I fasten my favorite delicate gold chain around my neck before pushing my feet into shimmery heels, and walk into the living room to get my purse when it happens.
Five minutes before I’m leaving to meet up with Mr. New Booty my pussy drops a glop into my brand new satin underwear.
My period has started a week early.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say out loud. This is definitely happening and in minutes my jeans will be ruined if I don’t move right now.
I run into the bathroom, wiggling out of my shoes, jeans and underwear. I soak the delicate fabric under a gushing stream of water in the sink, quickly wipe myself with a wad of toilet paper, and put a tampon in.
Mr. New Booty and I had not talked about period sex. I had been with a few guys who weren’t into it. They didn’t like seeing blood all over their cocks. They didn’t like the smell. They didn’t like how messy things got. All I could do was roll my eyes and think, “Fuck blood on your cock. This shit is some magic. Who bleeds for a week and stays alive while going to work, raising kids, and doing life during all that every single month? You should be so lucky to contain the multitudes that is the mystery of being a woman on earth.”
But real talk, I wasn’t planning on this and now I gotta pop three ibuprofens to stave off cramps and hope I don’t bleed out before dessert.
I slip on a pair of black underwear that could double as date underwear while bleeding and finish getting dressed. I send him a quick text to say I might be five minutes late.
It’s our fourth date and I was really hoping to fuck. I generally save the period sex for later in a relationship, after a conversation, after we’ve gotten to know each other. I’ve never had first time sex while bleeding.
“The best thing to do would be to just focus on having fun tonight and not worry about anything.” I tell myself as I get into my car and back out of my driveway.
My mind won’t leave it alone though. The whole drive to the restaurant we’re meeting at for dinner it was going over how to throw this development into the conversation before going back to my place. I also worry about when to change the tampon and when to take more ibuprofen and, and, and…
He’s sitting at the bar, all elegant and beautiful wearing a suit that he probably wore to work when I walk in. He has a drink, something dark on the rocks and gives me a huge smile, standing to hug me as I approach.
“Don’t you look lovely.” he kisses me full on the mouth making me go warm and wet.
“Thank you. I’m sorry I’m a little late.” I say as I take the seat next to him.
“Oh you’re fine. I just got here. What are you drinking?”
“Everything.” I pick up the menu and decide on a glass of merlot.
Our usual exchange and review of our day unfolds. Later, dinner was ordered and consumed along with another glass of wine for me, and scotch for him.
I excuse myself to the bathroom right after he orders a slice of chocolate raspberry cake. I quickly take stock of the situation and change my tampon.
“I want you to come over, but I have to tell you something.” I say after cake and in between kisses as we stand by my car.
“What’s that?”
“My period surprised me right before I came here.” I start. “It’s a week early.”
He looks at me expectantly, and I continue, “I was hoping we’d get down tonight.”
“We can get down tonight. I don’t mind.” he grins.
“You’re not just saying that.” I look up at him, studying his face for traces of apprehension.
“No. Bodies do what they do. Now hurry up. The sooner we get moving, the sooner, well…you know. Text me your address?”
I kiss him and he watches me get into my car and turn it on before waving and walking back to where he parked.
I’m excited and full of desire as I send him the text and drive home. I feel stronger for speaking up and asking for what I wanted, something I wouldn’t have done years ago, being too worried about what he would think of my body doing it’s thing.
He pulls into the spot next to me, seconds after I park and turn off the ignition. Dude is fast. I have zero time to do one more last minute check of my place. I take my time gathering my purse and stepping out. He takes my hand as we walk to my unit.
“It’s small.” I tell him as I take my keys out and open the door, a nervous habit. Some people say “Excuse the mess”, but my place is rarely out of order.
“This is so you.” he smiles, taking off his coat, looking around my living room that opens up to my kitchen.
I take his coat and hang it in the closet. “I don’t know what that means but I’ll take it as a compliment.” I wrap my arms around his waist and he bends down to kiss me. I kiss him harder, tongue playing with his as his hands slide down to take a handful of my ass.
He pushes me against the wall and I wrap a leg around his waist, our breathing becoming hurried, rushed as he brushes the sides of my breasts with his palms. I reach for his cock, squeezing and rubbing it, so excited to have it in my mouth, in my hand, in my pussy in that order.
I undo his belt and he pulls off my sweater. He presses his face to my cleavage before taking off my bra, as I unbutton his shirt.
My cramps are sneaking up on me again and I figure coming will be amazing for that, but start thinking about more ibuprofen because I don’t want any pain to take me out of the moment.
“Come upstairs.” I whisper and up we go, him smacking my ass as we climb the steep staircase.
We walk into my bedroom and resume kissing on my bed, the pain creeping in a little more. “Be naked when I get back.” I tell him and climb off the bed, walking into the bathroom.
I close the door, take some ibuprofen and take off everything but my underwear. I remove the tampon, and grab a towel to lay on the bed. Sure enough, when I come back, he’s on his side , head propped on his hand, cock standing at attention and a look of admiration as I approach and lay the towel down.
“Could you be any more beautiful?” he says as I join him.
“Who are you unicorn man?” I laugh. I can’t think of the last time I felt this adored.
“Apparently I’m Mr. New Booty.” he pokes.
“What? What are you even talking about?” I feel my face getting hot.
“I saw your text earlier from Angela asking how Mr. New Booty was. I hope she was talking about me.”
“So you’re reading my texts now.” I take his cock into my hand, lightly stroking the silky shaft, swirling the pre-cum over the underside of the head.
“Just Angela’s.” He draws little circles around my nipple before taking a handful of my waist.
I watch my hand on his cock, studying how it fits, how it looks against my fingers. He hooks his thumb into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down. I help slide them off my hips and thighs, tossing them onto the floor as he moves closer to me.
“Is it ok if I touch you here?” he asks with fingertips lightly pushing my pussy lips apart.
“Please.”
