by Naomi Penn
“I’ve wanted you for a long time. Yes.”
He didn’t hesitate. He lunged toward me, lifting himself off his knees and lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me deeply. His tongue danced with mine deliciously as he carried me to the couch. The soft velvet felt nice against my skin as he lay me down. He hovered over me as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. He was chiseled,and it melted me.
A gasp escaped my lips when he pulled his belt from his jeans and unbuttoned them. He lowered them down, exposing his cock to me. He was a large man, and it made me a little nervous.
He slid his hand into his front pocket, pulling a square foil from it and holding it with his teeth. He inched his jeans off his legs and pulled them off his feet with his boots. Ripping the package open, he pulled a condom out and fit it over what I craved. Crawling over top of me, he licked my collarbone, kissing my jawline, moving down to the swells of my breasts over the pushup bra I bought just for him. “I’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you, Brandi. But I need to fuck you. I need to feel myself inside you. I ache for you, baby.”
I swallowed hard. He inched my panties down my hips and down my legs, his eyes taking in every inch of me. I could feel my heart pounding as his hand felt back up my legs to my pussy. He cupped it. He pressed his palm into it, and it sent a flare off inside me. I gasped. He moved his hand just right. I closed my eyes. Every movement he made caused me to get closer to an orgasm I was only familiar with by my own hands.
“Joel,” I whispered. I opened my eyes in time to see his hand move away from me. He looked up and grinned a sly grin, leaning slowly forward. His hands pushed my legs open,and his mouth covered my pussy. My breath caught in my throat,and I held it there as his tongue moved between my lips and around my most sensitive areas. He knew what he was doing. He lapped at my folds, causing my arousal to hit me fast and squeeze around me. I edged closer to the cliff that was my orgasm and just before I fell over the top he stopped and stood up.
I was breathing so hard; my mouth was dry. He slid his thumb across the corner of his mouth and licked it, smiling at me.
“You are so intense,” I breathed. “I can’t—please, Joel. You need to—.” I couldn’t put a full sentence together. My mind was clouded.
He hovered over me and dropped down onto the couch, his arms catching his fall before he collided into me. He slowly lowered himself down and the feel of his naked body against mine was almost too much to handle. He nuzzled my neck and pecked playfully at the sides of my chin. His hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together. His hips rocked against mine,and I felt his massive hard-on rubbing me in the right spots. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back as he pulled my bra down and sucked on my nipple. The feeling was like electricity.
He propped his upper body up and watched my face intently. I tried controlling my breathing. His cock was pressing against my opening. I fought to stay calm. I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, I was afraid. How much would it hurt? How long would the pain stay? My breathing came in short tufts,and his hand stroked my hair. He watched me as he slowly entered me. It was intense, agonizingly slow. I felt him inch his cock inside me, penetrating me little by little, his eyes intently taking me in.
He lowered his face to mine, framed my head with his arms and brushed his lips to mine. “Ready?” he whispered.
I swallowed hard and took in a big breath, nodding slightly. Almost simultaneously, he pressed his lips to mine, he slammed his tongue deep into my mouth and thrust his cock deep inside me and held it there.
With the intensity of the entire experience swirled with pleasure and the shock of arousal, I never felt the pain I had anticipated. If I did, it was disguised as a more intense pleasure. I let out the breath I was holding feeling him stretch me wide. He moved his hips back and forth, small movements at first. He watched me, making sure I was okay, asking me if I liked what I felt, stroking my hair and my face as he slowly fucked me. As he pushed himself in and out of my vaginal walls, his movements increased in length, they increased in speed, and his hunger for me grew.
His kisses were intense, harder, his breathing was heavy, labored, and he seemed to get off on my reaction. When it hit me, it all hit me at once. I felt a pressure well up inside me,and it sent me over the edge with an orgasm that grabbed hold of me and didn’t let go. My body tensed up, my muscles locking into place. I wanted to scream out,but nothing came out of my mouth. He fucked me hard and fast until he buried his face into the crook of my neck. A guttural groan escaped his lips coming from the depths of his soul. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he continued ramming inside of me. It was the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had in my life… the ones I gave myself with a few fingers didn’t compare to this glorious moment of ecstasy. I could feel myself gushing fluid all over him, which only seemed to increase his lust for me – but I managed to shift my hands onto his hips, beckoning him to pause for a moment, anything to give my sensitive pussy a break from his big cock.
“You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He whispered into my ear with a sly smile.
I sighed and giggled at the same time, feeling my body melt into a pool of pleasure. But I knew he wasn’t done yet, and I didn’t want to deprive him of anything he deserved so badly. His member still pulsated in my vagina. It was incredible! I could actually feel his cock throbbing. It let me know just how horny he was for my body, and feeling that only served to stir my desire for him.
“Let’s turn you over…” He said, slapping my ass and directing me onto my stomach.
I obliged all too willingly. In the next second, his strong hands were pulling at my hips, bringing me back onto my knees with my ass stuck up into the air. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life… but the way his fingers caressed my skin and how he spoke such sexy things to me, I instantly gave way to passion, and once more wanted to feel him thrusting inside of my pussy.
