by Hart, Romi
I reach in closer, pushing my lips to hers and waiting for her to meet me back. No doubt, this is what would have happened had I made a move years ago. Hesitance. Resistance. Now she has no good reason to resist…except her own silly “rules”.
She pulls back and laughs. “I don’t know, maybe you’re right. I keep having these weird rules in my head about…falling in love. Being swept on my feet. Living happily ever after. I want to feel something real.”
“But you’ll never feel any of that if you don’t take a chance once in a while.”
“What does that mean, weirdo?”
“Take a chance, Denise. Kiss me. Just this once. Like we wanted to do all those years ago. Just one time, to see if sparks fly.”
“Sparks?” she says, smiling.
“More like an eternal moment,” I say, slowly inching towards her lips a second time. She opens her mouth just a few millimeters, contemplating the kiss, still not sure if she wants to surrender to passion that has no logical meaning.
“I don’t know…” she says, smiling, looking me in the eye and feeling out of breath from excitement. “Why do I feel guilty?”
“Because you can’t fucking relax and just let the moment happen.”
“Maybe I just don’t like you. Maybe I like nice guys.”
“Sure you do.”
“Maybe I don’t like rich playboy assholes, Simeon.”
“Maybe you do. Maybe that’s why you feel so goddamn guilty right now.”
She stares at me and loses her smile. Now she’s pissed. Now she’s ready to be mean and hateful!
And now she kisses me! Our lips touch, perfectly timed, this time not so soft. Rough kisses, her lips assaulting mine, kissing me just as hard and relentless as I kiss her. Neither of us can breathe very well…we gasp for air as we desperately need to push our lips together, making this moment happen against all better judgment.
She bites my lip, oh yes she’s so pissed off and she’s showing me. Licking, biting and kissing me like she has no fucking idea what to think—only that I don’t deserve sweet smiles and lovemaking. I put my hand on her face and she pushes me away, still sucking on my bottom lip and tasting me.
I grab her by the wrist and make her sure she feels my next kiss—hungry and reckless, tasting her lips, her chin and her cheek. Denise grunts under her breath as I touch her forbidden face with my other hand, rubbing her skin then moving over to her thick hair.
“Go ahead and slap me,” I whisper, a little mad with passion. The very idea of Denise resisting me but failing is turning me on.
She obliges and slaps me hard across the cheek—never for a second looking away. This time she stares me down and she grabs me in a second long winding kiss.
She sighs as I began kissing her sultry neck, tasting the flavors of her skin.
“Is this what you were afraid of?”
“Shut up,” she says, squinting her eyes when we meet, but insisting I go back to necking her. Her neck smells so fresh and soft, enveloping my senses. The way she purrs and rubs her face against my cheek gets me instantly hard.
“Is this what you wanted…” she whispers to me in a throaty voice.
“Yeah…” I reply, pulling her blouse down and exposing more shoulder for me to taste.
“More than anything?”
“This is what YOU wanted…more than anything. Enjoy it. Enjoy it…” I say as I place strong kisses on her shoulder, making her toss and turn that sexy hair around.
“What are you doing to me?” she says, her eyes shutting as her voices heightens.
“Let’s go to a hotel.”
“No…” she says, running her fingers through my hair.
“Why not?”
“Because…I’m not that kind of girl,” she says, almost with a taunt—opening her eyes to make sure she torments me properly.
“It’s fine,” I reply, “then I’m just going to take you like this. Right here. No privacy. Because I want you, Denise.”
She exhales, feeling the heat of the moment. I lean closer to her and dip my lips lower into her upper chest—just a whiff of perfume, but mostly the smell of her skin, aching for some stress relief.
Denise sighs again, grabbing both sides of my head as I greedily kiss her chest, forcing the blouse to move lower. “Maybe…maybe we should go somewhere…” she coos.
“It’s too late,” I whisper back, just as I pull her blouse down strongly and find her cleavage. Holy fuck, does she have big breasts. I can’t help but grunt like a caveman when I see just how ample her bosom is, probably a DDD cup.