I open my legs, inviting his fingers and feeling sensitive, but also turned on by his desire to touch my sticky skin. He kisses my neck while exploring. I work to relax into his touch, into the feel of him
I push my hips up, insinuating I want his fingers inside of me. He licks my nipples as he slips one, then two fingers in. I sit up and watch. He continues playing with my nipple with his tongue as I see his thick fingers slippery with my blood move in and out of me.
I almost forget his cock is in my hand, and I want it in my mouth. He feels so good it’s going to be hard to stop this. The sensations on my nipples and pussy plus seeing him get all messy with me had me wanting to shove him in and fuck him until I couldn’t move.
So I ask for it.
“I’m going to suck you good and long, but right now, I need to feel you inside of me.”
He smiles in a mischievous way that has me wondering if he’s going to tease me or not.
“How about you get it wet for me.” he counters.
“I don’t have enough wetness going on down there?” I joke.
“I just want to feel your mouth on it long enough to give me even more to look forward to after I fuck you.” He takes his fingers out of me and playfully smears blood on my inner thigh.
I get on all fours as he lies on his back and I wrap my lips around him. I slide up and down his shaft, following my mouth with my hand, listening to his pleasure. I love hearing a man enjoy what I’m offering. It turns me on almost as much as being touched.
So does giving head. Having my mouth all over it, savoring him with my tongue and teasing with my hand is one of my favorite ways to express my desire for someone.
“I think it’s time you gave it to me.” I tell him as I kiss my way from base to tip.
“That was quick.” He sits up, kissing me. “How do you want it?”
“I’ll come back, but I want you behind me and playing with my clit. The condoms are in the top drawer over there.” I point to my bedside table and he pulls the drawer open to get one.
When he’s put it on and we’re both on the towel, he gently pushes into me. We move slowly, carefully at first, like we’re both exploring what the other feels like. His thick cock spreads me open and fills me up, the pressure inside of me combined with his fingers rubbing my clit makes me want more. I move rhythmically against him then take him all the way in, pressing my ass to his hips, enjoying the intensity and the feeling of being full while he plays with my clit.
He pulls out a little more, and spreads my ass open with his other hand. I can feel him staring at me, watching as he moves in and out of my juiciness.
“I want to hear you come.” he tells me. “How do I make that happen?”
“Keep doing what you’re doing.” I turn around and look up at him, then lower myself onto my forearms so I can take him deeper.
I spread my legs a little wider while he steadily moves in and out of me. I press my hand to his, feeling him there between my legs. Getting myself messy turns me on more than I expect. Just to let go and be with whatever is going on, to allow myself to not care for once about whatever may or may not be happening down there is just what I need to expand into a big bright glorious orgasm.
I come and come and come in a brand new way. Because I’m allowing myself to ask for what I want and not feel embarrassed by the vulnerability of first time period sex, having an explosive orgasm only shows me more of where I want to expand into.
He eases out of me, his cock wet with my blood, my ass and pussy sticky with the remnants of the same and we smash together.
“That was amazing.” I say after kissing him, rolling the condom off his erection. “What do you think about a shower and coming in my mouth?”
“Sign me up. I’ll race you.” he says as we scramble off the bed and rush into the bathroom for round two.
Author: StrawberrySmutcakes
Home for the Holidays (F/F, infidelity, spanking, pussy eating, fingers)
Her ass was the first thing I noticed when I walked through the door of the bar. Our bar. The one we met at six years ago the day before Christmas.
She was sitting on her knees, on the barstool, leaning forward, yelling something playful to the guy pouring what was probably her beer.
I smiled, my being lighting up at the sight of her. It had been almost a year since I had seen her, and I wanted to kiss her so badly my pussy pulsed with warmth at the idea.
“Myra!” I exclaimed to the back of her head. She twirled around, her big brown eyes widening, her smile radiating surprise, love and delight.
“My Katydid! She slid off the stool and we crashed into each other. “You’re here!”
“You’re here!” I laughed, and kissed her cheek, the best I could do given our circumstances.
The bartender, a slight twenty-something with a thick beard and black framed glasses, set her beer down and placed a menu in front of me as I took the stool next to hers, shoving my overnight bag in front of my feet.
“This is James.” Myra gestured to him. “And James, this is Katy, my very bestest.”
“Nice to meet you Katy my very bestest.” he grinned. Whatcha havin’?”
“Your cock, while she eats me.” I wanted to say, but glanced at the menu instead, and chose the first thing that caught my eye.
“May I please have the Imperial Biscotti Break?” I giggled. Who comes up with these names?
“You got it.” he replied, grabbing a glass and pouring from the tap.
“You look amazing!” Myra gushed after taking a generous sip of her beer, her engagement ring and diamond wedding band glinted under the glow of white Christmas lights hanging above us.
I waved her away, not one to take compliments well. James set my beer down in front of me and took the menu.
“So tell me everything!” I returned my attention to Myra.
“No, you tell me everything Miss California! I have nothing new going on.”
I watched her twirl her ring around and around her little finger. It hurt my heart to see it, to know this was temporary.
When we met, Myra had a boyfriend who now was her husband. I was in New York from Portland where I was living at the time. I loved stopping by the city for a day or two before catching a train to Washington D.C where my family lived when Christmas rolled around.
I was shocked when she kissed me that night after talking and talking and drinking and drinking. I wasn’t expecting her advance nor was I expecting her to tell me to come home with her where we fucked like it was the last day of our lives. I had been with plenty of women but no one like her. Her enthusiastic energy and juxtaposition of softness and violence in her fucking was intoxicating. She’d drag her tongue over my neck as if tasting and savoring every inch before sinking her teeth into the flesh just behind my ear. She’d straddle me, rubbing herself against my lady lips, sliding just her fingertips over the swell of my breasts before striking my face. It was the suspense and tension combined with the openness and fun that I enjoyed so much.
The boyfriend was something I chose not to think about.
Myra told me that night as we were tangled together, sweaty, sore and exhausted, that while she loved her boyfriend, she wasn’t all that into men.
“Are you bi?” I asked.
“No. I like women. Just women.”
“What in the world are you doing with a man?” I pulled away a little so I could see her face.
“It’s easier this way.” she didn’t meet my eyes.
“Easier on who?”
