Taken

You walk into the bedroom after a long day of work, tired, your guard down, hoping to lie down for a few minutes to unwind.

You don’t see me.

I’ve come home from work a little early and loosened all the light bulbs save the one in the lamp on your nightstand, which I’ve replaced with a low-watt bulb. I’m sitting in the dark, naked in one of the two chairs in the corner. You switch on the lamp and pause for a second, noticing  that something isn’t right about the lamp … and the room … but you shrug it off and set your iPhone down.

As you do, I leap from the chair and close the distance to you in seconds.

Bewildered, you whirl as I enter the dim light and slam into you, shoving you onto the bed. I can see in your eyes a brief recognition of what’s happening … this is the “taken” fantasy we’ve hinted about having … and then I see fire come into them, because you’re ready to fight back.

You throw me to the side, my skull hitting the headboard, and start to get off the bed. But I recover just in time to grab you by the hair as you stand, jerking you backwards, strands of hair coming off in my fingers as you fall backwards again, crying out in pain.

But there’s no time for you to nurse your pain. I’m on you, a hungry predator, clutching, tearing, ripping at your breast, buttons flying as I shred your blouse. With my other hand, I grab at your pants, breaking the button and zipper in one violent motion.

You start scrambling backwards, your hands pushing your body back further on the bed, as you try to get away. You kick me … in the balls … and my already hard cock swells from the pleasure of feeling the excruciating pain that flows up into my stomach from your blow.

As you claw backwards to get away, you’re actually helping; your pants are already down to your knees. I smile, saying, “Thank you, bitch.”

Your lips part and your tongue pokes out in anticipation … and you try to kick me in the balls again. But I’m fast and spring backwards, your heel catching my rigid cock instead. The searing pain excites me, and I leap back on you, clutching at your panties, splitting them in two as I rip them from your body.

You smile and take a swing at my head with your right hand, but I duck and grab your arm with my left hand and pin it to the bed as I close in and cover you and pin your other arm down, kicking your pants the rest of the way off, knocking your heels to the floor with them.

I don’t need my hand to guide my cock into your cunt. With all my weight on you, I push at your entrance, expecting to find it dry, expecting the bumpy insides of your cunt to scrape the flesh from me as I shove my cock inside you.

But you’re so wet, the Amazon is flowing between your legs, and I slip in as easy as if I were fucking you in one of the many public bathrooms we like to frequent.

You writhe beneath me, still trying to fight back, bucking, so unlike when I usually fuck you, when you buck in rhythm with me. Now you’re trying to throw me off you, but you haven’t a prayer, my thrusts pounding inside you so violently I have a sudden thought we might break the bed frame.

I know you’re excited. I can feel your cunt clenching and unclenching around my cock as you buck, a wild animal, trying to free yourself but at the same time heady from the pleasure coursing through your body. You try to bite my shoulder, but I let go of one of your arms and shove my arm against your cheek, turning your head sideways as I pin it to the bed.

Still bucking at my thrusts, but more with my rhythm now, I can feel your tension starting to melt away, and you wrap your free arm around my back, your fingernails digging into my flesh, your cunt now so wet I know you’re ready to come.

This won’t do.

I pull out of you and flip your body over and climb up behind you and pull your hips back into me and … without any lubrication at all, push my cock into your ass.

At first you try to pull away … because of the pain, I know … but as I sink my cock all the way into your tight ass and start to thrust, I can feel you accept me, and all my wild abandon, willing to be taken, your pain be damned.

“I have another surprise for you,” I say, once you’ve surrendered, lustily, in the voice I imagine a rapist might use.

As I pound my cock deep into your ass, the torchiere lamp between the two chairs in the corner clicks on to illuminate a beautiful buxom call girl with flowing red hair and supple breasts sitting in the other chair, her mouth agape with lust, the fingers of one hand buried in her pussy as she massages her clit with the other.

“Get over here, Candi. My bitch needs to be taken more,” I growl.

Candi stands and walks over to us, circling around to the other side of the bed, the fingers of her left hand still massaging her clit. Climbing up on the bed, she nuzzles up to you, bending down to wrap her lips around your left breast.

You let out a low moan and it begins to build, louder and louder, along with the pressure inside your ass from my cock, as Candi’s expert tongue flicks at your swollen nipple for a while.

But she has other ideas, according to my orders, and leaves your breast to wiggle beneath you, her head pointed towards me.

Still pumping your ass, slower now, my thrusts finding a long and deep rhythm, I look down to see Candi’s head beneath us. I have a sudden impulse to tell her to lick my balls as I fuck you, but I remember what I told her before you got home: “You can’t touch me. You can watch, you can diddle yourself, you can fuck the bed post for all I care, but I’m not putting my cock inside you, anywhere. You’re here for her.”

Without me saying anything, you spread you legs wider, so you can lower yourself closer to Candi. It’s the first time you’ll feel a woman’s touch, and I can tell from your ragged breathing you’ll be coming all over her face not long after she does touch you.

As you make your cunt more available to her, Candi lifts her head and pushes out her tongue and licks your clit. You shudder, the ripples of your first orgasm starting to flow through your body.

Candi’s tongue is fast, and she alternates between swirling around your clit and burying it deep inside your cunt, right next to the two fingers she’s inserted, driving you into a frenzy, judging by the higher pitch of your moaning.

My cock in your ass and her fingers in your cunt and her tongue scraping across your clit is too much for you, and you nearly collapse on top of her in another orgasm so intense you shout out staccato screams to the rhythm of our fucking you.

As you lower yourself onto Candi’s face, you become aware that Candy’s legs are spread below you, her shaved cunt inches from your face. I watch, leaning around you to the left, still fucking your ass, even slower now, holding myself back, so I can take this all in.

You bring your face closer to Candi … slowly … tentatively … you’ve never done this before … you’ve only tasted yourself — having licked your pussy juice from my cock after I’ve fucked you, or from your fingers after you’ve fucked yourself. Her smell is overpowering … I can smell her from my position behind you … the pungent aroma of cunt that speaks of the earth and of the ocean and of pure animalistic nature.

You can’t hold back any longer, and you open your mouth and your tongue reaches down, and you bury it into her pussy. The effect is overwhelming, and you come yet again … pushing your ass back onto my cock as far as it will go and letting your body rest on Candi’s face, her tongue likewise buried in your cunt.

As you taste her and lick her clit, I pull you off Candi’s face, so you can balance again on your knees … because I’m ready to come.

I’ve kept my promise to you … never to touch another woman. But I didn’t promise I wouldn’t do this:

As I pull out of your ass, ready to explode, Candi, knowing what I’m about to do, drops her head from your cunt and tilts it backwards, so that I can let go … so I can come … come … come, shooting ribbons of jism all over her face … while her hips writhe from the pleasure of your tongue, coming herself, her juices spreading over your face, still buried between her legs.

Separating myself from the pile of bodies, I lie back against the headboard, watching you finish off Candi, the shudders flowing through her body slowly fading as your touch becomes softer and softer.

