gamesmachine:

I love her body. Especially her ass. I always have. Always will. I just love my Princess’ taunt, little ass.

I have nothing against her breasts. They’re beautiful too. Smooth mounds under a top with a teasing neckline. Or their fleshy orbs rolling and jiggling as I thrust myself deep inside her again and again, her legs spread in welcome.

But there is just something so special … so mesmerising about a sweet-sweet feminine ass.

I love to have my Baby Girl lay naked on her belly, her head resting on crossed arms. I lay beside her, my head propped on one bent arm so that I can gaze down her back to where the curve of her ass cheeks proudly rise. I reach out and my fingers dance across her back, sweeping back and forth, up and down. I kiss her shoulder, my lips soft … moist … tender. I trace the outlines that are the edges of her bones and the curves of her muscles beneath her flesh. I kiss her shoulder again then rest my head there as I lean my body against hers; my chest against her side, my crotch against her thigh, my pulse making me throb.

I continue to draw lines across her back as the heat of our bodies mingle. I hear her sigh. Listen to her breath. Time ticks by … warm moments … lingering minutes.

I lean up and plant delicate kisses across her shoulder blades. This causes me to press firmer against her … my growing manhood pulsing against her thigh.

I rest my head on her shoulder once more.

My fingers dance down to play at the small of her back, that little dip just before the sensual curves of her ass rise up. Gazing down her body I admire their delicate shape, their smooth flow. I trace the edges of her spine … her waist lines. Over and over my fingers dance. At intervals I raise up to kiss her back, my lips slowly traveling lower. My growing member presses against her … pulsing … throbbing.

Her shallow breaths are interspersed with quiet moans … content sighs. Her body starts to shift with its building heat. Her legs slide upon the sheet, they part slightly, pressing her thigh against me.

My fingers dance up … down. My lips kissing.

Eventually my fingers slip onto her ass to cup and fondle one beautiful cheek. They tense ever so slightly, pressing into her smooth flesh. Planting soft, moist kisses ever lower I caress her ass cheeks … massage them. I revel in the feel of them. Against her thigh I throb excitedly, my desire being fuelled.

Her body responds more. Her hips roll as she lifts her ass in offering to my touch. Her breathing grows more shallow … more laboured. Soft whimpers rattle her throat. Her legs part a little more, the one pressing against me intentionally.

For long, long minutes I rub and massage her beautiful ass … loving it … worshipping it. Sliding myself down I kiss her lower back, my lips gentle … tender. I can smell her growing arousal, the aroma is so … enthralling.

As I continue to adore her ass, her hips roll more and more. Her ass rises higher pressing herself into my touch. Her legs open further … further … further.

I slide over the one to lay between the pair and they open even further.

Now I am staring straight at her beautiful ass. It hovers before me, inches off the bed, rolling ever so slightly. I reach out and cup a cheek in each hand. My fingers tense as I gently squeeze. I lean in … kiss one beautiful orb … then the other. My fingers tensing, squeezing … Moulding her flesh I love her glorious orbs with more kisses during long minutes.

She responds.

Her body simmers. Her hips roll before me. The aroma of her arousal fills the air. She whimpers louder … moans mixing with her heavy breath. Her knees are bending, lifting her … raising her ass into the air.

My attentions shift with her. My hands … my kisses … slip downward to the spot where her beautiful ass meets her thighs. Cupping her cheeks here my thumbs extend inward, brushing at her flesh near her sex. My fingers tense, plying into her asscheeks. My lips kiss her. I inhale her sexual scent.

Shivering, she squirms before me, her breathing shallow, laboured. She whimpers and sighs as I continue loving her fleshy orbs while my thumbs draw tiny circles tantalisingly close to her pussy.

Now her knees are firmly beneath her, her ass raised as high as it will go. I pull back to admire the image before me. Her lovely ass hovering in the air, rolling so subtly with the passion burning inside her. Her legs spread in invitation. Between them her pussy glistening with her juices. Her labia are swollen with her desire, parting slightly in anticipation, her slit pink. This sight … this image is definitely one of the most beautiful images in the world; an aroused woman on her knees before me, my hands squeezing her firm ass cheeks as it sways before me, her pussy glistening wetly with her arousal … her desire … her need.

I throb with my own hunger.

My hands shift once more, my thumbs slipping to within millimetres of her pussy. My fingers tense, squeezing her ass harder. I lean forward, plant heated kisses where her lovely cheeks meet her thighs.

Her aroma fills the air with its incense. Her sighing whimpers are filled with unfulfilled contentment.

While my fingers continue to ply at her asscheeks I ever so gradually allow my thumbs and my lips to move closer … closer … closer to her sex. My digits reach it first. They massage her swollen lips, dip delicately between them to swirl in the juices wetting her slit. Then my lips brush against the bottom edge of her pussy. My tongue darts out, flickers between her open lips to taste her juices.

She whimpers. Her body tenses. Her ass reflexively pushes back into my hands.

My tongue darts out again and again, licking at her repeatedly with quick little laps that swipe at her wetness.

She whimpers. Her body quivering with the electricity shooting along her nerves.

After several minutes I pull away. Shifting, I rise up behind her on my own knees. Squeezing her ass with one hand, I grasp my cock in the other and tug on it a few times to ensure it is fully engorged. Then I guide myself to her.

Her anticipation makes it hard for her to hold still as I approach.

I guide myself between her legs, place the tip of my cock in her slit. Sliding it around I search for her opening. I find it … snuggle myself against it … press forward. Her walls open for me, my cockhead parting them as it enters her. I push forward, sliding inch after inch of myself deep inside her.

Her folds encircle me, their velvety glove hugging my shaft. Her wetness coats me … envelopes me.

I release myself, my hand returning to her ass so that I cup both beautiful cheeks as I bury myself inside her. My crotch mashes against her rear as I fill her. I hold myself there, our hips rolling and gyrating, grinding against each other. After a moment I pull back, withdraw a portion of myself, then press forward again. Once more I fill her, my cock stuffing her sex as I grind myself against her ass. I pull back again … press forward. Again and again I do this … back … forward … back. Slowly, steadily I build a rhythm … my hips rocking. I fuck her … my hard cock pistoning in and out of her.

Soon her swaying body finds my rhythm … matches it. Pumping herself back and forth she fucks my cock with her wet pussy.

I watch her beautiful ass rocking back and forth, watch her cheeks quiver and shimmy as our bodies smack into one another. I see her flesh mould under by squeezing fingers. Her entire body sways and rocks before me. Her head lulls, her hair shimmering. Her moans and whimpers mix with the wet sounds of our fucking to fill the air with their cascading music.

Our lust builds. Our hunger grows.

Humping … pumping … fucking … our rhythm builds. Our lust drives us. Our roiling desires making our bodies steam and our flesh shimmer with sheens of sweat.

Her moans grow louder … her whimpers heavier. She drives her ass back at me, shoves herself onto my cock again and again.

My own hips match her growing passion, rocking back and forth, driving myself into her faster … harder. My fingers dig into her ass, her flesh so warm as its moulded by my feral desire.

Eventually her pussy starts to clench around my pounding cock. Her body starts to tense, her muscles tightening, her flesh tightening. Her nearing climax drives her to slam her sex on and off my cock. She fucks me with wild abandon.

This, of course, urges my own climax forward. Grunting I match her feral rhythm, pounding myself into her again and again … hammering her pussy with my stiff cock.

Suddenly she cries out. Her body snaps and twist, her muscles quivering beneath her flesh. She slams her pussy onto my cock. Her ass hops and jerks spastically before me. From her mouth spills dirty words and phrases, urging me on … making me drive myself into her even harder … faster.

With animalistic fury I answer the call. I jackhammer myself into her … slamming … pounding … fucking her fiercely. My lust races to its own crescendo and I pummel her pussy with my rigid cock. In … Out … In … I drive my hips at her. Harder … Faster … I slam myself deep inside her again and again. Roaring, I cram myself completely inside. Grind my crotch against her. My fingers dig at her ripe ass cheeks. Deep inside her I explode. My cock twitches … jerks … erupts with my orgasm.

Her pussy instinctively clenches tighter around me … milking me … draining me with primal need.

Finished. Our bodies relaxing, we collapse to the bed. I’m on my back. She moves over and cradles her head on my chest. Loose strands of her hair tickle my nose.

