It was one of those hot sticky evenings when the heat just gets trapped in the air, the night feels restless and sleep never seems to come. Lights are all off and only the dim blue light of television screens or mobiles phones can be seen glowing in peoples windows. The sound of insects can be heard clearly from open widows and doors that fail to catch a cool breeze. The air hangs thick and the only relief is in front of a fan or under the AC. Clothes and sheets cling to sweaty legs and anything more than lying still creates discomfort.
Under the pale dim light of your phone your body is silhouetted, reclined on your bed, creating an erotic landscape of shadows on the walls of your bedroom. Your knees are high and your legs are open, the rhythmic movement of your hand just visible between them. Your fingers dance over your sensitive folds and play and pull at the hood of your clit. Your fingers visibly glisten in the dim light, your pussy feeling deliciously cool and open under the passing breeze of an oscillating fan.
Your other hand scrolls along the words of my latest message. Your eyes widen as you casually flick between our filthy messages and a video of me cumming hard and loud to your name, my cock pumping a fountain of cum off screen as I milk it firmly with my fist. You imagine your pussy gripping me like that and the fat head of my cock squirting hot cum deep inside you. The image still firmly in your mind, you flick back to the words as your fingers swirl around the swollen head of your clit.
You dip your fingers deep into your slick cunt and imagine my cock fucking and stretching you. Your pussy bears down tightly on your fingers as you picture my moans of torturous pleasure at the feeling of your intimate moist grip on my cock. Sweat beads on your skin as you feel the slow build of another orgasm, letting yourself teeter again on the edge, savouring and enjoying your indulgent escape from reality.
“Fuck my dirty little cunt, I need your cum inside me, I’m a dirty girl and you know it!”, spitting the words between gritted teeth, longing for the feeling of my seed inside you.
Your ass clenches hard and your legs slam together as you feel the walls of your pussy quiver around your fingers. Your clit throbs hard against your palm as bolts of ecstasy run through your body.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhh!, your moans come out too loudly, now tightly cupping your mouth and pussy. Bucking and writhing with each delicious wave, the sensation lasting much longer than expected.
Finally your body goes limp as you spread out lifeless on the mattress, your sensitive clit still pulsing uncontrollably. You lie still and breathless, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness and peace flow over you. Crucified, your arms extended out wide, palms to the ceiling.
“Fuck you and thank you”, you whisper silently, cursing and blessing me at the same time.
You wonder if that is the best thing you will do this long weekend.
As if in reply, you notice the small red dot indicating a message on the screen of the phone that was hastily dropped on the sheets right next to your head. Curiosity getting the better of you, you grunt with effort to pick up the phone, tapping on the message icon.
‘Wishing you a happy Long Weekend’, reads the message with an IMGUR link below it.
“You fucking dirty tease”, you curse imagining another teasing image or the like, pressing the link.
Surprisingly it’s not. Instead you are presented with a pretty boring POV picture of what seems to be a person inside a drab motel room looking out on a car park. Your face twists as your post orgasmic brain tries to figure out the meaning of my message. This one has you unaroused and stumped.
“What the fuck are you up to?”, you say unamused, expecting more thought and creativity.
You hold the phone closer to your face, studying the image closely, desperately trying to figure out the riddle.
You notice a ticket of some sort in the hand of the person, you pick your fingers, cursing as you zoom in for more detail.
You can just make out the text on the plane ticket. The scene in the photo also seeming eerily familiar to you now.
Suddenly you realise the sign in the car park of the Motel is the same one about 10 minutes drive from your house.
“Noooooooo waaaaay”, you gasp.
Your heart now thumping hard and fast in your chest.
Oh, my, what, the, ohhhhh, shit, no”, you stammer, trying to reign in the sudden rush of adrenaline to your body. “For christ sake, pull yourself together!”
Sitting upright you try and take slow deep breaths, fighting hard to maintain a clear head. The fact that I was now close by, within grasp, was becoming a shocking reality. Same country, same state, almost the same fucking block. You think of all the dirty and wonderful things we had discussed doing to each other. Your clit now flexing at some of the images in your head.
“You fucking want this, you deserve this, for once in your life have fun, for fucks sake!” you say the words repeatedly, rolling them over and over in your head.
You notice another unread message icon.
Your nervous finger taps again.