After a while, you lift your head, and turn to find me, your eyes glassy, your cheeks and lips wet with Candi’s juices, to say: “She takes just like me, darling. Just like steak tartar.”

And my cock swells once again.

-Him

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-Him

You’re laying flat on the bed, legs high in the air, wearing those exquisite red shoes I like so much. I’m kneeling over you, a heel in each hand, using them for handles as I drive my cock into your cunt.

~Her

Your strokes are long, slow, and deep…oh, so deep. Occasionally you stop, pushing into me farther, the tip of your cock plucking my g-spot as you grind up and down for a bit. You then resume your stroking, back and forth, so exquisitely slow, your lips and teeth finding my ankle to kiss and nibble a bit, and I raise my hands above my head to stretch in delight…and to grab the headboard, that I may have something to leverage as I respond to your thrusts.

-Him

Releasing your legs and letting them slide down my sides, I lower myself onto you, your breasts mashing against my chest as I cover you. Your legs are now spread so wide I’m splitting you like a wishbone after Thanksgiving. I keep my strokes long and and slow, pushing far inside, as if trying to impale you. You gyrate your hips in time with my rhythm, thrusting against me when I penetrate you the deepest, your arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, fingernails clawing my back as you try to shred my skin.

Breathless, I pull back for a moment and recover and say, my voice low and gravely: “Turn over, darling; I want to fuck you senseless.”

~Her

Your words, your voice… so perfect, so low….wash over me and my cunt contracts, soaking your cock with wetness and warmth before you pull out. I can see my cum all over you and as you stand at the end of the bed I slide down to sit in front of you, taking your cock in my mouth to suck all of me off you, my hands on your ass to control your hips a bit, lapping noisily as my tongue and lips greedily taste us. Your cock is huge in my mouth and I know I could make you come in a few seconds…but not yet, darling…you’ve promised to fuck me senseless, and I’m going to hold you to that.

Releasing you I look up, smiling slyly, then move myself into position in front of you, on my knees, my ass in the air as I reach my hands far in front of me to grip what sheets I can…I know I’m going to need something to hang onto.

-Him

I move toward you, my cock pointing straight in the air, throbbing for your wetness. But you’ll have to wait. Instead, I bend down and grab your hips and put my lips to the top of your left ass check. Parting them, I slide my tongue along your ass, downward, toward your cunt, making you think I’m going to taste you before I fuck you like the wild animal that you are. But I stop right at the base of your cheek and open my mouth and bare my teeth and bite down … hard.

You scream, but the sound has nothing to do with pain, the sensation of my bite firing along your nerve pathways, directly into your cunt. A shudder rolls through your body, and I know you’ve just come. Releasing you, I stand back and smile, admiring my teeth marks. They’re going to be around for a while.

My need to be inside you growing, I move back toward you, my cock poking at your ass. I guide myself to your cunt and puuuuussssshhhhh inside, in one long fast hard stroke. You raise your head passionately and I reach out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling hard. You respond by bucking your ass backwards. And I begin to fuck you, long hard fast strokes plunging inside you and back out, inside you and back out, inside you and back out, my body slap slap slapping against your ass. Releasing your hair, I grab your hips, to better balance as I pound your cunt. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. You cry out: “Oh God.” I pound harder faster deeper. Wham. Wham. Wham. My back arching, my balls bang against your clit as I bang you.

~Her

I can still feel where you bit me, a hard reminder every time you slam into me. I’m either coming again or still coming, I can’t even tell anymore. I am dizzy with pleasure…I am dizzy thinking about the pain, and the pain I’m going to be feeling later after you’re done violating me…I am dizzy with lust for you…I feel like I’m going to pass out from it all…but your cock, buried inside of me, keeps me alive and awake…I am conscious of nothing else…and then I feel you moan…yes, I feel it, down through your cock and straight into me…your moan coming out the end of your cock right with your cum, vibrating through me. But your violation doesn’t stop there as you slip your thumb into my ass, making me jerk and come more…impossibly more…impossibly pleasured. I drop my head and push back against you while, gritting your teeth, your moan turns into an animal sound of pleasure and mating as you empty yourself into me, going on endlessly…until finally you stop your rhythmic thrusts and, still buried inside, run your fingers down my back, making me buck and scream in my own low animal sound one last time.

Marla

“Is Marla there?” the voice from the caller ID marked “Private” asks. The voice is yours, and I am immediately set aflame.

Marla…the disparate character from Fight Club to whom I identify at times.

Marla…who doesn’t represent love, the feminine side, or the damsel in distress.

Marla…a hot mess.

Marla…the only other woman I’ll let you have.

“Is Marla there?” your voice asks again, insistent this time. Lost in my reverie I know you have something special in mind when you invoke Marla, but I snap-to the moment I hear the tone in your voice.

“You mean that little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing me…but you can’t?”

Your low chuckle is heavy with desire as you answer, “Yeah. Tell her to be ready in one hour.” And the phone goes dead.

With a loud WOOP and a single clap of my hands, I’m off and running to the bedroom, scattering dogs in my wake.

I am brought up short when I get to the bedroom…there, on the bed, are clothes, carefully laid out…a black man’s-style hat, black, tailored man’s-style jacket, deep red corset, black fishnet stockings, black skirt, and those black come-fuck-me-pumps with the impossibly high heels you love. You’ve been busy. But what do you have in mind? And where-oh-where are the underwear?

Mmmmm, the thought of whatever it is you have in your mind makes me instantly wet, my pussy opening up like a flower, and I my audible gasp vibrates in the room. And then I spring into action, rushing to the shower, rushing to turn the water to extra hot, rushing, rushing…rushing to you. But once in the shower, the hot water coursing down my hair and back, I remember to slow down and not rush to the end of my pleasure, something I am wont to do oh-so-often. Lathering my hair, I imagine your hands doing the same, as they have done so many times, working through the strands, strong, firm, the heady aroma of my shampoo swirling around me, the dark-amber scent stroking my brain-stem.

With a sigh I breathe in deeply and my cunt contracts again as I allow my hands to cup my breasts and tease my nipples through the suds…so slippery when wet. I’m not using my normal bath sponge…instead, I’ve poured the soap into my hands and am using them to clean myself, my fingers finding my curves and my cunt, touching them deliciously, wantonly, and I’m so distracted as I finger my clit that I forget I’m supposed to be ready shortly. Ready…for what?

Shaking myself out of my daydream I finish my shower and my toilette, applying my makeup generously…Marla, that hot mess, must look the part. Pale face with dark, dark eyes…I look so fuckable and I’m not even dressed yet. And once I get the outfit on that you’ve picked out for me, I’m almost afraid of what you have in mind…if I go out in public like this, it could be dangerous, especially if you’re sending me someplace seedy….and alone…like you did that one time.

Giving myself one more look-over, I smile…and begin to head through the house to await your next order. And there it is, on the kitchen table. My laptop. Open. You’re on my screen…I catch myself walking towards you through my own camera’s window and I stop, my smile slowly spreading.

“Sit down,” you tell me.

