Kristi looked up at the man on her, his arms holding him up as his cock thrust into her repeatedly. She moaned as her orgasm approached, oh so close. She felt his arms move, laying his body onto hers. A hand moved to her ass, drawing her closer, and the other went to her head, pushing it aside so his lips could find spots on her neck.
She thrashed, her body overwhelmed with pleasure when he stopped. Stopped thrusting, stopped kissing, stopped grabbing her ass. She opened her eyes, alone in bed, her vibrator on her clit dead.
Fuck, she never charged the thing. Her pussy felt soaked, and she plunged a finger into herself to get it wet for her clit. Rubbing, she looked at her darken room, becoming too upset to continue. Her boyfriend…ex-boyfriend wasn’t really fucking her like she loved. No, he had left months ago.
She stood up, opening the blinds of her bedroom to see the mid morning sun before moving in front of her full length mirror.
Tracing her body, her hand went over her nipples, her B cup breasts still high and firm. Her pussy had some small…ok, not so small fuzz growing. She looked deeper. Turning 27 today, and she was alone, with a burnt out sex toy. Her red hair needed a washing. She turned, looking at her ass, daydreaming of a loud slap to leave a hand imprint on it. Kristi knew she needed to get out. Needed a man, a cock, a load of cum. It had been too long.
Looking in her closet she went to the drawer. A drawer she hadn’t opened in some time. The sexy drawer. The lingerie drawer. Looking though it, wanting to find something that gave her courage. Courage enough to go out there, approach a man and demand he fuck her. Grabbing a few favorites, starting the shower, she began to prepare.
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Asher looked up at the sky, watching the wind whip the flags. Weather usually didn’t stop him from working in IT, but with the power flickering the boss decided to just let everyone go home at lunch. Not quite ready to go home, especially since it was an hour train ride, and he hadn’t had lunch, he figured, why not spoil himself. Pulling open the door to the “Brentwood Pub” he saw Cindy, his favorite matronly bartender. Bartender and cook. Bartender, cook and bouncer. No one crossed Cindy.
“Asher!” she cried from the far end of the bar. She was standing in front a random patron. Asher saw Dave reading his tablet, and Johnny watching whatever Cindy had left on the screen. As his eyes adjust to the interior dim, he really saw the new person, a woman, attractive with red hair. He sat several chairs away from her at the bar, a spot to be able to look, but giving her some space. He ordered a pint, burger and fries. His usual, so Cindy barely listened as she turned to call the order to Doug, the cook.
A few sips of his pint and he caught the eye of the redhead, taking a sip of something brown and neat. He raised his glass to her, and thought he heard a “You’ll do” muttered before she took another sip and stood up. She walked towards him in a black dress that stood out in the grimy bar, her heels clicking on the wood. Her hair hung down, and her lipstick was a bright red. As his mother would say, “hooker red”. He perked up as she took the seat next to him, asking his name. “Asher”, he replied as she gave hers “Kristi, with an I” and they shook hands. A formal greetings indeed.
“Look, I’m not here for small talk, it’s my birthday – “
“Congrats”
“Oh thanks, it’s my birthday, I’ve been single for months, and my fucking sex toy died this morning. You seem ok, not ugly, and available”, she swigged the remaining liquor down, “so want to come back to my place?”
Asher stared, wondering how this cute girl single, and how she picked him of all guys. “Sure, let me finish my beer. So just sex? Do you want anything exactly? Might as well try to make the birthday sex good.”
“I’m looking for raw sex. Ass slapping, hair pulling, throat choking sex.” She turned a little red, the alcohol gave her the courage to talk, but didn’t make her less embarrassed by her desires.
“Yeah, I can do that, fuck finishing the beer,” he said leaving the half finished pint on the bar, “Hey Cindy, can you box that for me, I’ll grab it on my way home,” and left a $20 bill next to his beer.
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Asher held the door open to watch Kristi leave, and the wind whipped up her black dress, leaving the sight of her red thong on Asher mind. She staggered, the wind knocking her off balance in her heels and he rushed to catch her. Grateful, she said “Thank you” and they walked elbows locked. A intimate gesture for two people simply looking to fuck. She led him just a few blocks to a 5 story apartment building. Fishing in her small clutch purse she got out a key card and buzzed them in.