“My family. I’m the only child and it would kill my parents.” she rolled her eyes.
“So you’re going to kill yourself in a relationship that will mean nothing to you?”
“I’d like to have children at some point.” she replied, agitated.
“You can have kids. There are other ways.” I pressed.
“I can’t talk about this anymore.”
It wasn’t like I was honest with my family either. I didn’t bring anyone home who wasn’t a man but my sexuality was more fluid than anything. I didn’t label it because as soon as I thought I’d only be with women, some man came along and I fell in love with him. And then I’d want to be with men for a while and meet someone who was transgendered and I’d love them too. It was too much to pack into a word that would at some point exclude a possibility.
Myra and I agreed to stay in touch after that first night. Sometimes she’d fly to Portland or I’d go out east. We couldn’t see each other too much or it would raise concerns, but when we did it was all consuming. I only had one night with her this trip as my family was expecting me in the morning. Work wasn’t letting me take off extra time so I wanted to skip the beers altogether and dive into the AirB&B she found for us just a few blocks from here.
“Someone’s thirsty!” she smirked as I gulped my beer.
“You’re one to talk.” Myra was smaller than me but could drink twice as much as my lightweight self.
“How’s married life?” I all but whispered. Myra and Kevin had gotten married in the summer.
She shrugged. “The same I guess.”
“Are you happy?” I asked, knowing this was treading on thin ice.
“Katy. C’mon. Let’s not do this. I’m as happy as I can be all things considered. Tell me about California.”
I was jealous. I wanted Myra to myself, not in these cross-country fits and starts, but it was better than not seeing her at all.
“California is amazing. I love my job and my apartment. I think I may have found my home.” All of this was true, but my irritated tone said otherwise.
I watched the tiniest bit of sadness cloud her eyes before her face lit up and she clinked her glass with mine. “To new everything.”
I was so tired from traveling that the beer was making me feel extra lethargic, but my desire and need for her was buzzing under my skin. I couldn’t help but take her hand on our walk to our temporary arrangements. She let me this time.
Myra took me into her arms once we were inside the miniscule studio and kissed me delicately. My eagerness for her was overpowering. I wasn’t interested in soft or slow anything. I straddled her leg, pressing myself against her thigh as I slid my hands over her chest and down between her legs.
She took off her sweater revealing her small but bouncy breasts. I unzipped my hoodie, removing my tank top and bra, our kissing resuming as we tumbled on to the bed. We shoved our hands into each other’s jeans, me under her underwear, and her over mine. I liked the feeling of silk against my clit and she was into skin to skin contact.
We locked eyes as we finger fucked each other. How would I ever stop wanting more from her?
Before I could go anywhere with that thought, she was kissing me again, licking and biting my lips as she took her hand from my cunt and pushed her wet fingers into my mouth. I sucked myself off of her and she rubbed my nipples with her wet fingers.
I pulled my jeans and underwear off then went after hers, laughing at her always wearing the skinny ones that required extra yanking.
She spanked my ass and I whispered “Again” in her ear. She did it harder and I whispered “Again.” She kept going after I stopped requesting. I trapped her nipple between my teeth and pushed my fingers into her open pussy. She grabbed and clawed at my ass and back, the stinging of my skin burning with a heightened state of pleasure.
I bent down to put my mouth on her, my fingers still inside her juicy little self. I licked her inner and outer lips as she squirmed against me. I swirled my tongue over and around her clit.
“Sit on my face.” I heard her say and I rearranged myself, removing my fingers and situating my pussy over her mouth, the warmth of her breath and tongue on my skin feeling like heaven. I held her thighs and dragged my tongue over her crevice while I moved back and forth against her mouth, her tongue pushing inside of me.
Myra came first and it wasn’t long before I followed. I climbed off of her and we tangled together, delivering wet kisses and timid smiles. I felt so exposed after coming. It was being witnessed in that moment of losing control, my voice high pitched and loud for her and anyone sharing a wall with us could hear that made it hard to make eye contact.
“I wish I could have you forever.” she said, drawing a line with her fingertip down the length of my arm.
“You do have me forever.”
Birthday Threesome
“Happy birthday.” I whispered to him as Emily approached him, gently kissing his cheek, sliding her hand down his chest.
We were in our living room, just home from dinner where she was waiting for us wearing a lavender lace bra and thong with silvery thigh high stockings.
His eyes widened with disbelief, his posture stiff as he glanced from her to me.
“She’s the cake.” I grinned as she slid her hand to his cock. I stepped forward and kissed her full on the mouth.
Emily pulled me to her, her lips exploring mine as I felt Josh’s hand on my back. I wrapped an arm around each of them as she stroked him.
I could feel him staring at us which had me feeling giddy, sexy, and excited. I also felt mild twinges of curiosity when it came to Emily’s touch. What was he thinking? Did he like it? Did he like it better?
She broke away first and turned her attention to him, pressing her mouth to his. I watched his tongue slip between her full lips, saw his hand slide over her breast while holding on to me.
He kissed me, tasting of her. Emily moved to stand behind me, kissing my neck, feeling me up over my sweater, then under it.
Josh and I were monogamish. We didn’t classify our relationship as open but we did things monogamous people don’t usually do. Sometimes together and sometimes apart. He enjoyed fucking a woman from his office on occasion. I met a guy at a comedy show and we fucked every now and then. It was all fun mixed with some prickly feelings here and there, but we always got through it.
Josh told me he had a crush on Em about six months ago. I internally rolled my eyes because everyone does.
“Take a number.” I replied.
“What’s that mean?” he asked.
“It means get in line. We all have crushes on her.”
“You too huh?” he poked.
Em and I kind of had a thing a couple of years ago, before Josh. We met at a pole dancing class and became friends. I was attracted to her show-girl body. She had a full hour-glass figure, bright green eyes and bouncy golden hair.
We talked about dating, both of us fluid with our orientations. We were spending a lot of time hanging out, getting coffee, making dinner, going for walks and even more time naked together. But I couldn’t. I’d miss cock too much.
