by Dom Savage
The fire was alive and roaring in them. I leaned down into a kiss, and she responded with a desire I had felt very few times in my life. She walked backward, holding our kiss in place, refusing to end it until the back of her thighs came in contact with the bed. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck, and she smiled just before she gave us both a strong jerk that sent us flying on top of the bed. My full weight came down above her, my chest pressed against her abundant tits. She wrapped her thighs around my hips, and my hard dick pressed hard against her panty covered pussy. I kissed her hard and ground myself against her.
Her hands reached down and pushed my hips up to gain access to the buckle of my belt, followed by the button and zipper of my pants. I had worn tight-fitting boxers with an open flap, which my cock sprang from instantly. She toyed with the head as I moaned my approval into her mouth. She rubbed the tip across her soaked panties. I could've fucked her right then and there, but I wanted to hook her. I wanted her to want this more than once. I wanted to blow her mind so much that I could have her anytime and anywhere I wanted.
I made my way from her lips down her neck to her cleavage. She pushed aside her panties and rubbed my cock along her slit. She kept trying to slip its head into her sopping pussy, but I kept it at length that prevented it from fully entering her. My cock was hard and teased along her lips. She released her hold and grabbed my head as I continued kissing along her tits. She then released my head when it became too much and ripped her own dress.
She wore a silk bra that contained those beauties. I used my free hands to slip the straps from her shoulders, yanking down the cups to finally lay my eyes on them. They were glorious and heavy to my touch. Her nipples pronounced and calling for my mouth to capture them.
I scooted up, jabbing my cock at her slit, parting her lips. My shaft violently pushed her clit. She shook and grabbed my arms, piercing my flesh with her nails, she looked down at me as she came. Her eyes glazed over, I smiled around the nipple trapped between my lips and gave a gentle lick with the tip of my tongue. I reached out and grabbed the ripped fabric, and yanked the rest away, continuing to tear it as it fell away from her body. She now laid beneath me almost entirely naked.
I started to unbutton my shirt, and she stopped me because she wanted to do it herself. She used her feet to push my pants all the way off my legs as I kicked off my shoes. She pulled my shirt off and yanked my undershirt off impatiently, dying to get it off.
I reached around her and unclasped her bra and tossed it across the room, while her hands felt up my pecs and stomach. She toyed with the hairs just above my groin and leaned up to plant kisses across my chest. Her body was phenomenal; her passion and needs very evident. I wondered how long she had gone without a man to give it to her good.
I pushed her back onto the mattress and trailed kisses down her body, my hands grabbed her panties and aggressively yanked them down her well-toned legs. I got up from the bed, made my way to the hallway where she had left her heels behind, and returned with them in hand. I smiled as I put each one back on each foot. She was taken aback by this and gave me an inquiring look. I answered by lowering my face to her exposed pussy and gave it a lick. It was all the answer she needed.
I penetrated her labia with my tongue and inserted it as deep as I could. "Oh my godddddd," she repeated over and over again. Her hands found the back of my head and kept it in place. Her hips came up from the bed seeking more of my mouth, when I got my lips around her excited clit she lost it. Her legs shot up, they grasped my head and squeezed me for all I was worth. I managed to shift my nose in a way that allowed me to breathe, but continue to suck and lick. I grabbed her pliant ass and parted her cheeks with my fingers.
Another orgasm was about to hit her; by now, I recognized the signs. I waited for her to get as close as I could time it, and just before it landed, I shifted my mouth down to her rosebud. I stuck my tongue into its clenched entrance and pushed. She shrieked and arched her back while screaming, "I fucking love you!!
Don't stop." When the trembling subsided, she collapsed on the bed with her eyes closed. I thought perhaps she had passed out from the power of her orgasm.
When her eyes finally opened, she seemed worried. I didn't understand why, but I wasn't going to let her continue feeling that way. I slid up her body and kissed her again, sucking on her lips, like I was trying to steal them from her face. She wrapped her arms around me and embraced me.
When we finally came up for air, she whispered, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I smiled, shifted my hips, so my cock was at her entrance, and jabbed forward. I whispered back, "No need to feel sorry," as the head of my hard cock broke through the resistance of her tight pussy. "Say anything you want and feel," I added before I pushed myself halfway into her.
She gasped as her under-used pussy grabbed my cock and shaped itself around it. She was so hot and tight I knew I wasn't going to last long. Julia lay beneath me incoherent, between the moaning, the rolling of her eyes, and the grasping of the bedsheet. She was in the throes of passion. Each stroke brought out more cries of passion. "Fuck me, baby," she urged. "I love your cock inside of me," she cried. I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my hips for leverage, giving me the angle for driving deep into her.
My full seven inches slid in and out of her, coated in her juices and making obscene sounds. My balls slapped onto her ass, while I alternated my mouth from nipple to nipple. She came again and again as I chased my own climax. Her words increased in filth, gone was the perfect lady, and out came the long-dormant sexual beast within her.