She walked in front of him, the heels giving her a sway, her red hair bouncing. Stopping at the elevator door they waited in silence for the doors to open. Feeling bold, Asher reached out to cup her ass, feeling her flimsy panties. Leaning down, her kissed the back of her neck, feeling goosebumps as he other hand went up to her arm to hold her in place. The chime of the elevator stopped the momentary touching, as it opened up to show emptiness. “Perfect” thought Asher, remembering she wanted it hard and rough. Sure she wouldn’t stop him from doing much, he pushed her along the wall after she hit the 3 button.
Leaning down, kissing her as one palm grabbed a head of hair, roughly bending her neck, and exposing her. Asher sucked that neck again, biting it, and hearing her moans as he did. Feeling under her dress, he rub her clit outside the thong, just feeling along side it. Pushing a finger in, he found her mound shaven, her hole wet. She began to thrust towards him, trying to draw his fingers onto or into her. Pulling away, he brought the finger to her lips, and she devoured her own taste off of him. The chime straightened them up, but the midday weekday left the apartment empty of people.
Steadying herself, she walked to her place, and opened up the door, going in first. The carpeted living room, a small kitchen, and what he assumed were doors to a bedroom and a bathroom. Modest, if small, she bent over to take off the heels. He lifted the dress, getting a clear look at her ass for the first time, stroking it with both hands, spreading it wide to see the thong against her asshole and pussy.
“Leave the shoes on”, and she stopped. He stood her up, and found the zipper behind her. He unzipped it, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. He turned her, her bare breasts taut, not needing any bra. He pinched a nipple, drawing a moan, and when he applied more pressure a grunt. Kissing her again, he placed her hand on his cock. She stroking it through his pants while they made out. He was a little above average, length and girth, and she seemed pleased with him.
Pushing to knees, he had her wait. He moved into the apartment, sitting on her couch, and took off his shoes, socks, and pulled his pants button loose. “Crawl, come to me and suck my cock” he said, surprised by his authoritarian mindset. But she did, her ass high in the air, she crawled to him, coming up to his waist and pulling his pants down. Releasing his member she stroked it, in awe of a dick for the first time in months. She played with his precum, before licking it off and he shuddered. He was incredibly turned on, and wanted to ram his erection into her mouth. But he waited, knowing he had time to enjoy.
She began licking and sucking, before pushing her mouth down it all. She worked on getting it deep in her throat, making it nearly the whole way, only an inch or so off. She looked up, her mouth full of cock, her eyes watering, and drool running down her chin. Asher took that moment to pull his cock out, and slap it across her face. She gasped, the smacks leaving wet trails of spit. He pushed back in, allowing her to go back down on him. Trailing a hand down her spine, he reached her ass, giving it two loud cracks of his palm. He felt the heat off her skin where he struck. She moaned around his cock, so he did the other cheek, again causing the skin to warm. He leaned further, his middle finger inserted into her wet channel. Fingering her a few minutes he added a second one, push her onto his cock, spit roasting her between his hand a groin.
Soon she became controlling of it herself, back and forth, faster and faster. Asher felt she might be close and grabbed her head, forcing his entire cock down her passage. Her air cut off she tried to pull away, but he held firm, continuing to saw his fingers. He let her go, allowing several quick breathes before he returned to her mouth. Again the spit roast, this time though she was close, her orgasm impending, she began to thrust, ignoring his cock. He pulled her in, holding her deep until she came, moaning over his dick. He pulled out his fingers, dropping out of her mouth, sitting back in the coach. Kneeling, she was panting, her body shiny from sweat, exertion, and pussy.
“My god” she said, standing up, in heels and that thong. That soaked thong. The dark red material clinging to her mound. “Let me clean up, and change. I want to be in fresh lingerie when we fuck. Grab some water, or something if you want” and she walked to the bathroom. He watched her ass until the door shut and he heard the sink start. Asher pulled his remaining clothes off, folding them, placing the pile by the door. He was getting some water when he heard the door open and shut, and open and shut again. “Must be in the bedroom now” he thought turning naked back to the living room. His cock had dropped down some, still wet with saliva. He went back to the couch and sat waiting.