I can’t tell where you are…you must be nearby, or these preparations couldn’t have occurred, but there’s nothing familiar behind you, just a blackness, like a drapery. I’m half tempted to sit down in a chair behind the camera but I don’t think you’re in the mood for fuckery tonight…at least not of my mischievous kind. So I sit, grabbing the pack of cigarettes you’ve placed next to my PC and light up, allowing the smoke to drift out of my rouged mouth, my dark glasses hiding my eyes as I stare at you…I am Marla by the time I ease back into the chair.

“You look like you’ve been pleasuring yourself, Marla,” you say. “Without me.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to tell that from where you are, but if you come closer you might be able to tell I’m not done yet.”

“I want you to show me from right where you are,” is your answer, and the smile on your lips doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Marla’s getting an inkling of what you’re wanting and, rather than leaning back in the straight chair, she stands up, flips the chair around so the back is facing the camera, and sits back down, straddling it, her skirt high on her legs, her cigarette dangling from the fingertips of her left hand which is now draped over the back of the chair.

“Show me,” you say again, and without hesitation she reaches for her wetness, leaning back into nothingness as she dips two fingers inside herself. Pulling them out, Marla purposely grazes her clit before bringing her fingers up, glistening in the light, to put them between her lips and taste herself, her tongue openly sliding between her fingers in front of you.

You can’t see her eyes, heavy with desire, but her ragged breathing gives her away, as do her parted lips…wanting is written all over her.

“Now come for me,” she hears you say through the fog of her craving. Marla craves you, but she knows you won’t let her have you…yet.

Standing up, she leans over the chair to give you a great cleavage shot while she puts out her cigarette in the ashtray you’ve left. The pleasure in your low moan belies your desire once again, and as she sits back down she can see the desire in your eyes…you are as hungry for Marla as she is for you.

Not one to disappoint, she reaches into the fabulous corset you laid out and begins to knead her right breast, pinching the nipple, exposing it to you above the top of the ribbing that binds her. Her other hand goes out of view of the camera, but you know what she’s doing as she begins to fuck herself. Soon Marla is rocking back and forth, her fingers rubbing her clit as the lips of her pussy touch the bare, hard wood of the dining room chair.

Turned on at the thought of you watching her, she likes this electronic barrier. It feels less personal and much more depraved…just like she likes it.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, her hand leaves her breast to grab the chair back for support, her nipple still exposed to you and her fingers working her clit and her cunt, faster now, the aroma of sex and body-wash mingling, wafting over her.

“Come for me, Marla….come now.”

“What if I’m not ready? Maybe I don’t want…” and then she does, her mouth twisted in a grimace of pleasure, eyes shut, hand gripping the chair so hard that her knuckles are white, her other hand slick with cum. Crying out, her voice echoes off the walls of the kitchen as her orgasm rolls on, brain overcome with the thought of you watching this wanton display.

Still at her peak she suddenly feels someone behind her and is startled until she sees that the hand that’s reaching around her, grabbing her bare breast, is yours, and she relaxes into you, your hard cock pressed against her back through your jeans. Casting her hat and dark glasses aside, your hand leaves her breast to slide up her chest, closing firmly about her throat and chin to draw her head back for one of your luscious kisses, your tongue circling her lips once before you plunge into her still-moaning mouth. Marla’s on sensory overload as her fingers continue to pleasure herself while your mouth brings her to new heights, your other hand buried in her hair, holding her pinned to you.

But Marla needs to be kept off-center…so you release both her hair and her neck at once, catching her as she starts to fall backwards. Grabbing the hand still buried between her legs you pull it away and cut short the direct pressure she’s still applying to her orgasm. This shifts everything and her eyes fly open, flashing in anger, frustration…and still pleasure.

“What the…!” she cries, standing up quickly to turn on you, still straddling the chair.

“Perfect…right where I want you,” you reply. You’re on Marla’s left, so with your left hand you reach behind her neck and push her forward, over the back of the chair, her hands falling on either side of the laptop, the camera still on so she can see herself. To ease her frustration, your right hand thrusts between her legs, your thumb slipping into her while the knuckles of your curved fingers rub against her poor, abused clit. She jerks back, renewing her orgasm, bucking at your hand.

Releasing her neck you must also release your cock…it’s time to fuck Marla. Quickly stepping out of your pants you step behind her, straddling the chair and lifting her skirt while you guide your cock to her waiting hole. In one push you are in, buried to your balls as you try to push aside the jacket that’s covering that beautiful corset.

“Take that jacket off,” you order her. “It’s in the way.”

“I….can’t…I’ll….fall,” she answers, her words stretched between thrusts.

Rather than argue the point, you grab both ends of the jacket where the two sides meet in back and with one furious motion you rip it up the back and through the collar, rending the garment in two so it falls down her arms, exposing her back. Gripping her corseted waist you thrust inside her cunt…but something’s wrong, and when you realize what it is you grab the bottom of her skirt and rend it from bottom to top, exposing her ass with garters stretched from corset to stockings.

Pleased with the vision, you now turn your eyes to the laptop and the camera that’s capturing everything. On the screen you can see Marla’s face, twisted in pleasure, her mouth open and the lipstick smeared from your kiss; her breast is still exposed and the other one is thrusts away from popping out the top of the corset; and you can see yourself, or at least your lower body, as you drive into her, hanging onto her waist as you plunge your cock into her waiting body.

The sight of all of this, with a nearly 360 degree view of Marla in the throws of passion, makes your cock throb and she can feel you building to your own orgasm; while you’d love to take her in so many ways tonight…and you will…you also have one more surprise for her.

“Marla…baby…come for me again…come with me,” you say as the pressure in your balls becomes unbearable and you come, pumping into her as her own limit is reached once again and she tightens around you, sucking you into her own quivering cunt. And the kitchen is filled with her throaty cries and your own noise and the piquancy of pussy and come and amber and the flickering light of electric sex on the monitor.

As the cries and the coming subside you caress her, like a good pet, stroking her back and sides and flanks while still buried in her.

“Marla…I want you to go to the living room and lay down on the couch…I have something to show you,” you tell her as you slide out of her.

Grabbing her cigarettes while they’re in reach, Marla stretches up to full height, lights one, and while exhaling says, “Why?” in that annoying, bitchy, questioning way she has, ever the distrusting soul, ready to flee at the first hint of distress.

Rolling your eyes, you give her “the look” and say, “Just do it. I promise you’ll like it.”

Raising her chin a bit in challenge she asks you, “Can I clean up first?”

“No…I want you dirty.” And with that you turn and disappear into your cave as she watches you walk away, your naked ass the last thing she sees.

Curiosity killed the cat and will probably be the death of Marla, but that doesn’t stop her from obeying your orders once again. Removing her torn garments from her arms and waist she steps out of them and into the living room, clad only in corset, stockings, and heels. Not seeing any evidence of what you have in mind she heads for the couch, making herself comfortable without sitting down directly, trying to keep the juices that are dripping down her legs away from the furniture.

