by Iona Nixon
"Tell me, Bitch," I said. "Tell me where to cum!"
"Cum inside me, you bastard," she said breathlessly. "Cum all in my fucking wet pussy!"
When she said that, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Oh Goddamn," I said. "Oh Goddamn! Look at that fuckin' ass shake!"
"Pound me," she cried. "Pound my pussy! Fuck Yeah! I'm cumming! I'm cumming goddammit!"
When she said that, I shot my load like a cannon. An explosion of cum all inside her wet, tight little pussy.
I was pressing my cock and balls as close as I could get to her, and she was pushing back on me as hard as she could. Then, she collapsed onto the counter beside the sink.
I just stood there behind her looking down at her fine ass for what seemed like thirty minutes, but in reality it was only a few seconds. She looked so damn hot laying there face down with that ass up like that.
Then I heard voices outside. I thought, "Shit!" I had better get the hell out of here before I get caught.
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and cum started dripping out and running down her leg. I pulled my pants up and started to leave. She never moved. She had cum three times, and just laid there breathing heavily.
What seemed like a very long fuck probably only lasted about fifteen minutes. As I went around the partition wall to leave the restroom, I looked back at her still laying there with her gray warm up pants and her black thong pulled down to the floor...and her tits hanging out from under her shirt. I thought to myself, she still has no clue who was fucking her. What a fuckin' slut...definitely my kind of girl!
The End.
Summer Loving
I love summer! Today was just one of those beautiful days; the sun was shining high in the sky and it just put me in such an incredible mood. My favourite place to spend my time at during days like this was round my best friend Scarlett's. She was pretty wealthy and had the most beautiful home- a lovely, stranded cottage in the country surrounded by plenty of fields and a beautiful lake where she had put a big float in the middle of.
Scarlet and I had been best friends since we were very young, even though we had always been very different, she was gorgeous, confident and popular and I was very shy, but that never affected our friendship. Scarlet was a bisexual, I was straight but that didn't stop me from noticing her beauty. She was quite small and her body had the most beautiful curves around her small but perky breasts, her flat stomach and round bum, her long golden hair flowed perfectly down to just above her breasts and her green eyes sparkled in the sun.
I slipped on my favourite black lace panties, a vest top and a pink mini skirt. I usually went braless in the summer. I put on some flip flops and jumped into the car to head down to Scarlet's. After a long drive, I was finally there.
Before I even got out the car Scarlet was out the door to greet me. She was dressed in a pretty little floral dress which sculpted her figure very nicely.
'Hey Liz!' She said as she walked over and gave me a little hug, 'I was thinking we could go down to the lake today.'
'Sure that sounds like fun.' I replied as we began to walk to the lake, exchanging small talk about our lives in general.
As we got to the lake Scarlet turned to look at me and grinned 'Race ya to the float!' she shouted as she lifted off her dress and ran towards the water, revealing her white bra and pants, and more of her tanned skin. I quickly slid out of my skirt and ran into the water in just my panties and vest. The water was usually pretty cold, but the sun had warmed it up a little. I made it to the float just a couple of seconds before she did and we both collapsed onto the float, 'Well I guess you win!' she sighed.
After a few seconds of lying their silently she turned onto her side so she was facing me, she put her soft hand onto my stomach and began stroking me. It was a little strange but I just relaxed because her hands felt so good against my skin. She moved her hand onto my chest and stroked across, pinching my nipples as she got to them, it made me notice how see through my vest had gone!
'You're so beautiful, Liz.' She smiled as she cupped my breasts with both hands, 'Let's get this off.' Scarlet pulled at my shirt and I lifted myself up so she could pull of my shirt. She put my vest to one side then continued to play with both my breasts. I had never been like this with a girl before, but I was definitely enjoying it.
She lowered her soft lips onto mine and kissed me gently. Slowly, she moved her kisses down my jaw, then my neck and then down to my chest. As her lips met my now hard nipples, she licked, kissed and bit them lightly. Whenever she was pleasuring one nipple with her mouth, she would play with the other between her fingertips. Her actions were beginning to really get me wet.
'That feels so good, babe.' I sighed as she sucked my nipple into her mouth.
Then she moved away from my nipples and kissed down my belly until she reached the top of my panties. She looked up at me and I nodded in approval. She stroked her hands between my thighs and kissed my clit through the panties. After a minute of this she pulled my panties down and put them to one side. She kissed up my thigh up to my pussy lips then she stuck her warm tongue between them, making me moan so loud. She licked and sucked all around my pussy and I had to bite my lip from screaming out in pleasure. Her hand moved up until it met my pussy, she pushed a finger into me and pumped it in and out slowly as she licked away and my hard clit.
'Baby, your pussy tastes so sweet.' She said between licks.
'God, this feels amazing!' I exhaled.
She continued to lick and suck at me while her fingers wiggled in and out of me. I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure!
'Make me cum, honey! Don't stop.' I squealed as I felt my orgasm fighting to get out.
Scarlet moved one hand onto my chest and one onto my clit as she shoved her tongue into my soaking pussy.