She came out, barefoot, black fishnet stockings, and clamps on her nipples that bounced when she walked. In her hand she held a condom, and some lube. Kneeling again in front of him she sucked his flaccid cock back life. Her tongue wrapped around the shaft head, and soon he was fully erect once again. Ripping open the condom wrapper she unrolled it over his shaft, spilling some lube onto the prophylactic before climbing on to Ashers lap. With knees on each side, she grasped his dick, and squatted down. Both gasped as she opened up to accept this new cock into her. She worked slowly, seemingly enjoying the sensation of being stretched open. He watched her pussy open up, taking him until he was fully embedded, and she began pumping. Placing her hands on his shoulders, they both watched the connection. Kristi, already turned on from before, started having small orgasms, as the sheen of sweat covered her body.
As she began to move slowly, Asher took his turn, sitting up to embrace her and bracing his feet on the carpeted floor. Thrusting up, hold her still, he pumped into her as fast as he could go. Kristi moaned in his ear, gasping at the feeling. Her nipple clamps pinching hard, her erect nipples rubbing against Asher chest. She bite his neck, stifling a scream she had to release. Her body gave into the moment, and her orgasm shook her entire body, as Asher didn’t relent. He continued hammering, riding her orgasm through its entirety. “Stop, please, I need a moment” Kristi was able to say after several minutes. Asher slowed down, wanting to take a break too.
He pushed her off gently, laying her on the ground, before he laid with her, on top. Holding his arms up, he pushed into her pussy without any resistance. Slowly, continuing he enjoyed the sight of this woman under him, he bent down, sucking her neck, and pulling a nipple clamp. Arms getting tired, and wanting to cum after watching his partner cum so much, he dropped his weight, putting his hand under her ass to clench her tighter. His other hand moved her head, holding it against the carpet. He bite her ear and neck, licking her sweat off her sensitive skin. Deciding it’s been enough, Asher begins picking up the pace, pistoning into Kristi, as fast and hard as he can. The sound of flesh slapping together feels the room as the bodies begin to move across the carpet. Ashers knees feel hot and he knows Kristi’s back must carpet burned. A distant thought though as he feels close, at the edge and needs just a push.
Pulled his hand away from holding her head down, he grabs her throat feeling the pulse of her heart. Squeezing on the artery he notices her pause, knowing she is becoming lightheaded. Feeling her clenching pussy, he has hit his point. Looking at her face he pumps his condom full of cum, holding himself deep as he can inside her. So focused on his own cum he doesn’t realize his drool dripping into Kristi’s own mouth, and her tongue flick to taste it. Coming down, he shakes his head, pulling himself out of her as he holds the condom tight. Walking to the bathroom, he removes it, throwing it in the trash. He takes a drink of water from the bathroom tap and returns. Kristi still laying on the carpet, several feet from the couch where they started.
Laying there, he moves to kiss her again, and they make out, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Soon though Kristi gets up to go to the bathroom. Walking a little unsteadily out she leans down, dropping onto Asher waist. Another kiss before she says “that was exactly what this birthday girl needed” looking a little apprehensive, “but I hate to be this type, I have plans tonight, with friends….”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure you do, I’ll get dressed” Asher said moving to get up. But Kristi pushed him down.
“And I really hate to be this type, but I think this was just a one time thing” He must have looked crestfallen, “it’s not you, it’s just, I’m not quite ready, for anything serious. But, I know your regular at Brentwood, I’ll find you if it changes”
“Yeah, of course, I mean, the sex was amazing. But I won’t force anything.” And got up, this time Kristi allowing it. He dressed as she stood by, watching him, seemingly burning the images into her head. Still in just the fishnets, she grabbed his head as he went to leave. Her tongue parted his lips, the most sensual kiss of the afternoon. The door shut, and he was back outside, the wind howling. His stomach growling, he remembered the burger he had waiting. Smiling, and a skip in his step he went to eat.
Inspiration
Scarlett Mae from nsfw
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/phivc3/asher_the_fortunate_and_the_birthday_girl_mf_one