When you come into the room you sit in your big chair, a comfortable, low thing, your cock resting in your lap.

“Come here,” you tell her. “I want to look at you.”

Raising her chin yet again, you can spot the distrust and challenge in her eyes, but Marla takes the bait and stands, stepping in front of you.

“Turn around…slowly.”

Straightening her spine, chin still raised, she does, walking in a small circle as you gaze on, stirred as much by the sight of her as you are by her reluctant willingness. And then you spot the come on her thighs and the glistening of her pussy and your cock stirs again.

“Kneel down for me, baby…kneel in front of me.”

And Marla does, knowing you want to feel the inside of her mouth. But rather than letting her take your cock in her mouth, you cup her face with your right hand and run your thumb across her lips, smearing her lipstick a bit more, enhancing the look of sluttiness. You slide your thumb past her lips, fucking her mouth like you will with your cock in a few moments, her tongue circling around it.

“That’s my girl,” you say as you take your thumb from her mouth. “Now show me how you do that to my cock.”

And as Marla takes your semi-hard cock in her mouth you lean back to enjoy the sight of her mouth working on you, coaxing it, cajoling it to swell and lengthen as it rises to her ministrations. Soon her head is bobbing up and down, her saliva and wet tongue sliding around you, back and forth, abandoning herself to the motion.

But Marla needs to be kept off-center, so unbeknownst to her you reach for the remote and turn the TV on, watching the video you recorded earlier…of her. Completely unaware of what’s going on, she continues to pleasure you until somewhere in the back of her brain she realizes there are sounds she’s heard before from the near past. Releasing your cock from her lips she raises her head to look at you in curiosity, then turns to the TV in time to see herself leaning into the camera, her bosom filling the screen; she is captivated by the vision of herself, the narcissistic bitch, and promptly ignores you and your glorious cock to watch herself do herself.

“Why don’t you come up here and watch,” you actually ask her, forgetting your role as director.

Barely taking her eyes off the TV, Marla stands and glances at you to see exactly where you want her, but one look at your standing cock and she turns her back to you to straddle your legs. Holding yourself up to greet her pussy, you slide, slide, slide into her as she lowers herself onto you, her legs splayed wide, your cock tip reaching the very end of her.

Marla begins her grind, rocking back and forth instead of up and down, the end of you scratching at the end of her, much like you do with your tongue on the roof of your mouth. Because you’re so far up inside her, the continuing motion is actually making her dizzy and the pressure on the end of your cock is almost too much for you to bear…but you do.

And as Marla begins to come on the TV, Marla begins to come on you, her live cries echoing her cries on the tube and you watch her…both of her…and the sight of your cock buried in her live cunt, and the sight of her tits exposed on the TV, and juices running everywhere, and overpowering smells send you over the edge and you shoot your wad into her, so hard it feels like it’s coming out her throat.

Collapsing back on you, visions of Marla fading on the screen, you have enough presence of mind to shut the TV off before you wrap your arms around her….around me.

“Thank you, baby…thank you for bringing Marla out to play,” we both say to each other, and our low chuckles at our never-ending mind meld are the last thing we need to communicate for the rest of the night…nothing more needs to be said.

~Her

The Storm

I’ve been in town for the week, working on a project, and we’ve had very little time together but now we’ve managed a last minute camping escape for the weekend before I leave for home and away from you. Throwing our bug out bags in the truck, we were ready in an hour and on our way to the lake. And the pine trees. And the fresh air. And the dirt…we love it all. 

Stopping for beer, food, and oh…more beer…on the way out, we hit the road, blasting the stereo, windows down, ready to get…the…fuck…out. We act like we’re going on 18. We take each other higher than we every thought we could go.

We find our favorite spot–nice and quiet, right on the lake, far past where most people go–is unoccupied, and it’s a good thing…you get pretty cranky when we have to camp near others. You love the noises of the night mixed with the sounds of our lovemaking and my coming cries.

While you get the tent set up, I gather wood and build the fire, get our chairs out, and start the food preparations.

“I’m feeling carnivorous”, you had said, so steak it is.

We talked through dinner, never wanting for conversation, drank our beers, sat by the fire, then, unable to keep our eyes open any more, went to our bed in the tent, making love quietly, even gently, before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Well, “quietly” except for that one part when you showed me how carnivorous you were feeling by practically eating me alive, your tongue buried in my pussy, my cries filling the night.

The next day is just peace and quiet…you always have your special Kenyan coffee and we both sit and read our respective books…for such “youngsters” we’re being quite the boring middle-aged couple today. I love it.

Things start to become interesting, though, when you suggest a naked swim in the afternoon. I love skinny dipping with you…the feeling of weightlessness as you pull me around and hold me in the water while you fuck me, the cool water lapping at my hard nipples. And it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that this is what you have in mind as you swim up behind me, roughly cupping both my breasts and pulling me into you, your cock hard, pushing against my ass.

I spread my legs to welcome you as you lift me in the water, then settle me down to where your cock prods at my opening, the water washing away my wetness so there’s a bit of pain involved at the entrance to my pussy until you push your way through. You become engulfed by the heat you love but still feel the cool water when you slide out of me, then back into the heat, then back out…when suddenly there is a loud crack of thunder! In our musings and pleasure we hadn’t noticed a storm moving in, quickly, and the skies open and let fall a gorgeous summer rain.

But it’s not safe to stay here in the water, so we extricate our selves from each other, reluctantly, neither of us anywhere near our pleasure. Grabbing our towels off a rock we head back towards the tent, the rain coming down hard and warm on our chilled, naked bodies. Just as you begin to unzip the opening to our little room there is a tremendous FLASH, followed by an equally tremendous CRACK, as lightning and thunder march across the sky and seemingly straight towards us.

Eyes wide, I jump into the tent, a little freaked out but still turned on and needing you. You close the tent behind you and turn to my waiting arms, your cock engorged as you press me down into our makeshift bed, kissing me in one of those long, slow, deep, wet, passion-filled kisses that leaves me breathless and hungrier for you. I want to grind against you but you actually have your cock pushed against my stomach so I am left with your thigh that’s pressed against my pussy. Not one to waste an opportunity, I spread my legs a little farther and begin to move my hips up and down on it, my heat searing your flesh, when again there’s a bright flash of light, but the crack of thunder doesn’t follow it, it accompanies it…the storm is upon us.

The electricity in the air and the force of the lightning and the boom of the thunder make my body jolt and I arch my back, nearly screaming into your mouth…the danger excites me, the rain pounding on our tent excites me…you excite me.

And you, too, are excited, your cock pulsing against me. Looking down at me, your eyes heavy with passion, you get that slight, lopsided smile you get when you’re feeling devilish, and I know more things are in store for me…oh, so much more.

Pulling yourself up, you straddle my waist, your balls dragging on my skin while your cock leads the way as you move up to my chest, heading straight for my kiss-bruised mouth…but before you can get there, I throw in a bit of a roadblock…I press my breasts together around your cock and you begin to fuck the valley they make, back and forth, back and forth. Another lightning bolt strikes not too far away and this time you arch back. Looking up at you, you’re beautiful in your passion, and I can’t help but raise my head to lick the tip of your cock, releasing you from my tits to get closer to…and deeper into…my mouth.

