I remember the time…
It had been a long day. But hey, it was hump day, so at least the week was looking up.
You pulled in the driveway, and walked to the door. It’s funny, you never even check the door, just assume it’s locked and put the key in. You know, I HAD left it wide open for you.
You opened the door and walked in. I was prepped – I had been waiting since you pulled in the driveway. You pushed the door closed behind you and took a step towards the kitchen.
SLAM! Your body hit the wall. Not hard, but shockingly fast. You yelped, dropping your bag and flailing, trying to react. In a dark voice yelled, “QUIET!” and pressed an arm against your back, holding you flat. That made you freeze. That wasn’t a voice you recognized – and your reaction was priceless. Your limbs went stiff and I could tell your mind was racing…
“You can either enjoy this, or not, choice is yours!” I grabbed your ass, a quick, deep squeeze, then moved up your side grasping at your shirt, roughly pulling it free from your pants. Once out, my hand slid under your shirt against your abdomen, pressing my fingers into your skin. I tried to push my fingers down your pants, but they don’t fit. You let out a slight squeal. I’m not sure if that was fear or excitement – sometimes it’s hard to tell.
“I said, be QUUUIIIEETTTT! Understand?” The low, deep, scratchy voice more of a command than a scolding. The squeal stops and your head nods slowly.
I struggle for another moment at your waistband, but it won’t relent. “then how about this?” I whisper, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and ripping it sideways – the buttons fly off, skittering across the floor. Your shirt, hanging wide open, exposing your stomach and bra. I can’t see it against the wall, but I can imagine – that tight stomach… I’m sure you’re wearing one of the cute bras. I hope it is thin and old, I would hate to ruin a new one. But, this is YOUR fantasy… You deserve it.
The pressure on your back is released, and a moment later, your shirt is pulled down your back, off your shoulders and down to your elbows, trapping your arms, but exposing you. “No…” I hear, just barely audible. I lean into you, my mouth next to your neck, and whisper slowly, “Are you sure?” I exhale my hot breath across your neck before placing my lips against the base of your neck, the tip of my tongue touching your skin, wetting it, as I breathe hot air across the wetness.
Still pinning you against the wall, my lips and tongue move up the side of your neck to just behind your ear and then back down, kissing their way across your back to the other side, before licking up to the other ear. As I reach your ear with my tongue, my other hand grabs your stomach and moves, pushing up firmly until it reaches your bra. The fingers press underneath the wire and strip the bra up and over your breast, letting your flesh fall free.
This was where the fun really began. Your nipples were rock hard, standing straight out, unyielding. I almost spun you around and kissed you hard right then and there. But your fantasy wasn’t over yet…
“So, you chose to enjoy this, eh? Let’s see if that’s true for what comes next!” You still can’t place that voice. Gravelly, but not like a smoker’s…
A body presses against you, pushing against your entire back with his chest, this man is taller than you. By a few inches, but not much more. But, he’s big. Big enough to hold you immobile.
Hands grab your pants at the waistline, pulling your hips away from the wall while holding your face hard. Your hands drop, grabbing his, trying to resist. You dig your nails into his wrists, trying to pull those hands away. “STOP!” the command was final. You pause for a moment and lighten your grip just a little. Is he serious? Is he going to hurt me? I can feel your heart racing, your adrenaline pumping.
Suddenly, your pants are open, all the way down. The zipper didn’t even try to stop him. His hands gripping the side of your pants, you feel his chest slowly move down your back, keeping you pressed into the wall, but moving down. Your pants reached your knees as you realize his lips have been kissing down your spine the whole way. Not gentle… rough, but thorough!
And that’s when I knew I had you. Your legs almost collapsed as my mouth moved from your lower back to your ass. My tongue pressed against the very top of your crack, and your legs buckled – but you caught yourself, one arm reaching around the doorway, holding yourself up. That was it. You weren’t trying to get away anymore, now you were helping.
I moved my mouth to the side a little and bit your ass cheek. Not hard, but enough that you knew you were being enjoyed. My hands, one on each leg, wrapped around the front of your knees and pushed up, pulling your legs backwards into my chest as my fingers traced up your thighs and into the crease at the top.