Denise squeals softly and smiles as I bury my face in her breasts, kissing and smacking, tasting her forbidden fruit. I need more, more Denise, more of her body. I’ve waited ten years for this celebration!
Denise looks around in smiling surprise as I click the remote button which lowers her passenger seat closer to the ground. She giggles as I work my way over to her side of the car, carefully putting my knees in place as the seat continues to sink lower. I lift her blouse up and see her lacy black bra waiting for me in all its glory.
She exhales pained little sighs as I place fiery kisses on her tits, burrowing my face in, bobbing for her nipples. I squeeze her big tits out of the bra and find her left nipple already hard. I waste no time in sucking and licking her, shoving my hand into her face—which she bites from a pang of excitement.
Denise arches her back, making sure I have more tits in my face, more flesh to ravage. I can’t stop kissing and sucking and have lost all sense of where I am—even as I hear cars whoosh by outside—even as I realize the car is still running.
“Let’s go…” she says, embarrassed at how turned on she’s getting. Not to mention the fact that she’s feeling my cock over my pants, realizing this date won’t be over until she samples me up close and personal.
“Where to? My house is an hour away.”
“Uhhhh…” she sighs as I push myself back to the driver’s seat. She fastens her loose clothing and tosses her hair, making me hard as a rock as I watch her.
“My office is probably empty right now…”
Chapter 7
Denise
Simeon and I have behaved like bad seed teenagers, horny and oblivious to the world around us. Maybe I wanted this wild side of me to come out. I knew all along I was going to seduce him…maybe I didn’t expect to fool around in a parked car, but I knew what I was doing luring him out to a secluded spot and then challenging him—taunting him, slapping him emotionally until he took me by the arms and made me kiss him.
It was my idea to drive back to the office, where hopefully everyone has clocked out by now. I have full clearance, because of course, corporate trusts me not to do anything foolish like have sex on my desk. But little do they know just how naughty I am when I meet the right kind of guy.
I stare him down from across the room until he stalks me, coming closer as he unbuttons his shirt. Oh God this is the wildest thing I’ve ever done…and yet I can only imagine how horribly he could corrupt me if he wanted to.
I smile up at him as I crawl on top of my desk, loosening up my grey blouse from the bottom. He pulls it up and over my head, going back to obsessively, madly, kissing and groping my breasts.
I exhale a deep breath, finally letting my body go, giving myself permission to holler out loud and just enjoy this goddamned moment. His lips are warm and fast-moving. He holds my breasts together as he plants kisses. His facial stubble tickles and his hot and rough voice turns me on. I’m giggling and panting in the same breath.
He lifts my skirt and my legs, eager to see what I have underneath. I take a deep inhale and let my head fall back as he gropes his way to the prize. My matching black panties.
“I wore them for you…I thought they might drive you crazy…” I whisper with a naughty grin.
I touch him all over his waist, tummy and chest, just as eager to touch as I want him to fondle my every curve. He goes back to kissing my breasts, but this time pulling each nipple out. I groa
n in ecstasy as he starts sucking on one, then the other.
“Ohhhh God…” I moan, as Simeon rolls his tongue around my areola and then takes his time pleasuring my hard nipple with a good firm suck. He does the same to the other one and my head falls back on the desk. I put my hands in my hair and swoon as he starts lowering his kisses down to my belly and downward to my skirt.
He pulls it off and rubs his fingers on my mound. I’m so wet for him. I watch in nodding elation as he gently, slowly, teasingly pulls my panties down.
I open my mouth wide as he finds my neatly trimmed triangle and starts panting, definitely in horny approval. He kisses me on the thigh then back over and around to my outer lips, then inner lips. His warm mouth sends a chill down my spine, as I realize he’s looking at my tiny hill of fur in lusty desire.
I never thought I would be here…letting another man know me so intimately. Not even sure if I love him or not, but letting him take me. Letting him know my body as intimately as he wants to…
He spreads my legs and finds my clitoris with his tongue. I groan softly as he begins lapping back and forth, just teasing the hood. I turn my head back and forth on the desk, unable to do anything but get wetter and surrender myself to him.
