She knew it was his turn now. She knew he’d torture her.
—Your cock is just just- Oh. You. I can feel- It’s- god. Ohhhhhhh. I’m coming. Feel me. Fuck me. Come. Come. Give it. Don’t hold back.
He pounded into her. It was all she could do to hang on as he collapsed on top and in her ass.
—You’re amazing. Can you keep going at me? Yes? Then do it.
Dania came. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t move. She collapsed on the mattress like a rag doll, filled with cock and come and covered in sweat.
Finally, she caught her breath. They both did.
—You are wonderful. So wonderful. I need to know your name.
—It’s Diego.
She tensed.
—What? What did you say?
—Diego.
Dania came almost immediately by the time he said his name the second time. She rolled over, just in time, spread her legs, and took Diego deep. She came hard as she felt the man spray her insides.
—I’m pregnant.
She wrapped her legs over Diego’s back and came again, open, wide, receiving, taking, encouraging. She came one more time before she collapsed completely.
DIEGO SAT UP IN BED.
—What did you say? You’re pregnant? You can’t be. Those other men-
—No. It’s you. I’m pregnant by you.
She knew it didn’t matter. She’d throw the man out if that’s what he wanted.
—You can leave. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be fine.
Diego hesitated.
—How can you tell?
—I’m a woman. I’m your Dania. I know. So do you. Don’t ask me how I know. Only you know how you know. Don’t deny it.
Diego was overwhelmed. There was something in the back of his head, he knew now.
—Perhaps. A dream. I dreamed. Did you have the same one?
Dania nodded her head.
—I seduced you on a boat. Remember? In your cabin.
—In the dream. Yes. Was it truly you?
* * *
DIEGO PULLED AWAY FROM DANIA.
—Perhaps. I will need to digest this. Tell me part of your dream, and I’ll tell you part of mine.
—The hill. Do you remember helping me up the hill?
—I carried you into my house. You were sore after you seduced me.
—I seduced you?
—Well, you did undress for me, didn't you?
—That I did. What did you do?
—After you helped me undress, you permitted me to have you.
—Yes. And you were strong for me, weren’t you?
Diego shook his head.
—Do you suppose-
—I don’t know. I only know my dream.
—And I, mine, also. Now what?
—It’s up to you, Diego. I only know that I’m going to have our baby. You can do what you want. I won’t hold you to anything. It’s not for me to decide.
Dania climbed out of bed. She gathered Diego’s clothes and handed them to him.
—You want me to leave?
—No. I want you to stay.
He threw his clothes on the floor.
—Then I’ll stay. I want to stay. With you.
He patted the bed beside him.
—Come back to bed with me.
—It was I who did that for you.
—I know. I wanted to know if you would tell me.
Dania climbed in beside Diego and curled up. They drifted off to sleep together, happy that they had finally found each other.
Dania woke with a start. Immediately, she felt around in the dark. Her bed was empty. There was no one beside her. Just to be sure, she reached between her legs. A quick check turned into long and languid strokes as she remembered her dream of only moments ago.
She came quickly as she remembered how fevered both she and the man in her dream had been when they made love. Still not satisfied, she came again. And again.
There was no sense. She couldn’t bring him back to life, no matter how hard she tried. Even a lucid dream wouldn’t be able to do it for her.
She withdrew her hand and inhaled the strong scent of her womanhood. She was still wet and swollen. If she had a man in her room, she had no doubt that she’d be begging him to fuck her right this instant.
Her hand found its way between her legs. She manipulated herself into a final solitary orgasm and, seemingly refreshed, bounced out of bed and into the shower.
Through the running water she wasn’t certain of the knock on the door. She slipped her way on the floor, looked, and called out.
—Hang on. I’ll be right with you.
She returned in a housecoat. Her hair was soggy wet. She hadn’t even thought of covering it with a towel.
—Yes?
He was handsome. Older by a bit, but not that much. Tall, too. She liked that.
—I’m Diego.
Immediately her senses went on full alert.
—Tell me your name again?
—Diego. I live just down the hall.
She looked him up and down. He blushed as she stared intently into his blue eyes.
—I’ve never seen you before.
—I just moved in.
—Ah. Of course. Come in. I’ll be right back.
Ten minutes later, Diego stood up from the chair as she entered her living room and sat. She patted the sofa beside her.
—Come sit by me.
—Now then, what was it that you wanted?
Her hand moved to his thigh. She sensed immediately that it wasn’t making him uncomfortable. She also sensed that she wanted this man in her bed - right this instant.
—Come with me.
Dania led the man down the hallway to her bedroom.
—Get those clothes off. I want to see you.
She hurried to help him disrobe. As soon as he dropped his pants, she went to her knees to take him in her mouth. She sucked, noisy and greedy, filling her mouth with cock. In minutes, she had him filling her mouth as fast as he could with warm come.
