… I’d suck you the second you close the door.
I am wearing my red satin robe and nothing else. My hair is freshly washed, my pussy is freshly shaven, and I am close to jumping out of my skin. My abdomen has been tight since you called to say you are coming over, and my juices are leaking ever so slightly down my thighs. I’m slippery and more than ready for you.
I pull the robe closed, but don’t tie it when you knock on the door. You stop a little, seeing me like this, and damn, is it cold outside. The wind sneaks in the house and up my body, and I can feel my nipples getting even stiffer from the temperature change. The soft satin drags over them as I move to let you in. I didn’t use to have sensitive breasts, but you always pinch and twist my nipples, I got used to being excited by it, so the caress is a nice reminder of what is to come. The second you close the door, I step in, letting my robe flutter open, and press myself into your body. Your clothes are so cold they make me shiver, but you immediately answer my greedy kiss, so the shiver ends up settling between my legs. And speaking of, my hand automatically goes to your groin. You are hard, the length of you almost waiting to push back against my palm. I suppose you’ve been running this in your mind for as long as I have.
“Hello,” you finally say when my fingers are already working your belt loose.
“Take your clothes off.” Not in the mood to be polite. I’d much rather you grab my hair, pull my head back and start kissing my neck and tits.
I drop to my knees, pulling your jeans and boxers down with me. The floor is cold under my knees, and I wish I thought about that before, but I can’t be bothered. Your dick springs up, hard and already leaking precum, and you give a soft moan. God, you are gorgeous. I briefly consider grabbing you and shoving you all the way down my throat directly, but I’d just choke. Instead, I put my tongue out and start gently licking the underside of your shaft. I go all the way down to your balls, over which I quickly swirl my tongue and suck them into my mouth. I trail my hand over your now bare abdomen before circling the base of your dick. Time to start the fun. I pull your cock ever so slightly down to give myself better access, release your balls with a rather loud, wet pop that makes me smile, and lick my way back up. I stop at the very tip, my taste buds exploding with the taste of your precum. And then I start moving my tongue. No lips, no hand, just my tongue, lapping at the sensitive head until I hear you mutter that delighted “fuck, bitch”. I stop for a second then, lick my lips, and take you properly into my mouth, my tongue ever so slightly out to wet you, make you slide easier, and my lips tight against your skin. I press myself into you, too far, to fast, as always, and I have to stop for a second, your dick deep inside, to fight the need to choke. I come back up, pop you out of my mouth, lick you up and down until the sensation subsides. And then I do it again. Just a little bit, just too much. I think you can feel my throat starting to contract around you, because you never push, even though you are getting more vocal by now, and your hand is fisted tightly in my hair. I look up at you and smile before settling into a nice rhythm, my tongue pressing tighter against your cock as I suck you in, my lips tightening with more suction as I retreat, and my hand following it with a harder squeeze.
I think about the full-length mirror behind me. I consider pushing my robe to the side, arching my back and shoving a couple fingers in my wet pussy. You would love watching me masturbate as I suck your dick. I wonder if my moans would make your blowjob feel more pleasurable. But that’s not my style. I don’t like my own fingers inside me, only yours, and I’d find it hard to concentrate on sucking properly. Not that you ever complain. Whenever I enjoy your fingers enough to abandon your cock, you only seem to finger me harder.
You fist your hand in my hair and pull me back. It’s an unexpected move, and I make a sound of protest before your dick completely slips out of my mouth, to which you smile.
“Should we move somewhere more comfortable?”
Part of me wants to say no, I want to make you shoot your hot come down my throat right where you stand. But to be honest my body is not thrilled with the position. You’re always so considerate. I stand up, replacing my mouth with my hand around your cock, and kiss you, before angling for my open bedroom door. You somehow kick your shoes and jeans away as you follow me, our lips still locked, your hands moving over my hips and down my ass. Your fingers slip lower, and I moan loudly when you touch my pussy. I’m painfully wet by now, and the position pulls me tight against your hard cock. I can feel its wet tip pressing against my belly. I wish it was lower. When the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I just let myself fall backwards, legs really far apart. I’m not verbally begging you to fuck me already, but I think my body does a decent job.
Your fingers start rubbing lightly, and I almost squirm at the touch. You’re going to take forever now, aren’t you? My clit is thrilled with the treatment, obviously, but my pussy is screaming already.
I try to sit up, hungry for your cock again already, but you only let me go halfway before you push me back on the bed. I make a sound of protest, but the sudden movement is quite thrilling. It doesn’t hurt that your other hand hasn’t stopped rubbing my sensitive clit. My hips move on their own, trying to drag your fingers downwards. I sit up again, and you don’t push me back, but place a hand on my shoulder and keep me there when I’m only reclining.
“I want your dick.”
“I know. You’ll have it in a minute. You have to wait for it. Go up.”
I scoot over, giving you space to kneel on the bed. My legs fall even wider open, my feet resting on your hips. The look of your hard cock so close to my pussy is maddening, and my body arches towards yours of its own accord.
You stop playing with my clit. Your hand comes down hard on my ass, making me gasp. “Wait, bitch.” And then you shove two fingers inside my tight pussy. I cry out a delighted ‘fuck’ and close my eyes against the intensity of the sensation. You push your fingers all the way inside first, once, twice, take them out to spread the juice around my already soaked pussy, and when you put them inside again, you curl your fingers upwards. I moan loudly as my muscles tighten around you. You just started, but I can already feel my orgasm start to build.
