by Ella Hilton
Oh, and those eyes intrigued me so. Demon gems. "Why don't you tell me and I'll see if I could or not. I think you underestimate me."
She had this nasty habit of half saying a sentence, or bringing up a subject just to discard it as my curiosity was peaked. This time she didn't do that. She went in for the kill and leaned in so that others around us couldn't hear. "I've been tense lately. My dreams have been destroying me, betraying me. I can handle them, but why? The ache in the pit of my stomach has been growing. I'm standing on the lane ringing people up living hallucinations in my head, so wet that I can feel the fabric of my panties sticking to me. It hurts. It physically is hurting me now, I've denied it so long.
"I just want a man. No relationship, nothing. Just a man to fuck me when I need to. To make me feel beautiful and fuck me senseless, with nothing else. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to date him. I just want to fuck him. I don't see that in you. You're the type of guy that wants a slut, but also a relationship... At the same time. Date other women, I don't care. As long as you don't give me a disease from the whore, I don't care."
The truth was etched in every facet of her disposition. I had noticed her half-lidded ecstasy on a lane and attributed it to her natural carefree attitude. Apparently that was not exactly it. She stood to begin walking toward the time clock. "Give me a call if you decide to chew on that. I'm assuming of course that you still have my number. If it's not worth it, if you're not up to it, don't call. I don't expect to hear from you, anyways."
I called that night after we got off work. The rest of the night she had remained perfectly indifferent to me as she had been the last month. What a vixen, what a minx, a goddess. I kept watching her swinging hips, her long runner's stride, her long hair swept up into an elegant twist, the soft curve of her body... I wondered what her skin tasted like. What her pussy tasted like. How tight she was. How she would feel in my arms. I told her all this on the phone. I was also assuming she wanted perfect honesty from me, and she did. She made an arrangement for a few days later.
Sitting in my living room, I had established for my roommate to stay with his girlfriend that night. I saw the unfamiliar car pull up into the area parking lot for my building. The car door slammed, and her eyes looked at the building quietly as she paused on the sidewalk out front. This was one of her last chances to back out gracefully of our agreement. Gripping her car keys resolutely in her hand, she continued on to the door. She called up to me, and I buzzed her in. Coming up the stairs, I opened the door impatiently at the lightest tap from her. Ann smirked. "You can't be that quick on everything, Mike."
My cock wasn't saying the same thing. She pretended not to notice, and out of courtesy I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. She waved me off. "I told you we weren't going to date."
"I was being polite."
"I don't even want to be friends. Good manners are unnecessary outside of the bedroom."
Setting her purse down, she looked around. I gave her the grand tour, ending with the bedroom, which she entered slowly. Turning, she lightly sat down on the bed and leaned back. "You can still go back Mike, if you're not feeling comfortable with this."
As strange as it was, she was right. This was most men's fantasy. To be able to fuck a beautiful woman on her beck and call without strings was a gift. Still, something about this just didn't feel quite right. I walked toward her, the room beginning to spin. Blood had been drained to my lower regions for too long. It felt like my blood was boiling. She initiated the clumsy kiss, that evolved into a passionate duel between our mouths. Pulling away from it, she wiped her bottom lip laughingly. "How was it for the first kiss?"
I smiled. "For our first kiss, it was very, very promising."
Her thighs clasped to my body as I stood between them. I began to kiss her again, this time ending up on her neck and shoulders, lapping at them like the lovesick puppy I was. I lightly bit her right below the ear and she moaned, pressing closer to my hovering body. She hadn't messed around with clothing. She only wore a simple shirt and pants. I quickly swept the shirt over her head, and unsnapped the bra.
Ann's breasts were honestly too big for even my hands to grasp completely. When I sucked her large, ripe nipples into my mouth, I felt like a child. My head was spinning as my dick throbbed between her legs. When I had left a trail of burning kissed down her torso to her navel, I unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down. She didn't bother with panties, and I had swept off her socks and shoes with the pants.
We were both impatient with my clothing. I quickly threw my shirt off, and had not bothered with a belt. Her hands nimbly unfastened my trousers and they fell to the ground. I stepped out of my boxer briefs as well. She backed farther on the bed, and I followed, leaning over her, my dick vying to be wrapped up by her velvet, warm sheathe. A fortuitous phrase was spoken by the bright angel under me as I considered foreplay. "Get to it, I'm hot enough as it is."
Her hand grasped the base of my shaft, and positioned it at the entrance to her core. I slowly pressed in, teasing her while she murmured profanities at me, but then giving in to her demands, I thrusted in hard and deep. Hearing her cry out weakly, I pulled out, and saw blood on my cock. She had bitten her lip and tears had sprung up at the corners of her eyes.
In all the time I knew her, I had suspected, but not truly believed she was a virgin. With how ready and randy she had seemed, I had not considered that she was inexperienced. I pushed in again, more slowly and heard her shuddering breath. A few more shallow pumps, and I felt her recover. "Fuck me, Mike."
I began to pump into her long and deep. It was not enough. She breathed anxiously now, "Fuck me."
