by Alexis Angel
Just from a kiss.
Oh my god.
If this man doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to—I don’t know what I’m going to do. Scream, maybe. Then everyone in Kirk’s gorgeous home will know what he’s doing to me, and it would serve him right too.
More likely, I’ll just have to shove him against the opposite wall and show him how it feels.
As if he’s reading my mind, Kirk’s hands drop to my ass. After an obligatory squeeze, he’s lifting me up. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist.
“Fuck. I always forget how strong you are,” I gasp in between kisses.
Kirk laughs, pressing his lips against mine.
“Then I’ll have to keep reminding you.”
“Anytime, handsome.”
Honestly, I’m eager for further proof. I can feel the massive bulge in his jeans pressed between my legs now, and I’m so wet for him that if we don’t start removing clothes soon, my panties are going to be soaked right through.
Sundresses have their advantages, after all—even the painfully conservative ones. If Kirk would just get that sexy cock of his out, all he would have to do is push aside my panties and force that gorgeous piece of man meat between my pussy lips.
But Kirk obviously has other plans. He turns sharply, and my skirt billows out around my waist. When he sits me down, I shiver.
Beneath my ass is a cool marble countertop. And since we haven’t bothered to turn the lights on yet, it takes me a second to figure out where we are.
“Babe.”
“Yes, babe?”
“You’re not fucking me in a bathroom.”
“Oh, no?” From the sound of amusement in Kirk’s voice, it’s apparent that fucking me in a bathroom is exactly what he intends to do. “Why not?”
He has one hand on my knee that’s tantalizingly threatening to rise up to stroke my inner thigh. With his free hand, he’s fumbling with something on the countertop—a candle, I realize. It fills the room with the scent of vanilla and a moody golden glow.
“I’m too classy for this,” I protest. Though, with the way his hand is creeping up my thigh to the wet, throbbing place between my legs, as far as protests go, it’s half-hearted at best.
“No,” he growls. “I don’t think you are.”
He gets on his knees. I give him a warning look. His fingers hook around the crotch of my panties, brushing against my pussy lips.
I moan.
“Are you, Em?”
I bite my lip.
“You’re wet. I can smell it.”
I furrow my brow, torn between how bad I want to hump his gorgeous face right now and some half-assed sense of standards that I just made up.
“Ugh. You’re right,” I relent with a sigh. “I’m so totally not.”
“Thought so,” he says with a wolfish grin.
He pulls my panties off me like they’re going out of style.
Kirk’s mouth is a dream as he kisses his way up one thigh. It’s good, but too slow.
I’ve been wet for him since the moment I first saw him today. Maybe even before then.
We’re way past the point where I can settle for taking things slow.
I grab his head and pull it toward my needy cunt. Generously, he lets me.
Kirk knows exactly how to treat a soaked pussy. He makes out with my lower lips just like he makes out with my mouth. Better, even, because before I know it, I’m moaning for him on the verge of my first orgasm.
Knowing Kirk, it won’t be the last.
But just as I’m about to cum against his tongue, I hear it. So does he.
Voices. Right outside the door.
“No fucking way,” a female voice intones. “You’re making it up.”
“I’m not!” a male voice insists. “You can’t make shit like this up, Belle.”
“Okay. Okaaaaaay. But…really? With a cucumber? Blake, you’re shitting me.”
“Right there in his office,” Blake confirms. “Swear to god.”
I feel Kirk snicker against my thigh, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin there to stifle his own laughter.
Then, to my disbelief, I’m forced to shoot him a look of betrayal as he gets back to work.
“You’re going to have to walk me through this, hun,” Belle says from outside.
Between my legs, Kirk sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth and traps it there between his teeth.
“Gladly. So it’s her first day of work. New secretary, right? And she’s wearing the tightest, shortest little skirt you wouldn’t believe…”
Kirk lashes out at my swollen clit with his tongue, and I gasp. Loud.