You fuck my mouth, looking down at yourself going in and out of my lips and you want to come…you love seeing your come on my lips…but there’s so much more you want to do to me and the position is awkward in the tent, so you slide out of me and back down my body, bringing your lips back to mine for a moment before you tell me in a deep whisper, “I want to fuck you like an animal.”

You know how much I love it when you tell me that. You know my cunt just clenched and I could probably come right now. You know…you just know…what to do to me to get the best response at the right time.

Your cock is between my legs but you won’t give it to me. You press it against my swollen clit and begin to fuck it, sliding back and forth, jerking violently when another crash of lightning and thunder comes, nearly driving me to my own orgasm…but you stop…you’re not letting me have all my pleasure yet…you are going to torture me.

“Turn over, baby…turn over and let me fuck you like an animal.”

Moving off me, you allow me to roll onto my stomach and raise my ass in the air for you, but instead of moving right into position behind me, you stay off to my side, slipping fingers into my soaked pussy, your thumb pointing up at my ass as you bring your teeth and tongue down to just below my tattoo and bite me, gently but firmly, and I jerk, clamping down on your fingers when you press your thumb to my ass, not inserting it but keeping pressure on nonetheless.

Your mouth moves up my back, tonguing that spot where the division of my ass meets the small of my back, sinking your teeth into my ribs, between my shoulder blades, on the side of my breast, biting me like you’re a wild lion and I am your lioness. I’m humping against your fingers and thumb, writhing with every bite, and I can’t hold on much longer, each thunder clap jerking me harder, the rain pounding, my heart racing…I am consumed by my senses.

But again, you refuse to let me come…

“Not yet, baby…I want you to scream. And you’re definitely not at the screaming stage…yet.”

CRACK

…and you pull out of me and push me down, covering me with your body, rubbing your wonderfully hairy front from your collarbone to your cock up my body and then you straddle me again, your cock and balls finding their way past my tattoo. You know how sensitive my back is and I’m trying to writhe beneath you but I can’t…you have me pinned as you assault me. To further the effect you grab a fist full of hair and pull back my head, so far back you can rub your cock against my cheek for a moment and catch a corner of my mouth, leaving a slick of pre-cum in your wake.

CRACK

Not able to take it anymore, you push yourself back down between my legs, thrusting them apart but leaving me pinned as you impale me, plunging into me over and over, your legs spreading mine as far as you can, your teeth sinking into my shoulder blade while you grab a handful of my left breast and squeeze.

“Let me hear you scream,” you whisper hoarsely in my ear.

CRACK

And it’s this final thunderous applause from nature that sends me over the edge and my screams fill the air, drowning out the rain and your own loud moans as you lunge and buck and cum, cum, cum in my gripping, pulsating, drenched pussy. I can feel it hit the walls of my cunt, so hard it’s like you’re trying to blast through them and I scream more, heaving beneath you like I’m trying to throw you off but there’s no way…you have covered me completely.

Your chest against my back, your hand gripping my breast, and your breath, ragged in my ear, are the only sensations I am aware of…my cunt is numb from your assault.

Another crack, but this one farther away and less violent, makes you shudder again as you slide out of me, but still you cover me, moving down a bit to rest your head against the small of my back, your chest between my legs, your hands holding my sides, the combined aroma of our bodies and the heat and the sex overpowering in the tent.

And then you say, “I’m hungry, baby”, like I’m supposed to do something about it, should I ever be able to walk again.

~Her

Flying High

We’re returning from the Caribbean after taking a weekend to run down to Anguilla where we were able to stay at Cap Juluca for a great rate thanks to my connections and the economy. We’ve made love on the beach, in the ocean, in the bathtub that could have fit 5 comfortably, outside on the patio, in the bed, and damn near in the stairwell leading to our room, only to be interrupted by our neighbors coming back to their room even later than us.

I’m sated…no, satisfied…completely. We’ve done as little as possible but soak each other up…and in…for 3 days. Even over dinner at Cuisinart Resort we were completely absorbed in one another…you fed me lobster without a fork, watching your fingers disappear into my mouth, much like you watch your cock do the same, my tongue circling the tips to draw the…butter…off of them.

And this is what I begin to think about as we sit on the plane, drinking screwdrivers, and I can feel myself beginning to throb, my pussy growing warmer than it’s naturally overheated state. I want you again. Now. And all it takes is an intoxicated glance at you and you know e x a c t l y what I’m thinking. It’s time to join the Mile High Club.

Leaning into me, you whisper instructions in my ear as you slide your hand up my leg, checking to see just how much the temperature changes between my knee and my cunt, and you discover that, as usual, the change is vast and I’m ready for you.

Standing up, you step across my lap and brush…purposefully…against my breast, sending shivers straight to my cunt….I’m so ready I could mount you right there in the seat. Reluctantly you continue away from me, your eyelids heavy as you stare down at me, your smile crooked and knowing, heading to the nasty, small bathroom we’re about to fuck in….but you don’t care, you just need my pussy. Now. And I can tell….your cock is already hard as you pass by, your hips at eye level.

You make your way to the bathroom and lock the door, and all I can do is wait…patiently….for you to unlock it and the ‘vacant’ light to go on…and then it does, and I almost launch out of my seat, rushing to enter through the door before some other wayward traveler makes the mistake of finding you, ready, for me.

I open the bathroom door, and the space is so small I don’t know how you’ve managed to squish yourself back to allow me room to enter without a struggle, but you have, and I do.

In fact, the only struggle that ensues is after I close and lock the door. I’ve turned to you for a kiss and you’re having none of that…enough kisses this weekend, you’re going to fuck me senseless right here, right now. You spin me back around and close to the sink, pushing my hips and body away from you with one hand as you drop your shorts with another, then lift my skirt and literally rip my panties off me, discarding them on the floor.

You rest yourself against the bulkhead as you grab my hips and pull me towards your waiting, gloriously hard cock. I push against the mirror, visions of the masquerade party running through my head as you enter me, parting my pussy with your fingers, reaching between my legs from behind to caress my clit while you slide, slide, slide into me, so open, so ready for you. I’m always ready for you….never have we had a moment of doubt or delay.

I grip your cock as I put my foot up on the side of the commode and you use my hips as the guiding force, back and forth, back and forth….I have no control of any muscles save those of my pussy, clenching and un-clenching your cock as you make me ride you.

I’m starting on a low moan, almost a growl, and, worried that I’ll cry out as you know I can, you take your hand from my hip and put it over my mouth to muffle my sounds of pleasure. Wisely, you keep your hand cupped a bit so my teeth can’t sink into your palm, even though I try.

Then, as your fingers, still rubbing my clit, continue their work, we come together, harder and harder in this forbidden climate of airline smells. I scream into your palm, knowing that even the sounds of the airplane may not drown out the sound of my coming, oh….soooo….hard….or of my head banging against the mirror.

