by Emmie Combs
He got out of his car, spotted me, and paused for a moment, taking in the view with a smile. He walked over to me, took me by the arm, and walked me back towards the building, saying, "let's get you back inside, shall we?"
I eagerly followed, hoping that my bold move had the desired effect, and he was taking me inside to ravish me, but I soon realized I was mistaken.
"Do you have no patience, Bailey?" His eyes were still smiling, but his voice was all seriousness once we were back in my apartment.
"Um, but, don't you like it?" I twirled around, my skirt rising up as I did so, giving him another great view of my tight ass.
"Of course, Bailey, you're adorable. I just think you still have a lesson to learn about showing a little discipline. You don't always swing at the first pitch, right? Anything of quality in life is worth waiting for, that's all I'm saying."
"Well, um, yeah, but..."
"Well, then, let's go out, enjoy a nice evening. You should probably change first..."
Strike two?
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I know I've shared this already, but it bears repeating. I was completely out of my element, utterly confused and frustrated. Yet at the same time, I was having the time of my life. I was dating a great guy, enjoying my job and the camaraderie of the company softball team. I just couldn't understand why he hadn't made his move yet. I kept thinking about what he'd said that night, about anything of quality being worth waiting for. I did agree, really I did, I'd just never had to wait for sex before!
I should catch you up on the progress of the softball season. In the midst of all this personal drama, the team had done quite well, and we were in the game for the league title. My teammates made sure I knew that they'd never done this well before, and that they credited me with much of the success, which obviously filled me with some pride, but it was still Jason's approval I was ultimately seeking.
The title game was a neck-and-neck one, each team responding with an equal number of runs after the other team would score. Finally, in the top of the ninth, we'd pulled ahead by two, and it was just up to us to hold the lead through one last inning. Jason struck out a weak hitter to start the inning, one down. He then gave up a hit and a walk, then got the second out with a pop-up. Two outs, two on. With our teammates cheering, we began what we hoped would be a quick last at-bat before we could begin our celebration.
The only thing standing between us and victory was the other team's best hitter. Oh well, victory isn't as sweet when it comes easy, right? After weeks of catching Jason's pitches, I began to remember a little of the feeling of playing in a high-stakes game. My pulse picked up a little, and I became ultra-aware of my surroundings. Strike one. Ball one. Strike two. Jason then motioned for me to visit him on the mound.
I got up out of my crouch and jogged to meet him.
"You've got him, you can strike him out!"
"I didn't call you out here to talk about softball, silly," Jason said with a wink.
"Oh, what then?"
"It's been great throwing to you tonight, watching you totally in the zone. You're much sexier when you're not thinking about your appearance and trying to impress me with skimpy outfits, you know. You've been very patient, and I think you've finally earned the best sex of your life."
"Oh, really," I quipped, "and what makes you think you'd be the best I've ever had?"
"Did that sound as ridiculous to you as it did to me, Bailey?"
I couldn't help but giggle as he called my bluff.
"Now, let's get this guy out. And don't you dare think we can sneak off right after the game. We've got to celebrate with the team first. But don't worry, we'll go back to my place afterwards. Just a little more patience, Bailey."
I'd never felt hot and bothered while wearing all of my catcher's gear before, but in that moment, it was all I could do to concentrate long enough to get back behind the plate and catch the ball Jason threw for the third strike. Our team met up at the pitcher's mound, high fives all around to celebrate, and then we piled into various cars for the short drive to our hangout pub a few blocks from the field. Jason had given me a ride to the game that night, so I rode with him to the pub.
"Unzip my pants," he commanded as soon as we were on the road.
"What, now?"
"Yes."
I did as I was told.
"Now, put it in your mouth. I want you to suck my cock until we get there."