She happily agreed to join us on Josh’s birthday, admitting to a “friend-crush” she had on him.
We relocated to the bedroom where I climbed on the bed, pulling off my sweater to reveal a new black bra. Emily positioned herself in front of Josh, bending forward to press her ass against his cock. He held on to her hips, rubbing himself against her while she slid her fingers under my skirt and between my legs.
I watched her lick my hard nipples through the lacy fabric. My eyes met Josh’s as he unzipped his jeans, and pulled them off along with his underwear. He pressed himself to Emily’s ass again while she turned to check him out.
I had all the feelings at once. My pussy was begging for all of this. She wanted to watch him fuck the shit out of Emily. She could hardly keep herself from asking him to get to it because it would turn her on so much she figured she’d come just from seeing him inside of her.
But then the scary fear-based thoughts followed. What if they just left her to observe without including her? What if they got so caught up in each other they failed to notice her? What if they wanted to fuck all the time together without her? What if he’d now really want to be with her instead?
These fears and insecurities took me out of the moment. The moment where I was getting fingered while my hot friend’s mouth was on my nipples. It took me out of the moment of watching my partner receive and give pleasure in the best way. Why was I allowing this constriction when there was so much to explore in front of me?
Josh slid his cock between Emily’s legs, rubbing her pussy over her tiny thong. Her audible appreciation was muffled against my breasts.
I pulled the top of my bra down to feel her mouth on my skin. I slid my hands over her back and under to her chest, taking greedy handfuls. Josh climbed on the bed with me, and unzipped my skirt. I left one hand on Emily, and took his cock with the other.
“I want to suck it.” I whispered and we rearranged ourselves again. Emily and Josh were on their knees. She was straddling his thigh, kissing his neck while I put his cock in my mouth.
They made out while I sucked him, using my hand to follow my lips the way he liked. Emily kissed her way down his torso and I offered his cock to her. Josh and I watched as she took him in as far as she could, and slowly made her way to the tip.
Her mouth, the way her ass was up in the air, the way she’d pause to look up at him was so fucking hot I couldn’t help but to pleasure myself. I pressed a hand between my legs and pulled my nipple with the other.
Josh slowly fucked Em’s face, his hand on the top of her head, his other reaching for me, pressing his fingers over mine between my legs.
“Let me get you off while she’s down there.” he said.
I moved closer to him and pulled off my underwear. I grabbed Emily’s ass while he gently pushed two fingers inside of me, situating his palm over my clit how I like it. I went to grinding on him as she sucked him faster, jacking him with her little hand.
Josh knew exactly how to get me off. He knew how to make it happen quick, but also how to draw it out and tease me. He was getting straight to it this time and I found myself over flowing with stimulation from his hand to watching Emily with his cock in her mouth. I came hard, and fast and loud.
She stopped sucking him to look at me. “Wow. That was quick!”
Josh was the only one who could get me off with his hands. Other partners, Emily included always felt nice, but he was the first to get me to come.
I wanted more of him in my mouth and let Emily stroke him while I sucked. My lips meeting her hand while pleasuring him made me feel like coming again.
“Slow down you two.” Josh said. “I don’t want to come and be useless.”
I sat up. “Whatchoo think Em? Requests?”
“I wanna watch you two fuck with you on top.” she replied, kissing my shoulder.
Josh leaned back and I eased him inside of me. I rocked back and forth at first, then bounced up and down on him while she looked on.
“I think you should sit on Josh’s face and make out with me.” I offered.
“You guys have the best ideas.” I heard Josh say as Emily eased herself over his mouth. I kissed her, running my palm over her nipple while gripping Josh’s side.
All the sensations at once were almost too much. From kissing and holding her while being filled with him, plus the sounds of pleasure escaping all of us was close to being an overload. But it was so interesting to experience, to see how much I could hold, how much stimulation my body could handle.
Emily let go and sat up straighter, rocking her hips back and forth over Josh’s mouth. I was curious as to what his tongue was doing to her as she was getting louder, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead.
She grabbed my shoulder as she came, her mouth open, her eyes meeting mine sporadically in between shutting tight. I loved the sound of her voice when she came. It was like a song unique to her.
I kept fucking Josh as she got off of him situating herself on her side, watching us and occasionally kissing him. I laid down, my chest pressing to his, fucking him harder.
“I’m going to come.” he said into my ear and I nodded, kissing his neck.
I felt his warm liquid let go inside of me. It always felt so satisfying.
When he was finished I eased off of him, Emily and me smiling at each other.
“That was fun.” she said.
“Definitely. More of that needs to happen tomorrow morning.” I offered, feeling spent.
“Best birthday ever.” Josh replied and we laughed.
Consent (M/F)
“I wanna tie you up.” he said to her as he pulled the straps of her bra down her arm.
She was straddling him, enjoying feeling his hard cock pressed against her, thinking about putting it into her mouth when he made his request.
“Nope.” she shook her head. She didn’t like the idea of giving up control like that, especially with a partner she was just getting to know sexually.
He kissed her. “Please.” he pressed.
“Nope.” she repeated, a twinge of nervousness slipping through her chest. She didn’t want to explain herself. She wanted no to be enough.
“What’s wrong with being tied up?” he asked, taking her breasts into his hands.
“What’s wrong with saying no?” she countered. Her desire was fading as her defenses were coming up.
“Nothing. I’m just curious as to why you don’t want to. I think it’d be really hot.”
“It would be really hot if I were into it. I don’t like the idea of it. It doesn’t sound like fun to me.”
“Ok.” he nodded and she felt he heard and understood her.
Sara (MtoF Trans, blow job, pussy eating, one night stand)
I felt her hard, thick cock against my thigh as we made out before she told me she had one. I put my hand on it, just to be sure I was feeling what I was feeling and she pulled back.
“I hope my penis won’t be a problem.” she said, eyes holding mine, a flicker of concern darting across them.
We had just met, Sara and I. She had taken a seat next to me at the bar I frequented. We exchanged small talk about our day, the neighborhood, and our favorite beers. She bought one for me. I got the next round, and when I went outside to smoke, she asked if she could bum one.