"Fill me with your hot hard cock," she moaned, "make my body your baby." This only raised my own level of excitement, and as I approached my orgasm, I tried to pull out. She resisted with her legs, "Oh no, you don't, big boy. Give it to me," she demanded. I was more than too happy to please. I let it go, the cum surged from my cock and sprayed her pussy walls. My head was coming in contact with her cervix. I could feel her tight pussy contracting and relaxing around my shaft, milking me for every last drop. I groaned my appreciation onto the side of her cheek. She embraced me with her arms, gyrating her hips, coaxing me.
We laid there for fifteen or so minutes, my half-hard cock still in her. She kissed me sleepily, and I rolled off her. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. She rolled over and placed her head on my chest with one of her legs draped over mine. We dozed off. I awoke a few hours later on my side with my chest pressed against her back. The warmth of her body felt wonderful; the smell of her only added to it. Her perfectly round ass pressed against my reinvigorated cock.
Outside, the sun had set, and the only light in the room came from the light in the hallway. She must've been having a good dream because her ass wriggled against my hardness. I slipped a hand between us and angled the head of my cock, so it was just at her entrance. Next time she wiggled her ass, she'd be in for a big surprise. Just as I had planned, she wiggled, and I slipped inside, once the head was in, I pushed in the remaining shaft. She woke up moaning. "I thought it was a dream," she said. "It certainly isn't a dream," I replied as I grabbed her hips and pumped into her for all I was worth. She threw her ass back at me, now better accustomed to my size she wanted it all.
"Fill me with your cum again," she begged while she gritted her teeth and clenched her hands around her pillow. My hands found her tits and pulled her back to me. I pumped and pumped and pumped. My orgasm earlier allowed me to fuck her much longer and harder before reaching the point of no return. "I really liked feeling your cum in me," she said between moans and gasps. "I loved feeling your seed feeding my pussy," she added. I groaned into her right ear, and she took this as a sign to keep talking.
"I have never been fucked so well," she continued. "Use my body for your pleasure, baby," she cried. She was grabbing my hands that toyed with her pussy. She came, and her pussy grew even tighter as it milked me.
I let it rip and came gushing deep into her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow. But in the posi
tion I was in, I couldn't fully turn my head. Someone had been watching, this much I knew. Julia was a woman who lived alone, so who could it have been?
Chapter 3
An hour later, I fucked Julia a third time in the shower. I didn't tell her that I thought someone had snuck into her house and watched us in the throes of passion. The last thing I wanted was to unnerve this woman who had given herself completely to me, despite her initial apprehensions.
She kissed me at the door, sad to see me go. She reluctantly wished me an enjoyable night's rest and expressed her interest in doing this again. I looked around my neighborhood, seeing the bright lights of families gathered in their dens, watching television, or just doing what families do. I entered my empty house, grabbed a beer, and planted myself on the couch, revisiting the amazing experience a simple lunch had turned into.
I had been in this suburb for a very short time and had met some wonderful people. It had never dawned on me when making a choice to move here that I would find myself in the middle of adventures I had come to experience. I moved here looking for quiet, but I had found so much more than that. I had stumbled across a community of under-appreciated women in need of passion in their lives. I worried a bit about how all of this would unfold, but I was willing to ride it out to the end.
The next few days were quiet. I continued my daily jogs through the neighborhood. I was casually glancing at the faces of those I encountered, to see if I could pinpoint who had watched my performance with Julia. Everyone was suspicious, but nobody was a dead giveaway. As the days passed, I let it go. Perhaps it was just my imagination, and we had not been watched. Every time I ran past Julia's house, I would see her looking out from behind her curtain, smiling and waving. I would wave back and move along. I wanted to give her time to marinate in the memories of our encounter. I did just enough to show her I was interested without making her think it was a one-time thing.
Rose, on the other hand, had taken to emailing me pictures of herself in various stages of undress. If her asshole husband only knew what she was doing, for me, with his beloved golf clubs. On one of these days, after receiving a picture, I heard a knock on my back door. I opened it to see Rose in her husband's trench coat. She rushed inside and parted it, showing me her nude body beneath. This woman was hot to trot, and I gave it to her right up against the refrigerator door. She quickly left just as fast as she had arrived.
I checked my mailbox and saw an invitation from the Garner's (Melissa, who I had met twice before was married to the town's richest man.) It was a black-tie affair at their home. I dreaded the idea of being stuck in a room with stuffy men bragging about their golf game and their prowess at business. I am not particularly interested in politics, and these men loved to use social events to rant about everything that was wrong with the country. Being neighborly, I knew I had to attend. It would look bad if I didn't show up.
It also did not hurt to have a friendly association with the upper echelon of people who influenced those who lived around me. I donned my new suit, gave myself a once over, and sipped on a bit of cognac to make the night's events more digestible. I hopped in my car and made my way to their home. I arrived ten minutes later, an invitation in hand, where I was met by a valet who took my keys and greeted me to the estate of the Garners. The house was the biggest house around. Mr. Garner had purchased several surrounding homes to build this monstrosity and tribute to French overindulgence.
