by Bebe Wilde
I was ready and so was he, but he didn’t untie me. He flipped me over, forced me onto my hands and knees—still bound—and slid his hand between my ass cheeks, up and down, up and down until I was about to come again. I shuddered and then felt his cock sliding between my legs, then up and then down. Oh, God, he was going to do it. He was going to fuck me! He was going to—
AHHH! He stuck it in, way down deep in, and gave a good hard thrust. I shuddered with delight and began to grind against him as he fucked me, as I was tied and constricted. As I was being liberated. He grabbed onto my hips and held them steady as he got his, as he pumped into me. As he fucked me.
It was coming again and this orgasm was coming hard, fast and certainly furiously. My body just took over; my cunt took over and followed him. He made me give in and there was nothing I could do but hang on for the ride. I was all about the orgasm then and the release and I was going to have it. It was a big one, and it stuck around for a good minute as he continued to fuck me and as he came, he pulled out and sprayed his hot, white cum all over my back. I moved as it splattered onto me and felt its warmth oozing all over me.
Once it was all over, he turned me over and stared into my eyes again, then he took the handkerchief out and then he untied the rope. As soon as it was off, I almost wanted to come again; it felt so good to be free of the rope, though it had certainly added to the excitement.
He picked me up and took me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. We both got under the hot water and started kissing. We ate at each other, knowing that what we had just started was going to happen again and again. We both knew we were onto something, something great and something special. We wouldn’t be able to get enough of each other but that was okay. That was the point of it all. I took his dick in my hand and began to stroke it, wanting him hard again as quickly as possible. He moaned as I did this and held onto me tighter. Soon, we were stroking each other and I was down on my knees, sucking his hard cock until he was about to come and once he did, I allowed him to come all over my breasts. He loved that and it showed in his eyes.
After I was good and cleaned off, he turned off the shower, dried me off and led me back to the bed, pushed me down and began to cover my body with kisses as his hand slid between my legs. I clamped onto his hand and began to ride it as he sucked my tits, as he nibbled on my nipples. I came in no time and then he held me.
I lay there for a moment, wondering what all this meant and where it would lead. He started to get up, but I grabbed his hand and halted him. We stared into each other’s eyes and then he began to smile slowly. He had me and he knew it. I was so had, I was breathless.
He rose from the bed and I watched him leave the room. His perfect ass looked so good I immediately wanted him again. Once he disappeared out of the room, I turned my eyes towards the ceiling, still breathing heavily, still needing to catch my breath. I wanted more of that. If that meant I had to concede, submit or do whatever, that’s what it meant. I’d grovel and I’d beg. I didn’t care. It was too good and I had to have more of it.
He came back a moment later and asked, “Now do you love me?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Then say it.”
“I love you,” I said without hesitation. “Do you love me?”
He had trouble containing his smile. “Yeah, you could say I do.”
Night Sex
‘”Honey?” she called from the bed. “Is that you?”’
“It’s me,” he said and climbed in beside her.
“How’d it go?” she asked sleepily.
“Fine,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”
She murmured and then closed her eyes. In a moment, she was asleep, and so was he. It’d been a long day and he was exhausted. He didn’t know how long he slept, but he was having the dream again. In it, he was fucking her. He could see themselves doing it, fucking. It was so real it was surreal. He could see her throwing her head back with passion, her dark hair streaming behind her. He could see himself running his hands across her soft and full breasts and her touching his handsome face. And then, like in the dream, his hands were on her tits and ass as she lay snuggled up next to him. He felt her soft skin beneath his lips, warm and inviting.
It was all too tempting, all too much. He couldn’t control his urges, those primal urges we all get from time to time. He couldn’t control himself and the next thing he knew, he was pushing her long, soft t-shirt up over her hips and running his hand between her legs. She murmured again and went with it as he climbed over her and began to kiss her at her lips. She responded and opened her mouth.
That’s when he awoke. But he couldn’t stop. He kept kissing her, sliding his hand between her thighs. She began to ride his hand, then held it still, rubbing herself against it. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. They’d done this before, fallen asleep only to find themselves having sex a little later. They didn’t know why they did it or how it happened; they just accepted it and got off on it.
She grabbed his face, kissed him hard, then pushed him down until his face was buried between her legs. His mouth sucked against her wet pussy, which throbbed with hot lust, desire and longing. His teeth went around the crotch of the panties and he pulled at them, all the way down to her ankles and then off and onto the floor they went. He touched her smooth legs, stroked the backs of her firm thighs, and then licked the inside of her legs, then her wet pussy, which was all pink and shaven. It felt so good beneath his lips and hands.
He ate her for a moment until she murmured, “Now.”
She rose up onto all fours and thrust her ass towards his face. Doggie style. His favorite position.
“Come on and do it,” she moaned.
She gave him power. She gave him consent to give into his strong sexual urges. With her ass in his face, it made him feel needed. He suddenly felt like a man, the man, who was and willing—most certainly able—to give her what she wanted. A good, hard fucking.
“Now!” she grunted.