That didn’t take long either… as he slid the head of his cock up against my lips, spreading them apart just a bit, he teased me with the tip going up and down.
“Come on!” I whimpered, pushing my ass back.
He denied me the pleasure I sought so intensely, with his hands holding my butt in place, preventing me from swallowing up his manhood.
“Not yet,” he smirked.
I moaned again, pushing back harder. Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging sensation, as his palm smacked loudly against my bare bottom.
“Show me how much you want it,” he taunted.
Once more I rammed my ass back toward him, still feeling the head of his cock right at the lips of my pussy. God! How I wanted him so fucking bad… right now, in me! Damnit!
Joel’s hand came slapping down, causing me to lurch forward from the pain. But before I could react, he’d already taken hold of my hips and pulled me right onto his cock!
“Ahhh…” I groaned, letting my head flop down as I experienced the hot sensation of his hard dick spreading me open and sliding right in. My lips were so wet from the cum, there was barely even any friction at all as he entered me. Then his stomach was pressed right against my butt, letting me know his entire manhood was solidly thrust inside of me.
With an animalistic urge, Joel began fucking me harder than I ever dreamed of! His grunts of passion and rough slaps against my skin forced me to arch my back, shoving against him with each thrust, wanting to take him deeper and deeper. He entered me over and over… I never wanted it to stop.
“God yes, Brandi! Take that cock! You fuckin’ gorgeous girl…”
The next thing I knew, his cock twitched forcefully inside of me as he squeezed my ass with both hands, digging the fingers into my now red skin harder than he’d ever done before. Joel’s hips titled upward as he pulled my butt downward, ensuring that all of his hot cum would stay buried in my now no-longer-virgin pussy…
He let his body go limp and lay across my back, his weight bearing down across my shoulders, before he toppled over onto the side of me �
�� we stared at each other, eye to eye. I stroked his hand, satisfaction radiating from my mind.
We must have fallen asleep blissfully because we woke up to someone pounding on the door. He scrambled off the couch and looked at the time. It was well past two in the morning. He looked over at me and smiled, stifling a laugh. We both burst out laughing as we put ourselves back together. Sneaking out the fire escape, we ran off like two forbidden lovers in the night. It was the most erotic experience I had ever had.
Story 3
Good morning, Lady Murkgreed,” little Willow Woods said to the middle aged woman standing before her.
“Oh... Willow,” Lady Murkgreed, pretty wife of Lord Murkgreed, replied with a curious tone, looking out over the young girl's shoulder – first to the left and then to the right, as if she was uncertain as to why the lowly 19 year old nanny had knocked on the door of her luxurious home on this fine afternoon.
“Ah yes,” Willow nodded with a smile after a brief, awkward pause.
“And what can I help you with?” Mrs. Murkgreed responded, this time with a bit more coldness to her voice.
“Well...” Willow began. “I'm just here to look over the children, as usual?”
“Ohhh!” Mrs. Murkgreed pursed her lips, letting out a laugh. “About that... Didn't you get my letter, Willow?”
“No, Lady Murkgreed. Not that I be aware of. Why, is something wrong?”
“Something wrong?” The arrogant woman snickered. “Is something wrong? My lord, wench... is that all you have to say?”
Willow's face took on an expression of pure bewilderment. She couldn't fathom why this sudden change had come over her routine employer, in the form of Lady Murkgreed – the wife of handsome Mr. Murkgreed, a very respected, highly praised lord known far and wide.
“I don't understand, miss. Did I do something wrong? Did something happen to stir your britches?” Willow pleaded, beginning to feel a bit worried. She'd never seen the usually friendly mother acting so harshly toward her – not in the many months that she had been watching over the Murkgreed children. Willow had always gotten on so well with them – both Lady and Lord Murkgreed, as well as with the young ones. They never had any complaints or issues with the comely lass, though she didn't often speak with the handsome, yet distant husband himself.
And so, it seemed quite strange that the middle-aged woman was all of a sudden behaving so bitterly toward the fair-skinned teen.
“Save it!” Mrs. Murkgreed spat. “Try to maintain some dignity, of what little you might have left.”
“Miss Murkgreed?” Willow repeated, her eyes beginning to water. The poor, young, untouched girl didn't take criticism so well (or a loss of income, being rather on the poor side of life). The slightest little insult or belittling remark would ruin her day. And so, one can imagine what this outright rejection was doing for her self-confidence. “Did Lord Mur--”
But here she found the door summarily slammed in her attractive, pouting face – the gust of wind knocking her hair back with great force.
And that was that! This forceful action had effectively terminated her employment with the Murkgreeds... and for what reason, little Willow had not a clue. She simply stood there, staring on at the ornate door, as if the naive lass was expecting it to somehow open and the previous incident forgotten. Perhaps the motherly Lady Murkgreed was playing some sort of cruel joke on the young girl.
