by Mia Hart
He takes a sip of coffee. “You shouldn’t go through my stuff you know .”
“I know,” I say, shifting from seductive back to coy. “But I wanted to see what those girls looked like. Do you like page forty-eight? You bookmarked it .”
He spits out his coffee, slightly burning his lower lip .
“I—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupt, “she’s fit. You know, her pussy even looks like mine .”
God, I’ve turned into a right sex-kitten !
He drops his cup to the tiled floor, which manages to miraculously stay intact. Bending down to pick it up, he stares at my bare feet and says, “I know she looks like you but …oh god. OKAY! I admit it. I find her sexy because she looks like you. Happy now? You shit .”
I laugh out loud, tickled by his less that smooth approach .
He continues, “Okay, are we even? You jerked off in my bed and I jerked off to someone who looks like you, kind of .”
He reaches out his hand to shake on it, but I just shake my head instead .
“What? Why? You’re just as big of a perv as me,” he says .
“Only one thing will settle this I am afraid .”
“Go on .”
Without uttering another word, I remove the over-sized shirt and let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it completely naked. I saunter closer to him as he leans back against the kitchen worktop. Almost nose to nose, I press my boobs right up against his chest and can feel his heartbeat underneath his tank top. I can’t believe, after all this time, we actually wanted each other. Either we were just too damn stubborn, or just too afraid to initiate it .
Without wasting any more precious time, I stand on my tip-toes to reach his mouth and begin to kiss his soft lips. He tastes amazing. I can even detect a hint of that grapefruit he’s snacked on, which I lick off with my tongue like the preverbal sex-kitten I’ve become. He grabs me firmly around my waist, as he moves from tender kisses to full on snogging. I can feel my sex fire up again as I run my hands over his wash-board abs. He feels as great as he looks—each muscle in his stomach like warm marble to touch .
I pull away briefly and ask, “Why are you back so early anyway ?”
“Client cancelled, so thought I’d come home for an early lunch .”
“Well, I hope you enjoy lunch today,” I say with a cheeky smile .
He laughs, lifts me over his shoulder, and marches me back into his room for the main course .
5
“O h, I’ve been here before!” I say, as he carries me through the door .
He smacks my bare ass and flings me onto the bed like a soft-toy. I giggle like a little girl .
“Yeah?” he says. “But now I’m back, and you’ll have to pay .”
“Mm. Really? Not sure I can afford it .”
“I’m not talking about money honey …”
Money honey? What a goofball! A plus for effort though .
I paw the sheets, like one of those girls in his porno mag. “If there’s any other way I could repay you I would, but I — ”
I am interrupted by Matt whipping off his shorts to reveal the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Obviously he likes to go commando. And I like what I see. Sometimes a gorgeously muscular body doesn’t always offer the gold below but he is well…and I mean…very well endowed .
I see no point in messing around much longer. I had only just escaped an orgasm before he rudely interrupted me and I wanted sweet, hard, satisfaction. So getting to work, I lunge at him, digging my nails into his ass, as I plunge my mouth around his stiff tool. I start sucking it like a lolly pop. He tastes like strawberry—no doubt his body wash. That’s the nice thing about Matt, his personal hygiene was as important to him as his physique. As I suck his penis with greedy delight, I stick a finger into my wet sex, frantically fucking myself. He flings his head back and moans in delight, as I swirl my tongue around his cock and underneath his foreskin. I think my tongue piercing plays a major key in his enjoyment. Hardly able to take much more, he pushes me flat to the bed and returns the favour .
He is an expert with his tongue—not like my last boyfriend, who thought oral sex was the act of talking about sex !
Licking and kissing gently around my belly button, he slowly works his way down—inch by inch. It feels so amazing. It almost tickles and the closer he gets to my pussy, the more I burn with lust for him. I even find myself doing that thing they do in movies—you know—biting my bottom lip and purring. Cheese factor 10! I can’t help it though—he’s just so damn good .