“Sure.” I said, pulling my long hair up into a bun on the top of my head before sliding off the bar stool.
She walked closely behind me, the heat of her palpable, and my nipples stiffened chills running down my arms as we made our way to the back door. She wasn’t my type. I wasn’t into ultra-femmes, but there was something about how she held herself, about the space she unapologetically took up that drew me to her.
Road Trip (M/F)
I’m rubbing his cock over his jeans while we drive down a desolate highway on a cross-country road trip. He’s hard, straining against the dense fabric, and my pussy aches to be filled.
“I think we should pull over.” I announce.
“Where?” he glances at me, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Anywhere, doesn’t matter.” I shrug, my hand still working him.
He glances in the rear view mirror, slows the car, and veers off to the right. We’re in plain view, but the sun is setting. We’ve only passed a couple of other vehicles in the last hour.
“We’ll have to be quick.” he says, unbuckling his seat belt.
“That won’t be a problem.” I’m already hoisting myself out of the seat, and climbing into the backseat.
He joins me after getting out of the car, opening the rear doors, and climbing in, both of us laughing at his practicality.
I straddle him, pulling my flouncy cotton sun dress up to my hips and unzipping his jeans as he kneads my breasts, our lips melting into each other, my tongue pushing against his tasting coffee on him. I pull his cock out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my fingers around the base and stroke him.
His envelops my jaw and neck. I let go of his cock and press my cunt to it, grinding against it, feeling the heat of my arousal spread through my skin.
I lift myself up, knee pressing into the door as I pull aside my underwear and push him inside of me, feeling myself devour him. I’m fervent with desire to be unraveled.
I press my torso against his feeling my pert nipples brush against his body as my hips rock slowly forward and backward appreciating the feeling of his circumference sliding in and out of me. I bury my face into his neck, my hands gripping the back seat as I buck against him, harder now, the muscles of my ass contracting with every thrust.
He grabs my ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he pulls me into him with a force that matches my rocking. My knee is knocking against the door, a light sheen of sweat shines across my chest and face.
My knuckles turn white from holding on to the seat. My clit presses against his body with every thrust, lighting it up, making me want more. I graze his neck with my teeth and tongue, tasting his salty skin.
He spanks my ass so hard it sends fiery pleasure across my skin. I bite harder, and he spanks me again, meeting the intensity of my aggression. I fuck him harder, my pussy drenching his cock and the fabric of his jeans as a car, then two pass by.
I move steadily against him, hoping to beat him to an orgasm, and giggling about the show we’re putting on. His hand snakes through my hair before he gathers a fistful of it and pulls. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat and I feel his lips there, tracing its length. I release my grip on the seat and wrap my arms around him feeling the warm contractions of my orgasm unfurling beneath my skin.
My body releases its rhythmic pulses, as the tension of desire dissolves inside of me with each crashing wave of sensation. My voice cries out as I drown in my own pleasure, unaware of anything except for him buried deep inside of me.
Box Love (M/F humor)
It’s was my second day at Food City and I was bumbling around trying to look competent. I was supposed to be Christina’s shadow but she called in. Jason, the manager for the morning asked me to refill the produce bags at the end of the table holding oranges, lemons and limes while waiting for Richard to arrive. He was Christina’s replacement as my training friend.
How one manages to fuck up putting the bags on the dispenser, I don’t know, but I nearly broke the thing. Another employee whose name escapes me came to the rescue and did it for me.
Richard was running late and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I walked over to the dairy box and started facing the whipping creams because safety.
I could hear the sliding doors opening and closing on the other side of the shelf next to where I was. Little movements caught my eye as I took each carton of cream and pulled it forward stacking it on top of the one beneath it.
When I was done, I moved on to the pints of half and half. I had to reach farther back for these and when I did so, my hand made contact with someone else’s and I jumped, startling. Whoever was back there was stocking as I was facing.
“Sorry!” A man’s voice called out from inside.
“That’s ok!” I said, trying see the face of who was back there.
A pair of brown eyes were grinning at me through the creamers. “Stay right there!” he said and shut the door.
I moved over to the eggs, unable to hide my smile at the silliness of enjoying that tiny moment of touching someone in an unexpected way. The playful expression in his eyes told me he was hot as fuck.
“Hey!” I heard his voice next to me and startled again.
“Wow you scare easily. I’m Brad.” he offered his hand.
“I’m Beth. Nice to meet you.” I shook it, the coolness of his skin against mine was intoxicating. He was hot as fuck with a big smile, a thick reddish beard and short wavy hair I wanted to run my hands through.
He glanced at my hip donning my box cutter holster. “Ah, new hire huh?”
“How’d you know?” my eyes widened.
“Your holster doesn’t look like this.” he flashed his at me. It was dark brown and peeling away at the top seam. A sharp contrast to the blondish color of mine. “When did you start?”
“Two days ago.” I replied. “Christina was supposed to continue training me today but she called out, then Richard, but he’s late, so yeah, I feel like a fish outta water.”
“I need help back here if you want.” he offered. “Have you worked the box yet?”
“No, I’ve only been inside once.” I said as my cheeks reddened.
“Well. Everyone needs more time in a box.” he grinned. “I’ll let Jason know you’re with me. Just keep facing.”
I continued with the eggs feeling a lightness fluttering through my limbs. I squatted in front of the bottom row and pulled carton after carton forward, my fingers getting cold when he returned, standing in front of me. My face was just below his crotch as I looked up at him, then realized what this looked like and jumped up.
“Easy there. Don’t hurt yourself now.” he said, amused. “Come on back.”
I followed him to the back of the store, and into the box. He closed the door behind us.
“So the cow juice and eggs are here. We stack them in order from fat free to whole. I try to keep the egg stacks to just two…” he continued but my mind had taken a different road. While he explained where the yogurt and cottage cheese was kept, I was mentally on my knees sucking his cock, imagining it hardening in my mouth, before licking the pre-cum off of it.
“The little Greek yogurts are stacked four high, and make sure the labels face out.” he said. “You also want to make sure the dates on the milk and creamers are facing out as well.”