'That's it, I'm cumming!' I shouted as I let my orgasm take over my entire body. She continued to lick me until I stopped shaking and my breathing became regular. She moved away from my pussy and I sat up, so our lips could meet. We shared a passionate kiss and I could taste my juices on her tongue. I wrapped my arms around her and unclasped her bra, letting her perfect breasts fall out. I wasted no time teasing and sucked her nipples one by one into my mouth as I rubbed at her clit through her panties- I could feel how wet she was through the material.
I pulled down her panties and licked at her gorgeous pussy for a few moments until she turned around so she was on her hands and knees. I cupped her ass cheeks then moved one of my hands to her pussy and let two of my fingers slide into her. She gasped as I began to wiggle them. I moved my head between her cheeks and let my tongue slide around her ass hole as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed my thumb over her clit.
'Fuck! Babe, that feels so good, don't stop.' She screamed- it would have taken a lot to stop me! I continued until she told me she was going to cum, I went even faster as I felt her juice run down my hand. She turned around so she was straddling me, and then shocked me by sucking my fingers into her mouth, tasting her cum on them. I knew this wasn't over.
We adjusted our position until I had one leg over hers and she had one leg over mine and we began to grind our pussies together. We stroked each other all over while we rubbed our pussies with one another. It wasn't long before I felt myself about to cum again.
'I'm cumming!' as squealed and she told me she was too. Our orgasms erupted through our bodies and once we calmed down a little we were just staring into each other's eyes.
'Let's go back to mine.' Scarlet said with a little smile. I agreed and reached for my clothes, 'You won't be needing those.' She said.
The End.
Unlimited Passion
There was a call from the hotel desk that gave me the warning that you had indeed arrived. It was the only thing I had asked them to do. I had already taken care of everything else. I hung up the phone and stared at my reflection.
My eyes were wide and full of excitement as well as apprehension. What if I was not what you were
expecting? What if you were disappointed and simply turned around and walked out? How would I feel if my worst fears came true? I swallowed the fear in my throat, watched by lips become moistened by the quick touch of my tongue and turned toward the balcony of my room.
That's how you found me.
I heard the knowing click of the door's lock being released by the key card. The sound of the door being opened and the seal of its frame, sucking free of the steel, made me shiver. I took a deep breath and waited.
The air in the room was warm; the air outside was cool. It was a contrast of temperatures, just as I was a contrast of emotions. I had left the door to the balcony open and knew with each second that passed you were staring at my figure.
I had allowed my hair to remain loose; the waves were lifted and tossed against my shoulders and danced softly in the gentle evening breeze. I stared out into the night, watching the city lights flicker as various objects interrupted their brilliance.
The sound of traffic was comforting because it calmed the beat of my heart. The urge to turn around and face you was intense. My fingers gripped the metal railing that I leaned upon and still you did not come to me.
Were you too entranced by the revealing dress that dipped low and showed flesh? The glimmering cream fabric caught beams of light and when the wind flowed across the material it shimmered softly. It pooled at the small of my back, where if one were to stand directly over me, they could see the lace and silk that was tucked between the round cheeks of my butt.
The dress hung over my hips, to fall and glide over my thighs, down past my knees and rested just a breath away from my stilettos' heels. They were silver, a blending color to the rest of my carefully picked ensemble. There was a slit up the back of the dress, that revealed my legs, stocking clad by a thin, sheer layer of ivory. A seam, somewhat darker than the fabric, skated up the back of each thigh, and the tops were secured by garters that bit into the lace-covered elastic.
I heard it then - - - the first knowing sound that you were staying.
The door shut and the lock slid home.
My eyes fluttered closed; my palms began to sweat and I blushed at my own physical reaction to what was to come. I rolled my fingers into fists and tried to force my hands to stop their trembling. I moved my palms over the railing and cooled the flesh while wiping what I could of the sweat away.
Your footsteps seemed to echo on the carpet, though I knew the sound was less than audible. It was again my heart; its pulse pounded in my head, poured through my veins, dug at my soul. Another sound told me you were removing your jacket, and placing it somewhere in the room. I took another breath and waited. Time seemed to move in slow motion, but yet, this is what I wanted – want I had desired since you first mentioned wanting me.
I felt you and yet we had not yet touched.
I knew without a doubt you stood behind me, just inches away and all I had to do was turn around. I remained still. The view before me – the city, the cars, the lights – all of these blurred as your fingers stroked my hair.
A soft whimper slipped past my lips.
The touch of your hand as it slid to my shoulders made my toes curl in trepidation. You pushed my red hair to one side, exposed my neck to your hungry gaze and made my body melt. A soft chuckle rumbled from your chest as I leaned back into you. You held me for a moment, one hand sliding around my waist, the other around my throat.
There was no sense of restriction to my person. I knew you were simply holding me; you were allowing me the comfort of your body and the strength in it was just as I had imagined. Your lips found my shoulder as your hand moved from my neck to the edge of the gown.
The moan from your throat, as you tasted my skin for the first time, caused my stomach to flip. I pressed a palm to my abdomen, only to come in contact with your hand.
You moved it away and covered my fingers with yours; our hands were together; your fingers linked with mine and your lips still continued to assault my senses. The air moved around us, stirring in us both a shiver. You turned me then and for the first time I was able to look into your eyes and breathe the same air that skated into your lungs.
