I tried to hold out, to tease him, torture him with the thought of my creamy cunt stretching around his pulsing head and sinking onto his lap, but I couldn’t. I needed him inside of me as much as he did. I dipped the tip of his dick in my hole and felt a pang of lust electrify my entire body. I shoved my pussy down on his cock and sunk his entire length inside of me.
Darren grunted and arched his back, lifting his hips to meet mine. My cunt was completely full and my muscles tightened around his shaft uncontrollably. I started bouncing wildly up and down on his lap, impaling myself over and over again, moaning like a siren and feeling the power well up inside of me again.
When he moved to grasp my hips, I slapped his hands away. Darren reached out again and again I slapped at him but this time he was too fast. He grabbed my wrists tightly and forced them behind my back. Man I was loving this. I had always been turned off by rough sex but this was heavenly. Perhaps it was because we were both enjoying it. Usually the man tried to manhandle me when I wasn’t in the mood for it which left me very unsatisfied. Not this time.
He pulled roughly on my arms, forcing me to arch my back and jut my heavenly breasts into his face. Darren worked my tits like an artist. He licked and sucked my hard nipples so fucking good that I nearly came from the electrical pleasure that shot from my sensitive buds. I wailed madly when he nipped at them with his teeth. Darren is such a naughty boy!
I pumped my hips faster, forward and back, sliding his raging meat in and out of my slimy pussy. I could feel the lust storming inside of me, like a terrible inferno trying to consume every last inch of my flesh. I knew I would cum soon but wanted it to last forever.
Darren released my wrists and grabbed my tits. He squeezed them hard, sending pain to mix with the pleasure that flooded through me. I reached forward and grabbed the back of the couch and pulled, shoving chest into his face and pinning him against the cushioned back. I smothered him with my large tits, trying to suffocate the life out of him. I could feel his cock expanding inside of me, tell me he was about to blow his wad.
“You’re going to give me that promotion, aren’t you?” I demanded as I fucked him with every ounce of bitter hate I’d harbored through the years.
His words were muffled between my breasts so he simply nodded.
“Starting today?” I said as I shifted gears and started bobbing my silky ass on his lap. I was so fucking close I could taste it.
Again he nodded then I came. My orgasm hit with the fury of a thousand devils. My pussy erupted in a gush of my hot juices, spewing all over his thick cock and thighs. On cue, Darren came too. My juices mixed with his sizzling jizz and churned into a delicious, creamy cocktail of lust and anger, flowing from my wet, convulsing pussy and dripping down his swollen balls.
When our orgasms subsided, I simply thanked him and got dressed. He stared at me in shock and desire. I’m sure he never expected any of this from such a good girl. When I left his office, a dozen sets of eyes fixed on me from an array of cubicles. I simply licked my lips and disappeared down the hall. The corporate ladder may be a bitch, but sometimes moving up was so fucking sweet.
A Date to Remember
by Ellie Soap
Themes: rough sex; public sex
Jenny finished uploading a photograph of herself, a flirtatious shot of her at the New Year’s party, Graham conveniently cropped out of the photo, and sat back to view her profile. She had just set up her account on a dating website. She felt a little bit excited, a little bit dangerous. Her profile was good – she looked sexy in the photo with her cute new cropped hairstyle and the dark green mini-dress which flattered her curvy but trim figure perfectly. It had been a few months now since the split from Graham, and she was more than ready to move on.
Over the next few days, her excitement was replaced by disappointment and anxiety – one forty year old construction worker, an overweight IT technician, and a young and fairly attractive man who unfortunately described himself as a ‘sci-fi whizz and part-time Casanova’ were the only nibbles she had received on her profile. What if she never found the right person? After a disastrous year-long relationship with a man who had not only been callous and insensitive but had also cheated on her with at least half the city, she was wondering if she simply wasn’t attractive to men.
Granted, the sex with Graham had been good – heaven knew he was getting a lot of practice elsewhere. She still felt a thrill of arousal when she thought about the time he had started fingering her on the train, the rush-hour crowd shielding their activities from view. Not many men could make her come four times in a row, either, and Graham had certainly broken all records in that department – they had gone through more than one mattress with the number of broken springs they had accrued. He had been a lousy human being, granted – but she was terrified she would never experience sex like that again now that he was gone. She certainly wasn’t going to get it from any of these mediocre hopefuls.
Just as she was about to shut her laptop in disgust, however, a new message popped up in her inbox. Immediately she clicked on it, and was presented with a photograph of a very handsome man in his early thirties, with dark gray eyes, a chiseled face with just the right amount of stubble, and soft honey-brown hair. So far, so good. She scrolled downwards. He was in advertising – that was another box ticked; enjoyed cooking – excellent, she was more of a ramen-level cook; liked biking, skiing and rock climbing – that was sexy, he was clearly athletic. As she read through his literature preferences and his personal message to her, which was witty and self-deprecating, she had to hold back her excitement. Sam Bonnefoy sounded ideal for her – even the hint at a French heritage was mysterious and compelling; immediately she began typing a message in reply.