I kinda heard what he was saying, but I was also rubbing that thick cock dripping with my spit all over my chest, rubbing my nipples with it before putting it back into my mouth.
“Do you have any questions so far?” Brad asked.
I licked my lips, and crossed my arms, hoping my nipples weren’t visible through my t-shirt. “Nope, but I need my sweatshirt. Hold please!” I said and dashed out.
I hoped he was staring at my ass as I left and made my way to my locker. I pulled out my gray sweatshirt, and put it on and as I went back, noticing how wet I had gotten.
Brad was bent over, cutting open a case of almond milk. A thought of dousing ourselves with it, pouring it all over us before rubbing ourselves against each other raced through my mind. My nipples warmed at the thought of being pressed to his drenched skin.
He turned around as I approached, my thoughts changed to wearing a strap-on and fucking his ass while he was doing whatever he was doing.
“Nut juice.” he said and I laughed. “We stack it in the corner here, but this one needs to go on the shelf to the right of the eggs.” He handed it to me and I walked it over and stocked it.
I was left alone with my thoughts as he continued organizing and stacking the almond milks. I worked the first case of eggs, thinking of him behind me, spreading my pussy open before shoving his cock inside. I wanted him to pound me this instant as I held on to the shelf. I wanted him to take me relentlessly, then pick me up, place me on this stack of eggs and bury his face in my dripping cunt. I wanted him to lick all my arousal away and replace it with his saliva only to make me flood his lips with myself again.
I imagined he was good at eating pussy with that mouth of his. I wanted to rub myself all over his beard while he chased my clit with his tongue. I thought about him grabbing handfuls of my ass, pushing my legs up to eat more as I gathered a fistful of his hair, begging.
When I had put up all six cases of eggs, I turned around to see Brad stocking Swiss Chocolate Pudding.
I walked over to him, legs shaking, pussy soaked as if we had already fucked twelve times and asked what I could do next.
“Um, juice needs some love.” he nodded toward the far end of the shelves. “Hey have you had this?” he held up a container of pudding.
“I haven’t.” I replied, thoughts of dipping his cock into it and licking it off flashed through the movie reel in my mind.
“Wanna try some? This one is open.”
“Sure.” I approached him. “Should we get spoons or something?”
“Spoons? Who raised you?” he grinned and dipped his thick index finger into gelatinous substance.
“Savage.” I replied and followed suit.
While we stood there eating pudding like animals, I was acutely aware of how unbelievably turned on I was. I had never felt this before just by standing next to someone I barely knew. I was sure there was going to be a puddle of pussy juice beneath my feet before long.
I dipped my finger into the container gathering a dollop and tapped his nose.
“Hey!” he wiped it off with the back of his hand. “Don’t start something you can’t finish!”
“Oh I can finish it!” My pussy was delivering a slideshow to my brain of all the fun things I could do with the pudding, smearing it all over his inner thighs and lapping it up, finger-painting his cock with it, plus here were cans of whipped cream that needed to be emptied on his balls and butter that could be melted, and drizzled all over that juicy ass of his.
“You’re going to get me in trouble. My boyfriend is working demo right now and could easily walk in at any moment.”
The slideshow came to an abrupt halt.
“Oh! Jeremy’s your boyfriend?” I replied, eyes wide, remembering meeting Jeremy who was just as hot, yesterday. There were too many moving parts to take in right now. My pussy was hoovering her juice back up, demolishing any hope of buttered dreams and pudding soaked cocks.
“Yup, and speak of the devil.” he smiled as Jeremy walked in.
“What are you two up to?” he asked, noticing the open container of pudding in Brad’s hand.
“This one was open so we went for it. Want some?” Brad asked.
“Don’t mind if I do. I need a spoon though.” Jeremy said. “Have you just been going at it with your hands?”
“Something like that.” I said.
Jeremy walked out and I watched Brad watch him.
“He’s hot.” I observed aloud.
“Fuck yeah. We’re open and he gets a lot of attention.”
“Open as in open relationship?” I asked, thinking there could be room for one more, one with boobs, and a pussy who was currently experiencing the lady version of blue balls.
“Yeah. It’s been a few years now.” he said.
Jeremy walked in, holding a spoon, and went for the pudding. “This stuff is delicious!”
“Right?” Brad agreed.
I watched them continue and the fantasies started up again. I was mentally pouring almond milk over the three of us, melting butter over two asses, and sucking two cocks dipped in pudding.
This was quickly becoming my favorite job.
Lady Break Up Sex (F/F)
Break-up sex was a bad idea. One that could cause more harm, but I wanted it anyway.
It didn’t matter that Corinne, my love of three years, was leaving me for some girl in her running group. It didn’t matter that she cheated on me with this blonde haired blue-eyed, perfect assed woman with the straight white teeth and the business degree from Yale. With a package like that, who could resist?
Corinne texted me to ask if we could meet for drinks and “talk”. It had been three months since she left me for Malibu Barbie and most of my rage had simmered to a low boil. I agreed, knowing we’d fuck.
I gave two shits about her new shiny relationship. I had already fucked two men, something she called me a “bad lesbian” for. I never proclaimed to be a lesbian, and I loved cock just as much as a straight girl.
We agreed upon a bar tucked away under the bustle of Chicago’s busy State Street. It was in the basement of a champagne bar called something stupid like “Bubbles” or whatever.
I arrived seven minutes late on purpose and found her sitting a corner booth. She had already ordered something in a small dark green glass. I watched her eyes, dark as glittering sapphires light up when she saw me.
“Hi Bella.” she said, kissing my cheek. Her proximity to my body, the familiar scent of her skin, sandalwood mixed with something sweet almost knocked me backwards.
“It’s Amy.” I replied. No longer being together meant we no longer use pet names.
“Right.” she nodded as she returned to her seat.
I sat across from her. A pretty server with long red hair and thick black framed glasses approached with a smile and a menu.
“Give you a minute, or do you know what you’d like?”
“I’ll have the House Manhattan.”
