by Vivien Vale
He ups the pace, feeling my desire coming at him like an electric current.
My arms out of control, I dart for his crotch with both hands, pulling sideways at the opening in his pants and undoing all buttons with one fast pop. I pull them down, grabbing at his pants and boxers at the same time – his cock jumps up as it springs free, long and thick and ready.
I curl my fingers around his shape and start stroking him fast. I grit my teeth, as I grind my pussy against his hand as a wild and ferocious purr of pleasure keeps on growing in my throat.
I then have to take out my hands off of his cock. In under a second, my muscles burn in a frenzy. I cry out in pleasure as I come, delight completely ripping me apart – my whole body is burning up.
Still shaking, I take my hands out of his cock and claw them at his back, forcing him to lay on top of my naked body, his cock rubbing against my belly. Then, with a sideways motion, I make him roll to the side.
I jump on top of him and grab his big cock with both of my hands, a devilish smile on my lips. I lean into him and start kissing all over his chest, each kiss of mine going lower and lower, from his belly to where I really want my mouth to be.
I lean into him, my mouth dangerously close to the tip of his cock, but I stop a few inches before my lips brushed against it. I then grab his shaft by the root, tugging at his member so slowly my hand barely seems to move.
I am driving Blake mad and I know that too well. His whole body tenses up as my hand starts going up and down his length faster. I can tell a shiver goes up his spine as he feels my breathing against his cock, my mouth looking so tempting he is no longer sure of how he is resisting it.
I start jerking him faster and faster, cupping his balls with one hand. My motion flows freely from the base of his cock to its tip, a pendulum movement that is eating away whatever rationality and common sense still left inside him.
Opening my mouth slightly. I place it over his tip, my tongue brushing against it gently.
He feels the urge to thrust forwards, to make his cock slide down my lips in one swift motion and feel my whole mouth around him. But he waits, patiently, as I keep my own pace – my mouth widens slowly as I lean in, lips sliding over his length inch by slow inch, making his body suffer through a sweet slow boil.
He claws at my hair as I cup his balls again, my mouth finally filled with his throbbing member, the warmth and wetness of my insides almost making him dizzy.
I pull out as slowly as I did it before, leaning into him before I go down again, each coming and going motion of my head almost too much for him to endure.
He groans as my hand joins the pendulum motion of my mouth, stroking and sucking at a rhythm so perfect I’m sure he’s wishing for it to never end. He looks down at me, seeing his flesh going in and out of my mouth, and the sight of it makes his cock pulse hard against my tongue.
"I love you," He whispers towards me. Realizing he’s close, I lift my eyes up to him and, sliding back out and allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth slowly, I smile at him.
“I love you too Blake.”
It almost hurts me to not be touching him for a single second, but I have to let go of his cock as he takes his hands to my ankles and slides them up my legs. He leans into me, his lips gently kissing my knees, my inner thighs, my groins... He places his mouth over my thong and, breathing in, sucks hard, my scent and flavor so sweet he feels lightheaded.
I push my hips upwards, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, he pushes my thong aside once more, just enough so that he can taste my labia with the tip of his tongue.
He laps at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth there he sucks, the desire to taste me taking hold of him.
He pulls back for just one second, enough time for him to pull the thong down my legs. He takes another second to breath in as he dives into me again, burying his mouth in my wet pussy, devouring me carelessly as if he needs to do it to survive.
I feel two careful and gentle fingers brushing against my clit as I keep jerking my hips against his face. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going until I surrender to that sweet madness and start forcing his head down and up my hips, making him eat me out in the wildest and delicious way there is.
I just want his mouth in my pussy, as I fill the gallery with aching moans…
Parting my folds with his tongue, he slides one finger inside me again, making my hips sway wildly. He takes his forearm and places it over my belly, holding me down as, with his mouth and fingers, he claims me. I thrust my pussy against his face, fighting against the hold he has on me and, holding my position, I come as he devours me.
My mind being overwhelmed with pleasure, as the sound of my screams keep on echoing throughout the deserted galley. My legs are shaking as if they are not mine to command.
“No time to rest,” Blake suddenly tells me, jumping up to his feet and forcing me to do the same. He pushes me back toward a table that’s pushed back against the wall and I sit on it, opening my legs.
He lunges at me, leaning in, and moves his body to mine. Oh, how I want it, how I want him! Everything in me is anxious for him.
And then his legs encase mine, the touch of his body on mine, and I feel his tip brushing against my pussy. With one single thrust he is inside me; I sigh, crazy and wild as pleasure bursts into me, shooting down all my senses. His cock fills me perfectly as if it´s shaped for me.
His body moves in a slow, steady pace, and I take deep breaths with every movement of his thighs. The desire to scream makes my throat go hoarse, and all I allow myself is an almost imperceptible moan. I lace my legs around his torso and pull him toward me, forcing him deep inside my pussy.