The man wants me so bad he starts grunting and groaning, putting his hands all over me. First, he grabs my tits and squeezes, then he finds my clit.
Ohhhh yes he licks it slow and tender first, just barely grazing the edges. As I continue giving him little sighs and pants he rewards me with more tender attention. His tongue swishes back and forth as his free hand comes down to pull the hood back—my fully swollen, sensitive clit now unprotected.
My eyes roll back in my head as I unleash a deep howling voice.
“Ohhhhhh God…yes…”
“Mmmm…” he hums, letting the vibrations tickle my most sensitive spot. I pound the desk in passion as he keeps licking me and overwhelming my nerves.
“Keep licking me…”
“Mmmm-hmm?” he says, each lovely syllable caressing my clit and leaving me shaking.
“YES…yes…ohh Sim…OH GOD…” I couldn’t even chant his name! Just as I open my mouth he puts two fingers in my pussy and enters me. God, I’m so wet I feel almost embarrassed but he’s in a frenzy.
He pulls back so that he can unbuckle his pants. He takes his time making sure my eyes are on him. His pants and boxers go down slowly, as the bastard makes sure I am at full attention for his big cock unveiling.
I let out a slutty gag of cock worship, figuring his manhood must be nine or ten inches—much bigger than any man I had ever had. I can’t wait to touch it and reach out, eager to feel the shaft and stroke it. I love the feeling of making it harder, squeezing and rubbing to feel it stiffen. Ohh the veins, the big girth of his dick…it’s making me so horny…
Just when I thought he was going to fuck me, he teases me again…sinking back down to my already drenched pussy for a full wet lick of my cunt. Ohhhh God his tongue is flooded with my juices. I can’t believe my Friend…my good friend is drinking out of my pussy…oh GOD!
I pant quickly slamming my hands on the desk. His finger is swirling around my clit as he eats out my pussy down below. I come on his command, shaking my pelvis just as he starts tongue-fucking me in a perfect rhythm.
“Ohhh! Ohhh!” I scream, feeling my whole body bounce and push out an unexpected orgasm.
He pushes himself back up and whips out his huge erect cock, letting me know what he’s going to do…
“Tell me…tell me what you want. Naughty girl.”
“I want you to fuck me…” I say, feeling a rush of adrenaline.
I watch in surrender, in stupid head-nodding worship, as he pulls his big dick forward and makes me WATCH as he shoves it into my pussy lips.
It feels so smooth, so perfectly shaped, as his cockhead enters me. It gets thicker, feels tighter and harder as he pushes more inches inside.
“Ohhhh yes…Simeon…give it to me. Do it…do it…”
“Take more cock. Squeeze it in.”
“Ohhhh Jesus, ohhh God!” I mutter as I realize he’s stuffing more shaft into me, already well beyond Mickey and other boyfriends in length. He is actually really well hung! It’s not faking with him…
“Aaahhh!” Simeon groans, feeling how wet I get the deeper he goes in. I’m hot inside, dousing wet and tighter than he imagined. He grabs me by the hair and makes me watch as he fucks me deep and slow. I open my eyes widely, my heart pounding fast. So rude..so dominant…and yet it’s exactly what I need to feel alive again.
“Fuck me…fuck me harder!”
I scream loudly as he delivers me another two fucking inches of huge shaft. I can feel it so deeply inside of me! I lose my breath and start panting, groaning his name or at least the first syllable of it as I feel another orgasm building.
“Take it deeper. Faster.”
He increases the speed of his thrust, making me take more inches and then pulling out fast and roughly. He stuffs his cock back inside and rapidly thrusts, pounding my pussy as hard as he can.
“Ohhhh god! That feels good!”
“Yeah? You want it harder?”
“YES!” I bellow, my head crashing down on the desk again as I can barely watch my pussy getting pulverized so hard. I almost feel like coming again. But this time I hold back. I bite my lip and flex inside my pussy, holding back…letting him fuck me but resisting the pleasure of every stroke.