Sticky Sheets

It is dark, I’m tired but I’m not sleepy. I am lying naked in bed, half beneath a white cotton sheet. A cool rush of air through the open bedroom window had sent the curtain rippling out into the room and prompted my awakening. I lie semiconscious, staring up at the ceiling; the room shadowed in darkness except for a ray of moonlight piercing its way across the wall opposite. The gentle breeze from the window ebbs across my body. I feel a sense of well being.

Suddenly the curtain billows once again and fills the room. As I turn to look, the image of a girl’s face appears within the folds of swirling linen. I watch transfixed as she glides into the room, shrouded within the curtain, the outline of her body unfolding before my eyes. Using her hands she finds a way through her snare and is finally able to free herself. Rising high, she circles above me and I see her in all her splendour for the very first time. A semitransparent figure with long dark hair and a slender body dressed in what appears to be a cream satin dress. As she continues to roam about the room in a shark like manner, her hair and dress flail wildly in the wind. I am captivated as I struggle to remain focused on her enchanting smiling face. I long for her to stop a while and allow me a moment to absorb her beauty. As if reading my mind she does just that. She hovers high above me for ten, maybe twenty seconds. There is no doubt she is everything I desire. There is also no doubt that she knows it too. In a sudden graceful action, she dives down towards me, stopping inches from my face. With a ghostly outstretched hand she motions as if to caress my forehead. We stare knowingly into each other’s eyes. I find myself unable to stop from softly uttering her name…

She smiles warmly, rises once again and begins to dance excitedly around the room. I long to rise up and join her but I find I am unable to do so. Reluctantly I am forced to watch as she continues to merrily flirt about me. Diving once more she swoops low to the foot of the bed and then climbs towards me, her shimmering form brushing the length of my body. In an instant I am aglow with an overwhelming tingling sensation which penetrates deep between my legs. Sensing my pleasure she circles round for another pass. I feel another powerful surge as her body rushes past me a second time, sending a further stiffening jolt to my penis. As she rises to pass me a third time I reach out in an attempt to grab her. To my surprise my hand passes through her and at the point of contact bright white sparks light up the room. As she climbs higher my hand falls down through her body, emitting sparks all around, electrifying to the touch. When I reach the hem of her dress I seem able to take hold of it and as she continues to rise high into the room, her dress is torn from her and falls to the floor in a glittering shower.

Unconcerned, she approaches me again, this time more slowly than before. And as she does so, her translucent appearance suddenly transforms before my eyes into someone very real. I am now aware of her naked body all over me as she hovers up my legs. My penis is throbbing uncontrollably as she approaches it. My balls are tight and aching with anticipation. I watch as she gently begins kissing my thighs as she works her way higher. All of a sudden her tongue is feverishly working away at my balls. And then up to the base of my penis, gently nibbling all the way. Licking her way up my shaft I shiver at the sensation of feeling her warm lips around my tip. Her hot mouth opens to consume me, her tongue eagerly lapping up my freshly oozing pre-cum. Ever upward she is soon kissing my stomach, making her way to my chest. I feel her warm breasts pressing against my balls and penis, her erect nipples gently caressing my skin. I am paralysed with ecstasy as her mouth reaches my neck and she begins to suckle on my ear. I am in raptures from the warmth of her breath against my cheek as she gently kisses her way across my face. Our mouths meet at last and we kiss for what seems like an eternity, constantly staring into each other’s eyes. I can taste myself on her lips as our juices mix.

Throughout the passion of our kiss she has been motioning her body around me. I am now aware of her warm wet pussy gently brushing against my penis. Her hips begin to rise higher and higher around me. She seems eager to find me. She has a wickedly naughty look in her eyes. Suddenly the tip of my bulging penis finds her gorgeously wet lips and they part instantly before me. With one small thrust I am sent plunging deep inside her. Still locked in our embrace she lets out a long deep moan of pleasure, which sends a shudder down my spine. I sense it will not be long before I am ready to explode.

She senses it too. Riding up and down my shaft for no more than a dozen times, she reluctantly continues her upward journey. As her body rises, her pussy gently eases away from me, leaving my penis throbbing wildly, coated in her warm juice. Her full breasts now press against my chest, bearing down on my face. I smell for the first time her delicate scent, which is now driving me crazy. I cup each breast in my hand, caressing her nipples between my thumb and forefingers. As soon as I am able I take one of her breasts into my mouth and begin gently teasing her nipple with my tongue. My hands then begin caressing her back, working their way down to the soft cheeks of her buttocks. As my hands work away she starts to grind her body against mine. Sliding my fingers between her cheeks I am able to gently stroke the inside of her pussy, which causes her to writhe against me more urgently, thrusting her clitoris into my chest. As she continues to drift higher my mouth now works its way down her stomach, all the while my fingers playing with her pussy from behind. Reaching her navel I am aroused by the very feminine scent of her sex. I have never been hungrier with desire. I am like a starved animal, deprived of nourishment by a cruel master. I would surely have died had this creature of beauty not come to feed me. And she is eager to feed me. As her body slowly rises up before me, she arches her back and allows her legs to ease open around my face. For several seconds I remain transfixed on the vision before me. The heat and aroma of her succulent wet pussy is truly overwhelming. Her pulsating clitoris, sitting proudly within her glistening lips, demands my affection.

Gripping the cheeks of her buttocks more firmly, I pull her towards me. Her body quivers with pleasure as my tongue sinks deep inside her. Lapping away at her sweet tasting juice, my nose plays with her clitoris, all the while inhaling deep lungfuls of her scent. I crave more and more as she thrashes uncontrollably about my face. And as I continue to feast, her body begins to suddenly shudder to the joy of her orgasm and I am powerless to prevent her soaring high into the air, her blood-curdling scream of pleasure piercing the night air. I watch spellbound as she once again darts about the room, her body dancing with delight all around me. Aware that I am also close to reaching my own goal she suddenly stops in mid-air and dives towards me.

We begin to kiss passionately once more, the taste of her own cum on my lips seemingly driving her more insatiable. Reaching down between my outstretched legs she takes hold of my penis and delicately begins to milk me with deliberate, purposeful strokes. I am more ravenous than ever with a desire to consume her and as we continue to kiss, her body begins to degenerate once more into its misty form and I am able to devour her. With each frantic nibbling action she slowly passes my lips, makes her way down my throat and into my body. For a split second there is a calm in which we both feel we are one. But then I can wait no longer. When she reaches the very core of my rage I cannot hold back. Spasm after spasm sends my molten cum high into the air. And in celebration she too rises from within me as I continue to enjoy the orgasm of my life.

As peace and tranquillity return once more I open my eyes and look around. I am soaking wet with sweat and my stomach and legs are drenched in my juice. I sit up and look around. My wilting penis lies before me. Outside the moon shines bright. A cool breeze drifts in from the open window. I lay down and watch the curtain as it gently motions in the wind, its lazy rhythm sending me slowly back to sleep.

How It Will Be

You see me as I approach. As I walk up to you, staring into your eyes, I grab your chin and start kissing you. I let my hand reach for your hair from behind and pull on it to lift your chin up, as I lean in towards your neck and start kissing and a little while in, I start licking too. I start undressing you, taking your top and bra off as I make my way further down to your chest, kissing and licking. As you push my head in towards your chest I begin kissing all around your nipples, switching from one side to the other as my hands squeeze your breasts together. A few teasing rounds later, I finally put my whole mouth on your nipple, sucking it and giving it a few not so gentle nibbles as I feel your nipples getting hard in my mouth. I finally make my way further down, kissing and licking all around your stomach till I reach your panties and pause.

I push you onto your bed and grab your legs from behind the knees, spreading them apart slowly and lean down till I’m close enough for you to feel my breath on your pussy. A few long teasing seconds later, I begin to devour you. Dragging my tongue from the very bottom of your pussy to the very top, pressing hard against your pussy lips, as my tongue cleans you out, moving up and down between those lips, rubbing against your clit every single time before it finally decides on focusing on it. I start flicking your clit slowly at first, as I go faster and faster with every lick making your body flinch as you grab your own breasts, with one hand uncontrollably reaching for my head, asking for more.

