‘Hmm.’ Sheridan gave out an erotic moan. ‘Hi, baby.’
My jaw nearly hit the floor. My mouth was suddenly feeling very dry.
I know she had texted that she was being naughty, but I thought she was only saying that to get me to come see her. Sheridan had been speaking the truth. She was lying naked on top of the covers of her large comfortable bed with its mountain of pillows. Her long elegant legs were spread into a wide V like some kind of gymnastic technique, as her fingers rubbed back and forth along the slit of her glistening pussy. Something dangerous pulsed between my legs and a large bulge began to form beneath my boxer shorts.
She looked so beautiful.
Without saying a word, I pulled down my boxer shorts and discarded them to some dark and distant corner of the bedroom. Sheridan smiled at the sight of my cock growing harder and harder before her eyes. The pace of her fingers momentarily increased, as her excitement got the better of her. I walked across the room and climbed onto the end of the bed. Sheridan bit her bottom lip at the sight of me moving into position between her spread legs.
‘Charlie,’ she spoke softly, ‘I need you to fuck me.’ Her slurred words hung in the air for a moment. ‘I need you to fuck me hard.’ Alcohol and Sheridan were always an interesting combination because it turned her into a dirty little freak that lived for nothing more than wild powerful sex.
I replied by reaching out and cupping the back of her ankles within the palms of my large hands. I began to lift her legs into the air. I moved slowly and gently inched them up a little at first, but then I kept going until they were spread into a wide V in mid-air.
Sheridan giggled happily to herself, as I shuffled closer towards her body and began to force her legs down towards her torso. This is something that I would never have thought of doing with Rebecca because the sheer mechanics of it wouldn’t work. Sheridan on the other hand was young; Sheridan was hot, but most importantly my girlfriend was the most flexible woman I had ever met. She grabbed her own calves and pulled her legs down until her feet were resting either side of her head.
I looked down at her shaven pussy, totally exposed. I pressed the tip of my dick against her moist lips, but in this position I only had to apply a little bit of force and my dick slipped nicely inside of her body. I let gravity take my bodyweight and pull me down on top of her. Sheridan gasped. The full length of my long thick cock had been consumed deep inside her exposed pussy.
‘Fuck me, baby,’ she said.
In this position our faces were just inches apart.
I could see all the lust swirling within her ocean blue coloured eyes.
‘Oh god,’ she gasped, as I began to move.
It was not a case of rolling my hips in a sweet sensual way, as we worked in unison to make love. No. From this position, there was not a damn thing that Sheridan could do. She just had to lay back and hold her feet beside her head, whilst I bounced my cock hard and fast between her already soaking wet lips. This was the perfect position for deep penetrating sex. It was a fact confirmed by the open-mouth, wide eyed expression, Sheridan gave me. She wasn’t even able to breathe properly. All I could hear were very short and sharp breaths that seemed to be forced out of her lungs, with his downward pound of my dick inside of her body.
Sheridan’s eyes drifted towards the direction of the door at the sound of voices on the landing outside. At no point did she ask me to stop. I could read my girlfriend like a book and the thought of stopping never seemed to cross her mind. I had only been fucking her for about forty seconds and I could feel the muscles within her pussy clenching around the shaft of my cock.
‘You have been desperate for this.’ It was not a question.
‘I have,’ she whimpered.
‘You have been desperate for my cock,’ I told her.
‘Yes, baby.’ she smiled lustfully. Sheridan loved me to talk dirty.
‘You needed me to fuck your pussy.’
Sheridan’s back arched up off the bed, as much as it possibly could, and her head tilted back. ‘Yes,’ she hardly got the word out.
‘That is the wrong answer.’ I pounded my cock down even harder.
Sheridan’s entire body tensed up, as she forcefully exhaled all the oxygen from her lungs. Her pussy was so tight that it was squeezing the life out of my cock. How badly had she wanted this? How much had she been thinking about fucking me? I had never known her to cum so quickly. The sound of my thighs slapping against her naked ass bounced around the room, as I vastly stepped up the pace of the fuck. Sheridan had asked for a hard fuck and a hard fuck was what she was going to get. I was now drilling my dick inside of her with everything I had.
