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THE AWAKENING
I awoke remembering last night. Even though he knows my holes are his, my body is his, for whenever he needs me... whenever he wants me, he recognize my exhaustion from college and didn't require sex. All he wanted was to embrace me, skin-to-skin, spooning me to sleep in his strong arms.
Still in this position, I pushed my butt against him, wanting to be as close as possible. Wait... what...when? His cock was nestled deep in my pussy! He is still sleep, but as always, even the slightest stimulation from me and I feel his cock pulse... swell within me. The feeling of his starting to fill me... stretch me without any movement triggers a flow of my juices to welcome this unexpected intrusion.
That's the way of us. The sight of my bare legs as I prance through the room, the flash of my nipples when I bend over wearing a loose oversized t-shirt of his, my placing my legs across his lap when we're on the couch - my studying, he working on his computer - all of these, any of these, and he goes instantly hard, his bulge throbbing as though he aches to be in me. For me, all it takes is his voice. It doesn't even have to be about how much he wants me, though it often is, and my panties are instantly drenched.
Now, here we are, still not having shaken off the shroud of drowsiness from a good night's, and the fire of intensity of our desire is flooding though us. He begins to move - slow, deliberate thrusts of his hips. The clenching of my pussy around his submerged cock shakes him from his slumber. His arm already around me, pulls me closer, his fingers quickly going to my nipples which he loves. They harden under his touch. He literally growls in my ear, a sound I'm used to hearing during our intense times of fucking, while my first sounds of the day is a deep inhale followed by a moan accompanying the exhale. His hands are all over me, claiming me as his own as the pace of his thrusts escalate. There in the spawning light of a new day, we both explode in the first tremors of ecstacy. The first of many to follow.
"No, no, Baby Girl, open your eyes. You don't want to miss seeing how my friends can't stop stroking their cocks. They love watching you on my lap, legs spread, cunnie dripping from the way I caress your clit. The way you hump my hand, seeking my fingers to fill your sweet pussy is driving them wild. Seeing how turned on you are, your head lolled back on my shoulder, mouth agape, drool slipping from the corner of your luscious lips makes them so eager to fill your mouth as well as your tight, warm cunt. Yes, enjoying watching them before I unleash them on you. "
"Enjoy!"
It's been three days... I'd promised, no threatened to return. Fear was transformed into desire that night as never before had a tongue provide such pleasure between your thighs. Never before had you been filled to such ecstasy. Even now, your pussy clenching around emptiness brings tears of sorrow and longing to your eyes. You fall asleep, touching, and it extends into your dreams - until you are awakened with a sharp pain on your nipple. Your mind fog clears as another clamp is applied to your other nipple. You try to rise, but instead of ropes this time, two sets of strong hands hold you fast to the bed.
"Sorry for the delay, but it took a while to arrange a surprise for you. My friends were all too eager to enjoy your wet pussy after I told them how wet you get and how delicious you taste. "
You glance over at the two masked men holding you down, their masks their only clothing, their erect cocks staring you in the face. Even as my fingers slide into you to warm you up, you relax into the dream that has come true....
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Mirror, Mirror
Sitting here on the floor in a pool of my juices. My Squirt is splattered on the mirror where my feet are propped. I stare at the girl looking back at me, with her fingers buried in her cunt, and wonder, “Who are you, really?” Three months ago this would have been unconscionable, my introverted self was even too self-conscious to wear a bikini at the beach. And now? Now I can't wait to post the video and read the comments?
Who I am will have to wait.
Lunch Break
If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.
I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.
My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”
“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”
“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”
A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”
“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”
With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.
Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.
To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.
The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.
Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”
I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.
“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.
My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.
Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.
I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.
It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.
You wake to my touch, my fingers glistening from my juices; I caress your face.
“Open your mouth Pet…” my nails easing between your lips, across your tongue, down your throat - sucking them clean while I start grinding against your thigh; using your sleepy body to cum before getting up and starting my day - leaving you used, messy, wet & unsatisfied.
your peaceful, sleeping face would look even better covered in my cum