I put my whole mouth on your clit and start sucking it hard, as I insert one finger inside your pussy, shoving it in and out repeatedly as I suck on your clit. I then insert a second finger as I feel the first getting wetter and carry on finger fucking you. I feel my cock getting harder and harder as I taste you and keep sucking your clit before finally taking my fingers out and putting my whole mouth on your pussy and inserting my tongue all the way in, twirling it around, moving it up and down, side to side, back out and back in and I repeat this for a while before taking my tongue out and resume eating your pussy like a starving savage, making it so sloppy wet that my saliva becomes indistinguishable from your pussy juice.

My cock having gotten harder, I take it out of my boxers and rub the tip against your pussy lips a few times to get it wet, as you lie there aching for it. I finally insert it inside you, slowly but all the way in till your hungry little pussy swallows it whole. I place my hands to the sides of you as I start to fuck you slow, my cock sliding in and out of your tight little pussy as I lean in towards you and kiss you hard. I start going faster and faster with every thrust rocking your bed more and more as my balls begin to bang against your asshole, while you hear the sound of the skin smack against you. I speed up even more, as you raise your head up, moaning and gasping for air, I put my head down and kiss and lick on your neck as I fuck you hard. I get up slightly with my dick still penetrating you and grab hold of your waist just so I can fuck you even harder… and I do. you bend your legs as Im standing at the edge of your bed, fucking you, pushing every inch of my cock inside you, as it rubs against every inch of your pussy, hitting all its walls.

I pause for a second and flip you over on your stomach, pull you closer to me by your waist and lift your ass up while my hand runs down your back, making you arch it, as it keeps running down till it reaches your hair and I pull on it as I place my cock back inside you and pick up where we left off as I fuck you silly, pulling on that messy hair with one hand and holding on to your waist with the other, eventually letting it slap that ass hard enough to leave an imprint and hear you moan. I start penetrating you so fast and hard that I barely breathe anymore so I let go of your hair and grab your waist with both hands pushing your head and body down as I mount you and fuck you down against your bed, wetting your sheets with sweat and other juices.

I turn you back over on your back and drag you by your legs towards me as I help you up in my arms, holding you by your things as you put your arms around me and start kissing. We move around your room as I look for a wall to pin you and fuck you against, knocking things over till I finally find the wall and hold you against it, putting my cock back inside and proceeding with your pussy’s destruction. I push my cock inside you as your back rubs against the cold wall behind it and my tongue cools down your neck. you start moaning in my ear and breathing hard as I take no break from fucking you hard against the wall with your arms around me, beginning to scratch my back involuntarily. As we start sweating once more, I let you down on your feet and turn you over with your hands placed against the wall and I spread your legs like I’m about to frisk you.

I crouch down and grab your leg from the front by the knee while my tongue reaches for the back of your knee, licking slowly as it moves upwards, rubbing against your thigh and reaching for your ass cheek. I then move over to your pussy, licking and when I reach it, I plant a kiss and stand up to insert my cock back inside that hungry little pussy. I grab your hair in one hand and push your face and body against the wall while my other hand hold your hand behind the back like I’m about to arrest you and begin fucking your hard against the wall, with your hard tasty nipples rubbing against it as my cock slides in and up and down, almost out of you repeatedly as I switch up pace every little while to keep your body guessing.

I let go of your hair and reach for your pussy from the front to rub those cute little lips, continuing to fuck you. my other hand lets go of yours as I start rubbing on your asshole, slowly at first but eventually as it opens up to it, I stick my finger inside and start finger fucking it, soon I’m two fingers in, fucking it deeply before my cock decides to switch up and I take my fingers out as your asshole still gapes for air, I insert my cock in it slowly, as it very tightly squeezes me, harder and harder the deeper I go, although opening up the more I fuck it. I start fucking you in the ass slowly with both hands spreading that ass apart, while you push yourself against the wall, bent over.

I slowly slide my cock into you, gasping as your warm pussy envelops my entire length. I pause and let you adjust to my full size within you before slowly starting to thrust in and out. Your hands brace yourself allowing you to push back frantically onto me. As I fuck, you buck and arch your hips, needing release, but I maintain my slow and steady pace building up the pleasure within you.

Your pleasurable squeals of delight get faster and my hands go to your hips to pull you onto my hard, throbbing manhood, faster and faster. I start to speed up, and your breath becomes ragged with pleasure as electricity shoots through you. You gasp and arch your hips right as I thrust and we both moan as I get even deeper into your glorious pussy. 

You slide down angling your hips to give me full access to your depths and your hands desperately hang onto the wall as I fuck you deeply. Your tits bounce and you desperately hold them and play with your nipples as I speed up my thrusts and bite your neck. You moan again and push back so I ramm into you balls deep, I’m buried completely within you, my heavy testicles swinging against your open pussy. We thrust against each other, lost in the pleasure of the moment, until finally a dam breaks within you. With a shuddering gasping yell your body starts to quake and shiver. I feel you start to cum and as your pussy pulses and contracts around my cock the noises of your pleasure send me over the edge and I quickly join you in cumming. I thrust as long as I can, prolonging our pleasure, til finally I have spent my load in you and we both collapse. I lay beside you, panting from exertion, and kiss you lightly and draw you in my arms as we both rest for a while before the next round.

Tell Me Everything

You know I belong to you, my love.

So tell me more about how you’ll train me.

Tell me how you’ll teach me to serve you, piece by piece.

Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch on your underwear. Make me anticipate that soft, warm skin that drags and rotates around the spongy core of your dick. Show me when to slip my hand into your waistband and grasp for my prize.

Train my eyes to look only to you. To gaze up in reverence and awe as I milk the cum from your cock.

Train my ears to respond to your every command. Teach me to savor every moan and hang on your words like a prophet’s.

Train my lungs to long to breathe your spent air as you hunch over me, pounding into me. They’re already begging to be pushed to their limit so you can bury the stress of your day in my throat.

Will you coach me on how and when you like your blowjobs? How to wait patiently under the kitchen table for you to come in and sit down after work, muscles tense.

Will you teach me how to keep your cock warm and comfortable in my mouth while you eat dinner? I want to let you vent about your day as I nurse gently on your length. The hunger I feel makes me drool more and it turns your welcome home dinner table blowjob that much sloppier, and I hope you’re proud of the progress you’ve made with me so far.

Tell me what it’s like to get to know the ridges of my throat while you teach me to take your whole cock.

Tell me what it’s like to touch the bulge of your own dick through the skin of my neck as you pump into me.

Do you feel your power over me?

Do you feel my hormones rush as you push down and down as far into my throat as you can and rub up and up into your palm, jerking yourself off, using my throat as a fleshlight?

My only conscious thought is that I hope I’m pleasing you. The way you treat me makes me want you more.

Each rough twitch of your hips pushes the oxygen in my veins farther and farther. You thrust, grind, and shudder, your thickness and the weight of your hand closing off my air supply once again and I drift further from awareness.

As I drift away from myself, I fall closer and closer to you. My world narrows to you as your rhythmic grunting and thrusts hypnotize me. I fall deeper and deeper into complete rapture. I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing here, worshipping you, recognizing your power. Giving you a place to shoot your precious load.

Please keep training me. Tell me how you like to be sucked. Show me how you want to be kissed and licked, and what it’s like to get you erect.

What makes you feel revered? What makes you feel served?

Train me to cum to your smell, your taste, your voice. Train me to lick the cum off my dinner plate and ask for more.

Tell me your favorite methods and routines- how’ll you’ll start me on my addiction to your cock.

Tell me more about how you’ll train me…

… Then tell me more about how you’ll breed me.

Will you rut my cervix like an animal, the tendons in my hips straining as you pound and push into my womb? How merciless can you get?

Will you knead my breasts as they start to swell with milk for you and our child, torture my nipples as they grow longer and more tender between your teeth?

I long to feel you suck me, to have you link this incredible pleasure to the act of giving you babies. It’s a feedback loop locked deep in my brain- each time you drink from my breasts, I whisper a prayer to you, my god, that you’ll keep me pregnant as much as you can.

Each time you caress my growing stomach, I feel grateful to you for taking control of me like this, to give me purpose as a breeding vessel.

As I pull my panties up and they start to fill with your thick cum leaking from my messy pussy, I thank you for filling me with load after load of your precious sperm.

