by Vivien Vale
I think my bare skin found glass. The pain momentarily distracts me.
With a sigh, I start sweeping up the broken glass. In the sparse light, it’s difficult to see if I’ve got all of it, but I decide it will have to do.
Quickly, I take dustpan, broom, and broken glass into the kitchen. I hear Daniel follow me. I don’t turn on the light.
Moonlight filters in through the kitchen window. The big outside lanterns also seep in.
Slowly, I turn toward Daniel, who’s standing so close behind me I can feel his breath on my neck.
For a second, we stare at each other. Each and every fiber in my being is lusting after this man.
I want to feel his fingers in me. I want to feel his cock in me. I want to ride it, and I want to stop thinking.
He’s coming toward me.
“Now, where were we?”
Before I can respond, his strong hands grab me and pull me into him.
Again, his mouth forces itself onto mine. He demands entry, and I strain toward him. My hands find his neck and hair.
I pull him closer to me. As his hips press into me, I can feel his magnificent cock straining to break through his pants. My right hand drops, and I place it over the bulge. Even through the material, I can feel him pulsing.
“We should…” I try to pull away from him. But he doesn’t let me go.
“You’re right,” he murmurs into my hair. His fingers have found my pussy again.
My back’s pushed against the kitchen counter. I’m arching my lower back, and my head’s touching the shelving.
The man really knows how to push my buttons. Right now, his finger is gently pushing all the way into my already dripping pussy before he pulls it out again ever so slowly.
Then he holds his wet finger in front of his face and licks it. The action is full of eroticism. I feel a shiver run through me.
In my hand, his cock is about to explode.
“I think we should make a drink and put some of these juices to use.” Daniel grins.
My own eyes widen.
It was fun and games to kiss and fool around, but we can’t have full-on sex in the kitchen of my parents’ house.
Panic rises in me. The door opens again; someone calls someone’s name. I hold my breath, and the door slams shut again.
“Relax, kitten.” Daniel’s eyes glint in the dim light. “How about a virgin margarita with a special touch?”
Am I hearing him right? Before I can respond, Daniel moves about the kitchen. It seems to take him less than a minute to return to where I’m still standing with the ingredients for a cocktail.
With one hand, he mixes, and with the other he goes back to taking care of my pussy. At first, I’m a little distracted by the blender, but when his finger is all the way in my pussy and he curls it up to rub against my sweet spot, any last hesitation goes out the window.
“Oh, Daniel,” I moan and open his trousers.
With his cocktail obviously done, he uses his other hand now to open my top and expose my breasts. As he frees them from their prison, they bounce up and down a little in anticipation of being touched.
But Daniel doesn’t use his free hand to torture my nipples with pinching and pulling. He takes an ice cube and rolls it around my nipple and fleshy breast.
The icy sensation sends flames of fire ripping through me. Oh god, I would never have thought such a simple thing could have such a powerful reaction.
I push my chest toward him.
At the same time, his finger is moving in and out of my pussy. His thumb is pushing against my clit, rubbing a little from side to side.
There’s another noise—footsteps. I tense a little, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m totally paralyzed with pleasure. It seems as if they’re getting louder. And then just as I fear they’re coming into the kitchen, they turn away.
My heart is beating wildly in my chest. The feeling of being discovered any second in my mom’s kitchen with my breasts exposed and Daniel’s finger in my pussy seems to only heighten my pleasure.
Slowly, the world is losing focus around me as my head is filled with clouded lust.
I barely register Daniel dipping his finger into the icy margarita mixture and dripping some onto my very hard nipples. When he lowers his mouth over them to suck off the delicious drink, I think I might actually pass out.
Trying not to scream out loud in pleasure and have the whole family come running, I squeeze his dick a little harder. In response, I feel his teeth bite harder on my nipples.
Then he pulls away again to drip more of the cocktail on me.
He repeats this a few times, and the way my body is shivering, I know it won’t be long before I come.
It feels a little wild and crazy, and I try not to think about the fact this is the place where for many, many years I used to watch Mom cook. Did she and Dad ever—
Oh my god, no, stop. I don’t even want to think about my parents having sex.
Eww.
Daniel has increased his intensity with his fingers. I think he may even have two or three pushing into me as hard and fast as he can.
My own hand is trying very hard to rub and squeeze his massive cock and balls. I roll them through my hands and knead them like dough.
When I come suddenly, I come with an almighty spasm. The walls of my pussy grab onto Daniel’s fingers and don’t want to let them go. Explosions and fireworks rip through me, and for a while, I feel as if I’m floating on clouds.
My breathing is short and shallow.
Eventually, Daniel pulls out his fingers. They’re covered in my juices.
Mesmerized, I watch him take one of the glasses he got ready before and smear my cum around the rim of the glass.
He repeats this with the other glass before pouring his cocktail into them.
With glowing eyes, he hands me one of the glasses.
“Cheers.” He smirks and takes a drink.
I follow. For the first time ever, I taste my own juices mixed in with the delicious flavor of a margarita.