Her urging had me going harder and faster, but still, it was not enough. She bucked up her hips, grinding them with my cock and snarled, "Fuck me hard!"
So, I fucked her hard. I began to slam into her mercilessly, my pelvic bone lashing at her clitoris and my balls slapping her thighs and labia. The head of my cock hit her cervix every time, and she would cry out increasingly. I moved up and grabbed her legs so that I could fuck her deeper and harder than before. Her breath was ragged, shallow, and mine was no better.
Looking at how hard she wanted me to fuck her, all the while moaning and asking for it harder, I tried to prolong it, but couldn't control the orgasm. She had began to tighten, but hadn't came. Spurt after spurt drained into her from my softening cock, and she groaned. I rolled off her, and what she did had me instantly hard again. Her hand snaked down her stomach, and she unabashedly began to let her cunt repeatedly swallow her curled fingers. She bucked once or twice before I got on top of her again and finished what I had started. I flipped her over on her stomach and lifted her to her knees and elbows.
Strategically, I plunged into her again. Over and over, until I felt her juices gushing from her. At first my hands worked independently on her, one running down her back, another cupping and pulling on her breast, twisting her nipples, another cupping her ass, then slapping it with a sting; then they both began to work together, gripping her hips, pulling her into me with more force than I hit her with alone. Ann finally cried out, and the walls of her pussy began to vibrate and tighten as she came. Every muscle in her body tensed, then let go. Her arms gave out beneath her, and I grabbed a large clump of her long hair, holding it in one hand like a reign, pulling her onto me for longer as I kept fucking her deep.
I filled her repeatedly, and she cried out as she neared a smaller second orgasm. She reached it, and it milked me as I came again in her, pouring my seed deep into her body.
She collapsed onto the bed, and I on top of her. After a few breaths, she rolled off the bed. I sat up slightly, leaning on an elbow. "Ann?"
Picking up her clothing, I heard her keys jingle. She threw her shirt and pants on haphazardly. "I'm going home. Thanks."
She kissed me long and deep, and if I would have been younger, I would have been hard again. "By the way, when I said how was the first kiss, I meant, h
ow was my first kiss? Ever. Not just with you."
The next day at work she was just as cold has she had been for the past month. She did not initiate a conversation, nor even look my way. But when I went to punch at the time clock, I smelled her and felt a pussy grind into my ass, while a small hand reached around and grabbed me through my pants. She was gone before I could turn around, now physically impaired.
She came over again that night. She wore a skirt. Walked through the door, and as soon as it closed, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, letting my erection meet the cool air. Knowing Ann, she might not have the physical experience, but if she already knew what she wanted while being a virgin, I could tell that she was the type that tried to relieve herself as best she could, and knew how to temper the flesh. She was a little sinner in her mind as she wrapped that hot mouth against my dick. At first she didn't try to take it all in, but after awhile, she knew I wanted her to, and let it go down as deep as possible.
After a few tries, she knew to swallow when the shaft reached a certain part of her throat. She sucked cock like a pro, and wasn't half bad at deep-throating. Especially for her first time. Finally, I couldn't take it, and let my fingers entangled in her tresses shove her face into my pubic hair. I began to ram my dick down her throat, fucking her face like her cunt the night before. I felt her groaning onto my shaft, and saw her hands under the skirt, moving fervently.
She was getting off, and my balls tightened, shooting come down her throat. She swallowed it all, and came herself. With a slight plop, my soft dick fell from her mouth, which was shiny from spit. Her arousal was very apparent in the room. Grabbing her by the wrist, I took her to the table and threw her over it. I threw her skirt up, showing no underwear, and slapped her pert ass. She moaned slightly in pleasure and pain. I massaged the reddened cheek, and hit the other one, then massaged it in.
Each one got it's fair share of my hand, then followed by a massage until a faint glowing blush was evident over her whole ass. My cock was hard again. I held her hands behind her back, her cheek was pressed against the table, and my dick was ready to slam into her. Which it did. I thrust into her once, and bent over her body to bite the back of her neck. Leaning for a moment, I heard her laugh. "Dominate me while you can, Michael."
The blood which had my cock hard already seemed to drain completely from my body and I became dizzy with lust again to fuck her raw. I denied my instincts this time, and decided to show her torture. I rotated my dick one way, then the other, stretching her, while pulling out. As I almost pulled out, I slammed in deep, hitting her everywhere and she cried out. I repeated the process a few times, each time getting a louder cry from her. "Do you like it, bitch?"
She said something inarticulately, and I rammed into her again. "What was that, whore?"
Pulling out torturously, she had nothing to say. I kept up until I felt her nearing a rumbling, steady orgasm. A few more thrusts in and screwdrivers out, and she yelled out, overturned by the powerful force of this coming. When she did, I went in for my treat, and began to hurriedly stroke in and out. I smacked her ass a few more times, not that she noticed, and came quickly after. Pulling out, I noticed the puddle on the floor. When she was able to stand without wobbling, I handed her a small wet hand towel, and she wiped between her legs.
She left.