Every time you look at me in public, all I want is to feel my cervix twitching, yearning for your dickhead. I want my cunt lips held together with your thick semen so I feel it as I walk.

As I think about the thousands of wriggling, buzzing sperm swimming inside me, hunting and dominating my egg, I surrender my life to you again.

You control every aspect of my orgasm, even though every tiny bead of cum feels like electricity against my cunt. I’m yours to dominate.

Train my heart, changing its rhythm to beat under yours, subservient down to the involuntary tremors of my body.

Ruin me for other cocks.

Tell me more about how you’ll fuck me my love.

Tell me everything.

I sense you enter the room. I’m at the kitchen table eating and my head turns as you approach. I’ve been horny all day and seeing you waltz in silences one need while replacing it with another. Decision made, I stand up and stride across the room to you. A questioning look comes up on your face but no words need to be spoken.

Without breaking a step, I pick you up in my arms, carry you a few more paces and press you up against the wall. You give a surprised gasp as my mouth finds yours and my hands find your breasts. Groping, squeezing, twisting, pulling. Your buttons go flying as I rip open your shirt. Your legs wrap around me as I grind my hardness into you. I take a second to drink you in. Hair disheveled, glasses askew, luscious breasts heaving with wanton lust.

Then I dive into you. My mouth trails kisses and nibbles from the side of your lips, across your cheek, down the nape of your neck and settles somewhere slightly north of your collarbone.

I hear appreciative murmurs and giggles as my teeth and lips play tug of war with your skin. My hands are busy as well. I haven’t taken off your bra yet, it’s been too much fun having my way with your bountiful chest. My hands alternate between palming and squeezing. I pull on your nipples through the fabric and you let out a moan from beneath a tousled mane of hair. That’s when I lift you off the wall, tug your body up to get you to unlock your legs from around me, and flip you around and press your face first against the wall. As I nuzzle into your neck, the first words you hear from me rumble from deep within my chest.

“I need to be inside you” I growl.

I pull up your skirt with my hands…I feel you shiver in anticipation…

SLAP

I rub my hand in a slow circle, on the red palm print.

SLAP

I hear you gasp in pleasure.

SLAP

“Mmmm” You moan.

“Who owns you?” I demand, in a firm voice.

SLAP

I trail one of my hands up your back, as your ribcage expands and contracts rapidly. My fingertips glide along the curve of your spine. Once I get to the nape of your neck, I gather your hair in my hand. I yank back and you give a surprised yelp of pain.

SLAP

SLAP

I lean in close, rasping into your ear “It looks like I have to remind you.”

My zipper comes down, shortly followed by my pants. As you hear them tumble at my feet you feel my throbbing cock slide between your rosy red cheeks. I bend my head down and start kissing your neck, as I saw my cock in and out of your buttcheeks. Our sweat is mixing together and both of us are panting like animals in heat. I grab my cock, push it down and start running it through the grooves of your pussy lips. Your juices coat my cock as I let go of your hair and place that hand on the wall next to your head. Your forehead touches the wall the same time you feel my head slip in.

Slowly it eases in.

Then out again, as you sigh.

Once more, a little deeper, then out.

That sigh turns into a sigh of frustration as you feel it leave your walls for the second time.

SLAP

As you reel from the shock of getting slapped, I ram my cock in. No warning steals the breath out of your throat. You go up on your toes then slide back to your heels as I pull out almost completely out of you.

SLAP

Starting with short, powerful thrusts, I start building a rhythm with you.

“Have you been a naughty girl?” I murmur, as my hips power forward and back.

SLAP

“You ready to get teased, slut?” I growl.

I slow, and then stop my rhythm. You realize what I meant about teasing as I pull out. I lean in close to your ear again, my hot breath blowing over your earlobe as our bodies are pressed against each other.

“You have been a naughty girl. Naughty girls only get to orgasm after they have been punished. You can’t cream until I let you” I pant hoarsely, as I continue to pound into your gushing pussy.

“Unh” is all you can respond with as I slide my meat back into you.

These are slow, long thrusts. The kind that have the paintings on the wall shaking, paint chips flaking off the walls in concert with our fucking. I spread your arms out against the wall as I take you this way. Your head hangs down and your glasses are dangling off your ears.

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

Four loud, hard smacks to your butt.

Your glasses fall to the floor. You moan out loud, I slam back into you. This time I press you as tight as I can against the wall and wrap my arms around you. I start sawing my cock in and out, quick thrusts. One long pull out, then deep drill in. Then I stand back and walk back two steps as you collapse to the ground, ass up in the air. You’re groggy, dazed and horny out of your mind. I yank up on your hair as I slap you again.

“You. dirty. bitch.” I bark.

Each word is a slap.

“I own you. I’m going to use all of your holes for my pleasure.” The words, intense with passion, flow out of my mouth like lava spewing from a volcano.

I let go of your hair as your head drops forward. I use that hand to jam two fingers into your cunt. I start corkscrewing them in and out of your pussy as the slaps rain down.

One cheek, then the other.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

I feel your pussy leaking, I can hear your moans, see you quivering so I know you are close. I slide my fingers out.

“If you want my cock, then clean my fingers.” I grumble, as I present them to your mouth.

“Yes sir!” you quickly reply.

As you clean them I position myself behind you. I let my heavy meat fall on your butt. I drag it back with my hips, our bodies are so sweaty that it makes a line drip back. I let it fall down to your pussy lips, the thick mushroom head starts to spear your inner cavern. I grunt as I slide into you. I grab your shoulders and starting a steady, heavy pounding. You start moaning again, and as I admire your beautiful body my eyes travel down to that marvelous ass of yours. My hands, of their own accord, slide to your hips. No more teasing now. We both need it. Like two animals we just start fucking without abandon.

“Fuck my little wet pussy!” you scream, as the passion builds.

All that echoes in the room are the sounds of flesh, grunting and moaning.

“Yes. That’s what I want, that tight little wet pussy.” I pant.

SLAP

“Give it to me.” you moan.

Our tempo picks up. You start moaning at a higher pitch as I feel the cum boiling in my balls. Your pussy muscles go into velvety contractions around my cock. As I feel your liquid cream coat my cock, my mushroom head erupts. I bellow out to the world as I unload into you.Your ass presses back to accept all my seed as we both are heaving.

Once we both catch our breath, you collapse to the ground. I struggle at first, but get up to my feet on shaky legs. I lean down, and grab a fistful of your hair.

“We’re not even close to done, whore. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.” I bellow, as I start to drag you by your hair, towards the bedroom.

The night is just getting started.

I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest at either side of your head. My stiff cock lays between your thighs, taunting your exposed pussy.

“Mmm, should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.

“Yes please,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I grin.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.

Your use of the honorific title brings a smile to my face. It stirs a feeling of pride within me. I smile excitedly at you, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who looks upon me with such reverence. While looking down at you, I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your sensitive lips.

“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay? Don’t forget to ask permission.”

You quickly nod your head up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my throbbing penis which is preparing to slide into your body. I grind against you gently, allowing my tip to reach toward your clit. Then, I bring it back down to your entryway. You can’t help but to get the sense that I am thoroughly enjoying taunting you with it.

Suddenly, my weight leans down and in. The edge of my tip almost begins its descent into you. I release the base of my cock and resume my hand’s place beside your head. This causes a shift forward in my weight. My hips ease onward, sending my fully erect penis into you. Your walls spread in acceptance of my cock. You can feel the veins traversing your insides. It evokes a set of gentle moans from your lips as I groan enjoyably.

I press deeper, deeper, deeper until my hips meet yours. The full length of my shaft is completely enveloped by your pussy. Then, I pull back, bringing my tip toward your opening. You feel the pain and tension preparing to ease as I reel myself back. For a moment, you think I am going to pull out.

But then, I thrust forward, tearing my dick toward your cervix. My cock quickly finds itself lodged in the back of your pussy. You whimper in response as I hook my lower torso, reaching my hard, pulsating cock deep into your gut. I hold myself there, clearly enjoying the mess of moans that you let out. Then, I reel myself back, winding up for another set of pummeling hits.

I thrust, then pull back, thrust, then pull back, establishing an aggressive rhythm. I stare down at you with a powerful, unspoken command. My pleasure-ridden face smirks haughtily in your direction. You almost hate to admit it, but seeing that look on me adds to your excitement. My hips glide into you, sending shots of pleasure throughout your body. Your body shakes in enjoyment as I grunt and heave with each pounding hit.