Buried inside of me, your cock still pumping your come into me, there’s a knock on the door and we hear a flight attendant asking if everything is okay. As the last one to enter, I respond with a throaty “yes” and continue to ride you until you’re spent, my own orgasm subsiding slowly as I begin to laugh, deeply, bright color in my cheeks and a glow in my eyes as we stare in the mirror at each other, your look bringing me such pleasure.

And yet you don’t leave my body…keeping eye contact, you push your hips into me and I can feel you flex, again…and again…and my orgasm continues…or resurges…or completes. You….complete me.

Thankfully it’s a late night flight and the cabin is dark as we attempt to stumble back to our seats. The flight attendant gives us a dirty look…she couldn’t join the club if she wanted to and she’s jealous. We curl up, my head on your shoulder, holding hands, and promptly fall asleep.

~Her

Masquerade Party

We’ve been invited to a masquerade party at an old house in the Quarter and I’m quite excited – this is my first trip to New Orleans and we’re going to this amazing house on Halloween. I think they’re some business acquaintances or friends of yours…I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want to say I’ve been to a masquerade party in NO—AND I want to wear that incredible mask I bought in Venice last summer…ahh, how I would love to experience that city with you, too.

But for now, we are in New Orleans, and I’m happy. I have a fabulous black dress with a low back and gold thread that looks almost like rope woven throughout it, as well as those amazing shoes that have the rope on them. The long necklace I’m wearing is, of course, being worn non-traditionally — It’s hanging down my back instead of my front and its touching on my skin sends continuous electric sparks through me. And of course, there’s the mask. My eye makeup is heavy so all you see of my eyes are the Kohl-rimmed lids and the hazel of my iris’s surrounded by white.

In the cab on the way to the party you’ve played with the necklace on my back, sending more shivers through me, but not too many…you don’t want me losing control…yet.

The house…actually, mansion…is gorgeous, and scary, and fascinating…we’ve had to walk under those amazing oak trees with all that Spanish moss on them, the lights are low, the decorations are intense…this is obviously no kids’ party. And the masks—WOW! Everyone has amazing masks on, no one is without one—even the men have gotten into the act and aren’t restricting themselves to a simple Zorro-type mask, but are wearing devices as intricate as anything a woman is wearing.

We wander through the various rooms, drinks in hand—there are all sorts of gaming tables set up and I’m happy to see a poker game going on with a seat empty. Hmmm, playing poker with people in masks…what a way to hone my face-watching skills while keeping myself masked. I love it. You see the smile on my face, knowing I want to play, so you shoo me away with a kiss and wander off on your own, presumably to find your friends.

I play poker with the fellows for about an hour, but my heart’s not in it…I miss you. I’ve seen you walk by a few times, knowing you’re keeping an eye on me, but you haven’t bothered me… how refreshing. No hovering, no clinging, just a quick check and off you go. It makes me feel safe, protected, but not caged, not monitored.

I leave the table with my winnings…not a lot, but enough to be happy that I took money off some poor unsuspecting soul…and go in search of you, finding you near the fireplace talking to several women. You’re such a flirt. Actually, I’m surprised, because quite often you’ll hover in a corner or against a wall when we’re out and just watch your surroundings, but tonight you are in them…perhaps it’s your own mask allowing you to free up a bit.

Regardless, you see me approach and a smile slowly spreads across your face and I can’t help but respond in kind—you infect me with your pleasure. Barely giving leave to the women who surround you, you cross the distance between us and take me in your arms to kiss me, right there, in front of everyone, your right hand holding my jaw, and I melt into you. My head is spinning from your kiss and the drinks I had earlier and you grip me a little tighter, recognizing that my complete surrender could mean my collapse, too. You can also feel the heat of me against your leg as I move my body into yours and you pull your head up, smile, and say, “Come with me.”

Taking my hand you guide me through the crowd, past the salon where the poker game continues, and up the stairs. Now I know why you walked by so many times…not just to check on me, but to find the right spot to have me. Oh, you’re a devilish bastard, and I love it.

You find the door you’re looking for and open it, pushing me ahead of you into a large bathroom (what is it with us and bathrooms?!) I turn to you and you’re leaning against the door as you reach behind you and lock it. The sound of the click sends an electric pulse straight to my core and I know I’m wet and ready for you. But I think you have a little something else in mind as you begin to unzip your pants.

I’m happy to oblige your wishes as I drop to my knees and take your hard, swollen cock in my mouth, a little at first until I can make it wet enough to slide you all the way between my lips. As I’m working you in and out, fucking you with my mouth, you look down and see nothing but mask, feathers, and my lipstick-stained lips and involuntarily you jerk, your pleasure intensifying with every suck and tongue movement.

I can feel you swelling and I pull away and let you help me to my feet…I’m not about to not get my own pleasure tonight. Stepping away from you I turn, lift my skirt to drop my panties, and bend over the counter, my heels lifting me high enough that you merely need to step in behind me, flip my dress over my ass and slide between my legs, pushing your way to my entrance. Before you enter me though, and no matter how ready I am for you, you move your cock down a bit to slide it along my pussy, rubbing it against my clit, back and forth, fucking me as I jerk in response to you, wanting you in me but not wanting you to stop.

Oh gawd, I can feel my orgasm building as you continue to rub my clit and I can feel the head of your cock and every bit of you, sliding around outside of me and now I can’t hold back anymore and I start to come, wave after wave shaking me, but it’s still not enough and I cry out, “Fuck me, baby, please! Please, have me!”

And so you oblige, your own orgasm a few strokes away as you bury your cock to the hilt inside my quivering, coming pussy. I immediately grab onto you, my muscles tightening around you, not wanting to let you go as I fly on, harder and harder and faster. My hand is against the mirror, giving me a way to push back into you. You look down, my tattoo partially exposed as you see yourself buried inside me, one with me, and the sight sends you over the edge and now I can feel you coming, coming, filling me with more heat and I continue to come, crying out with pleasure that can’t be contained.

You stay inside me a few moments more, both of us trying to catch our breath, the only thing keeping us standing is the rod you still have buried in me.

There is a knock on the door and the handle is trying to be turned as we both jump a bit, but still you stay inside me, gripping my hips, and I begin to come again, or is it still?, as I grind against you a bit more.

“Be right out,” you call, and I swear I can feel the vibration of your voice thru your cock as I finally cease this coming you have me do so well.

Sliding out of me, I feel the emptiness that comes after you leave me. You tell me to wait as you run the water in the sink to make it warm, then take a washcloth and place it between my legs, cleaning me up so gently. As you clean yourself off I get myself prepared for the world once again, the mask barely covering the flush on my face, and we leave the bathroom holding hands, noting the couple waiting outside, presumably to take part of each other as we did.

It’s a good room. And you’re a good man.

~Her

South Beach Sandwich

I’m standing outside Nikki Beach Bar in South Beach. Inside the beat of the music pounds so sensuously I can feel the sidewalk throb beneath my feet. You left me at this very spot a half hour ago … when you shoved your panties into my hand and turned and walked away on your 5-inch heels, swallowed by the entrance to this notorious meat market. 

