground herself onto me. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and her breathing changed. She looked into my eyes and I knew that she was getting close. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. She began to moan out words the best she could as she got closer. “Fuck……you’re….so……oh my g…..fuck…..it’s so…..fuck!….fuck!……fuuuuuuuck!”

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The sound and feel of her approaching the summit made me lose control. I held on as long as I could to try to get her there. I felt her nails on my skin and her moans became squeaks as she succumbed to wave after wave of orgasmic contractions. I couldn’t hold out any longer and I exploded deep inside her.

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She violently kissed, bit, and sucked my lips as she struggled to move. She kept stopping to get off, only to resume kissing me until she finally collapsed onto me.

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She said, “You are absolutely perfect. I think I have a way that you can live here with me rent free and make more money than you can spend.”

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“Oh really. How is that?”

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“I want you to come with me to a party.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bvhobk/in_the_beginning_mr_wright_prequel_mf