by Vivien Vale
After all, a problem shared is a problem solved.
Rose
I slam the door to my apartment shut and pull Daniel against me. It’s as if I’m possessed. I need to feel him, his naked skin, and his massive member. I’m cock-hungry.
I’ve never been forward like this, but something happened tonight while we were having dinner with his family.
Okay, maybe nothing happened, but right now, I need to feel his mouth on mine, his cock in my pussy, and our naked hot bodies entwined.
To my utter relief, he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he crushes his lips against mine.
I moan, my fingers already fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
His hands have gotten rid of my top already and are now pushing my skirt down. Thank goodness I live alone.
If someone else lived here, I couldn’t have this freedom of ripping a man’s clothes off by my door. Imagine a roommate walking in on us naked. I cringe inwardly at the thought.
Finally, I’ve managed to undo his jeans as well, and my fingers fumble for his massive cock, hard and straining for my touch.
When I feel it, my heart beat increases a little. Joy seeps through my bones. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost as if I’ve developed an addiction for his cock.
I need to feel it, to squeeze and knead it with my fingers.
He helps me push down his pants, and we stumble in the dark into my living room. Luckily, my apartment is the size of a can of sardines so there’s not much margin for error.
If we were in his penthouse right now, we could end up anywhere. With a crash, we land on my old over-used couch. He ends up beneath me.
“Did you eat oysters or something?” Daniel chuckles, and I giggle.
“And what if I did?”
“You should have shared,” he complains, resting his hands on my ass.
I push my pussy toward his pulsing cock.
“In my defense, I didn’t know you like oysters,” I counter.
My pussy is throbbing, and I’m getting ready to push into him when Daniel changes our positions.
Actually, he pushes me off the couch so I land on the floor.
“Sorry, love,” he apologizes. “I thought there was more room.”
I giggle like a silly teenager.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say I had too much champagne tonight, but I only had the one glass. Then why am I acting so strange? It’s not like me at all to take the lead when it comes to sex.
Must be his charm and open manner.
I struggle to get to my hands and knees. I see him crawl to his pants. What is he doing?
I decide to follow him anyway.
If someone were to see us, we’d certainly look strange. Two adults crawling like babies on the floor.
“Are you practicing your crawling skills already?” I joke and watch him turn to face me again.
“Maybe,” Daniel replies, and I think he’s grinning. “Race you back to the couch. Winner gets to decide how to fuck first.”
Man, oh man. A challenge, a race. You’re on, buddy.
I start, but misjudge my movement and tumble over my own hands. I dive headfirst onto the ground.
Ouch.
I think I might have a bit of carpet burn on my chin. I see Daniel getting ahead.
I feel like the snail in that kids’ movie, what was his name again? Derby, Ferby? No.
Turbo! That’s it.
With renewed vigor, I get back on all fours and make a last-ditch effort to beat Daniel to the couch.
“I win,” shouts my man, lifting his hands in a victory salute.
I collapse with laughter on the floor. His hands reach for me and gently pull me toward him.
“You cheated,” I say, huffing. “And you know what? Any gentleman would let the lady win.”
His hands are now all over me.
“Good thing I’m no gentleman then, isn’t it?”
His lips join his hands. There’s an urgency there I haven’t felt before. First, he assaults my left tit and then my right. A hand rests on my hips and another plays with my clit.
The cocktail of sensations sends electric shock waves through me. Wow.
I arch my pelvis to meet him and try to stroke that cock of his with my fingers. To my utter disappointment, he’s out of reach.
After a while, Daniel straddles me. He sits on my lower half and leaves his hands on my breasts.
Like a skilled artist, he rolls my nipples between his fingers before pulling and pinching them with intensity. The motion sends thrills of pleasure shooting through me.
And yet, all I can think of is having his cock inside of me.
With all the attention he’s giving me, it feels as if my body is melting onto the floor.
“Please, Daniel,” I whisper. “Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”
He leans down and kisses me. “Really?”
His lips crush mine, and I push my tongue deep into him. At the same time, I move my pelvis beneath him.
This is fucking amazing. I feel alive, and I want to take control. I can’t explain it, but ever since dinner, I’ve been dying to get my hands all over him.
Perhaps, listening to all those stories about him made me horny. And fuck, I’m horny.
I’m so wet and ready I think I might explode. If he doesn’t enter me soon—like right fucking now—I swear I won’t be responsible for my actions.
I’m not quite sure what I’ll do, but I’ll do something. I suppose I could always threaten him, beg him, or just push him off me so I can get on top of him. Easier said than done, of course.
For the last few minutes, I’ve been writhing beneath his weight, trying to move so his cock will enter my pussy—all to no avail.
Why is he torturing me like this? Doesn’t he want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck him?
My thoughts go all over the place, but I rein them in. No point going overboard with overanalyzing each and every one of his movements.
And then, I feel him lift off me a little so that he could finally thrust into my waiting pussy.
Yessssss.