Before I know it, he’s found the sweet-spot and begins to greedily lick my slit. Sucking on my clit, he pushes a finger deep inside my hole and begins to rub the top of my sex in small circles. My whole body is on fire .
Is there anything this boy can’t do? He feels as great as he looks .
I can hardly wait much longer, “Fuck me,” I tell him .
With those magic words, he is hovering over me in no time. He supports his ripped body on those impressively muscular arms of his. I think he finds it a turn on to see me gawping at his beautiful muscles. Yes—judging by the size of his cock that I see about to enter me I am sure he loves me staring at him. I wish I didn’t enjoy this so much—he’s gonna have such a big ego afterwards; the bastard .
Before he can slip his cock in me, I grab hold of it and use it as a toy; rubbing the end of it over my pussy but still not letting him inside. One thing’s for sure, his hot penis feels so much nicer than that cold empty bottle from earlier .
I release my grip on him and he slowly pushes inside me, parting my lips and driving deep into my sex. I sharply gasp; as if I was coming up for air .
He rocks with my body, which begins to gyrate. My hips take on a life of their own as I snake and dance around on his full dick. I can see his arms tremble as he begins to lose strength. He is surrendering, like I am, to the blissful joy we now share. For this fraction of time, we are not housemates, we are lovers; enjoying the wonders of each other’s flesh .
I squeeze my boobs as his strokes, which were long and slow at first, gradually gather pace. As he fucks me harder, he leans in close and kisses the arch of my neck. I can smell that wonderful cologne on him and I moan with sheer pleasure .
“Baby, I’m coming,” he cries .
Baby? Did he call me…baby? I start chuckling uncontrollably .
“What?” he says .
I keep laughing as he screws me harder, I can sense that he wants to punish me for my reaction—naughty boy. I couldn’t help it though, it was weird hearing him call me—baby !
As odd as it was, I am enjoying my shag too much to stop and begin to thrust my hips up higher to meet his cock. We are both in a complete frenzy .
“I…I’m coming. Fuck!” he shouts .
Quickly, I push him off .
“Stop! Hold onto it!” I order him .
Although I’m pretty close myself, I don’t want it to end. Not yet. I want to at least try doggy style .
He grips his penis tight, to try and stop himself from shooting his load. I wait and gently rub my clit. As I play with myself, I watch his face contort as he strains to control his natural impulse. His handsome features now look kind of ugly, but I know what a great effort it must be for him to contain himself, besides, the strain he was going through only accentuated the definition in his body. So instead on focusing on his gurning face, which cracked me up, I just enjoyed watching his muscles tense and flex with the effort of stopping himself come .
He soon gathers control and begins to kiss me once more. I push him away, which shocks him at first, and fling my body over like a rag-doll—now perching on all fours. Before you know it, he’s in me from behind .
His strokes are hard, firm and slow. He fills me completely and stretches my pussy out good. I rock back and forth as he pushes his cock in and out of my glistening slit. I wail with sweet ecstasy. One thing is certain, the boy sure can last! Without warning, he slaps the cheeks of my firm butt, and
without invitation, he sneaks a finger inside my other hole. I squirm, as pleasure shoots through my entire body in a way that I have never known before. With his dick ploughing into me even faster now, he finger bangs my arse and I love it. I can feel his balls slap right up against me and with my right hand, I rub my clit fast—helping my delicious climax build more by the second. I find it impossible by this point not to scream. I can tell by the tremor in his penis, and his heavy breathing, that the more sounds I make at being ravaged like a play-thing, the more it turns him on. Any sense of subtlety has shot right out the window. For this small moment in time, we suspend the reality of our day-to-day co-existence and live for this delicious sex .
“I’m coming,” he cries over my screams .
“Wait! Don’t !”