“Umm that’s a good girl. You’re so wet for me. Did you masturbate before I came?” I bite my lips against a scream as you change the angle of your hand, driving your fingers harder into my G-spot. Your knuckles are starting to put pressure on my ass as well as they pulse in and out. I can only shake my head no at your question. “No, you wanted my fingers in your sweet pussy, didn’t you? Do you want my dick inside? Do you want me to fuck you?”
A shudder passes through me. A light orgasm, making me gush some more in preparation of what is to come. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and my fingers find my nipples and squeeze, trying to soothe the ache in them. My body is coiling in expectation. Your free hand caresses my leg lightly before taking it and placing it on your shoulder. I must have been pushing against your hip. The new angle opens me up a little and your fingers slide in deeper, faster, making me whimper.
“That’s it. Let it go, baby. Come for me.”
“I’m… I’m gonna squirt,” I whisper. My pussy is burning, the liquid starting to gather.
You don’t answer, but your fingers press even deeper. That’s all I need. I explode. My spine pops loudly as it jerks my body upwards, then violently back against the bed. My pussy tightens once, and starts pulsing rhythmically, pushing against your fingers, squeezing my juices past them. I hear you swear. I wish I could see your reaction to me, but I’m tearing up from the intensity. You take your fingers out, and I can feel more shoot out of me, but as I tighten I already feel empty.
I would protest, but you don’t give me time. The hand you had on my leg moves to my hip, and you press hard downwards as you shove your dick into me. Fuck, you have no idea how good it feels to be filled. I scream, and you promptly cover my mouth with your hand, smearing my juices all over my face. I smell… sweet, the musky kind, and my mouth opens a little so I can taste it better. A finger immediately finds its place inside, the flavour opening and bursting across the back of my mouth. You start pumping your hips, not too fast, but hard enough to feel your balls slapping against my body on every thrust. Your stiff cock presses against my inner walls, but doesn’t quite give me the stimulation from before. It’s a difficult angle to get it, so I twist around, following the tingling feeling in my pussy that says I’m on the right track for the next orgasm.
As soon as my ass leaves the mattress, you give it a hard smack, the resulting shudder shoving me straight into your pounding cock. It hits exactly right this time, and I moan, trying to settle into the position despite my muscles screaming at the stretch. You slap me again, even harder. My skin is starting to smart, but your fingers trace between my legs, catch some moisture and start rubbing it into my ass. First on the cheeks, but as soon as you feel me relaxing, you trail down between them. You just trace my asshole for a second, your thumb pressing against the tight entrance. And then you push inside. A single finger, gently, slowly, up to the first knuckle before you extract it to trail it between my ass and my pussy, letting more liquid build up and pool in the hole. You push your finger all the way inside this time.
I don’t know what does it. The friction itself, the contrast between your hard dick slamming into my pussy and the gentle probing of my ass, the knowledge that you probably feel your own cock through the thin tissue inside me… or maybe just the fact that you didn’t ask before you fucked me, before you did anything even though it’s never been like this – the fact that you act like my pussy and ass belong to you, like you own me… which you totally do. The orgasm hits harder this time, and more unexpected. My muscles are so tight, my abdomen already hurting from my last one, that there is no marked warning, just the sudden feeling of release, with even more muscles contracting so hard it’s painful. And you fuck me through it, draw it out, until I almost want to tell you to stop, but of course I never would. I love the sounds you make, some of them whispers that get me even hotter, some just unarticulated moans of pleasure. For my part, I just scream, enjoying the feeling of your hand over my mouth, and try to ride it out. My body relaxes slowly as it finishes, dripping limply into place to let you enjoy yourself too.
You last mere seconds longer. I think you were just holding on for me to finish. You disentangle yourself from my legs, push my leg down and climb higher up the bed and stand over me. I wish I could start sucking you properly, get you to finish in my mouth, but I don’t have the coordination after that mindblowing fuck. You grab my hair and yank my head up, and even after all this I moan at the sensation. Your other hand goes around your dick and starts pumping it, fast. I close my eyes and put my tongue out. When your come shoots out, only a little finds it, most of the hot strings landing on my cheeks and chin, and dribbles down. I wonder if I have some in my hair. I don’t dislike the possibility. You finish properly, wipe the tip of your cock against my tongue, and roll out from over me.
“Excuse you, some help?” I mutter, not daring to move. I tentatively try to open an eye, and nothing sticky falls into it. So far so good.
“Yes, let’s clean this mess together.”
You lean over, your fingers gathering your come and scooping it into my open mouth, while you come to kiss my other cheek, your tongue coming out to lick some of it. I shiver. You have no idea how sexy it is that you’re so okay with tasting yourself on me. Fuck, I so wish you’d just come into my wet pussy and lick me clean, lick me until I squirt and drench your face in our juices combined.
“This was. So. Fucking. Good,” I whisper, settling in your arms, against your chest once I’m relatively clean.
“Good.” You kiss me, tightening your hug. “I think we even have time for round two before we have to get ready for class.”
My eyes pop open at the suggestion. I am fucking sore, and yet my pussy clenches automatically at the possibility.