by Amanda Gray
He began jerking himself hard and furiously as the tail of the squirt trickled out me, I didn’t have the power to keep my body’s weight above his face. I fell flat on top of his face. He pumped himself even faster and locked me tighter unto his face, pumping, pumping, pumping himself until he came all over my thighs and belly, splattering his warm cum all over me. Max hands collapsed to his sides on the bed under me. I rolled off his face.
We laid in silence for a few moments and I felt his warm cum still leaking out my stretched pussy. I know the drill get up and leave. I’m his slut that’s all.
I rolled to get out the messy bed. He reached out for me and held onto my wrist. He had a faint twinkle in his eyes and a faint smile. This was unusual, he was usually emotionless in expression or so he always seemed.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Back to the office.”
“No.”
“No what?” I asked
“I don’t want you to go. Why are you always in a rush to leave?”
“But I thought . . . I thought . . .”
My heart made a frog-leap and I was stuttering. Did Max want cuddle time with me. Was this what he had always wanted? A big thick slutty girl?
“Ssshh . . . I have a meeting in Japan tomorrow, will you stay with me for the night? Please.”
“Why, uh . . . of course, but you know, you know you have to call the boss, it’s against company policy to . . .”
“Yeah, about that,” he observed I was a bit confused and intimidated. “Relax, come take a seat,” He patted the bed. I hesitantly strolled back in. “I was talking to your boss about you doing other clients. I want to own you exclusively. I don’t want you to be with another man anymore. Did he communicate this with you?”
Now I really needed to sit. I sat down carefully, my brain was blurry.
“Well no, he had said he wanted a meeting with me tomorrow but no, no he didn’t.”
How much was Max willing to pay for me was a flash thought through my blurry mind. The truth is, I would not accept whatever he proposed. I really did like him and I would love to get to know him, maybe I would love him. For now I just didn’t know what to say. I lay there beside him in his arms for the first time. I knew he could feel my heart racing against his chest. We waited a bit before making our way into the shower together.
Max was hard again.
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Fuck I loved the taste of her juices, I couldn’t have enough.
Jaylien bucked her hips and I felt her walls convulsing. I removed my tongue, slid in two fingers and massaged her inside, concentrating on stimulating her g-spot with my two fingers. She felt that my sweet tongue and warm mouth was lifted off her swollen stiff pleasure zone. Her pleading eyes shot up at me. I ignored her stare and started kissing her stomach above her navel. If she wanted to act grown, she would need to ask me like a grown woman to ease her turmoil, beg me to put her fire out.
Rain came like bullets on the roof and her stare bored me like bullets too. I kissed in the round hollow of her soft navel, pinched her ass, flickered my tongue over her perky tits and circled her areolas with my velvety smooth tongue. My tongue was moist against her. Her eyes rolled back and closed and she mouthed something. I pretended I didn’t hear.
I put my forefinger right at the entrance of her little slit and made tiny circles, and squares and squiggles, this seemed to frustrate her more. She made a throaty moan.
“Mhhmm.” Her eyelids fluttered, then she tightly doubled her lip, pursed it into her mouth and then sexily bit on her underlip.
She reached down with a hand and tried to guide my fingers deep into her dripping honey but I jerked my hand back and asked her what it was. She didn’t answer but I could see the hesitation in her face. She didn’t know how to beg. I looked at her and gruffly asked,
“What do you want?”
“You Sir, I want your cock inside my hole please!”
I couldn’t bare it any more. The thunder clapped and I wondered for a brief moment if the roads could have possibly been as wet as her pussy at this moment.
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Table of Content
DIRTY DESIRES
FINALLY ALONE WITH HER
UP AND HARD
THE STORM WITHIN THE STORM
WETTER THAN A STORM
HEATED
CONFIDENCE
A prim female voice was coming through the television speakers, "A Flash Flood alert is out, please be careful and prepare for the inclement weather. Persons in flood prone areas are been warned to evacuate their premises and find the closest shelter. Keep your phones charged and ensure windows and doors are…” Her voice trailed off.
The woman on the screen went on about the approaching storm and for a moment I was drawn away into the thoughts of re-scheduling my meeting with a commercial architect in Dubai. I had identified a piece of real estate on the outskirts of Nagoya, Japan, a parcel of real estate that was beginning to develop and based off the trends of business there, I know in a few years it will be a fast-paced, lucrative region that extends from Nagoya. I wanted to be in early.
My eyes glanced from the TV screen to Jaylien, she was already eyeing me. She had on tight gym clothes. Well, yoga. She almost always eyeing me sneakily and quickly cutting her stare away from me whenever my eyes met with hers. It kind of let me wonder what the hell is she thinking in that mind of hers. She was my stepsister. She was actually the child of my stepmom, we were not of blood relations but for me she was totally off limits and I was for her too. Well, at least I should be.