The next day at work was the same frigid girl. This was getting tiring. I tried to talk to her, but she proclaimed that she was too busy. That night, I heard her car door slam again, and my dick immediately rose to salute her. When I let her in, she came into the bedroom and we both undressed. Somehow, in the mix of things, she had me down on the bed with both my arms above my head. It wasn't as if I couldn't get out of it, but she was still pretty strong. She teased me, kissing me everywhere, and letting the head of my cock rub up and down her slit a few times before plunging down on it. I could give her that. She fucked me just as hard as I fucked her. I felt our combined fluids pooling at the base of my dick, bathing my pubic hair, and it was so warm, I couldn't care.
My hands, when she let them go, rested gently on her wildly bucking hips. Her body finally bent back over me, her hips still rising and falling, impaling her frame on me, her breasts heaving against my chest, her mouth firmly kissing at my neck. Her hair was pulled back from her face, sloppily beginning to fall from the clip it was in. I pulled the clip out of her hair, and it fell in a long bronze wave toward my body. Her eyes were closed, and she concentrated deeply on her own mounting pleasure from fucking me. As she came, she stopped fucking me, and I began to balk. The calm lust that had begun in me became fierce as she ceased riding me. I tried to pull her back into a rhythm, but a smirk held her lips and she rose from me altogether.
Sliding down, she pulled her hair back and began to bob her head up and down, taking the whole cock in her mouth and throat. Damn, she was a fast learner. My hand lightly touched the back oh her head, but I heard her growl, yes GROWL, and her teeth scraped over the shaft of my dick. The breath caught in my throat, and her dark, brooding eyes made me take my hand back off of her. She began to suck my cock again. She didn't need my hands help in pleasuring me, that was for sure. And her point was clear, she was in control.
I had been the dominator the night before, and tonight was her turn. Goddamn she was good at it. I would be her bitch any day of the week. Of course, it was also nice to have her on her knees, watching as her chin and nose were smashed into my coarse pubic hair over and over again. Thinking about that, and feeling the electricity as her hands played with my balls, I stiffened and groaned, coming into her mouth again. Some of it dribbled over her lips as she tried to drink it all.
When she was done, she collapsed briefly onto the sheets. For a few minutes we laid in silence. I saw her bronze hair rippling down to the bed, and her body was on it's stomach, her face turned away from me. I sat up, deciding to pull that passionate girl into my arms, but as I did, she slipped off the bed, gathering her clothes again.
My heart ached when she retreated from me. She was right. I couldn't just fuck her. I wanted her, all of her, all the time. I wanted to get to know her better, that dark bitch in the shadows that could be as sweet and honest as any American girl, but opted not to be. Who was more warm and inviting than any slut I'd had in the bedroom, and more loyal than any too- yet could so well divide her sex life and her real life that she felt little or nothing beside that for me. "Ann... talk to me for a minute. Just a minute."
I had pleaded with the dressing figure in the darkness, pleaded. I'd never truly pleaded with a woman like that in my life. She started to walk out the bedroom door anyways. Stopping briefly, she looked over her shoulder, "I would stay, but your roommate should be back any time."
What an excuse. What a fucking excuse. I stood up, feeling the cold juices from us running down my legs. Shit. I would have to wash everything. From the hall I heard her drifting voice. "See you tomorrow night."
I'll fucking bet I see you.
* * *
At least we didn't work together that day. I don't think I could take seeing her beautiful face pretending that I was a bug under her foot after the ecstasy that I knew existed within. But that night she came over again after calling to be sure it was alright. She wanted to be sure it was acceptable after the night before. She wanted to be sure that our original agreement was still in place, that no feelings were involved.
I lied to her, and said it was fine, just odd. That I did want to talk to her regardless. Over the phone she did not give me a reason to think she would be talking to me after she hung up with a curt goodbye. She hated the phone, but had been on it with him for a few hours when he was house sitting while they were courting. It seemed that she was reverting back to her primary state of phone-hating.
About thirty minutes later she drove up. She knew at this point that Anthony, my roommate was rarely, if ever, home before midnight. The first night she had come over to fuck, I had figured she would be spending the night, howev
er, she left after round two of the fuckfest, wholly sated. Oh Ann; pretty, pretty, heartless Ann.
I let her in, and she pulled off her coat. Her eyes, which were so often twinkling and alive at work or while out- were dead here. They were hopeless, unfeeling. They were devoid of feeling. I stopped her and leant my forehead to rest on hers. My hands rustled in her hair, smoothing it back, cherishing it's cold and sheen, like metal. She backed away from me and walked toward the couch. With a laugh she declared, "I've had one hell of a day today."
"What happened?"
Her mouth opened, about to begin talking, but she thought better of it, and kissed me. I pushed her away and took a seat on the couch. She stood in front of me impatiently. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting. What does it look like I'm doing?" I leaned back and patted the cushion next to me, "You should take a load off after a hard day."
"I would rather do something else, thank you."
Her voice was low and sensuous, but it ticked me off. I was old. Sure, I loved having a hot bitch under me, but right now I wanted to sit. Fucking her could wait, since it meant nothing anyways. "Sit the fuck down or leave. Take your pick."