“You’re so—fucking—sexy,” I let out with a series of stabbing moans.

A clapping sound forms between our bodies. My cock exudes a throbbing warmth inside you. You can feel it throbbing and swelling inside you. I lean back, take hold of your legs, and bring them up, resting your calves against my shoulders. Your body is forced to roll back slightly in order to give me the proper thrusting leverage. I press my weight down, resting my arms by your head. I hammer away at you, viciously sending my cock to the deepest reaches of your gut. The leverage, the angle, the sensations of my cock tearing into you are overwhelming.

You moan out to me, “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. I’m so closeee.”

My voice is now built with a testosterone fueled aggression. “That’s a good girl. Moan for me. Moan for daddy,” I encourage. My primal words are strung together with a series of thrusts. “Who do you—fucking—belong—to?”

Your whimpering voice fails to form a meaningful reply.

Impatient and unsatisfied by your lack of a coherent response, I send a set of hammering hits into you. “Who—do—you—BELONG—TO?” my voice intensifies.

“Youuu. I-I belong to youuu.”

“YOU WHAT!?” I yell, slapping the underside of your ass. “SAY IT RIGHT, PRINCESS!”

“Youuu, sirrr,” you reply, moaning erratically. “Please let me cummm!”

I flash a devilish grin, allowing the floodgates to burst open. Warm ropes of cum erupt into you. Your voice cries out in pleasure, whimpering as I pump you full of my juices. “Cum for me, princess. C'mon, babygirl. Cum for me,” I growl, shoving my cock as far back as I can. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably around me. You can feel my tip throbbing, releasing the last of its juices to you. The culmination of surrounding feelings shatters your overstimulated mind. I stare down powerfully with my heaving breath, and I take a moment to revel in your submission.

“Fuckkk,” I let out, enjoying the view of your orgasm-ridden body. “You’re such a good girl. You did so good for daddy,” I laud as your body still shivers around my cock.

Lucky Man

I’m a lucky man. I am standing in the back aisles of the library, looking down at a soft head of flowing black hair moving back and forth, back and forth. Bright red lips are attached in a circle around my penis, which is disappearing into a warm mouth and then reemerging again as the mouth is drawn back to rush along the length of my shaft. My vision is slightly blurred, blackness swimming along the edges of my perception. The face of the girl is circular, friendly, soft – lightly tanned with a single bead of sweat running along her brow as she works. Her eyes, vivid piercing blue and hot, are focused and determined on her task, like she were working on some kind of home appliance with the greatest degree of sincerity and care.

I think: my god, what have I done to deserve this?

I can hardly think, with the girl slipping the length of my cock into her mouth, catching the super-sensitive underside on her warm tongue, closing her lips around the circumference of my shaft firmly. I am dizzy, swooning in the heat of the library stacks and from the incredible pleasure of this little lipstick mouth laying kisses and sucking resolutely on the sensitive tip of my penis. I brace myself against one of the towers of books as I feel my thighs begin to quake, my knees wobbling unsteadily as she sucks on the tip of my dickhead like a thick straw. My eye catches a title on the shelf about medieval knights and chivalry. I think of how I’ve always tried to be her knight in shining armor, even when she didn’t know who I was. How I try to do everything to protect her. And this is her thanks – giving me more than I could ever imagine returning, taking my rock-hard flesh between her lips and sucking deeply, like a wet vacuum, sending little shivers and trembles up the length of my body, making my hamstrings quake unsteadily again.

“Aw,” she says, putting one hand up on my stomach, looking up at me, plucking my cock from her mouth, holding it in her soft hand at its base. “Are you okay?”

Looking up at me, her eyes are ablaze, deeply alluring, holding my own gaze captive in hers – me completely unable to look away, even if I desired to. It was more than bewitching, more than hypnotizing – it was possessing, she owning me, me owning her, neither of us wanting anything in all the Great Everything but the other.

I breathe. Breathe, I say to myself. Simple to do, really. Breathe.

“Yeah,” I say, my vividly dirty imagination churning. “I think so.”

“Too fast, baby?” she asks, her thumb and index finger in a ring around the base of my shaft, squeezing tightly, my breath catching in my throat. She plants a firm kiss on the head of my penis.

“No,” I breathe. I can barely speak.

“It feels good though?” she asks, and dips her head down to take my right testicle in her hot mouth, swirling it around with her tongue, her hand running up and down the length of my penis. “Right?”

My legs open instinctively to allow her head access. I drop my head back in ecstasy.

“Yeah,” I manage, holding a strand of her soft black hair in my fingers and twirling it gently and absently, overcome by her ministrations. “It feels good.”

She smiles mischievously, knowing her power, knowing full well exactly what she is making me feel. She does the testicle trick again and I can’t help from letting out a groan, my right hand white-knuckling on the book stack. She reaches her other hand up and presses her thumb firmly against my perineum, kneading the tightened flesh with her nimble digit.

“Oh God,” I gasp, unable to hold back.

Her unearthly ministrations make me emotional, trigger something deeper within me. I want to do anything for her, anything to prove myself more worthy of her soft mouth and gentle voice and radiant-beautiful eyes. There is nothing I do not want to do to her body. I want to fill her in every way – fill her spirit with my love, fill her every orifice with my thick length. Whatever will make her feel even half of what I feel now.

She is fresh and flushed from having gone for a run, wearing shin-length Capri tie-dyed tights that conform and accentuate her slim little curves. I feel her lithe body with my hands, greedy to have her and to spoil her and take her all in, to touch every inch of her, to make her a part of me. She gives me a cute little pixie grin of a smile that melts me, flashing a pair of white teeth, showcasing the sheen of wet on her upper lip that glints suggestively in the halflight of the far library stacks.

She leads my cock back to her lips by grabbing my balls firmly but gently and pulling the whole sack towards her. My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy as my shaft is enveloped by her hot and wet sucking lips. Beneath my touch her body is hard, tight, warm. I greedily touch every part of her I can, running my fingers along the edge of her neck where a blue vein pulses healthily in rhythm and tune with her breathing.

I think briefly back to how I came to be here – to the run in the park three weeks ago where I first met her, lying flat on her back across a remote trail, pale faced and breathing shallowly, her running shoes untied, collapsed from dehydration. I picked her up and ran with her back to the parking lot and forced lukewarm water down her throat. She came to immediately and refused to let me call an ambulance. I was about to dial and had my finger over send when she put her hand over mine and shut the phone and then kissed me on the cheek. She was hot and moist from sweat when she pressed against the side of my face. I reached up and brushed a strip of mud from just beneath her eye and called the emergency services anyway.

That night she came to my apartment wearing a little blue slip and with her hair tied back in an adorable little ponytail. She told me a few days later that she forced her nurse at the hospital to break protocol and give her my personal information. At first she was nervous, embarrassed, apologizing. We sat at the kitchen table across from each other – her soft hand nervously held out for me to hold. I kept bringing her glasses of cold water and apologizing right back to her for the poor air-conditioning in the building and talking nonsense about how she had to be careful with the humidity and the heat and other irrelevancies.

At midnight exactly she excused herself.

“I better see you again,” I said.

“You want to?” she asked, genuinely surprised.

“Is that a question?”

She kissed me on the nose and left. Ten minutes later she knocked on the door and we locked lips immediately. Eventually she made me lie down on the couch and gave me, with her mouth alone, the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.

The memory passes over me as I am standing there clutching the shelves in the library stacks and I give an enthusiastic buck of my hips. I don’t mean to jam my cock down her throat, her sweet delicate soft throat but god she is sending me into spasms of rapturous ecstasy and its all I can do to grip the cold metal beneath “The Role of Medieval Women in Dark Age Politics” and think of mud or men or something nonerotic so that my soul doesn’t physically burst out from my body.