Though we hadn’t really grow up together except for the few years that we spent together when I was in High School and she was in Elementary she knew I loved big girls. Especially those thick thighs. Ever since I went away to study business at Harvard we barely saw each other again. Except for times like this when she spends the summer at my Loft in New York so she can hit the malls with her best friend Cody who lives close by.
To be very honest, I wouldn’t have said this to anyone before, not even to her but on my last two visits I had noticed her curves, her hips, her thighs. She must have gone up at least two sizes and her straight forward flirting with me since her nineteenth birthday has grown way obvious now. She always exposed her thighs around me playing on my weakness, gosh, I’m a really just a sucker for big bodied women. I actually can’t imagine myself with a skinny girl. That just isn’t me. Jaylien didn’t have on any panties or so it seemed. I wasn’t seeing a panty-line in her tights. My cock twitched and I tried to hide its growth.
I loved her weight as it is now and she knew her curves wer
e sexy too. She was more confident now about her body. She had a busty bosom, generous hips and shapely legs. No more skin and bone. Enough meat to hold, squeeze grab, bite, suck, lick and torment with my lively tongue.
I have forty-seven businesses in my portfolio of business across eight different category of business. Hundreds of women dribble over me as they skip through magazines, usually with the headliners mentioning that I’m one of the top ten richest bachelors in the country. Ladies at the gym who didn’t even know how rich I was would stare at my sculpted arms, chiselled chest and carved six pack. But here I’m alone with sis, the one girl that should be out of bound was the girl my cock was so hard for. I had to fight my urges. I needed to.
Jaylien though she was thick, she was tight. Unlike me who chose to work out at the Heathen’s Gym, she worked out at our home gym early in the mornings. Then she walks around in her gym gears while morning hardness still plagues me, so I usually avoid that half of the Loft and chill in the man room. But there she is, walking around in those pink spandex tights and little cropped tops, swinging her ass, talking about she needs to start working out more. A V-shape of sweat pasted her top to her firm busty breasts. I try to quiet the stiff tension at the crotch of my pants, but my cock is so big it’s a hell of a task to hide. It twitched up visibly as I noticed for the first time how puckered her upper lip was between her dimpled cheeks when she smiled at me.
"Ty! Where are you?!"
The voice disturbed my train of thoughts and jerked me back to reality. My friend Clinton stood over my shoulder with 2 glasses of beer. I grinned at him sheepishly as I was genuinely happy to see my childhood friend. His smile was open and we clinked beer mugs and touched fists.
Clinton liked to walk into my Loft like he owned the damn place. We spent most of our time in the man room, we usually had our bouts of chatter, a few glasses of beer, watched the game or played dominoes. Our friendship was unbreakable. We were friends since the second grade at Springs Elementary School and we kept it that way through Junior High and Harvard, right down to the day I graduated, which is why he’s here so early.
"What's up man?" He asked.
"Nothing, nothing,” I replied
“What are you thinking so deep about?”
Of course I couldn't say ‘what’ to him.
I smiled and tilted my head toward the sofa across from me inviting him to a seat. I put the cup of hot coffee to my lips and gulped hard.
“Oh fuck!” Bend over and spat out the coffee on the carpet.
The inside of my mouth was scorched. I hung my mouth open for air and Jaylien giggled at me and squeezed on to her breast. I tried to ignore her. I brought my attention to Clinton as he rushed over to me.
“For Christ’s sake, what the hell were you thinking? You could have . . .”
I waved off Clinton with one hand, “Its fine, its fine. I’m okay. Relax.”
I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of Jaylien. It was bad enough that she was already laughing. As brought my head up from my bowing position I looked directly between Jaylien’s leg. My mouth passing only a breeze away from her crotch. I could smell her fresh sweat. I wanted to bite on her inner thighs right there and then. She was to my aid to help me up.
“I’m fine Jay, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal. You can go.”
I was trying to rid her from around me as the round imprint of her beautifully endowed bosom only aroused me even more. I could not let her see that I was stiff and I was trying to hide it from Clinton too.
Clinton and I spent the remainder of the day watching the Green Bay Packers NFL match against Detroit Lions, discussing real estate and stocks and talking about the new secretary he employed. He missed Sandra but he was doing just fine with this one, she was keeping him happy it seemed. Clinton was no saint but he had a beautiful wife and two young children at home. He played around, has always since as far back as I could remember but he was very slick. I wondered when I would have luck like his, maybe never so I banished the thought.