She swallowed, opened her blouse, and let the surplus drip to her chin and finally to her breasts.
—Look at me. See what you’ve done?
—You’re the one that did it. I just let you suck it out of me.
—Help me get my clothes off. I want you in me.
She couldn’t wait. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs, pulled her panties aside and begged him.
—Get it in. Hurry. Hurry.
Diego obliged her. He crawled between her legs, felt them wrap around his back, and came in that same instant.
—You just made me pregnant.
—I know. The dream-
—I had the same one. How did you know-
—I saw you in the hallway yesterday. I wracked my brain trying to figure out where I’d seen you before. Then, last night, I had the dream again.
Dania shifted and sat up.
—I did too. Last night. Put a pillow under my hips. I don’t want any of you leaking out of me.
—You seduced me.
—We seduced each other.
—I want you to come in me again. I want to be certain.
She kept her knees up, spread wide, and let him crawl onto the pillow and enter her that way. She felt him shoot into her. She didn’t care any more. All she wanted was his come.
She reached for him, milked the conformable length until he softened in her, and allowed him to fall out against her ass.
—Would you like to see my place?
—Yes. I would.
Diego pulled on his pants, lifted the naked Dania into his arms, and carried her that way down the hall and into his apartment.
—When we’re certain, we’ll get married.
—Yes.
She fell asleep in his bed. When she woke, Diego was still beside her. She reached between his legs to check, and then between hers.
It had been no dream. She had his sticky remains all over her bottom half. She’
d have to change that. She thought she’d like to have him all over her breasts, too.
Somehow, she knew there’d be plenty of time for that.
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Be Mine, Valentine
Valentine’s Day almost turns into a bust for Dania when her partner calls to tell her he will be unable to get home in time to celebrate the day with her. Her frown turns upside-down when she answerers a knock on her door and is confronted with a stranger bearing flowers.
DANIA WANTED Valentine’s Day to be the best ever. She’d come home from work early on Friday to prepare. Diego, her boyfriend, would be back by noon on Saturday. She hoped by the time he opened the door that the surprise would be complete.
It was late when she returned from shopping for new underwear. She phoned for takeout, forgot all about it, and ran a bath. She dried, stopped to admire her body in the bedroom mirror, and made a half-hearted attempt to choose an outfit for tomorrow.
Happy with what she picked, she stretched out on the sofa, pulled the duvet up, and dozed. She began to dream out her frustration at the fact that her boyfriend wouldn’t be home until mid-day tomorrow to celebrate with her.
The knock on the door confused her. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Absent mindedly, she rushed to open the door, thinking that her Diego might be on the other side.
—Oh. I’m sorry. I forgot I ordered. Come in.
In a hurry to locate her purse, she wandered the apartment. Then, remembering her state of undress, she threw a nightie over her sheer bra and panties.
—I can’t find my purse. Hang on a minute.
Frantic now, and still not completely covered up, she went back to the hall closet. She bent, clawed through her shoes and boots, and finally came up with the cash.
Before she straightened, she caught a glimpse of the pizza boy’s eyes riveted to her fine ass. In spite, she stayed that way and pretended to keep looking. By the time she straightened, she was light-headed.
She stumbled to the door and hung on to him for support. Her other hand moved to his crotch.
—I saw you watching me. You’re a bad boy. Are you in college?
She almost forgot to ask once she had her hand on him. She worked the zipper and reached in.
—What was that?
—Yeah. I'm taking carpentry in tech school.
His underwear was interfering with her hand. She was having a hard time getting a grip on his wood. Finally, she had enough.
—Put the goddamned pizza down and help a girl out, would you?
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His cock started to pulse in her hand.
—Are you going to come? It’s all right.
She stroked as best she could in the confined area. Finally, she had his underwear down to his knees. What she had in her hand filled it.
She bent over, parted her lips, licked the tip, and the squirting started. The first squirt got past her and splattered against the wall. By the second, she was on him. She didn’t suck. She let him pour into her until she felt the spurting come to a halt.
—Do you have any more?
She reached behind to unfasten her bra. She hesitated before removing it completely to expose her breasts.
She stepped back to let him see what was beneath the sheer bra. She slipped her hands beneath the material and massaged. Her nipples went erect. She pulled her hands away.
—You can have them if you want them. Come with me.
She led him to the sofa and pushed him down. She went on her knees, pushed a breast against his cock, and rubbed his thigh with the other.
—You’re hard again. You do have more, don’t you?
She stood up, bent over his cock with her mouth, sucked him past her lips, pushed her panties down, and stepped out of them.
—There. There’s nothing in the way now. Shall I climb on, or do you want to be on top?
—I want to see you.
She couldn’t help grinning.
—In that case, I’ll straddle your cock and you can watch.