‘Tell me whose pussy it is.’ I could feel my own breathing getting heavy. The look of sheer ecstasy painted across her sweet innocent face was making me lose all of the self-control of which I was capable. A warm welcoming pressure was starting to gather between my legs. It would not be long now.
Sheridan’s body fell back down onto the bed, as her muscles unclenched, but by now she was breathing so hard. I could feel her body squirming beneath mine, as I continued to fuck her over stimulated pussy. I held down her legs, as she stroked her hands through my hair and against the side of my face. ‘My pussy belongs to you, baby.’ From the look of sheer agony on her face I could tell that she was going to cum again at any moment.
‘Good girl,’ I told her.
‘Am I a good girl?’ Her face contorted into a mask of agony mixed with pleasure. Suddenly her eyes rolled back. ‘Oh fuck, Charlie.’ For a second time her back arched up and her body tensed up. I had to force my bodyweight down against her just to pin her down onto the bed. It was like Sheridan’s body was attempting to climb higher up the bed to distance itself from the thing that was causing it to feel these powerful sensations.
‘Yes, baby.’ Something dangerous sparked between my legs. ‘You are the best girl.’ Sheridan somehow managed to smile before crying out. Her cry was so loud that I was sure someone had heard it. This was so dangerous considering her mother was sleeping in the very next room. What if she rushed in to see if her daughter was okay? How bad would it look for her to see me with her daughter’s legs pinned down next to her head, as I fucked her so hard in the most degrading and exposed position? The problem was I didn’t care. I was fucking the woman that I loved. I was fucking her exactly how she wanted it and exactly how she loved it.
I didn’t want to stop.
I don’t think I could stop.
I was so close.
‘Harder!’ Sheridan growled through clenched teeth. She grabbed a firm handful on my hair and forcefully pulled me down against her body, which only pinned her legs down harder and opened her pussy up for an even deeper, penetrating fuck. ‘I want it,’ she was looking straight into my eyes. I could see the unfathomable amount of pleasure rolling like thunder clouds through the windows of her soul. ‘I need to feel it inside of me.’
That was it.
I had been doing well up till that point.
Her words were like the button that opened the bay doors. The bomb dropped. I could feel it rush straight down from the depths of my stomach. My entire body locked like I was some kind of statue. A sense of euphoria washed across my mind.
My cock erupted deep inside of Sheridan’s pussy.
‘Fuck!’ I called out. I didn’t care who could hear.
‘Yes, baby, yes.’ Sheridan pulled me in even tighter.
‘You like that.’ I pounded my cock into her pussy, as secondary eruptions sprayed deep into the depths of her body.
‘I love it.’ She dropped her head down onto the pillow with a faraway look in her eyes. The overwhelming orgasm had forced her into that dream like state where the only thing you’re aware of is the billion and one amazing sensations of absolute bliss that spread like a wild fire throughout your body numbing your thoughts, your feelings, your awareness and concentration. For a brief moment in time, all that existed for her was the out of this world orgasm.
> I fucked Sheridan for as long and as hard as I could go on, which wasn’t very long. All my strength, energy and drive had been sucked away by the mind-melting climax. Usually we would have fucked for ages before either one of us got close to finishing, but Sheridan’s passion and thirst for a deep hard fuck was too intoxicating to ignore.
After a moment I sat up onto my knees and lowered her legs back down onto the bed. Sheridan looked exhausted. She was covered in a lit layer of sweat and was desperately panting to catch her breath. She flashed me that sweet angelic smile.
‘Thank you, Charlie.’ She let out a deep, pleasing sigh, as I pulled my cock out of her soaking wet pussy. We had made quite a mess upon the top of her bed sheets. ‘You have no idea how I needed that.’ She stroked her hand lovingly along the underside of my cock like it was some kind of favourite pet. ‘Will you stay with me tonight?’
My heart sank within my chest.