I can see stars in front of my eyes, and fireworks explode in my head. But if I was hoping for a hard and fast fuck, I’m mistaken.
Daniel has entered me, and now he’s just staying where he is, deep inside of my pussy.
“I read somewhere that a true union of man and woman is when the man’s cock enters the woman’s pussy and then just stays there.”
“Are you being serious right now?” The light isn’t bright enough for me to see his facial expression properly so I can’t work out if he’s fucking with me or not.
I feel his warm breath against my neck as his lips brush against my burning skin.
Flames engulf me, heat spreading through me. I feel my own hips push upward against Daniel as his cock continues to swell inside of me.
“It’s true,” he whispers and continues with the butterfly kisses.
“And you’ve tried this?” I ask, not sure what to make of this.
I want him to fuck me. I want him to pummel into me like there’s no tomorrow. Yet he seems content just to be inside me.
“Of course not. I haven’t tried it before.”
“Sounds kind of…” I try and think of the right words. “Sounds like the kind of sex you have after you’ve had a good fuck,” I finish eventually.
“Okay, you win.”
And without another word, Daniel starts to fuck me. At first he’s nice and slow, taking his time. But it doesn’t take long for him to increase his speed and rhythm.
I dig my fingers into his back and meet him with each thrust.
Finally, he’s fucking me the way I’ve wanted to be fucked since we came inside.
I feel like I’m floating on clouds, weightless.
His hands are back on my tits, and I love the sound his balls make as they slap against my naked flesh just below my pussy.
A flicker deep inside me grows, and I can feel my muscl
es contracting. At the same time, Daniel is starting to shiver.
I think he’s getting ready to unleash a huge load into his condom.
The walls of my pussy grab his cock with each thrust, massaging it, milking and squeezing. As he’s building to his orgasm, his already massive cock swells and expands even more inside me.
My pussy tingles, and I know there’s no stopping now.
I erupt, like a volcano filled. There’s no way I can put a coherent thought together now. All I can do is revel in the exquisite sensation of pleasure, lust, and desire.
Daniel comes at the same time, and I feel him pulsing inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us both as we come together. He stays in me, even when his orgasm is finished.
“I fucking swear, Rose,” he says into my ear, “we must try that other way one day as well.”
I nod, my fingers drawing circles on his back. I don’t care what we do, as long as it involves his cock inside of my pussy.
Daniel
This girl is full of pleasant surprises. The drive home had seemed extra long because of my navel-gazing. The longer I pondered the problems we had, the more convinced I had become she was no longer interested in our original agreement.
Of course, I have no idea why she’s still hanging in there, if that’s the case.
A gold digger she’s not, I know that much.
And then just as I’m getting ready for the huge fucking rejection, she invites me to the stay the night at her place.
The fuck we just had was unbelievable.
What can I say? I know one thing for sure, my choice to have her as mother for my heir has been fucking prefect.
I’ve never met another chick like her. She’s full of surprises, and I just love being with her.
Of course, as I pull out of her, I can see her eyes magically drawn to my latex covered dick. Like bees to honey, her eyes are on the condom.
I sigh and attend to discarding it.
“Let me see,” I say when I return to her and kneel in front of her. “I’m sure there’s a little matter I need to attend to here.”
My hands are rubbing along her thigh, with my thumbs caressing the inside of them.
Rose says nothing.
Slowly, I massage those legs.
“I guess you deserve a little reward for being a super well-behaved girlfriend tonight.”
I watch her expression. She’s smiling, but not taking issue with the girlfriend comment.
Good.
“I didn’t disgrace you then? Or dishonor the family name?” she asks.
I laugh out loud.
“Hardly.” I lean forward to plant a little kiss on her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. Her juices are flowing, and I know just how to treat her.
It takes no effort at all to spread her legs further apart. In fact, I pull her into a lying position and drape her legs over my shoulders.
Her ass is on the edge of the couch, and her pussy in the perfect position for me to tongue-fuck her.
“I like your mom,” Rose replies, and I stop any further conversation about my fucking mother by burying my face in her pubic hair. My tongue finds her clit and the opening of her fucking wet pussy.
She gasps when I flick my tongue across her weak spot. Her ass lifts off the couch a little, and I use this opportunity to grab onto those fleshy ass cheeks.
“Oh, Daaaaannniiiiiieeeel,” she squeals and thrusts her pelvis upward to meet my probing tongue.
Instead of pushing deep into her, I explore the outer perimeter, taking extra care not to miss anything.
A combination of moans, groans and yelps escape her lips. Most of what she says is undistinguishable.
But, judging from what I can understand and her very wet pussy, I think I’m on the right path to give back for what she put in tonight.
It’s never easy to meet the parents of your new partner. Of course, we’re not dating or anything, but the future in-laws don’t know this, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for Rose.
I myself was very apprehensive when I met her family. What’s more, I met most of her family at a gathering.
Rose only had to meet Mom and Ruben, which might make it worse. I’m not sure which way is better.