Words were lost to me as I drank you in. Your eyes - your smile - your masculine presence that emanated from the very core of you – all of it is there – all of it is in the flesh.
I reached out and touched your face; my fingers traced the shape of your lips, the curve of your smile, the laugh lines that surrounded your mouth. I grinned; you chuckled. My finger glided down and felt the pulse under your skin, caressed your throat.
Your pulse beats almost as rapidly as mine. I smirked, grateful that you were just as nervous as I.
It was almost dreamlike, the way we moved into each other. I stepped closer, just as you did. Our arms moved in sync; you reached down and pulled me in. I reached up, came willingly.
Our kiss only took a second to begin and soon we were hungry for more. The passion to have, to breathe, to consume each other was almost too much.
We pulled apart, or at least you did. I leaned in, almost wishing that I were the stronger player in this game of seduction. You turned me back to the city and the lights. I gripped the railing and felt your lips slowly glide down my back.
Tiny kisses began to cover my exposed flesh. You manipulated the material of the gown, allowing more skin, and more places to blanket with your touch. My body responded to each strategically placed caress. I sighed, gasped, moaned. My feet could not stay still and several times I was forced to shift my weight from one side to the other.
My fingers opened and closed around the slim welded steel of the balcony's railing I held it tight within my grasp, leaned on it for support and it took care of me, just as you did.
Your mouth rested for a moment at the small of my back. My lips shook; my breath was heavy; my sex was slick and both breasts were weighed down with need. I could barely stand and yet, I did. We were far from over – you were far from over.
I felt your hands glide down the sides of my legs; the material caught every so often on your fingers, but neither of us were concerned with the fabric. Once again I was forced to wait, to feel and not see.
Your palms reached my ankles, and then began a slow tantalizing dance up the inside of the dress. I groaned and opened my legs just enough so that you were able to continue running your fingers up my legs.
The stockings were a weak barrier to your touch. The firmness of your hands massaging the flesh under the sheer nylon, made my legs quiver as you continued your exploration. Your nails skimmed the edge of the stockings as I felt one garter being released, then another. The other leg was soon free and all four straps lay weak against my thighs, dangling little fingers that danced when you brush at them with your own.
I felt the knowing touch of a pair of strong hands and nimble fingers tease my thong and roll the lace across the crack of my ass cheeks. A hiss of pleasure and a soft stomp of my feet made you chuckle. I grinned, looked back, and caught you staring up at me.
Our eyes locked.
As I gazed upon your upturned face, I felt your fingers slip around and glide under the thong's front panel of fabric. The contact of your thick digits and my smooth pussy made all thoughts transcend and disappear. My lids fluttered shut; I turned away, opened my legs more so you could slowly trace the edges of my labia before slipping one then two fingers against the slit.
You spread me open, slowly at first, just the two fingers opening into a 'V'. I gasped and purred softly; my hips rolled as you began to slide your fingers up and down. You paused at my clit, turned your wrist slightly and massaged it – teasing it to a hardened point that would be suckled sometime during the night.
The tingling sensation in my sex traveled along several nerve paths. They singled responses buried deep within. My muscles tightened and contracted. Juices slipped free and gathered just inside the opening of my sex. I knew that when you dipped your finger inside and begin to coax them free I would be lost.
Instinc
tively my jaw slackened and my lungs drew in the air they craved.
The first thrust of two fingers penetrated the tight core of my pussy and stars danced behind my lids. My legs spread further apart. Your hand began to push upward; your fingers took over to piston in and out. Fast and then slow. Slow and then fast. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to your actions, but I knew there was. You knew where to touch, how to touch and when to touch.
Waves of lust rolled over me as one climax threatened to erupt and spill into another. I held tight on the feel of your fingertips sliding along the sides of my inner walls and gathering nectar. The scrapping of your nails running paths of sin against the ridged flesh of my pussy, made my mind grow blank. I cried out; your words told me to wait – to hold on – to just...
I couldn't.
The eruption was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Darkness seemed to descend in varying shades of black. Sparks exploded behind every goose bump and every vessel expanded to embrace the shuttering that rolled through me.
I screamed as you continued to pummel me with your fingers. I couldn't breathe and yet somehow I did. You drove in and out, over and over, until I begged for you to stop. You pressed your face against my ass; the gown rested under your cheek. Slowly I began to descend from the natural high you had given me.
When the stars cleared from my eyes and the pounding of my heart no longer echoed in my head, I turned to face you.
You looked up.
My hand cupped your chin; slowly you rose and our lips merged. Once more our tongues moved together, dancing an old tune that has been played out by many. We pulled apart, again left breathless and hungry for more.
This time I took your hand and turned you around. You leaned against the balcony and as I began the tedious, but necessary task of freeing shirt buttons, you toyed with my hair and whispered words of adoration on my head.
Mentally I waved them off, forever doubting my appeal. Refusing to show you my lack of self-confidence, I pulled your shirt from your pants and pushed it off your shoulders. You finished the job, removing it completely. My knees bent easily as I glide to the floor.