I want to push away from him, but his cock, which feels practically fit to burst, is just so good inside me. For a split second, I want him to shoot his creamy load all the way into me. For one stupid moment, I wouldn’t mind getting knocked-up, but…what-the-fuck me?... it’s madness…I pull away just as he unleashes a hot sticky stream of cum all over me. At first I’m paralysed by my own stupidity, and then shocked at his—he didn’t even make a bloody attempt to pull out .
I slap his arm hard. “Christ! What the hell…do you want to get me pregnant you fuck ?”
He doesn’t say anything, exhausted and empty from his orgasm .
I roll onto my side, still reeling and still unsatisfied .
“Sorry, got carried away.” he says .
I shouldn’t really be too hard on him, I should’ve been adamant on using protection. Guess the moment just caught up with us both—still, pretty stupid of us .
After I calm slightly, I smile at him. He returns the smile as if to say—did we just do that ?
“You were great,” he says, with a huge smug grin .
“You’re not bad yourself, but — ”
“What?” He looks as if his pride is slightly damaged by my hesitant review of his performance .
“I didn’t…come .”
Looking slightly disappointed at first, he then flashes a saucy smile. “Well, we better fix that then !”
He dives straight down to my pussy and starts to finger, lick, and rub me. I scream and laugh at the same time. I soon warm back up to him. At this point, he knows my body better than I do. His touch alone sets my skin alight with unadulterated passion. And one more surprise—he starts to put his cock inside me…again! I have never, ever, been with a guy who could recover like he does. It’s certainly a shocking but very welcomed gift .
As he rides me over and over, I can feel the pulse in my sex spread out through each limb. I tremble and convulse with the most satisfying climax I’ve ever felt. The orgasm tears through me and I stiffen up, as all my energy expels from my flesh like starlight. I am sure that anyone passing our house would think I was being murdered, as my screams bounce off the walls. Right then, another surprise… he comes…again! There is either something very wrong with this boy or something very right—isn’t he supposed to pass out by now? Not that I am complaining mind you .
6
I prepare dinner for my housemates that evening—a chicken Waldorf salad. Seems everyone is on a health kick under our roof. Not a bad thing I suppose. I could do with losing a few pounds myself. Still, Matt didn’t seem to mind with what he had to play with earlier .
As I chop up an apple for the salad, I hear the running water of Matt taking a shower and I smile to myself. If it wasn’t for the fact that Emma would be walking through the front door anytime now, I’d run up and join him without question. For now, I want to keep what we had under wraps. I really don’t think I could face how the house dynamic would change. I don’t even think I want Matt as a boyfriend, but he was so good earlier…I could think of worse things than being his girlfriend…No. No, I like things the way they are. Em can never find out. I enjoy it being us three, as friends .
* * *
A s I finish scraping the remains of dinner into the bin, and begin to fill up the sink, Matt leaves the kitchen with one satisfied look on his face—probably still from sex rather than the meal—Emma meanwhile, stays in the kitchen to help .
“So, how was your day all alone?” she asks .
I don’t know what to say at first, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the question .
“You know, tidying up and sorting things… nothing special .”
“Oh really? Hm. That’s not what Matt said .”
I almost burn my hand with the hot water of the running tap. “What ?”
Emma goes to walk out the kitchen but before she does, she stops and shoots me a knowing smile, “Maybe you should take dessert up to him?” She winks at me and heads off to her room .
I’m left speechless but in a way, kind of relieved she took it well. No reason she wouldn’t I guess. Maybe I will take dessert up to him , I think to myself, as I finish clearing up the plates .
What an awesome day !
Hands All Over
Hands All Over
“I ’m not sure if I’m in the mood for this,” I say to Connie, my best mate .
“Don’t be a party popper! Honestly girl, you need a good pampering .”
“Suppose so,” I mutter back .
“Look, I promised I’d treat you…so let me !”
She gives me a squishy reassuring hug, and then continues to check through her phone .