Small and intimate, which means of course you are examined by two people through a magnifying glass, each and every action and reaction examined in fine detail and later discussed ad nauseam?
Or meeting the entire clan during a family gathering, where chances are you’re just one of many and so no one will pay you much attention?
Perhaps I should have made it easy for Rose and introduced her to them at a family function. Unfortunately, none come to mind.
Anyway, no point overthinking the matter. What’s done is done.
As Rose’s pussy starts to tighten, I go deeper into her. She’s so wet now, some of her juices are dripping down my chin.
I change position with my hands. Reluctantly, I pull them off her ass and move them toward her pussy.
Here, I use my thumbs to push against her clit. It’s only a little bit of pressure, but the desired effect is achieved. I can feel her quiver underneath my touch.
Like an arrow about to be nocked into a bow, her body is tense as I continue to assault her pussy with my tongue and fingers.
“Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” she yelps, and I hope she’s not ready to come already.
I want her to enjoy this, draw it out as long as possible.
To see how she’s faring, I pull my face out of her and catch her eye. She’s lost in some place in another galaxy far, far, away.
My tongue can still taste the saltiness of her pussy. She’s fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of her.
With renewed vigor, I go back to pushing my tongue into that pussy of hers as far as it will go. My mouth now covers her mound, and I start to suck on it.
Rose is thrusting her hip up toward me and is bucking with each inward thrust.
I guess if she’s going to come, nothing I can do about it.
I focus on my rhythm and speed. In and out my tongue darts, and I can feel my own cock throb and pulse and beg to be part of the action.
As I’m sucking and licking, I can feel Rose tense beneath me before exploding in a fountain of pleasure.
The walls of her pussy try to grab my tongue and squeeze it. But I pull out before they can.
When Rose’s body finally stops convulsing I pull out my tongue and look at her.
“Now,” I ask, “how’re you feeling?
Rose shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”
“Okay, I guess?” I try and sound calmer than I feel. “What kind of an answer is that? Okay?”
The football match can be okay, or the weather, as can the snowfall and the amount of rain we’ve had―but it seems a strange way to describe how you’re feeling after such an intense personal experience.
Is she alright? I peer at her and her push a stray hair behind her ears.
Maybe something is bothering her? Was it the fact we’ve not had any further discussion about our arrangement, or something else? She could of course be concerned about the condom problem, or her work?
Let’s face it, at any given point in time, several things can be on our mind. We human beings are complex things.
I doubt many of us can ever just be in the moment. And no doubt Rose right now is thinking about multiple things.
Guilt seeps through me. Okay, so I should be raising the subject of our joint project, but I doubt now is the right time.
With a sigh, I accept there may never be the right time. Something will always be in the way or just happened to make it awkward to discuss a topic as deep and serious as having a baby together.
“What can I do to make you feel on top of the world?” I change my tactic.
This way she’ll have to tell me what’s troubling her. Reverse psychology. Instead of asking what’s wrong, I’m asking what I can do to improve things.
“I’d really like something to drink,” replie
s Rose and stands up.
I’m taken by surprise. I had not expected this or seen it coming.
“You want something?” she calls over her shoulder, and I follow her every movement as she moves naked through her apartment.
Moonbeams come in through the gaps in the curtains and throw a magical light over Rose. As I’m staring at her, I can almost believe she’s a fairy. Now, that would make life a little more interesting, wouldn’t it?
Mom, meet my fairy girlfriend.
Inwardly, I chuckle at my own joke.
“Sure,” I call back. “What’re you having?”
“I’ve got a rose in the fridge I thought might go nicely with some chocolate. Food and drink for the soul,” explains Rose as she returns with both those things.
She invites me to pour the light pink liquid, and I watch her break the chocolate into smaller pieces.
Chocolate.
I take a piece and rub it over her nipples.
She shrieks. “It’s sticky,” she announces, and I bend forward to lick it off. Then I pick up my wine glass and propose a toast.
“To Rose and chocolate,” I raise my glass.
She giggles but copies me. We utter the same words at the same time.
After I swallow my sip, I turn to Rose.
“Not a bad drop. Now where were we?”
I lean into her to kiss her, bringing her into submission, and she melts into me, offering no resistance.
Rose
I feel as if I’m drowning, and only Daniel’s lips are able to save me. All of me clings to him, and almost of its own volition, my body presses into his, seeking out his nakedness.
When or where I’ve had this significant change in personality, I don’t know.
What I do know is a few weeks ago, before Daniel fucked me, I was nothing like this.
If I believed in fairytales, I’d say some witch has cast a spell over me and turned me into a sex-crazed being.
I guess I should be happy about this development, being turned into a sex addict. I mean, it could be worse; she could have turned me into a frog, a donkey, or―horror of horrors―a fly. Witches usually do that sort of stuff. They turn you into something ugly, tiny, or useless.
Just think about being turned into a fly. There’s nothing more annoying, other than maybe a mosquito, than a fly which seems to have no purpose on earth whatsoever.
