Sexy Appetites

by Nikki Sins

  And so I do, inhaling her musky odor into my lungs, holding it, letting it out. She moans in intense pleasure and grinds harder into my face, bouncing up and down. Her pussy is gushing, drenching my chin, my nose, my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick her sweet, supple pussy, the walls slick and delicious and as smooth as the finest silk.

  “Oh fuck yeah, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she says, losing herself.

  I look up and see her leaning forward and gripping the top of the bed frame, her beautiful tits bouncing around above me, hair amiss, head bowed forward, face screwed up in intense pleasure.

  I hook my arms around her thighs and stick my tongue out even further while pressing down on her hips and into me. She rides my tongue, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, her moans growing in intensity, becoming grunts, then finally culminating in a single, piercing scream before falling silent.

  Her body shudders once, then twice, then three times, each shudder accompanied by a little yelp of pleasure. She is breathing hard and her body is glistening with sweat. She throws her head back, looks up at the ceiling.

  “Now that,” she says, “Is what I’m talking about.”

  She climbs off my face and slides in next to me in bed. Propped up on one arm, she kisses me, tasting herself. She licks her lips and smiles.

  Smiling back, I say, “Now will you please suck my cock?”

  “Honey, after that, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

  And with that she slips down between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth.

  Now I’m not hung like a porn star but I’m not hung like a pimple either, and still she swallows my cock without any problem whatsoever. It disappears between her lips and down her throat in a flash, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time.

  “Ho-ly shit,” I say as I immediately fight the urge to spew in her mouth.

  She winks at me and then shifts her head back a bit and somehow takes my cock even deeper. Lying on my back in the bed I can see the tip of her nose pressing into my groin and feel the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. Then her tongue flicks out from underneath and nestles my scrotum for just a moment, and I shudder in ecstasy and am just on the verge of cumming when she slides my cock out of her mouth. It’s dripping wet and coated with saliva and the tip is white from where the tightness of her throat restricted the blood flow.

  I relax for a moment and the urge to cum passes. As soon as it’s gone she again takes my cock into her mouth, just the tip this time, sucks on it and jerks my shaft with her hand, the leftover saliva making it slick, allowing her to jerk it quickly, up and down, up and down, up and down, her hand squeezing tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock until I’m again only moments from cumming.

  When she feels my tension rising again she slows down her strokes, pulls the tip from her mouth, and proceeds to slowly lick the length of my shaft with her tongue, up and then down, up and then down, up and then down, bringing me again into safe range.

  “Do you want to come yet?” she says.

  “Desperately,” I reply, at this point wanting only to release the incredible, nearly unbearable pressure.

  “Beg for it,” she says while she massages my balls with her right hand and plays with my cock with her left.

  “Please let me cum,” I say.

  She tilts her head and eyes me with a slightly raised brow.

  “Mistress,” I add.

  “That’s better,” she says. “But I want you to say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

  “Please mistress, please let me cum.”

  She laughs and then just like that she deepthroats me again, effortlessly, holding it, holding it, holding it, my cock constricting her breath, gagging her, and then she starts moving her head up and down, up and down her lips moving the full length of my shaft, from tip to base, over and over again, her hair flipping everywhere, covering half her face but her gaze never leaving mine, her eyes deadly serious, hard at work, pushing me to the edge and then over it and my sphincter tightens and I buck my hips and I say, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” over and over again and then my sphincter releases and so does my cock as I feel the cum shooting out, threatening to blow out the back of her throat and then she leans back just a little, changing the angle so the cum will flow better and takes my cock all the way into the back of her throat and holds is there as I cum and cum and cum some more, my body jerking and spasming in uncontrollable bursts and she takes it all, swallowing everything I have to offer seemingly without effort.

  I lean back and stare at the ceiling, exhausted with the effort. My breath is ragged and I’m sweating all over. I put my hands over my face and laugh a little bit to release the tension.

  She slides up next to me and drops her head onto my chest.

  “Have fun?” she says. Her demeanor is relaxed, playful. The role-playing is over.

  “I had a great time,” I say.

  “That’s good,” she says. “I aim to please.”

  “Well you certainly did that.” I reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pull out twenty $100 dollar bills and hand them to her.

  “Thanks, baby,” she says, “Next time you’re in the mood to get pushed around a little bit, make sure you ask for me.”

  “Will do.”

  She taps my leg a couple of times and stands up. “You mind if I finish the wine?” she says.

  “Not at all. Be my guest.”

  She nods in thanks, pours the last glass, throws it down, puts on her clothes, and walks out with nothing more than brief wave goodbye. No pretense, no small-talk, no awkwardness. Just the way I like it.

  #####

  THE NEIGHBOR LOVES TO GET DIRTY

  It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Andy Thompson saw Belinda’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

  He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as he watched Belinda’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to his patio.

  Belinda was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

  As she got closer, he could see that her hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his name.

  But, as it turned out, she did know it. And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

  “You’re Andy, right?”

  He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

  “I’m Belinda.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  Belinda’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You got any more of those smokes?” s
he said.

  “About half a pack,” Andy replied.

  “You mind if I join you for a couple?”

  “Not at all,” he said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through his system.

  “Cool,” Belinda said, climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

  She made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table. Andy shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her one.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “My pleasure,” Andy replied.

  Belinda took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Andy didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

  Andy’s dick was getting hard just from looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to steer his mind out of the gutter.

  “I don’t,” she said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

  “I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

  “It certainly is.”

  “Guy trouble?”

  “Something like that.”

  “You want to talk about it?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Fair enough.”

  Belinda took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

  “It’s just not my thing,” Andy said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

  “Well, that’s a shame,” Belinda said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

  Andy nearly spit his beer all over the table.

  “Oh, did that get your attention?” Belinda said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

  “Maybe just a little,” Andy said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

  Belinda’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

  “About what?” Andy replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even knew her.

  “About coming back to my place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

  Containing his excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Andy said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

  “It does,” Belinda said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”

  #

  Five minutes later they were in Belinda’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

  “I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jack,” Belinda said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

  Andy nodded towards it. “Hello there, Jack.”

  “Have you two met before?”

  “Once or twice,” Andy said.

  “Jack’s one of my best friends,” Belinda said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jack?”

  Andy eyed her wearily, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing like this had never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

  But before he could settle on a course of action, Belinda took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Andy grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

  “Bottoms up,” Belinda said, effortlessly shooting the Jack.

  Andy did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

  Belinda laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure? It didn’t look like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Andy said. And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

  “Not bad,” Belinda said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Andy wasn’t sure if the butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

  Oh well, he thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.

  #

  Six shots later and Andy was starting to feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

  Belinda was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

  Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Belinda’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Belinda pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

  “So what do you say, Andy? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.

  “That depends on what it is.”

  “I need to get fucked.”

  Andy took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”

  “You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”

  “I can.”

  “I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Belinda said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

  Andy took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

  Smiling, Belinda said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Andy’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.

  “Whoa,” Andy said. “Wait a second—”

  “It’s too late now,” Belinda said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Andy’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”

  Andy started to say something but Belinda wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole t
hing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.

  Belinda held her position—deepthroating Andy’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.

  Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

  Andy nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Belinda was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

  “Say it,” Belinda said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

  Andy wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.

  “I love it,” he said.

  “Say it like you mean it,” Belinda snapped.

  “I love it,” Andy said, more forcefully this time.

  “Damn right you do,” Belinda shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

  Andy nodded without thinking.