Connie’s a great friend, being there for me ever since my ex-boyfriend left. She never really liked Scott but she put up with him for my sake, and at the time I was thankful. I can understand her reservations about him now, but it was a painful revelation for me at the time. He was a cunt, to put it mildly. A serial cheat, a liar, a thief, and as I found out in the last few months of our relationship—a major pothead. I knew deep down I could do better, but I still loved him. When he walked out on me, I was left heart-broken .
Connie promised me a girly day out ever since Scott made tracks, but it took me three long weeks to get the guts for it. I got sick of tasting the salt in my mouth from the never ending cycle of crying, and my bedsit was starting to send me loopy—staring at the same four walls for almost a month tends to do that. So I eventually gave in and met her for our day of bonding; shopping to start with, a few lunchtime cocktails, and then, finally, a full body Swedish massage to ease the aches and pains. Any other time I’d love it, but it felt like I was going through the motions—the obligatory pick up day for a dumped girl .
“Connie, Sarah?” an old demure lady asks from reception .
“You ready?” Connie says to me, sporting a naughty grin .
“This better not be one of those seedy places .”
“Don’t be silly, it’s fun. Relax .”
I follow her past the reception. We end up waiting in a small hallway at the foot of some stairs. She turns and gives me a sly wink .
“We have a whole hour to enjoy,” she says. “Just switch your brain off and forget about that creep .”
I sigh and shoot her a forced smile. In spite of what my wounded heart tells me, I know she’s right. Maybe this experience will do me some good. I don’t think I can feel any worse .
We are soon met by a small Asian woman, who comes out from the back of the shop. She takes Connie upstairs first, to one of the massage rooms. I stay waiting for a few moments more before the old lady from reception comes to greet me. I guess she was to be my masseuse—I could handle that .
“Sorry,” she says. “Our main masseuse is off sick, so you will be taken care of by our student therapist. We can give you a discount .”
I nod. At this point I don’t care. I was only here to entertain Connie anyway, although I wouldn’t admit that to her .
After a few moments, staring at all of the lotions and pampering baskets on display in the hallway, I am interrupted by a low male voice from behind, “Are you ready ?”
When I turn around, my heart jumps into my mouth. Standing before me is one o
f the most gorgeous men I have seen in my entire sheltered little life. I am truly lost for words. He stands at least six-foot tall. He has broad shoulders, which are accentuated by a smart fitted polo-shirt, and rippling biceps, which poke out from the end of his top. His eyes are hazel brown, and are deeply set in a structured and handsome face. His striking features are perfectly framed by a short, but stylish, crop of brown hair. Where they dug this one up from, I don’t know, but I suddenly feel extremely self-conscious, and ill-prepared .
Finally I muster up a pathetically weak answer to his question, “Yes .”
He warmly smiles and walks up the stairs ahead of me, “Follow me .”
I hesitate with each step I climb. I am split between my own paralysing nerves and the heavenly sight of his shapely ass, which is hugged by an impossibly tight pair of charcoal-grey trousers .
* * *
T he room is gently lit with scented candles—their soft flames illuminating the sparse furniture. Musk of wild-rose and Jasmin fills the air, and the whole get-up gives the impression of sheer luxury. It’s a stark contrast from the relatively tatty appearance downstairs. An opulent setting indeed, for what I’m sure must look like heaven. Only the superficial beauty of the scene isn’t like heaven to me—it’s like hell. It’s like hell because this man, this perfect man, would soon place his hands all over my pale, out of shape body. This kind of thing may be great fun for Connie—who could easily be a model with her silky ebony skin and perfectly proportioned figure, but for me, with my mousy brown hair, and pale stumpy frame—fun, it most certainly is not !
Maybe I’m being unreasonable? I start to think to myself. I mean, he’s only here to do a job. He has done this before, and all this is for him is a business transaction. I have to be honest though—the fantasy of something going much further was a massive turn-on. But this place looks like a classy, professional establishment, and anyway, the thought of sex with a complete stranger is the most terrifying thing I could think of right now. I’ve only been with one man these past two years—Scott .