He squirmed out of his pajama bottoms and slid his hard cock into her. He went in slowly, to enjoy the feel of first contact. When he was all the way in, he moaned with intense pleasure. She slipped her arm around his ass and shoved him up next to her so she could get more friction. Her hips rose off the bed and his arms went around her waist and then they fucked. They fucked good and hard and with wild abandon and without a care, they fucked as a man and a woman should fuck, as if they couldn’t get enough of it, of this moment, of this very good, sensual time together.
She moaned and groaned and shook until he felt her hold on even more tightly and then let go as the orgasm took over her body, mind and soul. This signaled him that it was almost over and he let loose, ramming into her, feeling her pussy squeeze his dick and hold on tight. He wanted to call her name, shout it, but he couldn’t as he was so overcome with lust. So he grunted and rammed into her until he came into her.
When he was finished, they both fell down on the bed in silence, panting heavily. He listened to her heart beat inside her chest until she moved, fluffed her pillow, slapped his ass lightly and mumbled, “Good night.”
“’Night.”
The Three Mistakes
Candidate #1
The club was jam-packed with hot, sweaty, beautiful people who were dancing and rubbing up against each other in a most unusual way. I studied them for a moment, thinking that they looked like they were almost masturbating against each other, then yawned with disenchantment. I turned to my steady, Edward, and gave a small smile.
“How you doing, Sherry baby?” he whispered in my ear.
“Alright!” I yelled over the music, which made him laugh. “I’m going to the ladies room!”
He nodded vigorously, indicating he understood. I stared into his round brown eyes, took in his clean, business-type manner and thought about how much my mother would like him. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t that interested. He was fine and a good man, but he just didn’t make my heart thump. Wel
l, he did in the sack. Maybe that was all that mattered.
I sighed and stood, staring across the room for a moment. My eye caught red flannel and jeans. Roar. Purr. Now he was really, really good looking. He was tall, built. Soooooo good looking. He was staring back at me. I blinked and concentrated on his eyes. Yes, he was really staring at me. He reminded me of lumberjack or something. He just gave off that divine, masculine vibe. He also gave me this really intoxicating look which made me slightly uneasy. Now he made my blood pump. I could see him bending me over his knee, pushing my skirt up and giving me a good, hard slap to the ass before rubbing it gently. I could then see that hand moving my panties aside and touching me, making me want to come, making me want more and more of what he had to give. And then I could see him pushing me up and onto my hands and knees—
“You okay?!” Edward asked and touched my arm.
I nearly jumped out my skin. I’d been so immersed in a fantasy of that guy fucking me doggie style I had forgotten where I was. I managed to yell, “Fine! Be right back!”
I could feel the really, really good looking guy’s eyes on my back as I made my way towards the ladies room, conveniently set up next to the exit. I went in, did my business while listening to two women laugh hysterically about some guy’s pickup line, yawned and got the hell out of there quickly, lest I be drawn into the hysteria.
I was about to go back to Edward when a cool draft of air greeted me at the door. I felt invited and stepped outside, sat on the curb, and lit a cigarette. Not two seconds passed when I heard his voice. I tensed up with excitement and turned. My heart dropped a little when I saw that it was not the really, really good looking guy but a tall, lanky fellow with auburn hair dressed in hip urban fashion. He grinned a solid white grin and sat down beside me. His parents must have spent a fortune on his teeth.
“Nice night,” he said.
I nodded.
“Nice night,” he said again. He pointed to the sky. “Is that Polaris?”
I looked up for the bright star in the sky and shook my head. “No, that’s a jet.”
He chuckled and turned his full attention from the stars to me. I ran my hand through my long brown hair and wondered if he preferred blondes. I was conscious of my freckles and worried that my eye makeup was running from the intense heat inside the club. I wondered if he thought I was a knockout or some ordinary chick. Edward always said I was a knockout, but what did he know?
“You’re right,” he said, putting emphasis on you.
“Uh huh,” was all I could think of to say.
“Like this place?” he asked casually.
I began to feel brave, adventurous. “You can do better than that.”
“I don’t understand…” he said trailing off.
I turned and faced him, “If you’re going to hit on me, I mean. Don’t give me some bullshit line and expect me to fall for it. Just ask me. I mean, if you’re going to hit on me, then hit on me. Why not try your luck?”
He cleared his throat, staring at the top of my heels intensely for a moment before turning to stare into my eyes. “Ever had sex in a car before?”
“That’s more like it,” I said.
“Well, have you?”
I considered his question. I shook my head. “No, you know, I never have.”
We smiled at each other for a long moment, and then stood. Was I going to do this? I never did anything like this. I wasn’t a slut, not really. Sure, I liked to let loose in the bedroom, but I liked to stay inside the confines of a relationship. However, that was getting boring. It was getting old. I was feeling caged in, like an animal. Did I dare?
“Why don’t we try it?” he asked
“Why don’t we?” I replied.
I must say sex in a car is vastly overrated—if it’s even rated at all, which I’m not even sure it is. We began in the customary position, him on top, me on bottom. But that was very limiting. I couldn’t move. I sat up and pushed him off of me.
“You should have bought a bigger car,” I told him.