However, this was not to be the case. And as the minutes ticked by, Willow Woods herself came to reach this very conclusion. A very sullen one at that. For the Murkgreed's had been allowing the penniless girl to sleep in one of their many guest rooms. A most welcome retreat from the night cold. And now... she would have no such place to go! The young girl turned to leave, bringing a finger to her teary cheek – where Willow did ponder what possibly could have gone wrong. Had she really done something so terrible to be turned away at their doorstep without so much as an explanation, of any sorts?
***
Willow found herself walking down the dreary cobblestone streets, arms folded across her chest in an attempt to keep warm. The girl couldn't afford any sturdy winter clothing. She had usually worn those provided by the Murkgreed household, but, given the current circumstance... that was no longer an option. And so, she began to shiver slightly as those dainty fingers rubbed at her cold flesh through the thin, moderately tattered dress.
No place to go, not now anyway. She thought of going to one of the local taverns for a bit of warmth. Just a place to sit and think for a while – until night rolled around and she was booted out onto the streets, of course. A none too pleasant notion...
Suddenly the characteristic sound of a horse carriage's clip-clopping could be heard making its way down the cobblestone road. Willow, at first, paid no attention to this noise as it was not an overly uncommon one to be heard – especially on these busy streets. However, it was the shrill voice that accompanied the hooves which caught her full, undivided attention.
“Filthy little whore!” The woman yelled, waving her fist out the passing carriage window.
Willow turned at once to address the noise, taken completely by surprise. She couldn't even be sure that the insult was meant for her. But, as she looked to the street and saw the familiar face of Mrs. Landebaum (a close friend of Lady Murkgreed's) sticking out of the window, that hostile expression and bitter set of eyes staring right at young, untouched Willow Woods. It became quite certain, right then and there, that the invective was indeed meant for the poor lass.
But again, Willow had no idea what warranted such treatment – and worse yet, no idea how to best respond! She merely stood there, looking nervously around at the reactions from several people passing by. Their arrogant gazes eyeing the lowly lass up and down, and finally shaking their heads from side to side, as if to say, Yep... a whore alright!
Quite an unfair assumption, however. As young Willow Woods had never in her life engaged in any of the lusty fornications that were so popular at the time of her life. Despite being very pretty faced and possessing a comely, enticing figure, the girl had not yet partaken of any debauched activities. Her body was pure, chaste. Though she had often wondered about such things, as many young girls do. The curious little notions which fill the minds of virginal women... how fun, and forbidden, it is to imagine those lewd topics.
“What?” Willow whimpered aloud as the carriage trotted off down the road. “I—I—I'm not!”
But the nearby crowd had already begun to take notice of the attractive woman. Men were pointing, snickering, and jeering. The few women, with their parasols and fancy hats, cast their noses sky-ward in a snobbish manner. A few grabbed their children sternly by the shoulders and moved on with haste, so as not to taint their childhood with memories of such filth as the whorish Willow Woods... or so they would have you believe.
The girl found herself the object of distinct ridicule – right there in public and in plain sight! A few lusty ruffians began to approach the frightened lass, thinking they might score an easy, cheap erotic thrill with their filthy manroots. How easy it was for the hooligans of the town to cast judgement on the hapless lady. And all for what? Simply because a woman of noble standing had shouted an invective from the window of a passing carriage? Laughable! And yet, that was in situation in which Willow Woods currently found herself. Gazed upon by those filthy, wandering eyes. The scoundrels with their tongues licking at their dirt-encrusted lips, like hungry hounds trying to tree a fox.
“A might fair piece, isn't she?” One of the foul-faced men commented, nudging his friend with an elbow.
“Aye, right fair!” His companion snickered.
“And what might such a pretty fair piece such as yer'self be going for?” The first lowlife inquired, allowing his stare to drift up and down the young girl's enticing body.
She was stunned stiff! Frozen with fright and embarrassment. Naive Willow Woods knew not how to answer. The lass hadn't a clue what to say or do – and as the tears welled up in her eyes a
nd the girl's heart began to race, her peepers could be seen darting from left to right and back again, as if desperately trying to spot a place of refuge from this most unpleasant affront.
“Oh, little whore likes to play coy, does she?” The skinnier lad commented.
“I think so...” His rat-faced companion replied. “Typical, isn't it? Those uppity street harlots trying to be fancy – a real pinky up in the air affair, isn't she!”
And at this, the two men shared in a boisterous chuckle. Yet, they began to approach young Willow Woods... coming dangerously closer with each passing second.
She floundered in the street, teetering back and forth. Glancing over each shoulder, eyeing the ugly brutes marching in her direction. Bad intentions plainly written upon their faces.
Willow knew it was time to depart, but where to go?
“I think the dog pound is down the road boys,” she spat in their direction, before turning and departing in a full run. The innocent lass could hear their heavy foot-steps clapping against the cobblestone in hot pursuit.
“No whore is going to speak to us that way!” The rat-faced beanpole called out.
Apparently the wench still had some fight left in her spirit, despite the degenerating situation she found herself in on this doleful day.
“Or if you'd prefer, there's an alley way right over there for you two boys to go enjoy each other's company in!” She cackled haughtily, dashing down the road, her dress flying wildly.