Over the next few days she was wholly engrossed in the exchange of messages between them – it seemed like he was the perfect man! He was funny and smart, and their personalities seemed to mesh perfectly. It wasn’t long before he had invited her to meet him at a classy Chinese restaurant which was a comfortable distance from her home. She didn’t hesitate in accepting, only worrying about whether she would still fit into her slinky black dress after all the Graham-induced comfort food sessions.
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Entering the restaurant in her short, perfectly fitted dress, which excess snacking had luckily not rendered unwearable, Jenny was nervous and wary. It wouldn’t be the first time if it turned out that the photo and the reality did not match, and she was trying not to be too hopeful as she scanned the restaurant for a fatter, balder version of Sam’ photo. It didn’t take Jenny long to spot him, but when she did, she was in for a surprise. He waved at her from a secluded corner table, where he was reclining slightly, clad in a gorgeous charcoal grey suit which was obviously tailor-made. She was delighted – he was even more attractive in person, tall and well-built with a wide smile his picture did not do justice to. She felt anticipation curl in the pit of her stomach, a low-burning flame of excitement. She already knew that this date was going to go well.
“You must be Jenny – even cuter than in your photo,” he greeted her. “Here – I thought I should bring you something, and I know you aren’t fond of chocolate, and you said your favorite color was red, so…” He gave her a single red rose. She took it, elated at the fact that he remembered the tidbits she had confided in him during their message exchange.
“I was so nervous,” she confessed immediately. “I thought I might end up on a date with a short bald man.”
“I hate it when that happens,” Sam grimaced. “I’ve arranged more than one blind date which turned out to be a short bald man.” Jenny laughed, thrilling with the fact that he was funny and easy to talk to.
“Shall we look at the wine list?” Sam offered. “On me, of course.”
Conversation flowed as the wine was poured, and Jenny found herself more and more taken with Sam as the date continued. Before the end of the first course, she had already imagined what it would be like to go to bed with him. His scent was subtl
e but intoxicating, a slight hint of cologne combined with a bold, masculine spiciness which was making her feel warm and aroused. He met her eyes again and smiled at her over the rim of his wine glass; she felt her entire body tingling as she looked into his deep gray eyes.
The chemistry began to mount as a selection of dishes for sharing were brought to the table, some more familiar choices like egg-fried rice and crispy seaweed, some more exotic, such as a shrimp dish and some sort of steamed dumplings. Catching her eyeing the shrimp speculatively, Sam picked up a piece of food expertly with his chopsticks and held it to her lips. She took it slowly into her mouth, meeting his eyes as she sensuously licked her plump ruby lips. She could sense from the way he looked at her hungrily that this date was going to end well.
As she tried to lift a bite of seaweed to her lips, Jenny felt a thrill of excitement as Sam’s knee brushed her. It was brief – it might have been an accident – but a few seconds later it happened again, and this time, he slowly rubbed his leg over her bare calf, the slightly rough but warm material stroking along her silky skin sending a rush of arousal through her body at the contact. Looking at his face to see if it had been an accident, she saw the smallest of smirks ghosting his lips. Biting back her own smile, Jenny slipped discreetly out of her heels and began to rub her naked foot teasingly up the leg of his pants.
By the time the table was cleared and dessert arrived, Jenny wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand it – she knew that she wanted him, and that her need was too strong for her to be sensible and wait for a second date. He had subtly shifted closer to her, and for the last ten minutes his left hand had been sensuously stroking up and down her bare thigh, skimming the hemline of her none too long dress. She felt goose bumps rising on her bare arms, and even as he slung his delicious-smelling jacket over her shoulders, she felt his thumb brush the inside of her thigh, just grazing the fabric of her panties. Thank heaven she had worn a good pair tonight! She was sure that he could feel the moisture that was pooling between her thighs, and part of her wanted him to push his broad, thick fingers between her slick folds right there in the restaurant.
Jenny could hardly eat her dessert as the teasing continued. It was less of a question between them now whether to wait for a second date, and more of a dilemma as to whether they could make it back to either of their apartments before they tore each other’s clothes off. When Sam met her eyes and threw some bills down on the table, heading towards the bathrooms, Jenny knew that she was supposed to follow him. But – was she really going to do this? She had never done something as risky as this before, but the thought of having sex with an almost-stranger in the back of a restaurant – it sent a rush of arousal through her just thinking about it, but there was also a burning feeling of apprehension. Stalling, she opened one of the fortune cookies that their waiter brought back with the change – the message inside settled the matter:
Don’t be afraid to take a risk
Throwing the napkin on the table and discreetly checking her breath, Jenny followed Sam to the bathrooms – but he was not in either one. Confused, she wondered for a moment if he had left. But then she heard him calling to her from the fire escape.
“They won’t come back here,” Sam whispered, leading her onto a narrow balcony with steps leading to street level. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny could see the busy street not too far away. Apart from the few Chinese-style bushes at the front of the restaurant, there was nothing to stop any passer-by looking up and seeing them, if their attention was attracted by any noise, or just idle curiosity. Jenny found herself enjoying this added thrill.