I immediately followed his directions, unbuckling my seat belt and leaning over, both hands working to free his cock from his uniform and boxers, before taking him into my mouth. His soft cock quickly grew hard, and within a few moments I was straining to keep his full length inside my mouth. Knowing that we must be almost to our destination, and trusting he would stop me when we arrived, I began bobbing up and down on him, eager to satisfy. Just moments later, he stopped me.
"Good girl, that's nice work. Now, let's go enjoy the company of our teammates." He quickly zipped up, his erection disappearing as he put on his company boss hat and marched into the pub to congratulate everyone on the victory. Knowing that I would be rewarded for patience, I poured a beer from the pitcher at the nearest table and began mingling, going so far as to ignore Jason while I talked to the other folks there.
About an hour later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Jason behind me. He whispered to me, "It's time, but let's not make it obvious that we're leaving together. Why don't you go first, wait in my car, and I'll be there in a minute."
I nodded that I understood, and after saying a few quick goodbyes, made my way out to the parking lot and let myself into his car. My mind racing with the thoughts of his big hard cock buried deep inside of me, I watched the clock on his dash as about five minutes went by, before he finally came out to join me.
"OK, Bailey, here we go. Are you excited?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Did I mention how sexy it was to watch you behind the plate tonight, waiting to catch each of my pitches, and throw it back to me, getting into a rhythm? I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with you tonight. You're not tired from crouching, are you? Because I was hoping we could put you in that position a little longer."
"Actually, I am, maybe I could just go down on my knees for you?"
"That works for me."
A few minutes later, we arrived at his house, helped each other out of our uniforms, and were soon in his bedroom, naked.
"God, you're gorgeous, Bailey."
His hands moved all over my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, briefly cupping my pussy, before he asked whether I was ready to get on my knees and continue what I'd started in the car a few hours earlier.
"Absolutely, Jason," I smiled, going down to my knees and pulling his entire cock into my mouth with one smooth stroke. I cupped his balls in my left hand, rolling them between my fingers, tickling them, as my right hand grasped his shaft firmly and worked together with my mouth to establish a regular rhythm. As I worked, Jason gathered my long hair in his fingers, grasping it into a tight ponytail, and used it to control my motions on his hard cock. He then began encouraging me with his words.
"That's it, Bailey, stroke it, long smooth strokes. I've watched you every time you've come up to the plate, bat in hand. Do you realize how naughty it looks, your routine with your bat? You hold it up with your right hand, stroke it up and down with your left, before every swing. Every time I watch you I imagine what it would feel like to have those hands around my cock."
Even just a few minutes in, it was clear to me that Jason's stamina was impressive compared with guys I'd been with in the past. I'd actually prided myself on being able to get a guy off in just a few minutes, but it was obvious that Jason knew how to last, how to enjoy the build-up to his climax that much more. Just as my jaw began to tire, after sucking him off for several minutes more, he let me up for air.
"Let me help you up, Bailey, your knees must be tired. I think you've earned a turn at a little pleasure."
He encouraged me to lie down on the bed, and spread my legs wide apart, before kneeling on the floor next to me. He slowly explored my inner thighs with his tongue, with long, wet strokes, before finally reaching my pussy lips, spreading them apart with his big, strong fingers, and beginning to lick me, my juices already flowing. I moaned and arched my back in pleasure with his first touch to my clit, and then cried out in delight as he plunged one finger deep into my pussy.
His touch was expert, nothing like the guys I'd been with in the past who had blindly rubbed away on me, just hoping to make me wet enough to fuck. Jason actually knew how to bring a woman pleasure. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the touch of his tongue and fingers, so it wasn't until I felt his movement that I realized he was shifting positions. He kept one finger active inside of me as he climbed up onto the bed, straddled me in a 69 position, and thrust his cock in my mouth as his tongue once again found my clit. As I continued to writhe in pleasure beneath him, I focused all the attention I could on him, pulling his balls into my mouth and sucking them, one by one, as my hands were busy stroking his shaft.