‘You are so cute,’ I told her, which only made her blush. ‘I want to, but.’
She didn’t let me finish. ‘It’s my birthday.’ She gave me sad puppy dog eyes.
It was not a good idea. In fact it was the worst idea. My wife, my kids or her parents could easily catch us. How would I get back to my bedroom without anyone noticing in the morning? If we were caught, it would tear both our families and the business apart.
‘I promise to suck on your cock.’
I could feel my resolve weakening rapidly.
‘You can even cum on my face.’
Sheridan’s smile nearly consumed her eyes and ears.
She knew she had won.
‘That was a cheap trick,’ I pouted.
Sheridan giggled. ‘I know, but I know exactly what you like.’
‘If I remember,’ I pressed my fingertips against her pussy lips, ‘You were the one that made me cum over your face.’ Sheridan gave me her ‘What? Little-old me face’, like she was some kind of innocent bystander. ‘Yes you.’ I grinned, as I pushed two fingers back into her body.
‘Fuck.’ It was clear to see she hadn’t yet recovered from our fuck. ‘That is a cheap trick, Charlie,’ she said looking down at my fingers inside of her.
‘If it’s such a cheap trick,’ I leaned down towards her and pressed my lips against hers. ‘Why are you smiling so much?’ Sheridan gave out a cheeky little giggle and began to push her bodyweight down onto my incoming fingers.
It was going to be a long night.
* * *
I awoke to the frustrating sound of someone banging on the bedroom door. My eyes creaked open to be greeted by a ray of sunlight creeping in through the bedroom window. It was morning. The thundering sound of a fist on the door continued. ‘Wake up!’ It was Frank’s voice. ‘It’s nearly midday.’
I sat up in bed.
‘Come on or you will be late.’
‘What is he my fucking father?’ I grumbled.
‘If you don’t answer I will have to come in,’ he warned.
He was going the right way about getting a slap.
Suddenly time seemed to stop. Sheridan sat up naked in bed beside me. The event of last night dawned upon me and only now did I realise where I was. I was still in Sheridan’s bed. Sheridan pushed me off the bed, as she clutched the bed sheet around her naked body.
‘Hang on a second!’ she called.
I looked around the rather large and empty room for somewhere to hide. Sheridan had no closet. The windowsill was far too short for me to climb on and hide behind the curtains. Under the bed seemed a little too cliché and the problem was it was so low to the ground that I doubt I could fit under.
The bedroom door clicked open. I did the only thing I could think of. I dived naked behind the bedroom door, as Frank stood in the doorway. I could feel my heart beating like a jackhammer within my chest. My best friend was standing on the other side of a one inch wooden door talking to his young daughter that I had violated in more ways than one during the night.
‘We need to go and collect your present,’ said Frank.
‘We’re getting it today?’ Sheridan asked.
Sheridan seemed excited. I didn’t know if she was acting or not. Frank and Miranda were getting her a car of her own. Sheridan could pick anything she liked. In retrospect, she probably was truly excited. I could see her nervously glancing at me from her position on the bed. I could see the silent prayers she was whispering within her mind. Don’t let my father see him!
‘Yes. So get ready. Your mother and I will be waiting downstairs.’
‘Okay, Dad,’ smiled Sheridan.
I let out a sigh of relief, as the bedroom door began to close. ‘And sweetie?’ a cold chill ran down my spine, as Frank stepped back into the bedroom. ‘I hope you had a really great birthday.’
‘I did.’ She nodded frantically. ‘I really did.’
‘Good.’ Frank nodded his head and then stepped out the bedroom.
The door closed behind him.
‘Oh my god,’ Sheridan let out a loud laugh.
‘Fuck me.’ I staggered across the bedroom and slumped down onto the bed. Sheridan cradled my head in her lap and leaned down to gifted me a sort of upside down kiss.
‘I believe I did that last night,’ she giggled.
I couldn’t help by laugh. She didn’t let a single dirty joke slip her by.
‘He nearly caught us,’ I said.
‘Nearly, but not quite,’ countered Sheridan.