I’m supposed to go inside now and act like I don’t know you and “pick you up,” fulfilling one of our many fantasies. Until now, I’ve been waiting at a bar down the street, knocking back shots of Patron with my right hand, kneading your panties inside my jacket pocket with my left, the excitement building inside me so much I can think only of taking you back to our hotel room and fucking you like an animal.

Anxiously, anticipating finding you, I push through the doorway into the club and run into a wall of music blaring from the sound system and nearly fall over backwards. My eyes need a minute to adjust to the low light, the sight of men and women grinding their bodies against each other on the dance floor, the haze of smoke mixed with the scent of sex hovering in the thick air.

I make for the bar, catching the eye of a pretty young thing on duty, and flash her a wink and my crooked smile, a come hither call so she’ll take my drink order. It works every time, and soon I’m holding a Mojito in my hand.

Sipping my drink, I turn around slowly, scanning the room, searching for you among the couples gathered at the tables in anticipation of countless acts of fucking that will ensue sometime during this night. Leaning back against the bar, I spot you at a table not 10 feet away, beautifully decorated for our liaison, your hair curly from the South Florida humidity, your cheeks flushed, your lips plump and moist, your cleavage barley contained by your lowcut dress, the demon heels I selected for you balancing beneath the table.

You toss your head back, uttering that hearty laugh I know and love so well.

Because you are not alone.

Sitting next to you is what I can only describe as a gorgeous man, in his 30s, his brown hair clipped close, his blue eyes drinking you in, his chiseled face wearing a huge smile, every tooth perfect and gleaming, his shirt unbuttoned to his chest, revealing what appears to be the dark stain of ink that can only be the beginnings of a much larger tattoo hidden beneath.

I breathe in sharply, unable to exhale for a moment. Stunned. And yet, at the same time aroused, my cock already beginning to stir within my slacks.

You’re holding a martini glass in your right hand, your left hand poised ever so near his on the top of the table.

I feel a sudden sharp, burning jab of jealously deep within my chest, as if I’m being stabbed with a hot poker… and at the same time my cock still swells. I can’t move, paralyzed by the duality of what I’m feeling. By what I’m seeing. By what you’re doing. By how I’m taking it.

You move your head in closer to his, huddling your body nearer, the fingers of your left hand now barely touching his. I see you smile … and look at him … longingly, as he returns your gaze, as captured by you as I was the first time I looked into your fiery eyes.

I stare, unblinking for what seems like hours but I know can only be seconds, my stare finally broken when you look up and find me. You smile, sarcastically, and quickly flick your tongue at the corner of your mouth and turn your eyes away from me … back towards this man … and move in closer to him.

I know the moment you’ve left my gaze that our fantasy has taken a turn … into the one we’ve talked about doing but aren’t sure we can go through with … the one where WE pick someone up.

I smile. He has no idea what’s coming.

I leave the bar and walk over to your table and pull out the chair next to you. “I see this seat’s available,” I say, smugly.

The guy sitting next to you leans back, an incredulous look coming over his face, his upper lip beginning to curl with anger.

“WhatEVER,” you say, looking up at me with what I know to be mock irritation, and then look back at him. “It’s okay, baby,” you tell him, your voice silky.

I falter for a second as I start lowering myself to the chair … because that’s what you call me, and ONLY me … baby. But I know you just said it to him to get to me, so I catch myself and continue on with my bravado, sitting down like I own you, pulling my chair in close to you, deftly sliding my right hand onto your leg and up your thigh and under your dress, feeling the growing heat as I aim for the center of your legs.

Your boyfriend looks on in utter shock. His eyes are now so huge they look like golf balls.

You don’t take your eyes off him, as if daring him to react, until I find your naked cunt, and then you shut them and suck in a sharp breath when I slip two fingers inside your incredible wetness then retract them and bring them up … to your mouth … your lips parting, accepting, closing down around my fingers to taste yourself … while I stare your boyfriend down.

“I believe she’s ready for us, Champ,” I say, grinning.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

After we explain ourselves to your boyfriend, Sam, there isn’t much reason to stick around the bar. He’s more than game, especially when I reach inside my jacket pocket and pull out your panties and thrust them into his hand.

“Imagine,” I say, leaning in close so only he can hear me. “She was wearing these about an hour ago.” And I turn and grab your hand and walk towards the exit, your new little doggy following behind us, clearly tracking the scent of your heat.

We catch a cab outside the club and in the five-minute ride to our hotel, as you sit between us, Sam finds your left hand sliding up the leg of his slacks to his crotch,  while I find your right hand moving up my leg toward mine, and Sam and I reach with our closest hands for your wetness.

“Oh, baby,” you say, turning to me, astonished. “He’s HUGE!”

I smile and lean over and kiss you deeply and say: “Then I do believe you’re going to experience some pain, darling.”

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

At the hotel, upstairs on the 8th floor, in our suite, the three of us move quickly to the couch. We’ve just come from the elevator, where you hit the stop button, knelt down before both of us, unzipped our flys, and took out our swollen cocks.

You had been so anxious to see what turned out to be his 10-inch member, but you were ever so careful to make sure you kept me with you every step of the way as you explored him, like we’d talked about doing before, if ever we found ourselves in this situation.

“As long as you participate,” you had said.

You couldn’t have paid me NOT to participate as I stood there, watching you take his cock into your mouth, then pop it back out only to lean over and suck mine into your mouth. Back and forth you treated us to this sharing. His cock in your mouth. My cock in your mouth. It lasted only a minute or so, but I knew as it happened that I’d never forget the sight.

Now, inside our room, we quickly undress and sit down on the couch, Sam to your right, me to your left. You lean over to Sam, put your lips on his, open them and slip your tongue into his mouth. I can see he’s an expert kisser and you begin to squirm, angling your ass against my thigh. He reaches for your breast and starts squeezing a nipple.

You pull your lips away from his and part them and moan, only to dart your head down to his crotch to take his cock into your mouth again … because you just have to have more. Though it’s 10 inches long it’s very thin and you do a wonderful job of taking as much of him in as you can, bobbing up and down, giving what I already know to be an expert blowjob.

As you suck Sam’s cock you’re very aware of me, your left hand gripping the hair on my chest, then tracing its way down to my cock, and you begin to stroke me, the thrill of two magnificent cocks at your disposal already sending you barrelling toward your first orgasm, I can tell, even though neither Sam nor I have touched your cunt since the cab ride.

But I change all that, leaning over with my left hand to plant my thumb on your swollen clit as I slip two fingers inside you, just the way you like it, pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure and rotating my thumb as you rock your hips to the same motion you’re giving Sam’s cock, humping my hand.

Before long you are writhing, arching your back against the couch, in full orgasm, Sam’s cock still in your mouth, my cock still in your hand, my fingers still buried in your cunt.