“Great. I’ll be right back.” she said and sauntered off.
“So.” Corrine started.
“So?” I raised an eyebrow in expectation.
“How are you?”
“How am I? Really?” I sighed. “Great. Fine. How are you?”
“Hey. I didn’t come here to argue.” she placed her hand on top of mine and I shrank away as if it burned.
“I know. There are good days and not so good days like anything else.” I lowered my voice, and put my hands in my lap.
“It’s been a rollercoaster for me too.” she said.
“You? A rollercoaster for you? Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” The rage rose like bile in my throat.
The redhead returned with my drink. We declined food, but Corrine ordered another one.
“I love you Bell, um, Amy. Sorry. I really do, and I miss you. I’m so sorry things went down the way they did.” She wrapped her hands around her glass.
I softened, but only a little. “Yeah me too.” I managed.
She had cut her floppy black mop into a super short pixie. It showcased her jewel-toned eyes and I could feel my resolve crumbling.
Of course she picked up on this, grinning flirtatiously, as if all was forgiven and reached for my drink. “May I?”
I nodded and reached for hers, a ritual we shared when we went out.
I tried not to follow the “V” of her low cut top to the slight swell of cleavage her small breasts offered.
It didn’t really matter what I was looking at, just being in her presence was enough to get me wet.
It was no surprise when she later told me to get into the cab she hailed. It was also no surprise when she put her hand on my thigh and inched up toward my crotch. I pushed her away. It’s not that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t going to give it up that quickly.
Corrine kissed me the instant we walked through her door. I shoved her. She tried again and I let her, then shoved her again, but this didn’t deter her.
“What are you doing you little slut? You know you want it.” She said against my mouth, her grip on my hair tight and pulling.
“So now you want to fuck.” I slid my hand between her legs then back up to her little nipples. I pinched hard. “Didn’t want much to do with me before Barbie came along.”
She slapped me hard across the face and I slapped her back, eyes fiery and challenging.
I grabbed her jaw and kissed her mouth fervently while working my other hand into her jeans finding her pussy drenched. “Looks like you’ve missed me.” I said pushing two fingers inside of her. She rocked her hips against me, wrapping her hand around my neck. The harder she squeezed, the harder I let her have it.
Pressure was building in my cheeks and temples but I refused to ease up.
She let go when I slipped out of her pressing my fingertips to her clit. I rubbed her in little circles just the way she liked, watching her double over as she came.
I withdrew my hand and licked my fingers. Making her come was so easy.
She pulled me into the bedroom and we climbed on her bed. I thought about Barbie and what she might think of our little tryst. I imagined her sitting in Corrine’s comfy chair in the corner, watching me pull Corrine’s jeans down, and inhale her scent before I ran my tongue over her thong.
Corrine spread her legs wide and moved the crotch to the side thinking I was going to keep going.
I climbed on top of her instead, kissed her mouth, bit her lower lip while groping her chest. She pulled my shirt off and took a handful of my breast, my flesh pushing between her fingers. She used to joke that if she ever got a boob job she’d want ones like mine.
She unclasped my bra and flicked my nipple with her tongue, then bit it, pulling. I grabbed what I could of her hair, my pain threshold tiptoeing on a tightrope between pleasure and too much. I pressed my pussy against her thigh and started grinding on her.
When her attention moved to my other nipple I squirmed out of my jeans and underwear. She was gentler with this one, circling it with her tongue tip before enveloping it with her full lips.
I removed her shirt and bra then ran my tongue over the bars pierced through each of her nipples.
What is the deal with break up sex? I turned this thought over in my mind as I sucked and bit her. There was something so salacious about it. It was like I wanted to break up just to get to the super-hot sex, then get back together again.
“Should I get the strap on?” she asked.
I liked being penetrated, but again, more so with a live male cock. I tolerated the strap-on but she didn’t know.
“Not this time.” I said knowing there wouldn’t be another time, but she didn’t need to know that either.
She put her mouth on my pussy after opening my legs knowing that was going to get me off. She used to tell me how much she loved hearing me come. She spent so much time researching my body with her mouth, her fingers, and with toys to find just the right movement and pressure.
I gave in to the warmth of her lips on mine, her little tongue swirling around and teasing my clit. Her hands kneaded the tender flesh of my inner thighs as she made out with my pussy. Sometimes the act of feeling her whole mouth there got me close to coming.
I was caught between wanting to be teased and wanting an orgasm to ravage me. I rocked my hips up and down against her. She knew what I was going after and backed off, kissing the inside of my hips, glancing up at me grinning before visiting my pussy again.
Thoughts of wanting some sixty-nine action filtered into my imagination, and I asked her if she wanted it.
“Fuck yes to that!” she exclaimed. “Me on top?”
“Always.” I smiled, knowing she liked her asshole played with while being eaten.
She climbed on top of me, situating herself over my mouth, wrapping her arms around my thighs and got back to consuming me while I dragged my tongue over her lips first before dipping into her opening.
I grabbed her ass as she got to grinding on my face. I spread her cheeks open wide so I could look at her as I licked. She pressed the flat of her tongue above my clit and I felt the stirrings of an orgasm moving to the surface.
I loved being locked into this position, her whole body on mine, the taste and smell of her in my face while receiving the pleasure she expertly gives. I slid my index finger along her asshole then pressed my thumb against it as she moaned into my cunt.
She squeezed my thighs as she licked around my clit, then returning to the spot just above it, pushing her tongue into it.
“Don’t stop.” I said.
I felt her smile. “I’m close too. Keep your thumb where it is.”
I rubbed her little asshole and licked her faster. Hearing her audible pleasure while getting so much attention allowed me to let go into the sensations of being taken under and drowning in coming.
I cried out and she followed, the tone of her bellowing lower than mine. I wanted to bottle up that sound and carry it with me as a reminder of what we used to be.
As we settled, she kissed my inner thighs and I smacked her ass. She rolled off of me and repositioned herself so her head was on my chest, her arm draped around my waist.
“You know I love you right?” she looked up at me.
I nodded, the prickly feeling of anger returning. I didn’t want any feelings muddling up the gloriousness that was the sex we just had.