She must have felt my yearning and burning growing uncontrollable for she slowly plucked my penis from her mouth and stood up. I take her by her little hips from behind and crush my hard dick against the warm muscle of her buttocks straining against the fabric of her tie-dye Capri-length tights. She twitches her ass slightly as she feels what I’m doing; exploiting her body, rudely manipulating it for my own deviant pleasures. But she is so compliant, so willing, so heartbreakingly submissive, it’s impossible to resist the temptation of humping the flesh of her butt through her pants. I reach a hand up and under her crotch, between her legs, and run my fingers along the now-wet fabric. There is a tiny hole in her tights that I fingered her through a few days ago, and I probe for it, she throwing her hot head back onto my shoulder and giving little moans, me working her sensitive parts with my fingers. My middle finger gains access to the hole and slides neatly through the fabric and in between her labia. Not only is she wet, but she’s so warm; it feels like sticking my finger into a freshly roasted turkey.

I plunge the finger into the hilt of my knuckle, my cock jealous of my finger, my finger probing and wiggling around in her insides. I use the leverage of my hand between her legs to pull her up closely against me so that she is leaning back, her chest heaving, my hand guiding her body against me, my other hand reaching under her tanktop and exploring the warm flesh of her abdomen and chest. I feel her hips working against my finger, her hard little ass brushing my raging boner.

With my ring finger I spread open the tear in her tights slightly wider and force the second finger through her pants and up her vagina. With the two fingers firmly and flush, buried inside of her, I do the “c'mere” motion, flexing my fingers quickly back and forth and causing her to buck wildly against me, her strong little hand squeezing my shoulder painfully tight and her nails digging into my skin.

“Keep doing that, baby,” she whispers. “Keep doing that.”

So I kept doing the “c'mere” motion, her spasming violently on my fingers, her hips rolling into my hand, me holding her side firmly with my other hand. She grinds down harder, but runs out of real estate – my fingers are only so long.

“Oh baby,” she hushes again.

“You okay?” I ask her between breaths.

She turns her sweaty head slightly and takes my earlobe between her teeth.

“Keep moving your fingers,” she says, barely audible. I increase the tempo. “Harder.”

I watch her eyes as I work, my body on fire with raging lust as I see her very sincere look of determination as I probe her depths, moving my fingers violently within her, watching her eyes widen when I hit the right spot, feeling her vagina tighten around me with occasional spasms and sending electricity up through her little body with a shiver. When I slow slightly to rest my cramping hand she moans and croons until I am so turned on that I can feel no discomfort and know no need other than satisfying her every yearning.

Very suddenly I yank my fingers out, get a grip on the fabric of her tights, and tear it open wider. Then I shove her rudely against the library stack, bend her over, and get a good grip on her supple left leg before lifting it up and to the side. I line up my dickhead with the edge of the hole in her tights, feeling her labia on my tip. Then I wait.

She turns to me, face red with exertion, black hair stuck to the side of her cheek, pretty eyes heavy with lust.

“Please,” she moans, trying to twist her hips to take me in. “Just do – ”

Without waiting a moment, I rotate my hips, hard, and penetrate her to the core. Shivers of ecstasy run through my body as her tight walls engulf my thickly engorged and veiny member. I hold her side and her leg tight as I pause for a moment, feeling complete and at home, wiggling my hips and turning my cock around inside of her to explore the inner workings of her hot and wet core. Then I withdraw my spear and feel her walls rush along me as I do, and try to catch myself to hold back, but I am unable.

With a growl, I begin ramming my rod hard into her pussy without avail. It feels so good to let my member slip inside of her, lose part of myself in the inner sanctum of her ministrations and loving caresses, allow this otherworldly thing to milk my sensitive rod in a thousand ways. Every piece of my dick is stimulated, all of it rubbing hard against something wet and hot and smooth and soft.

When she begins to work her hips back and forth and twist my cock in different directions while within her pussy grip, I begin to feel out of control. I can do nothing but offer my cock to this girl, fuck her as good as I can, attempt to repay her in whatever small way for the ecstasy she is giving me and my body.

I feel nothing but love for her – some kind of lust is there too, but it is swallowed, is only a small part of, the throbbing emotion in my chest, the instinct to protect and hold tight the little beauty that wants to take care of me just as much as I want to take care of her. We slip down and collapse against the wall of the library, in each other’s arms. Untold revelations stream through my mind, the world spinning on some celestial axis in some unknown way that I’ve never seen – nothing else mattering but here (thrust), now (thrust again), me (dick buried inside her, my hips rotating to stimulate her from all angles, touch every part of her opening), and you (shift her so that her lovetunnel is being as deeply penetrated as possible, the tip of my dick tickling her cervix). Everything suddenly makes sense – I know in an instant that this is the most elemental reason for everything I’ve ever done in my entire life – to feel this and to know this right here and right now.

She clambers over on top of me, squatting over my crotch, and takes my dick in her hands gently. She holds it back so its sticking straight up, and then puts it between her legs. I give out a groan again as I am nestled again by her warm folds. Then she puts her hands on my chest and, on the balls of her feet, begins popping up and down, up and down, with a rhythm and a speed that blows my mind. Her vagina jerks my cock, slides up and down, squeezes at intervals.

I rip her breasts from her shirt and hold onto them, taking a teat into my mouth and suckling, making her moan louder, this girlish aroused cry which incites me to pump my cock harder back up into her pussy which pops up and down like a machine over my man meat.

With a growl I flip us over and begin humping her with abandon, restraining nothing, hitting the pussy as hard as I can. She begins to shake and quake beneath me – her body slick against mine, her eyes wide, her hands on my buttocks and pushing me in deeper with every thrust. “I’m gonna cum,” she says, her hands in a vise-like grip around my neck.

I tuck my hands under her buttocks, fully inserted, feeling her vagina encircling tight in a ring around the base of my penis. We grind hard into one another and her body begins to wildly undulate into mine, her voice shaking as she cries out. I hold on with her spasming pussy and give out an inhuman growl as I unleash the first string of an ecstatic load deep between her legs. Her bucking body draws several more loads out, me twisting above her like a man stricken by Epilepsy, my body violently contracting to deliver the girl all the semen she had built up within me.

Then I collapse to the floor and weakly guide her over me so that she is lying flat on my chest, my spent dick still hard inside of her.

“It’s just friction,” she says after a time, nuzzling her head into the crook of neck.

“What?”

“I mean that’s all it is,” she says again. “Just friction. No more. In the end that’s all it is.”

I sit there, wordless for a while, her trembling and shivering little body calming itself in my arms, me planting a little kiss on her sweaty forehead and holding her tighter like she was the only thing on Earth I knew.

“It’s not just friction,” I finally say. “It’s our love. It’s the physical manifestation of our love.”

She laughs – the movement causes her body to contract and I feel her vaginal muscles tighten around my halfhard cock.

“Still,” she says, tilting her mouth up to be kissed, “I don’t need it. We don’t need it. Not when we have everything else.”

“No,” I say, her warm red lip in my mouth, titling up my hips to stimulate her with my now hard penis, causing her to shiver in my arms. “I suppose you’re right.”

We hold each other’s gaze for a moment, the library silent around us, the aura of our love pulsing in tune with our throbbing heartbeats on the floor of the old rug.

As if in response, she sits upright and opens her legs wider, taking me in deeper. Our lips won’t part for a while yet.

Barista

Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway.

“You’re a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer.”

The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But something about her brought me up short.

I met her gaze, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was disarmingly beautiful.

Brown hair in a messy bun. Slim jawline, cute nose. And sparkling, pretty blue eyes behind a pair of smart tortoise shell glasses.

“I’m guessing …” She pursed her lips. “IT contractor.”

She interrupted herself. “No, wait. Elevator inspector.” She paused for a beat. “Yoga instructor?”

I laughed as I reached for my wallet.

She tugged at the lapel of her Oxford shirt. “I brought my workout bag, just tell me where your class is, and I’ll be there.”

She added with a wink, “I’ve already got my sports bra on and everything.”

I was in jeans and a blazer, the very picture of a yoga instructor.

“Come on now…” I squinted at her nametag. “—Rachel.” I tried very hard not to imagine her in a sports bra. “I’m not dressed that casually, am I?”

She just gave me a sly grin. “What can I get you then, Mr. Elevator Inspector?”

“It’s Jeff. And… I’ll just have a caramel latte.”

“You sure? It’s Cute 30-Something Awareness Day, I can get you a discount on a sandwich.”

I looked behind me. No one in line. I glanced back at her and feigned surprise, gesturing questioningly at myself.

Then I grinned and shot back, “You should definitely cash in on that discount yourself.”

Her mouth dropped open in mock indignation.