As if reading my mind, his pace increases at that exact moment. I go back to moaning in a whispered tone, the effort clawing at my throat. He leans into me, pulls back his mouth and takes his lips into my neck.
I close my eyes, feeling the very presence of him invading my body. I feel the pleasure he feels, I feel my own pleasure. I feel all the muscles of our bodies, tense and taut, singing a song that only we can hear.
“Fuck,” he groans, his cock throbbing hard inside my pussy. Close to coming, he then takes a deep breath to stop himself from exploding.
Grabbing me by the hand, he then makes me change positions with him; he sits in front of me and pulls me to his lap, our mouths finding each other in a heartbeat. I let myself get lost in his kiss, feeling his cock so dangerously close to my pulsing pussy again.
Before he can make a movement, I let my hands go to his cock and I raise myself up, pointing him at me. Slowly, I ease down onto him, pulling out from his kiss and moaning as I feel his cock feeding into me once again. I let myself fall on it, his length piercing me at once and forcing me to scream.
I start bucking my hips as fast as I can against him, and he guides my movements with his hands on my ass. I take my hands to his chest and, wanting to have some control over him, I push him down onto the table. I lean into him, my nipples inches away far from him.
He takes my hard nipple in his mouth and starts sucking it as my body rocks against his. He lets himself go willingly, his hands never leaving my ass. Swaying my hips, I ride him with abandonment, accompanying the upwards thrusts of his body.
Feeling his body on mine is perfect. It isn't just lust, or just desire. It is all those things but it is also something more. Closeness, comfort. And it feels good. It feels fucking good.
I ride him perfectly, going up and down in a flowing motion, his cock defenseless against the tight embrace of my pussy. I come up until only his tip is inside me and then back down once more.
I sway forward and backward, his shaft buried deep inside me. Grabbing my ass cheeks hard, his fingertips over the curve of my crack, he thrusts upward matching the rhythm.
As I ride myself to exhaustion, my coming and going motion only slowing down when I can’t go on any longer
. And, when that happens, I’m already screaming at the top of my lungs. Pleasure makes its way up from my pussy and, in my throat, it turns into a raw and primal sound, exploding in the air like the sound of a grenade.
I think of rolling to the side, spreading my legs, and let him do the heavy lifting. But no, I want more than that. As such, I take my knees off the table and, with both feet on the side of Blake’s hips, I squat over him.
His cock is still inside of me, so all I have to do is take a deep breath and order my body to start moving again, which he does. I jump up and down on his cock, the thunder of the orgasm he gave me still roaring inside of me.
I go at him faster and faster, his fingers curling around both my breasts viciously. I look down at him, enjoying the look of pure joy and lust on the hard lines of his face, and I redouble my efforts. I keep on going up and down on him until I can’t take it anymore, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow.
I erupt in pleasure again, ripples of it washing over me with such intensity that I simply collapse on top of Blake, my legs flailing as if they’re not mine to control. I bury my fingers on his chest as I endure the destroying force of my orgasm, surrendering to the perfection of it.
Giving me no time to rest, he pulls his body from mine and slips his hand under my ass. He forces me to stand and then he makes me turn my back to him, forcing me to bend over. I place my hands on the desk and do as we wants, jutting my ass back at him.
I feel his hand stroking my pussy, parting its lips, and then he comes back inside me, his cock piercing me with a single deep stroke.
He takes one hand off of my waist, and I wince as I realize what he’s going to do. I bite on my lips, hold my breath, and then I feel the palm of his hand landing heavily on my ass cheek. He does it over and over again, leaving an imprint of his fingers on my flesh, the sound of it echoing in the room.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I moan, thrusting my ass back at him. He doesn’t make me beg – The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my inner lips again.
After a heartbeat, his cock is sheathed to the hilt inside of me. He drives it all the way in, his fingers hooked on my hips as he thrusts and holds his position.
Slowly, he starts building up a rhythm, but he does it fast enough. In a matter of seconds the sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room and drown my brain in a symphony of lust.
“Harder,” I command him, and he obliges happily. He rocks his body so hard against mine that if he wasn’t holding me by the hips I’d just fall forward. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and takes two fingers to my clit, pressing on it while he ravages my pussy.
Fucking me while working my clit, he drives me so insane I don’t think I know my name anymore. I go from my hands to my elbows, barely enough strength left in my arms to support myself. And still he keeps on thrusting, his movements vicious and wild, a sweet wickedness to the way he has taken over my pussy.
My pussy tightens up around Blake’s shaft and I just explode. I let out a scream loud enough to shatter glass as the explosion goes off inside my body, and it feels like wasps are buzzing under my taut muscles. That burning sensation becomes almost unbearable, and it almost feels as if I’m really on fire.
My muscles are still twitching and burning, but I need more. I need him to fuck me until my conscious mind fades away entirely, and all that’s left of me is unbridled unconsciousness.