She kissed my cheek. I waited to feel her body relax, her breathing settling into a light steady pace alerting me to her falling asleep before I carefully climbed off the bed, got dressed and walked out.
M/F short depicting masculine emotion and feminine pleasure. (spoken word)
I performed this piece at a cabaret with the theme focusing on sex positive super heroes.
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Birthday Sex (M/F
“Tell me what you want for your birthday.” he said while squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
I smirked at him, the master procrastinator. My birthday was two days away and he was just now asking.
“Don’t give me that look! I have some ideas. I just want to make sure I don’t disappoint.” he said, putting the toothbrush in his mouth.
I turned on the water to the shower then stood behind him, pressing my naked self to his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Just cake and your cock please.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
“That’s all?” he asked, toothpaste drool making its way down his chin.
I nodded, kissed his shoulder and stepped into the shower.
He woke me up with coffee and French toast on the day. I thanked him with morning breath kisses.
“This orgasm in my mouth is so great!” I exclaimed between bites as he took a sip of my coffee.
“Good.” he replied, taking the fork from my hand, loading it up with a fat piece of toast dripping with syrup. “Open up.”
I leaned into the bite, and wrapped my lips around the fork as he slid it out of my mouth.
“We’re going to dinner at six. I hope Delilah’s is ok.” he grinned, knowing it was my favorite.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I asked as he fed another piece of toast to me.
“You are pretty lucky.” he smirked, kissing my cheek.
He later fucked me from behind as we were getting ready. He bent me over the bathroom counter, slid his fingers over the slit of my pussy and teased my clit.
I watched him in the mirror, the sight of his firm shoulders, and chest added to my arousal, my body responding quickly.
He slid his hardened cock back and forth along my pussy then placed his wet fingers into my mouth, smearing my freshly applied lipstick.
I licked myself off of him as he pushed into me, moving slowly at first until I bucked harder wanting more.
His cock was slippery with me as our bodies slapped together. I clawed the counter as he spanked me, and yanked my hair. He held me tightly, his fingers wrapped around my neck as I felt him let go, filling me up with his warmth.
“I’m looking forward to more of that later.” I said easing him out of me. “Or we could just cancel dinner.”
“Nope. I’m going to make you wait for it.” he kissed me. “Also, these will be waiting for us.” he said, pulling open a drawer reserved for his grooming supplies. There was a package of M&M’s, and BlowPop inside, my two favorite candies. My eyes lit up as I reached for them, wanting the M&M’s first.
He swatted my hand away. “They’re for later. I had to leave them here instead of in the bedroom or kitchen knowing you’d find them.”
He sat next to me at dinner in a plush booth. The restaurant was dark and cozy. I was gloriously tipsy, full of wine, grilled salmon, vegetables and love. We ordered another glass as we finished off an enormous slice of dark chocolate cake. As our glasses arrived, I felt his hand sliding up my inner thigh and under my dress.
I placed mine on his cock, finding him hard. He worked his fingers into my underwear while taking a sip. I squeezed and rubbed him harder, so turned on I feared soaking through my dress.
“Drink up.” he said when his glass was half empty and mine was hardly touched.
Once home, I got onto my knees on the kitchen floor and devoured his cock while he held my hair in a tight ponytail.
He leaned down and pushed his hand into my bra, rubbing my nipple while I held his cock with my hand, licking the head. We relocated to the bedroom, articles of clothing dripping off of us like second skins.
He pushed me onto the bed and told me to wait. I watched him walk into the bathroom, knowing he was going after the treats. He was opening the M&M’s with his teeth as he returned.
“Hold still.” he said, placing one on each nipple, then making a trail of them down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button. He then placed one into my mouth before burying his face between my legs, sliding his tongue along my clit.
I writhed against him, the candy slid off of my body like drops of water. He picked them up, putting them in my mouth in between eating me so thoroughly that I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted him to stay there, or shove himself into me.
He put more M&M’s onto my belly and nipples. “Don’t let these fall off.” he instructed.
“Impossible! You’re about to make me come!” I replied.
“Oh you can come, but the candy has to stay put.” he grinned, rubbing my clit with the flat of his tongue.
“What happens if I don’t abide by your rules?” I asked.
“I stop.”
“Rude!” I squealed and he laughed.
“You have to lay there and literally receive. No helping”
My chest tightened. I enjoyed fucking his face not only because it felt amazing, but because it made me come faster and took away from the feeling that I was taking forever or he was getting tired.
I sighed and he went back to my pussy. I struggled to get my head back into it. I watched him, watched his mouth, his thick dark eyelashes. My guilty feelings were taking over and I said, “I don’t think it’s going to happen love.”
He looked up, his mouth still on me. “I’m in no rush.” he said, picking up the Blow-Pop and unwrapping it. He put it in my mouth, the tart cherry flavor sparkling on my taste buds. “Get that good and wet.” he said.
He rubbed my tongue with it before removing it, then inserted it inside my pussy.
“That is a yeast infection waiting to happen!” I exclaimed as he pulled it out and licked it.
“You worry too much.” he said, tapping my clit with the candy. He alternated swirling it over my clit and inserting it into me while licking the sweetness off of my skin.
Focusing on the Blow-Pop helped me relax and get into the weird amazingness that was being played with by his mouth and candy. The more he dragged it over my clit, the hotter I became. It was everything I had not to move as the M&M on my right nipple was already starting to migrate.
I came with him fucking me with the Blow-Pop, his tongue pressed against my clit. I tried to keep still as I let go and gave into the rolling sensations that rose and fell until my body calmed down. All but one of the M&Ms had fallen off.
“Fail! M&Ms are everywhere!” he exclaimed, sucking the Blow-Pop before rubbing my nipples with it.
“I’d like to see you win at that!” I smirked.
He gathered the M&M’s with his wet lips, eating some, and sharing others.
“Happy Birthday.” he whispered into my ear, curling up next to me.
“Thank you. For everything.” I replied in between kisses, taking his cock into my hand. But I need another round of dessert.”