I love the feeling of waiting helplessly…waiting for the inevitable sensation that will come, fight it though I might. I exhale loudly looking into his devious eyes as he fucks me and means it with every new stroke. His rough burly hands squeezes both my tits and fondles my nipples. He hard fucks me, doubling the throbbing sensation and slow burn.
He puts his hand on my mound, right on top of my fur, as he keeps accelerating his thrusts. I feel my body weakening from inside and out. I’m letting go of my tight pelvic squeeze against my will. I’m going to come again…
“Ohhhh you’re going to make me come!” I sing—and he reaches out and pinches both hard nipples just as I lose all control. My pussy soaks his cock and I wiggle all over the table, coming harder than I ever thought I could.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” I wail, grabbing my hair, wanting to hold on to anything just to fucking gain control of my senses.
Just as I’m cumming he mounts himself up and onto the desk, even closer to me, breathing into my mouth. He grabs both of my wrists and slams them down on the desk, letting me writhe back and forth all out of options.
His cock is still ten inches deep inside of me and I’m contracting and pushing out—every wave making me come a little harder.
He’s so balls deep inside of me I can’t even imagine him pulling out in a hurry. I began to panic…what if he comes? No protection…this is crazy!
“Ohhh God, why don’t you ever stop?” I say, laughing and weeping in one sentence. I kind of mean it…but it kind of turns me on just the same. “You’re just gonna keep fucking the shit out of me?”
“Yeah…just like you wanted.”
“Just like you wanted!” I groan back, gritting my teeth, my pussy powerless to do anything except swallow all that dick. How could I object? I was owned, I was his to play with.
“I did want you,” he says whispering into my ear and then kissing me on the lips.
I can’t think of what to say. I stare at him…in submission. In deep thought. Maybe even a flavor of worship. I want him so badly I can’t even take it.
“I’m going to come…” he mutters. “Where?”
I squint my eyes and feel another orgasm coming on. I hear his voice but I can’t respond. All I can do is shake my head.
“Where do you want me to come?”
“Anywhere…” I manage to say, looking into his eyes, scared to death of what I just said.
“Anywhere?” he says with a smile as falls back on the floor and starts yanking that big dick out of my deepest caverns.
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��YES…YES…”
I look down at his beautiful shaft slowly emerging out of my pussy, soaked and red, ready to spurt.
“WAIT!”
He flexes every muscle in his body as he continues to pull out…he starts grunting hard and loud, unable to hold back a second longer.
Just as I scream and look straight into the eye of that dick, he pulls out in time, grabbing his shaft and directing it right into my trimmed bush. I squeal and whine, whimper and choke as I watch Simeon spurt out several large pools of semen all over my mound and pubic hair.
We both look, not at each other, but at the ruins of our body. Our messy genitals. Our sweaty parts. Our naked, half clothed bodies. We sigh…we suck in air and try to calm both our thumping hearts.
Just when I think it’s over he pulls my face forward and kisses me with fervor, as intensely as the first kiss.
I don’t know what this is…love…lust. Or something marvelously in between. I’ve never been in this messy of a position before. Mickey and I used birth control with a shower always nearby. Now…I’m in a pool of a man’s sperm, smelling him all over myself. Thrilled. Terrified. Already horny again.
“And Christ…you know there’s a video camera up there watching us.”
I sigh. And sigh. And gasp for air, still inebriated at the shock of it all.
“Yes…it’s just the surveillance video. I’ll erase it.”
“How will you explain it.”
“Uhhhhhh…” I finished sighing. “I don’t have to explain shit, I’m CFO.”
“That’s my naughty girl.”
I shake my head and ward off all these weird possessive thoughts of: What was that? What does this mean? Are we…is he…?
No good can come from it. It was all my idea, the eternal moment. The moment was all that mattered. I felt love. I felt LOVED. Everything was perfect. Who cares about tomorrow? I just want this memory to last forever.
A few moments later, drained of all energy, fluids and thoughts, we both silently picked ourselves up and got dressed. I used a tissue to clean his spunk off. He pulled up his pants and straightened up. I stuffed my breasts back in my bra and quickly hopped into my dress.