Inside, the chatter of attendees filled the vast rooms. Waiters with drinks and food circled the room, making sure no hand was void of a drink. Melissa Garner walked over in her red gown and greeted me, thanking me for coming to their shindig. I politely thanked her for the invitation as she guided me over to introduce me to her husband.
As the richest man in the room, as well as the host of the event, he was surrounded by every sucker who aspired to be like him. Mr. Garner was a dry man who had little in the way of a sense of humor. I don't believe Mr. Garner, or Ted, as he asked me to call him, had very much experience with people of color. He sized me up quickly and launched into a plethora of questions about my origins, education, and profession. I had dealt with this in the corporate world, so I was prepared and answered every question as politely as I could, even if I found the questions to be insulting.
He eased up once I divulged that I held patents in information technology that he and his buddies were sure to use. The fact that I was in any way responsible for helping these men increase their wealth was a welcomed bit of information. I was of use to them, or so my background led them to believe. I was the perfect example of their mantra that anyone can pull themselves up by their own britches in this country.
For a good portion of the evening, he paraded me around, introducing me to his social circle as some sort of trophy acquisition that had overcome his humble beginnings. It didn't hurt that he had talked me into making a hefty donation to one of his causes, to which I knew I had to agree quickly.
I eventually had enough of the introductions and freed myself from his net. I worked the room greeting neighbors I had come to know from meeting casually around town. Everyone was dressed in their best, and the wives were much more receptive to me than their husbands. A few suggested I meet this daughter or that niece, much to the consternation of their husbands. I enjoyed the reactions of the husbands and took it all in as fun. Then, I politely declined, much to their relief.
As the night wound down, I learned more and more about my new world. This was certainly a place where everyone was trying to keep up with the Joneses. A woman I hadn't met before bumped into me and slid a piece of paper in my pocket, then excused herself. I found the nearest bathroom, one of six in this home. I relieved my bladder and washed my hands before pulling out the paper and reading the note put there by the mysterious woman. The note was short, but very clear. "I saw you at Julia's house, find me."
I crumbled the note and flushed it down the toilet. This was a very daring woman, and clearly, she had been the shadow I had seen that night at Julia's home. I had to get down to the bottom of this. I knew Julia was at this event because we had been stealing glances at each other the whole night. Men were trying to chat her up, but she was more interested in following me with her eyes. From time to time, I would notice she was a bit jealous of the obvious flirting some of the wives were doing.
I crossed the room and joined Julia. I smiled and said, hello. She looked at me with her twinkling eyes and said, "I wondered how long it would take you to find me." I apologized and told her I was just polite to these bores. She laughed and agreed with the bore jab I had made. I asked her if I could see her after the event, she lit up and nodded. I had to figure out a way of bringing up the subject of the mysterious woman without raising suspicion. She told me that she would be heading home soon and that I could join her at my own pace. I agreed that I would continue to mingle for a bit before finding an excuse to leave.
For the next half hour, I chatted up people and listened to some of the worst jokes I had ever heard. I graciously smiled and halfheartedly chuckled. I had been keeping an eye out for more of my neighbors, but even with three more hours at this party, I would not have been able to meet them all. I decided to take one more trip to the bathroom before taking off. I had given time to allow the liquor to work its way through my system, so I could drive to Julia's without risking an accident or a possible arrest for driving under the influence. As I made my way down the corridor, Melissa steps out of a nearby doorway. She smiled seductively at me, the intoxication quite evident.
"Hope you are enjoying the party," she offered. I gave her a big smile and complimented her home as a guest should. "This palace, all too myself and many dark corners for lots of deeds," she replied. I don't know if it was the champagne that was bringing this forwardness on her part, but she had always come across as much more reserved. Her emerald eyes playfully drank me in, she undressed me and put me back together with her smoldering look. "We should get together sometime," she spoke low, as to not
be overheard. "I'm practically here alone all the time."
I told her I'd take her up on that offer, and made my way to the john. Ten minutes later, I was on my way to Julia's home, already at half-mast and ready to go. A few minutes later, I parked my car in front of my house and walked over to Julia's house. I thought that if a neighbor saw my car there in the morning, it would send the rumor mill into overdrive. She recognized this when she welcomed me in and thanked me for being so thoughtful. "Wouldn't these bitches love a good story to spread," she stated while she laughed.
Julia had changed into a silky robe that came down to her upper thighs with a pair of white three-inch heels. She seemed as ready to go as I was, except this time, she didn't require any building up. It hadn't been that long since our last joined climax, but it was long enough to well up new needs in her. She hugged me and kissed me. She spoke seductively as she stated clearly how much she wanted and needed me to have my way with her. This time, she didn't need to lead the way anywhere. I was going to have this woman wherever and however I wanted.