He straddled my body again and scooted me to the middle of the seat. “It’s not that small.”
“It’s too fucking small,” I said.
He shrugged and began to kiss me, rising up for a moment to say, “Besides, it’s not my car.”
I didn’t catch what he said, but, then again, what did it matter? I pulled his head back to mine and our lips locked, then opened and he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned softly and thought about how that tongue could be better served someplace else. Someplace...south.
His hand went under my shirt and, with expertise, unsnapped my bra, which made my breasts hang heavily until his large hands cupped them, pushing them together and squeezing them gently. His mouth found its way to my nipple and sucked on it, running his tongue over it then holding it between his teeth for a moment as I pushed his head closer to my tits. Ahh...that felt so good.
His hand went between my legs and down into my skinny jeans, then inside of my panties. One finger stroked my clit until it throbbed and ached. It gave me so much pleasure, I could have come just from that touch. But I wanted more. Much, much more.
“Ahh, ahh…” I moaned and pushed his head between my legs.
He opened his mouth and sucked on my crotch through my jeans. I kept pushing at his head until he unzipped my pants, pulled off my wet white cotton panties and dove in.
My back arched and my hands flew over my head and pushed at the rear view window. I couldn’t help but moan, “Ahhh… Ooooh…God!” Then I almost screamed from the pleasure. His whole mouth seemed to engulf my cunt, from top to bottom and his large tongue lay flat for a moment then went inside and stroked my inner walls wickedly. My thighs squeezed his head and my naked ass came off the seat as I pushed myself on him, on his face. His five o’clock shadow was coarse and it scratched my thighs in the most pleasurable way. I rubbed my pussy all over his face and he responded by licking and sucking at it. Then I just took his head and held it steady and found the movement I was seeking. Up and down the length of his nose my pussy went. I rode his face like it was a mechanical bull between my legs until I came and came hard. I came with bolts of lightning, wildfire, all of my energy into that one explosion that left me feeling a little… Well, a little exhausted.
My heart thumped loudly as I stared at him and said, “You certainly have that down.”
He grinned and pulled my face to his and our lips locked. I could taste my own female taste on his lips.
I opened my eyes and asked, “Did you say something about this not being your car or did I misunderstand you?”
He began to kiss my neck. “No, it’s not my car.”
“Whose car is it?”
“I dunno,” he muttered and tried to kiss me.
“What the hell you mean you don’t know?”
“I just don’t know,” he said. “It could be anybody’s.”
I realized that we could be sitting in an elderly couple’s car. An elderly couple who might have a heart attack on the spot at the sight of two nearly naked people fucking in their backseat.
“Shit!” I yelled and pulled my jeans up. “I can’t believe you!”
He grabbed my arm. “Where are you going? We’re not done yet.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I muttered. I didn’t even look at him and leaned against the front seat and opened the door.
STRIKE ONE.
Candidate #2
Edward didn’t make mention at my disheveled state. I had snapped my bra back and combed my hair in the ladies room and grabbed a drink on my way back. I sat beside him without a word and glanced at my watch. I had only been gone for about twenty minutes and in those twenty minutes I had peed, gotten some good head and managed to get a mai tai. Now that was efficient.
“Wanna dance?” he hollered.
“No thanks!” I hollered back and put my hand on his thigh. I was already beginning to feel guilty over my behavior. I don’t even know why I’d done that. Why ha
d I done that? That wasn’t like me. But I knew why. I was bored with Edward, that’s why. He put his hand on my thigh, running it up to my crotch.
I smiled, he smiled back. He wanted it. So soon after I’d just fucked some guy in a car that didn’t belong to either of us? What the hell was going on? Was I up for this? I stared into his eyes, then glanced at his so-cute face and thought, “Why the hell not? Life’s short.” I finished off my mai tai and then allowed him to take my hand and lead me out. I wasn’t sure of what he had in mind because we rarely made any public display of affection, so I was curious as he led me down a hall I hadn’t noticed before and to a door. Once he opened the door, I saw some brooms and mops and various cleaning supplies. It looked nasty and uninviting.
“It’s the janitor’s closet,” he said and grinned.
“Ya think?” I asked and rolled my eyes. “It’s kinda gross.”
“Come on,” he said. “It’ll be fun.”
He rushed inside and then pulled me in and quickly shut the door. He sat down on a bucket that was turned upside down and pulled me onto his lap quickly and with excitement. I went with him, getting a kick out of him being so keyed up about this. Why not mix it up a little? So, I straddled him and we began to kiss. I briefly wondered if I should have locked the door, or if it even had a lock, but I didn’t concentrate on it.
His hands were under my shirt lifting my bra over my breasts and squeezing them, and then his head was under my shirt licking, biting gently and with intensity at my nipples.
I moaned and the guy from the car, the janitor’s closet we were in and the entire club disappeared from my mind. All I concentrated on was my pleasure. Then I remembered I had forgotten my panties on the floor of the car. I began to panic, glancing from his hand which was just at the top of my jeans to the doorknob, halfway hoping someone would come in because Edward knew me well enough to know I always wore panties.