“I want more…I want you to…take all of me,” I find myself saying. Oh, God, I can’t believe I said something like this.
“Then you’ll have it,” he groans, taking his cock out of my pussy.
He places his hands on my ass cheeks and, spreading them wide, he then starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack. I grit my teeth as he presses his thickness against my asshole and I scream again as he starts sliding it in.
He does it without hesitation; he just slides it in at a steady pace, his thick shaft pushing my inner walls back on its way in.
I scream and he drives all of his inches into me, pounding me slowly at first, but then his pace grows. My body is rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his.
I don´t want him to stop. This time I want him to come as well. I need to have all of his seed.
“More, more…” I continue, my eyes closed shut as pleasure tears my brain apart. My ass tightens up around his shaft like a vice as I come again, waves of merciless pleasure crashing against both my mind and body, but this time I feel his cock pulsing too.
At the same time, I feel his cock pulsing violently and I realize that he’s close. I push my ass back against him, forcing his cock to go as deep as possible; with that, his cock throbs again, this time even more violently, and I moan as I feel him coming inside of me.
His cock buried deep inside my ass, and his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, he starts gushing out in a torrent. I hold still as he unleashes a torrent of cum inside of me. His warm semen fills me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my ass.
I sigh loudly as I feel juices starting to drip down my legs.
He keeps on gushing, the cum escaping my insides and tracing a path down his still erect cock. When his cock finally stops exploding inside me, he pulls back, taking it out of my ass and rolling to the side.
My eyes find his and, with a twinkle of amusement dancing behind my eyes, I smile.
He grins at me, his eyes, his face and ragged breathing telling me everything that I need to know right now.
“I love you, Blake. You’re everything to me.”
“I love you too,” he whispers back at me.
And that’s when I know I finally found happiness.
Double Feature
A MFM Ménage Romance
By Daphne Dawn
Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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Kayla
I squeeze my stress ball in total frustration. What has happened to the day? About an hour ago, after my usual morning jog, I felt like I could take on the world.
I was ready to put fingers to keyboard and watch the words fly onto the screen, but now I’m sit-ting in my office, and nothing is happening.
My gaze travels, and I contemplate the elaborate certificate displaying my name and its various meanings, a present from my mother some years ago—one she bought during her travels to Cairo. It used to be at home, but when I took this job, with my own office and view, I decided to hang it up at work.
According to the elaborate gold-lettered writing, Kayla has several different meanings, depending on what country you look to. To some, it means “wise one.”
I have to say…I don’t feel particularly wise this morning. Time’s ticking, and I’m not producing.
With a sigh, I randomly hit some keys on my keyboard so my screen no longer looks so white and empty.
As I bring my coffee to my lips, I cringe. Can the day get any worse? I hate cold coffee.
I bite my bottom lip.
I haven’t produced anything this morning, and I cannot justify a coffee break already. My eyes look at the little clock in the top right-hand corner of my computer. Maybe if I write for thirty minutes, I can reward myself with a break and get a fresh, strong, and hot coffee.
My fingers hover over the keyboard. I don’t know how long they stay there without moving. With a sigh, I rummage around the top drawer of my desk, looking for a notepad.
Sometimes words seem to flow faster and better if I use the old-fashioned writing tools: pen and paper.
Slowly I unscrew t
he top of my gold nib fountain pen. I draw a few swirly lines to make sure there is still ink in it. Good, no further excuses.
Part of me had hoped that lack of ink would mean I’d have to duck out and buy some more. But alas, I really have run out of stalling tactics.
And so I let the pen do the work. Suddenly, a few scenes come to mind, and I make random notes.
“Good to see you working, baby cakes.”
I cringe and look up, my pen stopping midword. The last word now looks more like a drunken spider walked across my page, and I curse Ed quietly.
“Don’t call me that,” I say and look up.
“They still make pens, huh?” Ed ignores my comment and comes up to my desk, sitting on the edge of it. He takes the pen out of my hand and pretends to examine it.
“Or is this one a relic from the last century?”
Instead of a reply, I pull the pen out of his hand and screw the top back on.
“Only people who’ve been taught the craft of writing know how to use one of these,” I pause before I continue. “Oh, I forgot, you weren’t taught the craft of writing.”
Ed is the one reason my job is harder than it should be. Ed is the bane of my existence at the moment.
He ignores my comment and throws some papers onto my desk.
“Some notes for you for the second half of the season. I thought I better give you a hand, since you are new to this gig.”
If I could, I’d like to wipe that smug look off his milky face. Ed, as far as I’m concerned, is the opposite of sex appeal. His skin’s so pasty, I wonder if he ever goes outdoors.
The expensive designer suits do nothing for his short stature and thin body. Exercise isn’t high on Ed’s agenda as well. Even the mere thought of seeing Ed in shorts and a T-shirt makes me want to throw up.