“How old do you think I am?” She winked and turned to grab a cup. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hitting on me.”

She pulled out a fine-point Sharpie and began writing on the cup.

“OK then, Jeff. One caramel latte, and…” She punched something into the computer. “A breakfast sandwich on the house.”

An older man with a briefcase had, by that point, walked up and gotten in line behind me, spoiling our moment of fun. I paid for the drink and took a seat while I waited for my order.

I kept glancing up from my phone to watch her. She had poise and spunk, and she knew what she wanted, I thought.

She glanced my way once, and caught me staring. She just smiled and, with eyebrows raised, turned tail and walked away from me to the rear counter, shimmying her butt as she bent to grab a gallon of milk from the fridge below the counter.

And what a butt. Petite like the rest of her, but full, her tight round cheeks creasing her slacks in snug crescents against her thighs.

I was getting carried away. Try not to stare, I told myself. I pulled up my email inbox and made a valiant attempt to distract myself.

A minute later, Rachel produced my order at the pickup counter.

“Caramel latte and a sandwich for Jeff!” she said with a brilliant toothy smile. I could have sworn she was blushing just a little.

I said thanks and turned to head to my office. As I walked, I glanced down at my cup.

On it was written not my name, but hers, followed by an X and an O. And a phone number.

Mondays weren’t so bad after all.

——–

“So, do you always flirt with random guys at the coffee counter?” I texted.

I’d been thinking about her for hours, sitting in meeting after meeting, drafting proposals with colleagues, eating lunch with a client, fielding an urgent request from a senior partner. And the whole time, all I’d wanted to do was talk to the cute barista.

A minute passed before she wrote back.

“No, I only flirt with the ones who can get me a discount on a gym membership,” she said.

I smiled.

“I don’t think you’d be interested in my gym,” I shot back.

“Why,” she said. “Too much competition?” She added an emoji of two dancing girls in black leotards.

“No,” I wrote. “My gym is just two dumbbells and a dog who believes pushup time is playtime.”

“Well, as it happens,” she wrote, “I also believe that.”

Then she added, “You can always do your pushups on me.”

I stared at her texts. My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal.

“I wonder how many reps I’d get in,” I wrote back.

“Just keep going until I tell you to stop,” she said.

“I think you’d better get your cute butt upstairs Rachel. Before I’m forced to work out alone.”

“Don’t you dare,” she wrote. “I’m coming.”

“Um, you will be,” I wrote.

She texted back a heart-eyes emoji and one word: “Ugh.”

——–

Fifteen minutes later, her knock sounded at my office door. She had just gotten off work, and she still had on the white Oxford, black jeans and a sensible pair of black ballet flats on her feet.

Sorry I’m late,“ she said. "I went to the intern bullpen first, thinking I’d find you there, but no, you’ve got yourself some serious digs of your own!

She said it half in jest, but her eyes were wide as she glanced around my office.

"OK, so forget the lawyer joke I made earlier,” she said.

Her head swiveled back and forth at the well-appointed space. “You’ve clearly done OK for yourself, haven’t you?”

I could tell she was suddenly getting a little self-conscious. After all, we weren’t that far apart in age, and here she was, a lowly barista standing in the office of a corporate lawyer.

I was still a rookie, but you wouldn’t have known it from the sprawling office and floor-to-ceiling city view. My firm had been in this building, its new home, for just four months, and I knew it was only a matter of time before a new partner claimed my office. But I was definitely enjoying it while it lasted.

I walked to shut the door behind Rachel.

“I’m no big shot just yet,” I said, trying to put her at ease. I sunk into one of two low-lying leather chairs on either side of a small glass coffee table. She sunk into the other one, glancing up at me through those cute glasses.

“Aw man, and here I was thinking I’d hit the jackpot,” she mused. “Don’t tell me you’re the cleaning crew and we’re about to get kicked out of here.”

“Not a chance,” I said.

I had locked the door, and now I was feeling kind of weird about having done it. What was I expecting to happen in my office on a Monday afternoon? Were we going to go at it on the desk?

It wasn’t a half-bad idea. But I understood the power dynamics here, and I did not want beautiful, blue-eyed Rachel to feel like I was pressuring her into anything she didn’t want.

“This really is my office, and we have the place all to ourselves,” I said to reassure her.

“Good,” she said. She looked at me for a long moment, like a tiger eyeing its prey.

“So Rachel,” I started, “if you’re not in your 30s, how old are you?”

“Why, are you hiring?” She smirked, and then winked at me.

“I’m 21,” she said finally.

“Twenty-one,” I repeated.

I was openly checking her out now. Her breasts were small, but well proportioned. She had a slender, elegant figure.

She saw me eyeing her and stood up.

“Do I look older or younger?” she said, spinning slowly around. I admired her butt again as she turned. She struck a pose and met my gaze, batting dark lashes back at me.

“You look incredible.” My voice was suddenly hoarse.

In reply, Rachel flexed her calves and slipped her feet from the ballet flats. Then she began to walk toward me slowly, her eyes locked on mine.

Her voice lowered, and all her words slowed and strung themselves out luxuriously across the still air of the office. “You know what, Mr. Lawyer?” she said, reaching for the top button of her shirt. “I … have been … thinking … about you … all … damn … day.”

As she spoke, her bare feet plodded softly across the thick white rug. She stopped when she reached me, and stood with her knees touching mine.

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” Her eyes narrowed at me. A woman taking charge.

The button fell loose. She reached for the second one.

“Do you mind if I … get out of this?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and trembling slightly.

“Not at all,” I said. I leaned forward and slid my hands around her thighs.

“Good,” she said. Then she added, “I need to be dressed appropriately for our … workout.”

My palms slid up across her butt, and my fingers closed around the cheeks. Her soft flesh dimpled under my grip, and then tightened as she flexed against my hands.

“Mmmm,” I said.

I looked up into Rachel’s half-lidded eyes. One by one, the rest of the buttons parted under her touch, the folds of the white Oxford shirt falling open in quiet sags around her pretty chest.

In that moment, nothing could have torn my eyes away from her. Her body swayed slightly as she stood there, her knees brushing mine. Then the final button parted and the shirt fell completely loose.

She wore a black plunging sports bra with grey accents, and her stomach was flat and toned, her skin smooth and creamy.

She shrugged casually, and the shirt fell from her shoulders, barely slowing as it slid down her arms and off, landing in a rumpled white arc around her bare feet.

She stood in front of me in bra and slacks, hands at her side, her breath coming in ragged, slow heaves as we studied each other. There was no movement or sound for a long time, each of us daring the other to move.

I thought about the window behind me that ran the entire length of my office, floor to ceiling, overlooking a bustling skyline of other offices, full of people all innocently going about their days. From the outside, I knew that if they were to look, they could see in to where Rachel now stood, half naked, waiting and willing to put herself on display—a voyeur’s wet dream incarnate.

It was a huge turn-on.

I kissed her belly, kneading her butt cheeks with my fingers.

She ran her hands through my hair.

“What if I told you that I’ve wanted to do this for weeks?” she asked.

She’d seen me around the building? I suddenly felt bad that I had never noticed her before.

“Then I would tell you that you should have made your move much sooner,” I growled against her skin.

“Mmmmmm. Oh really.” She raised her hands to her chest, and in a single move, the bra came off over her head and her breasts spilled out from under it. They were small but beautiful, full and high and round, and her nipples stood out in delicate nibs against small, pale areolas.

My cock pulsed. I slid my hands up her sides and around her chest to clutch the twin mounds. She moaned and returned her hands to my hair, tousling it as I gripped her breasts, squeezing and rubbing.

My lips traced the skin of her belly, dropping soft, delicate kisses on her skin.

I looked up at her pretty face, flushed and rabidly sexy.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

She took a step back, eyes traveling the length of my body, down and back.

“Now,” she said.

I complied, standing and slipping my blazer off and dropping it over the arm of the chair. I slipped my belt from the buckle and untucked my shirt. The jeans unbuttoned and slid down my legs with a little bit of protest.

Topless and barefoot, Rachel stooped to a crouch and helped me pull the jeans off over my feet. Then, before I could take the rest of my clothes off, she placed a hand on my stomach and guided me backward into the chair again.

“Sit,” she said.

I settled down against the cushion, and her hands eased my cock free of my boxer briefs, sliding them partially down my thighs.