Did they hear me? Oh god, they had to have heard…
“And of course, Mr. Warren calls her into his office, the old perv.”
“Hey, some girls like older men. I heard Beth from sales call Warren a silver fox the other day—but yeah, you’re right. He totally calls her in.”
With anyone else, I wouldn’t have minded. Hell, I love having smug, noisy sex where other people can know how good I’m getting it. But this is Kirk, for fuck’s sake.
At Kirk’s own barbeque. In Kirk’s own house, full of his family and friends. In a fucking bathroom like a couple of horny teenagers.
He licks my clit again, and I moan deeply. Even louder. I don’t mean to, but god, Kirk really knows what he’s doing, and my pussy loves it.
It feels so fucking good!
“So he gets her into his office and he—what? Drops a pen or something?”
“Even better. Knocks over a jar of paper clips. So this poor secretary is left crawling around on her hands and knees in her short little skirt, picking them all up one by one…”
Kirk growls softly against my pussy lips, and I shiver with pleasure. He’s so fucking sexy when he’s like this—growling and licking me like an animal.
Even worse, he knows I’m always a slut for a good story. And this one? It’s actually fucking turning me on even more.
“And then naturally, Warren feels the need to help her out.”
“Yeah, by casually pointing out that it might be easier to do her job for the day if she’s not wearing such slutty underwear.”
“Lace?”
“No, even better. A bright-red thong.”
“And she actually takes it off for him?”
“Must be some kind of people pleaser, right? She slips it off beneath her skirt and hands it to him, just like that.”
Kirk’s tongue is working magic. No, better than magic. Magic mixed with birthday cake mixed with absolute sin.
I don’t know if it’s the story, or the threat of getting caught, or if Kirk is just that good at going down, but whatever it is, I’m whimpering.
So far, I’ve mostly stayed quiet. But Kirk is driving me directly to O-Town, and he’s going way over the speed limit.
My pussy is throbbing in time with every lick, and my head is so full of sex imagery that I’m about to explode.
“And she just crawls around the office like that. Pantyless. In a short little skirt.”
“I couldn’t believe it either. Without her panties on, you could see everything too. So pretty soon, Warren tells her that he can see her getting wet. Wants to know why that might be.”
My chest is heaving, and my knees are shaking. Kirk’s fingers dig into the meat of my ass cheeks, and his mouth shows me no mercy.
I’m going to cum. Literally, at any second, Kirk is going to give me one of the hardest orgasms of my life.
And when he does, I’m going to scream.
“So what does she tell him?”
“She doesn’t know. So he tells her to come over to him, bend over, and spread herself for him, so he can—”
My whole body spasms. My pussy erupts in pleasure. I’m orgasming against Kirk’s long, wet tongue, and my mouth opens up to—
Oh my god, I’m actually going to scream. There are people right outside the door, and Kirk is literally going to make me scream.
> But either Kirk thinks faster than I’ve ever given him credit for, or he’s had a contingency plan for this all along. Just as the scream threatens to leave my throat, I feel him shove something between my parted lips and onto my tongue.
He puts his hand over my mouth, just in case, and the scream is muffled by something... lacy.
Oh my god.
He’s gagged me with my own panties.
As the orgasm subsides into afterglow, Kirk smirks up at me. When he gets to his feet, his hands are already on his belt, undoing the buckle.
“Thought you might need that,” he whispers in my ear.
Honestly, I needed it like a skinny girl needs a cheeseburger, but I can’t tell him that, since, y’know. I’m still effectively gagged.
“God, Emily…here I am, alone with a beautiful woman, in a dark room with a locked door…”
The belt clanks against his thigh, defeated. Now his hands are on his zipper. Even in the low light, I can see how hard he is.
And he’s huge when he’s hard. Big enough that you start to understand why he’s so damn cocky all the time.
“Where no one can hear you scream,” he practically purrs at me, and damn.