I once again pulled his cock into my mouth, sucking in as much length as I could and holding it there, as he sucked my clit into his mouth and massaged the entrance to my pussy with two fingers. After just a few moments more of this extreme pleasure, I came, a powerful orgasm wracking my body as I moaned around his big cock, still buried in my mouth. He kept up his calm rhythm as I rode out this pleasure, before finally pulling his weight up and off of me, sitting down next to me on the bed and watching as I fondled my own breasts, enjoying every moment of the ecstasy he'd brought me.
When I finally came back to reality, I saw that Jason had been stroking himself as he watched me, and was once again rock-hard and ready for action. "That was incredible, Jason. Best orgasm I've ever had. You were right, patience has its rewards."
"You sound like you think we're done..."
"Oh, no, I can see you're ready for more."
I smiled and sat up, crawling over to him and straddling his legs as he let his head and shoulders fall back against the pillows. I rubbed his rock-hard cock against my pussy lips, moistening it with my juices, before finally positioning myself over him and lowering, slowly, until I had him fully inside. I remained there for several moments, just rotating my hips slightly, enjoying the fullness, and then finally began moving up and down just a few inches with each stroke.
He reached up and grabbed my breasts as I rode him, kneading and pinching my nipples. After several minutes in this position, he spun me around into a reverse cowgirl, grabbing my hips to encourage my motions as I continued to bounce up and down, the strokes deeper and faster now. I cried out with pleasure at the sensations of this new position, encouraging him with every stroke with louder and louder moans of pleasure.
After riding him for what seemed like hours, Jason pushed me up and off his cock, and we both climbed off the bed. He took me by the hand, led me to the foot of the bed, spun me around and embraced me from behind, whispering in my ear, "put your hands against the bed frame and spread your legs, I want to fuck you from behind until we both cum."
I eagerly did as I was told, and just a moment later was ready for him to plow into me from behind. He didn't keep me waiting, and I screamed out in delight at this new level of penetration. He grabbed my hips and pushed in and out of me forcefully and with a relentless rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last long before cumming again, and from the sound of his breathing from behind me, neither would Jason. I decided to encourage him on, looking back over my shoulder at him with sultry eyes and talking dirty.
"Come on, Jason, fuck me, harder! That's it, just like that, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!"
He was pounding me furiously now, and after a few moments more I succumbed to the ultimate pleasure. It was all I could do to stay on my feet, clutching the bed frame with my hands, as he continued to thrust in and out, moaning with pleasure as my pussy pulsed around his cock. Finally, just as my own orgasm was subsiding, he pulled out of me and cried out as he shot a huge load of cum all over my back.
"So, Bailey, how was that for you?"
"I think we knocked one out of the park."
"Agreed. Let's hit the showers."
The End.
Bad Girls Don't Get What They Want
My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass.
I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee between them, spreading my legs apart. Your breath is warm against my neck.
"You're so wet," you whisper, sliding your fingers down over my ass and pressing first one, then two into me. I moan as your thumb flicks over my clit, pressing back against you. You let go of my hair and I push myself up on to my elbows and breathe deeply.
"I want you to fuck me," I say, gasping slightly as you twist your fingers. You laugh quietly and add a third finger. Your fingers are fucking me deeper and deeper, your thumb strumming my clit like it's a fine-tuned instrument. I'm twisting my hips, panting and desperately wanting more.
"Oh, I know."
I move to slide my own hand down between my legs, and you tsk, grabbing my wrist in your free hand and pressing it to the bed above my head.
"No no. Patience is a virtue."
I groan.
"Fuck patience. Better yet - fuck me!" I roll my hips and grind back into you, hoping to entice you into doing exactly that. You laugh, and I yelp as your hand slaps against my ass several times in rapid succession, a quick sting that subsides to a dull throb. Your thumb slides over my clit again, and I clench around your fingers - the pleasure of you touching me versus the stinging pain of the slap on my ass brings me that much closer to cumming.