Her fingers were cool against me. She held my penis delicately, her eyes drinking in the sight of it, as her hand ran up and down.

“You have a gorgeous cock,” she said.

It pulsed in her hand.

“It likes you,” I said. She laughed.

I could hardly breathe. She was so gentle, and her hands so deft, that I was certain in that moment that she could bring me to orgasm just by holding me.

She leaned forward and put her lips against it, resting them there for a blissful moment before she kissed it and pulled back slightly.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve never had sex in an office before.”

I smiled innocently, “Oh, is that what we’re doing? Having sex?” I placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it gently. She began to move her fingers up and down my cock, and my breath got shorter. “And here I thought … you were just here for … ” She leaned forward and took the head of my penis between her lips, easing it into her mouth. “… a … legal … consult,” I finished.

“Ugh.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes, running a hand alongside her head to hold her while she sucked.

I was deep inside her mouth, her pretty head bobbing up and down, her soft, bare breasts pressing against my legs, when the phone on my desk rang.

“Shit.”

“What is it?” She popped her head up.

I had to allow myself a laugh as I took in the tableau in front of me—the beautiful bare-chested girl kneeling on the floor of my law office in the middle of a Monday afternoon.

With a look halfway between apology and despair, I said, “I have to take this call.”

“Oh. OK.” She wiped her mouth with one hand and started to stand. “Do you need me to leave?”

I thought for a moment.

“No,” I finally said. “It’s just a conference call. I won’t have to say much. Please. Stay.”

She stood, smiling.

“OK,” she said. “In that case…”

She unfastened her slacks and slid her thumbs under the waistband, pulling them down her legs and stepping out of them.

I blinked. The phone rang again.

I jumped across the room, glancing over my shoulder at Rachel as I answered the phone.

Our receptionist Sara’s voice came over the line.

“Jeff, I have you dialed into your 4 o'clock conference call. Hang on a sec while I put you through.”

“Thanks Sara.”

With a click, a few other voices started in, mid-sentence, already involved in conversation.

Rachel walked toward the desk where I stood in only my dress shirt. She wore a delicate, cheeky pair of light blue panties. I stared at her, transfixed, as she crossed into the shaft of golden light streaming in through the office window.

“Hi everybody,” I said into the phone. My eyes never left her body. “Sorry I’m late.”

A chorus of hellos came through the phone speaker.

Rachel hoisted herself up to sit on the corner of the desk, directly in front of where I stood. Her knees rested on either side of my protruding cock.

The sunlight bathed her bare skin, carving its way down her curves like a knife, sharp edges tracing her cheek, neck, breasts, arms, making her two small nipples glow like Christmas lights, and casting the space between her thighs in a deep, tantalising shadow.

Her toes wiggled against my legs as she ran her hands up my chest to clasp behind my neck.

We kissed, firmly, purposefully. Her lips drove every moment, twisting and sliding against mine.

The chatter of the phone call continued in the background, but for the moment, neither of us was listening.

Rachel’s tongue slipped into my mouth and wandered around it, running along my teeth, twisting against my tongue, sliding across my lips.

I gave a soft moan. I’d never been kissed like this. Just Rachel’s kiss alone was more intimate and passionate than any sexual encounter I’d ever had.

As we kissed, I reached up to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, slipping it from my arms and letting it fall to the floor. The only piece of cloth remaining on either of our bodies was Rachel’s pair of light blue panties, which by now had become visibly moistened, a dark wet spot forming at the crotch.

Her hands dropped to her lap, and for a few quiet moments, only our lips touched. We slowed our kisses, parting our lips and re-engaging, soft gentle touches over and over. The subtle sensation made my whole body tingle and spark.

This girl was driving me crazy.

Finally, someone on the call addressed me, asking a question about some recent developments at the firm. I started to respond, when I felt Rachel’s cool fingers wrap around my cock. I closed my eyes and swallowed desperately.

I did my best to talk normally. Once I’d gotten the words out, I lunged for the Mute button.

“You,” I said. She bit her lip. “Turn around.”

I was done with subtlety.

I pulled her roughly from the desk, grabbing her by her slender hips and spinning her, pressing a hand to her back to bend her forward against the desk.

“Yes,” she said.

With one hand on her bare back, my other gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her buttocks to her knees.

I ran my fingers down her back. “Your skin is so smooth,” I whispered.

With my foot, I slid the panties the rest of the way to the floor, leaving Rachel the pretty barista, finally, completely naked in my office.

She was a picture of feminine beauty. The stuff of paintings and poems.

The lips of her pussy flowered open in delicate deep pink folds between her parted thighs. I slipped a finger gingerly along her opening, feeling the moisture that had begun to build up.

I raised myself into position against her entrance. The sunlight on her skin gave her whole body a dramatic radiance.

She whimpered, begging.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t tease me.”

Right then, someone on the call asked me about a brief my firm had filed the week before, and with a glance over her shoulder at me, Rachel dutifully reached forward and pressed the Mute button again, extinguishing its orange light so that I could respond to the questioner.

The moment she did, I plunged myself deep into her glowing, golden body.

Rachel threw a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry as I buried the entire length of my penis inside her.

It took Herculean restraint, but I managed to answer the caller’s question, even with my engorged dick planted deep in the vagina of a 21-year-old brunette.

“Yes, that was taken care … of,” I managed, before I lunged for the Mute button again.

“Ugh!” We both groaned in unison. I grabbed one of Rachel’s thighs and swung it up, stretching her long, slender leg across the desk.

“You have such a beautiful body,” I said.

“Your cock feels so amazing inside me,” she said. “Don’t stop.” She turned her head and looked me in the eye. “Don’t. Stop.”

I pounded into her, feeling her canal hug me with a warm, tight suction, strumming my shaft as I moved in and out.

I groaned. “You feel so good, Rachel.”

My strokes were coarse and urgent. I reached out and gripped her shoulders as my thrusts picked up speed. Rachel’s body began to flush, bright pink blotches on her pale skin as I carried her toward a climax.

“Jeff,” she said. “Take me.”

She reached back and slid a hand around my butt, pulling me to her and holding me inside as she arched her back, raising herself up to rest her head against my shoulder.

With her back against my chest, she reached behind my head and cradled it against hers. She lowered her leg from the desk, which had the effect of contracting her vagina, tightening her grip on me even more.

“I’m yours,” she said. “Take me.”

“Baby,” I whispered. At this pace, I knew I didn’t have long.

I wrapped her body in my arms, one hand groping for her breasts, the other sliding down to rub her clitoris. I pushed myself as deep into her as I could, and I held myself there, feeling her wrapped around me like a warm, wet cocoon.

She lowered her hand over mine and mashed my fingers harder into her crotch. Our bodies danced and swayed against each other, our thighs rubbing together, our limbs squirming and flexing.

If it were possible, I’d make this moment last a lifetime, I thought.

“Where do you want me to cum for you, Rachel?” I asked.

At that moment, her orgasm hit. She nuzzled her cheek against my chest and shuddered. I felt her vagina clench, and then soften. She shuddered again, hard. Her eyes shut tight, and her mouth fell open as her skin flushed deep red, her whole body shot through with a series of spastic tremors.

Between the shudders, she groaned, “Cummmm … in— … side … me.”

Ugh.

Two more firm thrusts into her, and I lost my load.

My muscles twitched like I’d been electrocuted. My knees buckled against hers, and together we sank against the desk, her hands reaching forward to steady us as I erupted over and over, a thick torrent of semen gushing out of my cock and up into her delicate body.

Breathless and completely spent, we stood there in suspended animation, panting. Beads of sweat coated Rachel’s skin, sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

“Mmmm…” She turned and smiled at me, squeezing her thighs tighter.

My semen leaked from her vagina, running in creamy white rivulets down the insides of her legs and dripping onto the carpeted floor.

“Jeff?” she said.

“Yes, Rachel?” I reached out and touched her breasts gently. What a perfect girl.

“Happy Cute 30-Something Awareness Day,” she said.

I leaned forward and we kissed.

A tinny voice on the phone line brought us back to earth.

“Errr… Jeff?”

I glanced down, and my face suddenly drained of all its colour. Rachel followed my gaze to the desk, and together our mouths dropped open in shock.

The Mute button was off.