Jaylien kept sauntering into the sitting room back and forth. She threw glances at me and flashed pearly whites at Clinton. I hated that but I had to act normal.
I knew she was smiling at him in innocence, I mean everyone liked Clinton and he was practically like an uncle to her after all. My cock twitched every time she bend to the lowest shelf in the fridge, that right there wasn’t innocence though.
As the clock went round on the big grandfather clock up against the wall, the room blackened. Clinton eventually got up, scratched his beard and said he was leaving because he had to pick up his wife from work and head home before the rain started. I hugged my friend and brother and patted him on the back.
ALONE WITH HER
I sighed when he walked out. Why was I so yearning to have my step-sister? I banked mentally, still thinking about the other meetings I actually would have to ask Loren, my personal assistant, to re-schedule. My thoughts remained on Jaylien though and I wondered what she was doing in her room. I imagined her lying with her legs up on her bubble chair like she loved to with the laptop in front her and earphones in her ears.
I walked to the vintage looking wine bar and poured some Moscato, in hope that this would calm my nerves. I went back to sit and that's when the thunders and the lightening started to strike and clap. I only realized it was thunder when I heard her girly screams. And after the thunders she was still screaming, not girly, erotic, purposeful, teasing. I got so hot and heady but decided I wanted to hear more first. I pulled the curtains and closed the door and as the thunder bolts came, that's how I imagined my hard member bolting in her mouth and tight wet pussy.
I realized I didn't hear her voice anymore and I imagined she had fallen asleep. I popped a DVD of the Jacksonville’s Asset Acquisition seminar I was a guest speaker at to evaluate my delivery. The rain beat down harder against the large glass windows and the DVD did nothing to take my mind off her. Fuck! I wish I was enroute to Japan now rather than to be stuck here with Jaylien knowing that as sexy and tempting as she were we shouldn’t touch. To say I was pretty tempted would be an understatement. She was only a few feet away from me, in the Loft.
Why does she wear these things around my house?
I affirmed my feelings and actions to come with this notion. I wanted her, I wanted her in a red room. I wanted her discreetly in the public, in the club. I wanted her in every possible way. I wanted her in our master bedroom with the bed restraints on. I wanted her at work, would I get into trouble? I don't know besides Marie was away on business in Birmingham. Damn I wanted her in Birmingham too, right by the monuments, in one of those very luxurious hotels. But, could I have her like that? I kept wondering. I knew I couldn’t.
I restrained my urges and drifted off into sleep with the DVD on. I woke up to noises from my DVD. It was the voice of a woman, she didn’t sound as if he was at a seminar. She was moaning. Not only her voice but a man moaning too. Someone must have changed the DVD I had left in. It sounded as if they were having sex, less than a second later I was sure they were having sex, a porn video maybe. Jaylien was the only home with me. I opened my eyes but I couldn't see a thing, it was all dark, totally black and my hands couldn’t move. What was happening here?
UP AND HARD
The wet tongue on my cock was an expert's. I couldn't move my hands to hold her head in place as I wanted to but I still felt as if I were in heaven. I tried to jerk my hands free but I couldn’t. It was like a force was holding me down. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. I stayed in place. I’ve never before experienced anything like this. I was being given a blow job by an expert but I couldn't touch her or open my eyes to see her.
The wet sloppy sound as she slurped was such a turn on. She was doing it very audibly and I could tell when she spat on the head of my cock and when she did that deepthroat, it was heavenly. I tried to moan but couldn't.
My whole body quivered as she ran her tongue on my balls.
“Fuck!”
I tried to exclaim in pleasure, yet, no sound came from between my lips. This was a bit frightening yet sweet to my veins. I relaxed into the feeling, soaked in the joy. I was being tea-bagged while her nimble fingers held my cock firm. I could feel a stiff swift tongue on my inner thighs, hair in all places on me stood up. It was maddening and I couldn’t even see who was making me feel so fulfilled. No way could it be Jaylien.
"Oh Fuck! I really love this! I’m so in love with this big fat cock of yours!" She hummed and grunted and moaned sexily.
I recognized her voice. My cock got ten times harder. I couldn't believe this! Jaylien was giving me head while I was still sleeping. I shuffled and realized that I was really restrained. The little brat had cuffed my hands! My eyes were blindfolded.
She removed my blindfolds and said,
“Relax, no one’s gonna know.”
I glared at the purple furry covered handcuffs and couldn't believe it. I looked at her. She seemed to be in a trance. She had her toys out too, a lot of them. She had a large black one rubbing against her pink smooth clit and her dildo was buzzing noisily. The moans from the TV mixed with her buzzing dildo and her soft moans engulfed us in an erotic vibe and it all sounded like music, fuck music. Will we fuck?