‘I should get back to my bedroom.’ I went to get up, but I found her small delicate hand upon my forehead pushing me back down onto her lap. ‘You have to go out,’ I told her.
‘I have ten minutes I can spare.’ She smiled that devious smile.
‘We really shouldn’t,’ I tried to point out.
‘That’s why we really should.’ She seemed to make a better point.
I reached up and placed my hand upon the back of her head. Sheridan put up no resistance, as I pulled her down towards me. Our lips met and her tongue nestled nicely within my mouth. I could feel her hand stroking down across my abdomen and straight between my legs. She was wasting no time in finding the thing that she wanted. She began to slowly tease my semi-erect dick, as she sucked gently on my tongue. This woman was the inspiration for my uncontrollable lust. She was beautiful, funny and intelligent. She was perhaps the rudest woman any man could ever be lucky enough to have and the good part about that is that she was mine.
‘I love you,’ I told her.
‘I know.’ She giggled, as we kissed. ‘I love you too.’
‘We’ve just used up one minute,’ I replied.
‘Then you better bend me over and fuck me now.’ The thought of bending this goddess of beauty over was fuelling the fires within my stomach. ‘And baby…?’
‘Yes?’ I asked her.
‘Don’t be gentle.’ She looked down upon me with pleading eyes, as she bit her bottom lip. That was all I needed to hear. I sat up in the bed and turned to see her getting on all fours for me. That cute little ass looked good enough to spank. It was just a shame we only have nine minutes left.
‘Oh,’ Sheridan moaned softly through her nose at the feel of me moving inside of her. We may only have nine minutes, but they were going to be the best nine minutes of our day.
***
To Be Continued...
Excerpt from “Corruption of the Heart”
By John Sheridan
Copyright © 2011
Corruption of the Heart, John Sheridan
Julie stepped into the dark and gloomy bar. It was a fairly large establishment, but being only seven o’clock, on a wet rainy Thursday evening, it wasn’t the most crowded of places. Including the curly bearded bar man, she could count the amount of people in the bar on one hand. All eyes unconsciously turned towards her.
Julie allowed herself a brief smile on the inside.
She liked to invoke this reaction in men. Her choice of clothing had stimulated the desired effect and she could see how badly each and everyone one
of them wanted to fuck her. Men were easier to manipulate when they were no longer thinking with their minds, but with their penis. This is why she had voted to wear something that bordered on lingerie.
It was practically a black baby-doll night dress.
Only two thin straps kept the entire night dress from falling down around her ankles. Her large firm breasts were teetering on the point of spilling out of the very loose hanging top. She had decided to tie her long black hair back behind her head to fully display her elegant swan like neck, and draw greater attention towards her tits. The base of the night dress hung about one-third of the way down her smooth silky thighs and only just about hid away the one thing all the men wanted to see. Their jaws would have collided with the floor if they knew she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Long black leather boots hugged at her knees. She was like some sort of gothic model preparing to walk down the catwalk.
She spotted Damien sitting in the exact same seat he always sat in on the far side of the room. He quickly averted his eyes and attempted to focus his full attention on the ice cubes at the bottom of his glass. Confidence was not his strong point. Julie made a beeline for the bar and instantly drew the attention of the planetoid shaped barman.
‘What can I do for you?’ he smiled a wicked smile. What he was asking and what he actually meant were two vastly different things.
‘A beer and whisky,’ replied Julie.
The bearded barman seemed impressed with her choice of drinks. ‘Anything else…?’ He started to pour the drinks.
‘No, thank you.’ She purposely turned back and glanced sheepishly at Damien. The shy young man was taking a sneak peek at the back of her smooth kissable legs. Again he pretended as if she didn’t exist as soon as their eyes met. The bar man placed the drinks on the bar, Julie quickly paid him off. She could see that he was eager to start some sort of conversation, but fat sweaty men with most of last night’s dinner caught in their beard was simply not here type. If she cared a little more she might have even pointed that out to him. Instead she simply turned away and walked over to Damien’s table.
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