As you felt those hands move up your legs, you moaned, “oh god…” The powerful fingers pulled you back just a little, your ass meeting resistance, and then you felt it. A tongue between your cheeks. The wetness, the heat. Your hips rocked forward, exposing your ass just a little bit. You were opening up to that tongue and couldn’t believe what was happening, but your body wanted it – nevermind what your brain said.
That tongue, pressing, searching, tasting. moving up and down your crack. Oh, it hit your hole and sparks flew! Why were asses so sensitive? That wasn’t fair! The whimper leaving your lips was involuntary, and oh so sexy.
I moved my tongue back down. I had a goal. I felt your legs widen for me as I pressed my chin between your thighs. It was difficult, but eventually you rocked your hips enough that my tongue reached the back of your already soaking wet slit. Oh yes, you were very much enjoying this!
In case you didn’t know, you taste fantastic! This was exciting, but the taste of your wetness, already dripping from you, that was HOT, and I absolutely needed to have you.
You had to have felt me pull away. Another second later and your body yanked from the wall and spun around. You tried to look at your assaulter, but your body was moving too fast. He pushed you against the stair newel post, grasping your neck and folding you over onto the railing. You got a great view of the wooden stairs and not much more.
Then it hit you! One hand holding your neck down against the railing, you felt a second hand wrapped around your hips, making a line directly for your pussy. A foot kicked your legs apart, almost knocking your over. The heat suddenly surging into you made you straighten your legs, your eyes instantly wide open.
And then you screamed! Not agony, but shock. A huge mass pushed straight into you, it was on fire! Your pussy screamed from the suddenness, that feeling coming out of your mouth, unbidden!
Another moment later and your body rebelled against your mind again. You pushed back against him, pushing hard onto that cock. You could now feel the head, hitting your cervix. That was pain! What glorious pain! Too far, but not far enough! You needed more.
You pushed back again, letting up, and pushing into him again. The reply came swiftly, thrust after thrust. The stair post driving into your pelvis – that was REAL pain. But, it didn’t matter, as long as that searing cock kept hammering into you.
And then you started shaking… I wasn’t sure whether you were really ok or not. The tremors started in your legs at first, but the post held you up. Then your arms started flailing, and your torso was shaking. Your head rolled off one side of the railing, and the noise that came out of your mouth was just a little disturbing. It sounded like you were having a seizure… And then your hands reached back and grabbed me, clenching your nails into my butt and pulling me into you. then I knew you were just fine – and the only thing you needed was more.
Both my hands went to your shoulders, and I pounded as hard as I could! I hoped the post didn’t break – it is apparently much stronger than our bed. Again and again, your pussy clenching me. The feel of your wetness sliding along my shaft. in and out, in and out… Pushing in, bottoming out inside of you. That is such a feeling… And every time I thrust in, your nails dug deeper, holding my there, the shaking continuing.
and that was all I could take. My first moan, I couldn’t help it – it was my normal voice – “aaahhh…..” and then I held inside of you as hard as I could push, and exploded! I’m sure you felt me – because your cry was almost instantaneous. My cock pulsed, and then again, and several more times, after each, I pulled out a hair and rammed home, another shot into you.
After a few more, my grip relaxed and I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, followed by the occasional post-ejaculation spasm. Your hands let go of my ass and drooped, falling towards the floor, just hanging there, your body spent.
It amazes me how quickly my cock shrinks after something like that. A minute later, I was almost falling out of you, so I withdrew. You moaned a little – almost a pouty sound – like a child having their blanket taken. I stood back and looked at you. So perfect. So beautiful. All messed up, just hanging on the railing, almost like a cat. your legs almost limp – just barely holding you up. your arms dangling. A pretty funny look – I wish I had a camera.
And just below your ass… You started dripping. The result of our passion, just starting to leak out of you. Glistening drops forming along your lips. Maybe I should help you with that. Maybe, just maybe, you’d enjoy my tongue, tracing around you! Or maybe I’ll save that for the next time…
I walk up to you, gliding my hand over your sweaty skin, stopping next to your head. I lean over and whisper, “next time, maybe you should lock the door when you leave.” And after a second, and a long intake of breath, you reply, “I don’t think I’ll ever lock the door again!”
Then you lift your head, turning towards me, and smile. A weak, satisfied smile. The happiest smile I’ve seen in a long time.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w50a7d/just_a_wednesday_afternoon_m40f40