You pull your fingers away from me, leaving me aching and empty, and slide them into my mouth for me to suck clean. Your voice is low, rough with desire as my tongue curls and licks at your fingers.
"I bet you love the taste of yourself on my cock ... I bet you wish that's what you were sucking right now, isn't it?"
You pull your fingers out of my mouth slowly and pull away from me, at the same time pushing me slightly and indicating you want me to lie on my back in front of you. I roll over, and watch you from under my lashes as you strip down to nothing. You give me a half-smile half-smirk as you come and kneel over me, nipping lightly at my jaw before kissing me.
You take control, thrusting your tongue between my lips, tangling your hands in my hair. I arch up against you, into the kiss, clinging to you. My nails dig into your shoulders, my tongue dueling with yours as you deepen the kiss. All I can think of is how badly I want your cock in me, and I moan into your mouth, so hot and wet. I curl a leg up around your waist, rubbing wantonly against you.
You're breathing raggedly when you pull away from me, and I admire your erection, sliding my hand down your chest to wrap around your cock. You let me play for a moment, watch me from hooded eyes as I jerk my hand slowly up and down your shaft with a corkscrew motion. Then you take my wrist, and pin it above my head, pausing a moment to pinch my nipples with your free hand.
"Stay," you say, letting go of my hand. Obediently, I stay still and you move my other hand so that I have my arms stretched out above my head. You slip off of the bed, and rummage in your bag, your back to me. My hips move restlessly as I wait. When you turn back to me, you're holding a braid of rope in each hand. I can feel myself pale, but remain pliant as you settle back onto the bed, tying my wrists together slowly -- giving me the chance to protest, to say no.
I don't.
You secure the remaining rope to the headboard, and then move down my body. You pause, licking and biting my nipples, kissing your way down my belly, then the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, my knees, the arch of each foot. You tie each ankle, spreading my legs as far a
part as they'll go, and then sit back on your heels between my legs. A slow smile of satisfaction spreads across your lips.
"Tell me what you want," you say, stretching out over me, holding yourself inches above me. I can feel the heat of your body, your knees pressing against the inside of my thighs, and my nipples tighten to hard little points, almost painful.
"I -- " My voice falters, and I blush, lowering my lashes in embarrassment. I hate when you put me on the spot like this, but at the same time ... I can feel the wetness between my legs, the heat uncurling low in my stomach, the prickling of my skin, the heightened awareness of everything around me. I shift beneath you, my hips lifting almost of their own accord. You lean down, forehead to forehead with me, your lips against mine.
"Tell me ... "
My tongue darts out to lick at your lips, tracing the outline of your smile.
"I want you to fuck me," I say breathlessly. "Now."
"What else?"
I groan raggedly and close my eyes. My voice is soft, hesitant, as I begin the torture of convincing you to fuck me.
"Bastard... fuck me! I want your cock hard and fast inside of me, I want you to make me your dirty little whore ... I want you to make me cum all over you, til I'm begging you to stop. I want you to fuck my mouth, make me choke and gag on your thick cock ... I want to taste myself on you ... I want your cum, hot, sticky, all over me ..."
Your hands are kneading the pale flesh of my breasts, twisting my nipples.
"What else?" Your voice is low and throaty, and I smile, knowing I have you.
"Tell me what a bad girl I've been," I say. "Teach me a lesson. Spank my ass til it's red, and then pin me down under you and fuck me. Show me what happens to little sluts who tease..."
With one thrust, you're all the way inside of me, filling me. Your cock stretches my cunt with the sudden invasion, and even though I'm wet and ready for you, there's the slight burn of brief pain. You pull out a little, enjoying my helpless moans, and then slam deep inside of me again.
"Fucking slut," you growl, biting my neck and pulling my hair. I revel in the feeling of your hard, swollen cock moving against my slick walls, skin against skin, in the helplessness of being tied beneath you, barely able to move.