Even when he’s being corny and ridiculous, I’m into it. He’s already given me one orgasm, and I’m already dying for another.
There are still people outside the door. I can hear their voices. I know they’re there. But as Kirk works his cock out of his pants and strokes it in his fist, I can’t seem to understand what they’re saying.
Fuck. He’s so sexy, he’s made me forget English.
Kirk teases me with the head of his cock, running it up and down my soaked little slit like he thinks he’s going to torture me with it.
But as desperate for another orgasm as I am, he still hasn’t had his first yet. I know it has to be so much worse for him. If he thinks he can tease me, two can play at that game.
“You fucking want it, don’t you?” he growls.
I buck my hips against his and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He’s so big that to tease me with just the tip, he has to resign to keeping his distance.
With a shift of my body, I rectify this. My legs wrap around his hips, locking him in.
Now I can grind my clit against his shaft, coating him in my honey while the rest of his cock rubs against my smooth stomach beneath the skirt of my sundress.
“God, Em,” he moans, low and quiet. “That’s so fucking good…”
You fucking want it, don’t you? I want to ask him, but I’m still gagged…and I like that.
Instead, I start to move my hips, nice and slow, so I’m jerking him off with my pussy lips, getting him nice and wet and worked up.
“Fuck. Let’s get this dress off you. Before I get pre-cum on it.”
He holds me close while he works the zipper down. In one fluid motion, he gets it off over my head. Now I’m sitting on his bathroom counter in just a bra, with my panties stuffed in my mouth and his cock between my legs.
I realize how this must look: slutty, nasty, and sooooo fucking hot.
But in my moment of vanity, Kirk manages to regain the upper hand. He grabs his cock, pulls back, and pushes it inside me so fast I don’t even have a chance to mourn the loss of opportunity to tease him a little longer.
And once he’s inside me, teasing him is the last thing on my mind.
Something clicks. The way our bodies work together is unreal. Separately, we’re two first-rate fucks.
If there was such a thing as sexual SATs, we would both score perfect 800s.
So what happens when a total vixen makes it with an absolute stud?
Fireworks. Fucking fireworks.
It’s not him fucking me. It’s not me fucking him. We’re moving together in perfect harmony for pleasure, hard and fast with a raw intensity that’s stronger than anything I’ve ever known.
Every time his cock thrusts deeper into me, pangs of pleasure jolt through my body like lightning. Every time he withdraws, I whimper, pull him closer, and whine for more.
When he’s not all the way inside me, as deep as my tight little hole can take him, my very soul feels empty. But when he’s giving it to me, edging deeper and deeper until I’m taking all twelve inches of his big, fat cock, it’s like suddenly, I’m whole again.
Fuck whatever sense of independence I have when we both have our clothes on. Screw taking things slow.
He’s inside me, and I’m wrapped around him. Right now, we’re hot and young, and we belong to each other.
Whatever happens for the rest of the night—for right now—he’s mine, and I’m his. That’s all that matters.
He yanks my bra straps down off my shoulders. His fingers wrestle with the clasp for a second, then it pops open, and my tits are free for the taking. I only let go of him for long enough to disentangle the bra from my arms.
Once I’ve abandoned it, his shirt is the next thing to go. Now our bodies are together the way they need to be—no barriers, no walls, just skin against skin. His lips are on mine, and I never want to stop kissing him.
When he does pull his mouth away, I remember the panties in my mouth. He hilts himself in me, and I have to bite down on the lace to keep from crying out in orgasm.
Poor Kirk doesn’t even have the benefit of a gag.
“Em,” he moans into my neck. “Fuck, Em. You’re so fucking tight. You’re so wet. God—”
He pulls back as I pant, riding out wave after wave of pleasure, and he looks at me like he really does own me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says in this hallowed tone. Like I’m holy.
I like that. I like that a whole fucking lot.