“Now then.” He leans into me again. “Where did you say your bedroom is?”
Like a giggling teenager, I grab his hand and pull him out of the kitchen. I don’t bother to do up my top—any second I’ll rip it off anyway.
When I close the bedroom door and lock it for good measure, it’s Daniel who does the ripping—first his own shirt and then mine.
Daniel
I rip my own shirt off and then Rose’s. For a few seconds, I feast my eyes on those fleshy tits. They bounce up and down a little as she’s wrestling with her skirt.
Her perky pink nipples jut out, daring me to suck on them. I lean forward and oblige. I kiss each of them before I return to the task of undressing.
Before I get out of my pants, I reach into the pocket and grab my condom. There’s a little bedside table near her bed, and I put it there.
Before I slip it on, I want to make the most of those hands of hers.
Of course, I know I’ll need to slip that bit of latex over my dick sooner rather than later―otherwise it will be one huge, massive disaster―but I’m not quite ready.
There’s something about those hands of Rose’s. They’re velvety, sensual, strong, and just amazing.
If I didn’t have this problem—no. I stop myself thinking about it. There’s no point anyway.
I feel Rose’s hands wrap around my cock and squeeze. Then she opens up and lets her fingers move up and down my shaft as if she’s practicing the scales on the piano.
It sends fireworks exploding in my balls and abdomen. My brain has long stopped working and has gone on extended leave.
If I was right now asked to do even the simplest of tasks, like add up two plus two, I couldn’t. I’m lucky to be remembering my own name right now.
I run my hands through her hair. It’s falling loosely over her shoulders, and I love the feel of it as it runs through my fingers.
We’re just inside the room Rose has pulled me int
o. I’m not sure about the last time she’s been home or if she visits her parents often, but from what I can see, this is Rose’s space.
The bed is covered with a bedspread of light purple with pink roses all over it. Large frilly matching cushions decorate the head of the bed.
The bedside table has a simple, small light on it. There are no teddy bears from what I can see, although I wouldn’t be surprised to see one.
I know girls love stuffed teddies. I never understood why.
I push Rose back against the door. My mouth presses onto hers, hard. I want to devour her.
She has this delicious scent about her; it’s not the overwhelming expensive perfume other women use. No. It’s sweet—but not too sweet—sensual, and intoxicating.
I wonder if she’s aware of its effect and uses it for that reason?
My tongue is in her mouth, practically trying to grab her tonsils, and my fingers are toying with her nipples.
I can feel her push her hips forward and into mine. Her pussy is searching for my magic wand.
But before I can enter her, I need to get my condom. All in good time, I think to myself and use my right hand to lift one of her legs and drape it over my hip. She gets the idea and hooks it behind my back.
Now her pussy is really exposed and open. My hand presses against it.
At the same time, my hips push into her so the length of my cock is against her skin. I feel her shiver with pleasure beneath me.
I leave my hand where it is and press into her.
She makes some fucking sexy sound, but it’s muffled with my mouth still over hers.
Time seems to slow down, and I want to make the most of this magic moment. I feel droplets of precum on the tip of my dick.
I push harder against her. I want to try and feel her skin for as long as I can before I hide my cock in the condom.
Briefly, I toy with trying to fuck her without a condom.
I mean, I’m so close. We’re here in the perfect position. Why not just see if I can glide in and find out what happens and just go for it?
But we haven’t settled our deal. We haven’t officially agreed to this baby bargain.
Since I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I take her other leg and also hook it around my back.
Now I carry her over to the bed. As I walk, I suck on those gorgeous tits of hers. They’re now just at the right height.
At first, Rose looks at me a little confused. But when my lips wrap around her nipples, she pushes her naked body hard into me.
I gently lower her onto the bed and grab my condom.
“Um…” Rose looks confused.
“Won’t take long,” I reassure her and open up the packet.
“Do you always…” she starts and stops. “I mean, do you always use one? And how about…”
Before she can finish the question—a question I don’t really want to answer right now—I’ve got my cock covered and turn toward her. Instead of responding, I spread her legs and bury my nose into her pussy.
I lift her legs as I do so. This way, her ass comes off the bed a little and my hands make a bid for both cheeks.
As my tongue darts in and out of her soaked pussy, I knead and squeeze her ass. Meanwhile, my cock’s throbbing and demanding a piece of the action.
I pull out of her and position myself so my dick is right at her opening.
“Please, Daniel,” she mumbles, and I don’t need further invitation. Slowly, I slide my cock into her.
She’s tight, as always, but accommodates my massive girth. I grab her hips and pull her toward me as I push deep inside her.
“Yessss,” she hisses, and I can already feel the walls of her pussy contract.
To make the most of this, I start off slow and steady. I pull out and then gently push back in.
Rose has other ideas. She tries to get me to speed up.
“Come on, Daniel,” she begs, “faster, harder.”
With her legs still draped over my shoulders, I lean forward and push deeper into her.
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper, and then I let loose. I start pistoning into her like a fucking V-8 engine.
She meets each of my thrusts with a little upward push of her own.