Dania slipped up and down as slow as she could. She wanted to torture him. The only trouble with that was that she was as excited by the boy as she had ever been. Her insides began to make noises as the cock slipped back and forth in her enormous wetness.
She collapsed, her hips began to roll, and the cock began to shoot into her.
—Look. The mess you made of me.
She lifted herself up to let him see. Come dripped out of her, soaking his stomach as she slid up onto it.
Dania woke in a cold sweat. Her dream had been so realistic that she had to feel between her legs to check for what she knew had to be there.
She sighed with relief and sat on the edge of the bed. It was too early for sleep. She roamed the apartment restlessly, trying to hurry time into tomorrow and Diego’s arrival.
She almost ignored the ringing phone. It was Diego, letting her know that he wouldn’t return until late Sunday. She tried to let the disappointment not show in her voice.
She left the dishes and the cutlery on the table. The meal she had planned so meticulously had just gone out the window. She instead called for a pizza.
The delivery kid wasn’t so bad looking. He was tall and blond with dark brown, puppy-dog eyes that looked at her wistfully.
—You don’t look so happy to be here either, do you? Did you have plans for the weekend too?
He looked at her, not sure if he should unload his troubles or not.
—My girlfriend dumped me last week. I was supposed to go out with my friends tonight.
—I think I feel just like you do. Why don’t you call in sick and come back later? I think we should have a pity party. I’ve got plenty of wine if you like that.
She tipped him and watched him walk the length of the hallway. He turned and waved at the staircase. She waved back, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
She washed down a slice with a glass of wine. For good measure, she poured herself another glass. She turned down the lights, stretched out on the sofa, and sipped her way to the bottom of the second glass.
She was on the edge of sleepily dozing off when she heard the soft knock on the door.
* * *
DANIA KNEW IT couldn’t be Diego. He wouldn’t be arriving until Sunday night. She straightened her shirt, pulled at the waist of her comfortable old sweat pants, and answered the door.
—Well hello. What a nice surprise. I see you took my advice.
—I did. Yes.
—And here you are. I’m so glad you thought of me. And you got all dressed up, too. A perfect gentleman.
The hand he’d been holding behind his back appeared with a small red rose.
—And you thought to bring me a flower. What a perfect man.
She grabbed his hand, pulled him close, and kissed him on the cheek.
—I’m thinking your girlfriend will be sorry she deserted you. Come in and sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?
She headed into the kitchen to pour another glass.
—I’m a mess. Can I have some time to change for-
She almost said, For you. She caught herself.
—You don’t need to do that. You look fine just the way you are.
He blushed. She thought it so sweet.
—In that case, I’ll look even better for you in a couple of minutes. I’ll be right back.
She hadn’t meant to do it. She left the bedroom door wide open. It was an honest mistake on her part. At least, that’s what she told herself. She stripped down and made plenty of noise pulling open drawers to look for just the right undergarments.
It was almost as though she wanted to seduce the poor boy. Perhaps she did, given how disappointed she was that Diego wouldn’t be returning for another day.
She took her time gathering her wardrobe. She still wanted to look her best. I’m calling it woman’s vanity, she told herself.
She heard him wandering around the living room, looking at things, picking them up and sett
ing them back down.
He walked into her line-of-sight reflection in the dresser mirror in the bedroom and halted. His eyes widened as he took in her reflection. She pretended not to notice.
She arched her back, slipped on her bra, and reached behind to fasten it. She held her panties up in front of her, covering her short, trimmed dark little bush. She was proud of it.
She bent at the waist, stepped into the panties, and pulled them up, wriggling her hips as she did.
By now, she was ignoring the boy looking at her in the mirror. She continued to pretend that he wasn’t there. What the hell, she thought, she might as well let him have a good look. Nothing was going to happen, anyway.
She put on her blouse and buttoned it, glancing at the mirror to check on him. He had moved. She cleared her throat, sat on the bed, and made a show of pulling a stocking slowly up her leg. She uncrossed and pulled up the other, stroking her leg and pretending to straighten it. If she managed to do it any slower, it would be tomorrow.
Out of the corner of her eye, she checked. He had gone back to watching her in the mirror.
She stood, pulled down her skirt, tightened her blouse in the skirt’s waistband, and strode out of the bedroom.
He knew he had been caught out. She looked him in the eye.
—You were watching me.
He couldn’t deny it. His face went a bright red in embarrassment.
—Yes.
—I should have closed the door. You got a real eyeful, didn’t you?
He stammered.
—Yes.
—It was completely my fault. Don’t worry about it. Now come and sit on the sofa with me.
She leaned back against the arm and brought her knees up. She adjusted her skirt so he wouldn’t be staring at her crotch.
—Disappointed?
—What? No. Yes. Maybe.
Dania shifted her legs to display a little more of them to the boy. He squirmed and adjusted his pants to give him room. She couldn’t help noticing the beginning of an erection. Hell, it was more than a beginning.
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