When he embraces me again, it’s to lift me up in his arms. Now the pace is his to set. He’s lifting me and lowering me on his fucking weapon of a cock, and I’m clenched around him, squeezing his man meat like my life depends on it.
He spins us, and now my back’s against the wall—both literally and figuratively, because now I have no leverage and no control over my own orgasms.
He has me pinned with the weight of his body, and all I can do is work my hips in little circles, desperately giving him all I’ve got. His cock slides against my G-spot over and over until I’m so wracked with pleasure that I’m dizzy from it.
My back arches, thrusting my big, heavy tits outward. Before I know it, he’s taking my nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other. Left. Right. Left.
My nipples are so hard for him and so sensitive from orgasm that when he sucks on them, I start to moan like a woman possessed. Not even my lace panties can stifle the sound of a woman being fucked so well by such a perfect man. At this point, if I’m being too loud, I don’t even care.
Let them listen. Let them hear. Every person at the party outside could have their ears pressed against the door right now, and I couldn’t have fewer fucks to give.
I’m giving all my fucks to Kirk. Every last one of them.
“Where do you want my cum, Em?” Kirk growls against my breasts.
Even just being asked that…it’s mind-shattering. He could cum in my ear right now and I’d be into it.
But I’m gagged. He’s gagged me. I can’t answer, and he knows it.
Even now, he has the energy to be an insufferable tease. Un-fucking-believable.
“How about I come…here?” He’s settled into a rhythm now, and I know he must be close. “Should I cum in this sweet little cunt of yours, Em? Is that where you want it?”
YES, I want to scream. I WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, KIRK! I want it dripping out of me! Fill me up! Give it to me!
But I can’t.
“Or should I come in your tight little ass, Em? Is that where gorgeous little sluts like you like it?”
YES, I want to scream. COME IN MY ASS, KIRK! I’m a dirty little whore for you, Daddy—I want it, I want it, I want it!
“Or,” Kirk growls, panting. He’s close, so close I can feel it, I need it. “Should I pull o
ut and blow my load all over you? All over your big, perky tits and your pretty little face so I can parade you around the party like that afterward. Is that what you want, babe? You want everyone to know what a whore you are for me?”
I’m struggling to string thoughts together. I’m struggling to fucking see straight. Because right now, the answer to that—to any of it—is a big, resounding YES! YES! YES!
Where do I want Kirk’s cum?
Everywhere.
We go wild. He’s biting my neck, and my fingernails are digging into his back. Our bodies are trapped against each other’s, thrusting and moaning and moving together with a unified need.
The orgasm hits me first. They’ve been piling up, building on each other, every one of them stronger and more intense than the last until my soaked pussy is practically milking him of his cum, and he can’t control it any longer.
“Oh god,” he breathes against me.
Then I feel it. Not just the hot, sticky ropes of cum that he covers my insides with, but the way his cock pumps it into me too. I’m in Kirk’s arms, being filled up with his cum while god only knows how many people are outside listening.
It’s fucking awesome. I feel fantastic, and Kirk’s body feels amazing against mine. I guess I just hope they enjoyed our little show.
“Wow,” I say when Kirk finally plucks my panties out of my mouth. “That was…pretty okay.”
I smile up at him. Talk about understatement of the year. It was a lot more than just pretty okay, and we both know it.
He’s still inside me, and now that we’re not thrusting and grinding, I can feel my pussy still clenching around him every so often, squeezing out every last drop of his cum.
Kirk doesn’t seem to be quite as amused.
“Just okay, huh?” he asks, punctuating the question with a thrust.
I go sex-blind for a second as an unexpected burst of pleasure courses through my nervous system.
“I thought you were a modest guy, Kirk,” I say, blinking dreamily as I stare up at his disgustingly handsome face.
“Modesty has no place in the bedroom, Em.”
“Good thing we’re in the bathroom then, huh?”
A dark look passes over Kirk’s face, and that’s when it hits me.
Oh god.
He’s still hard.