Slowly you come down from your excitement and I leave your cunt and stand up and turn you around on the couch, pointing your ass toward me, as you quicken the rhythm of your mouth on Sam’s cock and push your ass back towards me, hungry to have me inside you.

I don’t delay. I slip inside you and run my cock to the hilt and pull back and slam into you, pull back and slam into you, as I reach around from behind you to massage your clit, your rhythm on Sam’s cock adapting to the pace of our fucking, your hips bucking back against me in time to all three of us.

We all moan together.

I know you’re ready to come again, so I slow down just long enough for you to feel my thrusts going deep within you but also so that I don’t come just yet, and you explode, a shudder rippling through you, as you pull your mouth away from Sam’s cock and scream, knowing if he were still in your mouth you’d be giving him some serious teeth-mark scars.

Quickly I tell Sam to stand, and I push you up to a standing position too, and then I sit down on the couch, spinning your body around so your back is to me. I reach up with two fingers and slip inside your wetness, which is now beginning to run down your legs … and I pull my fingers from your cunt … and then … in a shock to you … I slide them into your ass, for lubrication.

You look around at me, stunned for a second, but then grin knowingly, completely accepting what I’m about to do.

“Sit on my cock, baby, but not with your cunt,” I order. And you back yourself up to me, stand up on the couch, and then lower your ass onto my cock, your body so limber your knees are angled up into the air as your feet straddle either side of me.

And slowly you slide your ass down on my cock … letting me violate the last place I haven’t been inside you, slowly accepting my thickness, centimeter by centimeter, until your ass muscles relax, and you settle down gently, taking me all in.

“And now you get to have your present, baby, Sam’s glorious cock in your cunt,” I say, my voice husky, the feeling of the tightness of your ass around my cock so intense I could come right now … but I make myself wait.

Sam, smiling, walks forward, his cock in his hand, and says: “this might hurt a little.”

“It better,” you say, looking up at him with your FUCK ME NOW eyes, then order: “Fuck me, damnit!”

And he complies, pushing into you as I begin to rock you from behind, my cock feeling through your perineum his cock sliding into you, in and out, in and out, the pressure building inside your cunt also building inside your ass and against my cock, as you lean forward to trace the tattoo of a dragon on his shaved chest with your tongue and circle one of his nipples.

We rock back and forth like this for longer than I would have imagined we could, the three of us so goddamned ready to explode by now I get the feeling we might damage the furniture when we do.

Sam pumps his big cock inside your cunt and I ram my thick cock inside your ass and you lean back against my body, the weight of you and Sam pressing in on me. Every time you clench your cunt muscles around Sam’s cock the muscles in your ass also clench around mine. It is the most intense sensation I have ever experienced.

I know you’re ready because I can feel you quicken your pace as you slam down against my cock every time Sam slides his cock back to begin his next thrust into you. You arch forward and I reach up with both hands and lightly trail my fingers down your back, knowing this is your most sensitive region, and you begin to quiver around both of our cocks and neither Sam nor I can hold back any longer.

Sam starts to pull back from you, as if to pull out and come on your breasts, but you reach up and wrap both arms around him.

“No,” you order in your deepest, sexist, I’m getting so fucked right now, voice. “I want to feel you both come inside me. Now!”

And we do, exploding, shooting deep ribbons of come inside both of your holes, the three of our juices leaking out and around you and onto me and the couch, in one sticky and hot and fantastic mess.

And with Sam still inside you, now collapsed against you in exhaustion, you lean back and turn your head to find my lips … and you stop and lock your eyes on mine and say, in our private little joke:

“I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.”

-Him

Following Orders

I’m laying across the bed, naked but for the shoes you told me to put on…the heels you like so much. “Put your hands above your head,” you tell me, knowing I’ll do it, knowing I trust you, knowing I won’t move them until it becomes unbearable to do otherwise. I comply, gripping the headboard, not wanting to displease you, knowing our pleasure will be all the more complete if I turn myself over to you.

You hover over me, still fully dressed, and begin to run your thumb across my lips, watching me close my eyes in early delight. I can sense your closeness as you bring your mouth near mine, replacing your thumb with your teeth as you draw out my bottom lip, sucking on it, tugging it before you bring the full force of your kiss into my mouth. I moan into you, my desire growing, as I try to concentrate on keeping my hands wrapped around the bars above my head.

Your right hand traces my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, to hold my breast up to your following mouth as I arch towards you, twisting, writhing, wanting more while you leave my nipple wet to pull me further onto my side, sinking your teeth into my ribs.  Oh my god, the pleasure rips through the pain as I cry out but you don’t stop. You barely have to move your hand to my legs when I spread them willingly, my heels making it easy to raise my hips off the bed to greet your fingers dipping into me, past the silky beginning to that rougher spot you find when you do that little “come here” motion that pushes me completely over the edge, coming and coming and coming. I don’t even know where you are, only your fingers inside me.

Slowly my hips settle back down but I’m quivering inside. You slide out of my wetness and bring your fingers back to my lips for me to hungrily taste myself as you whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, but you must turn over, darlin’.”

Of course I submit, still with arms raised above my head, still feeling the effects of my orgasm, still eager for you when I hear the sound of your clothes coming off—the rustle of your shirt, the zipper on your pants sliding down. I start to raise my hips when I feel the weight of you on the bed, but you push them back down, your hand covering my tattoo momentarily. I’m slightly confused, right up until the moment you grab a fistful of my hair and then I feel your cock caressing my tattoo, my ass, my excruciatingly sensitive back, up between my shoulder blades and back down again. The hardness of you leaves a burning trail on my already overheated body as I moan, “Please…please, now.”

Again I feel your weight leave the bed after you release my hair from your grasp, and again I’m confused until you lean down to my ear, once more to whisper a demand: “Get on your knees at the end of the bed.”

You can’t see my smile as I slide down and obey once again, ready for you. You cradle a foot in your hand for a moment, turned on by the 5” heels you know I have the audacity to wear in public but really don just for you.

Again your left hand slides up my back to sink your fingers into my hair, pulling me back to you as you impatiently and unceremoniously guide your cock into me in one swift, solid motion, straight to my very end, holding my hip to steady yourself as you drive into me again and again and again. There’s no reason to stop now—you couldn’t if you wanted to. You can feel me tightening around you, all my wetness and silk and muscle encompassing you while your hardness fills me, throbbing, unrelenting.

As you start to release, to fulfill your pleasure, to finalize your taking of me, you say one more thing: “Come.” And I do, with you, around you, on you, more and more and more, together, over and over, harder and harder, continuing impossibly while I nearly black out from the pleasure until slowly your hips stop; you stay inside me while I continue to quiver, releasing my hair to caress once more my back. Pulling away from you now, you slide out of me ever so gently, in complete contradiction to your taking of me just moments ago.

Soon enough it will be time to remove the demon heels, but for now you join me back on the bed, pulling me to you with a leg thrown over my hip and a breast in your hand, our breathing still strained.

I give a low chuckle as I stretch into you. I’ve had my way and you didn’t even know…or care.

~Her