He captured her lips immediately, pulling her body close to his and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, his warm fingers digging into the soft curve of her waist. She felt a swell of arousal as she felt his already rock hard cock pressing against her stomach. His kiss was passionate and demanding, his lips caressing hers sensually. They were so soft, and his taste was so delicious – a slight but pleasant hint of the food he had just eaten, combined with a natural flavor which was something between honey and spice. It was delicious, and she sighed with satisfaction, drinking it in as his tongue pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She invited him in eagerly, twining her own tongue around his in an eager dance, loving the flavor of him, loving what he was doing to her, caressing, licking, exploring.
Their passionate kiss continued, and she pressed in closer to him, feeling the hard, masculine contours of his body, feeling the boldly defined abdomen under his shirt. She moaned into the kiss as she felt his hands exploring her curves, moving over her ass and squeezing, pulling her dress up a little so he could stroke her thighs. She practically melted at the light, sensuous touch to her sensitive skin, desperate for more, but reluctant for the gentle teasing to stop. Her thighs were her biggest weakness, and the soft circular caress of his fingers against the milky satin of her flesh was incredible. She felt her pussy throbbing, already highly aroused by his ministrations.
She began to do her own exploring, her desire to touch his warm, toned flesh almost overpowering. She ran her hands up his shirt and marveled at how strong and defined his muscles were, how broad his chest. She ran her hands up the length of it, enjoying the feel of his heated skin under her cool fingers, the soft line of hair spanning from his chest right down to the top of his pants. She longed to follow it lower, to grip his throbbing, pulsing cock in her fingers and stroke down the length, see him shudder with pleasure...
Apparently he was going as mad with desire as she was, because he grabbed her right around her sensitive thighs, the strong grip of his fingers causing her to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. It felt so good, his strong hands gripping her, lifting her up to sit against the railings, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. From her perch, she was acutely aware that the door was ajar – closing it might trap them out on the fire escape! But anyone could come to investigate at any moment and discover them, her bare legs wrapped wantonly around his waist, her skirt hitched up around her waist. It gave her a thrill of excitement, added to the danger and the novelty of this situation. Down below, she knew, anyone looking up would get a perfect view of her exposed, shapely ass. The idea was arousing but terrifying, and she pulled Sam into another kiss, this one more passionate and desperate than the first.
He broke the kiss just as she was getting light-headed from the lack of air and the glorious sensation of his lip against hers, his tongue plundering her mouth and his teeth playfully nipping at her lower lip. She moaned loudly as he reapplied his talented mouth to her neck, applying hot, fiery, open-mouthed kisses to the delicate white skin. Half panicked and half steeped in pleasure, she wondered if anyone had heard them. Craning her neck further to give him access, she caught a glimpse of the street below – heads bowed, the passers-by walked on with no idea what was happening just a few meters over their heads.
The passionate kisses sent sensation tingling through her body, and she gasped as he nipped and sucked at her collarbone. The ministrations were hungry and ardent, but there was a playful side to them which had been missing with Graham’s overwhelming domination. What thrilled her most was that he was taking his time, appreciating her body and exploring it thoroughly, enjoying the feast of smooth alabaster skin which was offered to him. It added to the erotic atmosphere that although anyone could discover them at any moment, he seemed in no hurry to finish quickly. The urgency and sense of panic she felt was heightened both by his relaxed attitude and his talented mouth sucking and laving at her sensitive flesh.
Soon she was throbbing with desire under his hot, moist mouth, her entire body heated and begging, her pussy aching and dripping with need, almost screaming with the anticipation of the hot, thick cock which would be filling it. Sam was working his way down her throat, licking her pulse with slow, rough strokes of his tongue, and reaching the top of her breasts, kissing the soft swell of flesh with loving reverence.
Pushing down the straps of her dress, Sam exp
osed her pert breasts and pebbled nipples to the night air. Her naked back was exposed to the street, while anyone peeking out to see what was amiss with the fire escape would have a full view of am cupping and squeezing one shapely breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb, whilst taking the other into his mouth, biting and laving, sucking the taut, needy flesh. Jenny was beyond caring if they were discovered – she never wanted this incredible sensation to stop. Her breasts were sensitive and straining, sending waves of pleasure straight down to her dripping pussy, making her dizzy with arousal. She bit back another groan as he nipped playfully down on her swollen, sensitive flesh once more, sucking the rosy bud between his lips.
Needing more, desperate to have him encased in her fiery heat, Jenny thrust her hips against him, causing them both to groan as his erection pressed into the moist heat of her pussy. Supporting her back with one hand, Sam leaned her over the balcony as he very slowly pulled off the soaked scrap of lacy underwear. Showing the little scrap of material to her, he tossed it over the edge and onto the street below. Astonished at this action, Jenny gasped, unbelievably aroused yet beside herself with terror lest they were caught! Leaning around to look, her eyes widened in horror and excitement as she saw the little scrap of sex-scented lace lying in the top of one of the Chinese-style bushes.
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