I walk into a large white room with a high ceiling. There are six ceramic sconces at regular intervals along two opposite walls but no artificial light. The late afternoon sun is broken up by a thin white curtain across a long run of French windows, bathing the room in a gentle yellow glow. The room is bright, clean and opulent – marble tiles, large potted plants and a faint smell of sandalwood.
In the centre of the room there’s a large white couch. I’m walking towards it from the back, driven by anticipation that someone – not just someone – you, are waiting on that sofa. My mouth is dry and I’m moving on autopilot, one foot following the other along an imperceptible desire line. Where am I? Does this place exist just for me.
I’m almost a meter from the sofa when I first see you. Toes lit up with ultraviolet polish stretching from long smooth legs down to the far armrest. I approach in slow motion, my eyes transfixed by your skin, my breath caught in my throat as if the smallest sound might disturb the mirage. But this is real, I can smell perfume and sex and can feel myself becoming aroused. Gradually my eyes devour your body inch by inch. Your parted thighs capped by baby blue knickers, sheer and lace and stretched by the hand inside them, its fingers making slow circles between your legs. You’re masturbating and it’s beautiful. I follow the contours of your waist and the sharper angles of your ribs as I round the armrest, another flash of baby blue from the matching lace bra pushing your perfect breasts together. You moan softly and my eyes dart to find the source of the sound. Your full lips are parted slightly, the white of your teeth in contrast with the bright crimson lipstick. I want your lips. I need to feel them brush against mine. Your eyes are closed, dark with mascara and eye liner, a small dot below each lid emphasising your beauty with correct grammar. Long brown hair fans out behind you, as you arch your neck with pleasure.
I’m beside you now and the want is unbearable. I dig my fingers into your thigh and trace them up your leg. You open your eyes with a start then hold my gaze, brilliant blue framed in black eye make up. Lace rustles under my fingertips and I feel your fingers moving below. I put my hand on yours and follow your movements from above the fabric, our eyes still locked together. I lean in and kiss you. Our soft lips pressing together and parting as my tongue caresses yours. The kiss is deep and passionate, the intensity driving my lips to your throat, biting and teasing your neck as your breathing deepens. Your free hand snakes up my thigh until your squeezing my erection through my trousers, feeling out every inch of length and girth through the linen. I stand up and pull my t-shirt over my head, revealing muscular arms and a broad chest. unbuckling my belt and snatching at my fly, you pull my clothes off, and instantly cup my balls in the palm of your hand, pulling me towards you, your eyes taking in the thickness of my cock, then looking me dead in the eyes once again. You grip the base of my shaft and pull my dick towards your mouth, your wet tongue tasting the tip, then licking the full length in one long movement. Our eyes are still locked together when you part your lips and French kiss the head of my thick cock. I’m impossibly hard in your mouth and your hand reaches round my hips to squeeze the flesh of my bum, pulling more and more of my dick into your hot, wet mouth. You work your head up and down the length of my cock, your tongue swirling round the head each time you pull back. I run a hand through your hair then take a firm grip, matching your movements but holding you close to me for an extra second each time. I start to thrust my hips in time with you, forcing more and more of my cock into your throat. My other hand wraps around your neck, gently squeezing until I can feel my dick moving inside your throat. Your eyes are watering and you gag. I let you breathe for a second, then force your drooling mouth back onto my dick, fucking your face harder and quicker now, squeezing your throat tighter. Your mascara is running down your face a little and your chin is shiny with spit and my precum. I can see your shoulder moving faster and know you’re still touching yourself. Your chest is flushed and your throat bulging with my thick cock and I feel my balls tighten, an incredible heat burning at the base of my cock. I keep your hair gripped tight but stop pushing on your head. You’re taking my whole cock in your mouth by yourself and I can’t hold on, I cum deep in your throat. You let your head fall onto the cushion and take the second burst on your tongue, then stoke my orgasm out over your body, covering your face and breasts, the excitement and your fingers bringing on your own orgasm as my hot cum coats your skin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kndjue/smut_i_wrote_for_a_murakami_fan
Extremely HOT! Wow!