‘Put a dessert spoon in the freezer now, hurry I am waiting ! ’
Your mind races with what this could possibly mean and if it could possibly be a masters term for something far more interesting. Giving up, you slip on a long shirt and pink panties and slink off to the kitchen.
‘Done ’, you reply
Another message pops up in your inbox.
‘I want you’
You quickly click on the link underneath. A video begins of me sitting in what looks like a car seat. I slowly unbuttons my jeans and belt, freeing my cock, massaging and stroking it through my hand. You watch as the limp meat grows steadily harder and fatter till it slides stiff and rigid through my tightening fist.
You hear me grunt lustily, “Fuck, I need to fuck your pretty little pussy RIGHT NOW!”
The words and the images light the fires of your arousal again and you cup your cotton covered pussy tightly. You slowly feel that same desire to fuck building within you, as you grind slowly against your cupped fingers. Both old and new juices making a cool wet patch in the crease of the pink coloured material. The smell of your need now hanging in the thick warm air.
Another message.
‘I want to see you here, 2 minutes, bring the spoon! ‘.
You open the attached image, your heart races, your pussy aches. It’s a photo from inside a car, looking out at a window, your window.
You feel a thrill of excitement and trepidation at the thought of standing there, me seeing you in the flesh for the first time. Without hesitation you grab the now icy spoon and head for the bedroom window.
Standing in the dark you slowly pull the curtains back, your body lightly bathed in pale moonlight and the orange glow of a nearby street light. You notice a black sedan sitting on the street, a driver just visible behind the tinted windows.
A message,
‘Good girl’
Your heart beats loudly in your ears, you feel naughty, sexy and very very wanted.
You flash your crooked smile and slowly suck on your index finger, knowing it will drive me wild.
A message,
‘Take your top off, show me your magnificent tits, use the spoon on your nipples’
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’, you think, as you lift your shirt over your head, letting your breasts hang freely in the moonlight. The brave act giving you a sudden rush of sexual liberation, and a yearning to be free, exposed and completely open.
Still smiling you drag the cool spoon over the curve of your breasts, teasing each nipple with the cold metallic surface. Your nipples stand hard and tight against the warm night air as you revel in the delightfully erotic sensation. You stare with lust filled eyes at my silhouette, lifting and offering your breasts to me, stopping to pluck seductively on each hard nipple.
A message,
‘You are SOOOOO FUCKING HOT, you are melting me!’
‘Use the spoon on your pussy now,
SHOW ME’
You boldly edge forward a little, your breasts almost grazing the glass. You slowly drag the spoon over your belly and down to your silky pink mound. Still staring, smiling and squeezing a nipple.
The icy cold metal feels amazing on your steaming hot pussy through the fabric of your panties. Your clit jumps to attention at the delicious sensation of the smooth curved surface circling it. Slowly you drag the spoon all the way along the crease in the fabric, teasing your lips and now widening opening. Your hips gently sway as you slowly fuck the cutlery, your wetness now clearly visible, even to me.
A message,
‘Be a good girl now and fuck yourself with that spoon for me!’
Squatting slightly, you slowly pull your panties to the side, spreading the slick folds of your wet cunt. You slowly insert the spoon sideways, turning it once inside you so the curve rubs against the top of your vaginal canal, massaging your now puffy G spot. The freezing hard steel feels amazing inside your hot pussy as you start to pump the spoon inside you.
You bite hard on your lip as the hard metal smashes perfectly against your sensitive core. Your cunt now sounding like the splashing of a wet muddy puddle.
“FUCK!, I love what you do to my body, what you make me do to my body”, you moan to yourself, realising just how fucking hot and sexy this act and being exposed to the street actually is.
With that thought a gigantic orgasm explodes from deep inside your womb. Your head shoots up, mouth wide open in a silent moan and eyes wide in ecstasy.
Your thighs shake as you pull the glistening spoon from inside you, dripping with a dessert of your juices. You fold gently to the ground, buckling on all fours under the power of your pleasure.
“Fuck me, that was a big one”, you whisper, sweaty, breathless and thoroughly exhausted.
Another message.
‘That was the single hottest thing I have seen I my life!!! ’
‘Spoon and panties in the letterbox’
-Part 2 soon
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ir2ece/home_alone_part_1_fm_a_sub_gets_an_unexpected