I watch her tits bounce from side to side.
I let go with one hand of her ass and reach for the delicacies. As soon as I pinch her right nipple, she lets out a high-pitched squeal.
Her pussy is grabbing my cock so hard I fear she might strangle it. It’s as if she’s trying to fucking milk me of all I’m worth.
With a flame flickering in my abdomen and spreading at phenomenal speed, I can feel myself building up to a huge orgasm. It won’t be long before I come.
Beneath me, Rose’s body is tensing and shaking. With each thrust, my cock’s expanding and stretching her pussy.
“I…not…long,” moans Rose, and I can feel her orgasm explode inside her. Her muscles contract, and then she comes—really fucking hard.
A few seconds later, I release outrageous amounts of cum, and I can feel the condom fill to almost overflowing. A combination of heat and molten lava spreads through me.
As wave after wave of pleasure invades each and every part of my body, I stay deep inside her and wait for the pulsing of my cock to subside.
When I finally collapse on top of her, my cock’s still in her. I stay like this for what seems like forever.
I rest my head on her chest, between her tits, and revel in the afterglow. Her fingers run through my hair. Beneath me, I can hear her wildly beating heart.
It feels satisfying to know how much pleasure I just brought to her.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she whispers as I pull out of her.
I roll onto my side next to her and let my finger trace little circles around her breast.
“Remind me what the question was,” I say playfully and smile. Of course, I really do know what the question is, but I don’t want to talk about it now.
I know I’ll have to discuss it with her sooner rather than later, but I’d rather it’d be later.
Rose smiles.
“I think you’re trying to distract me,” she replies, and I raise an eyebrow in innocent protest.
“Distract you from what?” My other hand is on her ass.
She has a fucking great ass—soft and fleshy. I can’t get enough of it. Just thinking about her ass has my cock stirring again.
Instead of a reply, Rose rolls onto her side, giving me better access to that most delicious body part of hers.
Fuck. Yes.
I waste no time.
Rose
I watch him peel off the condom and furrow my brows. I mean, it shouldn’t be a problem because we haven’t agreed to anything yet, but it’s odd he’s always got one of those things with him and uses it.
I mean, we’ve had sex several times. That hardly qualifies me as an expert on his habits.
It’s difficult to think when his hands are on my ass. I can hardly believe my pussy is already begging for more. He really stretched me before, and yet I crave more.
So much more.
He rolls me onto my stomach, and for a while, I just lie there and relax into his hands. I can even feel the tip of his cock push against my ass.
Would he, I wonder―but stop myself thinking further along this line.
I mean, maybe he’s out of condoms. How many of those things does he carry with him?
I sigh and push those thoughts aside. Right now, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I mean, we haven’t agreed on this whole baby bargain thing yet, anyway.
But I sure hope he understands he’ll have to ditch the latex for me to get pregnant.
Oh, stop worrying, Rose. Daniel’s a man of the world and understands the principle behind the birds and the bees.
I tell myself to stay with him and enjoy the ride. Maybe he just wants to be sure about our deal before we take any chances. And really, he’s probably just looking after me, because I ba
rely know him.
I feel his fingers scoop up my own juices and smear them over my ass cheeks. The sticky liquid feels good on my hot body. Catlike, I stretch and lift my upper body off the bed.
I glance back at him, and to my surprise he’s rock-hard again. He’s got his long, thick cock pointing right at my ass. There’s no rubber. Hmm.
Before I can complete the thought, I feel the tip of him push into my most private hole.
I suck in my breath. I’ve never let a man go there before. I feel like it should hurt, but my body pushes against him of its own will to meet his juicy, meaty member. I want this.
His hands are on my pelvis, fingers digging into my flesh. I’m up on all fours now and can’t help but squeal a little as he pushes deeper into me.
I fucking love how he feels invading my body like this. I want more.
I throw my head back and arch my lower back. I don’t know how much more of him I can take, but I want it all.
Just then, I feel his balls slap against my ass.
He thrusts in and out of me slowly, and I meet him on each thrust. I’m surprised at my own body and at the delight it’s experiencing at this amazing new sensation of being fucked in my tight little hole.
I can’t believe I’m enjoying this so much. If one of my ex-boyfriends had tried to do this to me, I doubt I would have agreed.
But there’s something persuasive about Daniel. I want him in every way.
It becomes difficult to continue any coherent thoughts. Wave after wave of pleasure races through me, a bit like how the waves lap on to the beach in a never-ending, continuous pattern.
I’m not sure how much pleasure I can stand before I lose my mind. The other day, I overhead someone say, I want to fuck her stupid, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that could happen. Could I go mad from too much pleasure and sex?
It sounds silly, but right now, I believe it might happen. The world seems to be going out of focus, and my body feels filled with a sticky, sweet substance.
I’ve got no control over my limbs. Not that I could go anywhere anyway with Daniel’s huge cock inside my hole.
Suddenly and without warning, he increases his pace. He’s going from adagio to allegro. Soon, all I can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against my flesh as he thrusts into me.
