part 1 (damn comment lengths)exquisitewhoreJune 26 2003, 08:58:59 UTC
It had been a tortuous sort of an evening, by your design, undoubtedly. I had invited several people over to showcase my meagre cooking abilities and my impeccable choices in strange booze. You knew already, how much I wanted you, from a giddy conversation weeks ago, before we had ever met in person. You arrived in a dress so small that it must have been carefully designed to allow you to show me any curve, any pink, delicious part of you, if you just knew how to bend and reach.
Most of the time, it was just risque, but you took the time to help me get ice for the drinks, accidentally dropped your purse while I was brushing past you to take a plate of vegetables into the other room, or something else which pushed it across the line to explicit. You made a game of trying to distract me when I was trying to talk, your hand disappearing under the table and a look of feigned or real pleasure passing over your face. Would I glance over? Would it go so far as to make me stop talking?
People filtered out one or two at a time, and only the last couple began to realize that you were staying longer than you needed to. When the last person left, you were almost laying back on an overstuffed chair. You put your hands on your pelvis and slowly inched up the hem of your dress, while I said some goodbyes, casting quick glances in your direction. When you spread your pussylips open and pushed a finger in, I spat out one last goodbye and closed the door, almost slamming it.
I turned towards you, almost immediately and crossed the room, kneeling down between your legs and putting my hands on your knees. As you stroke your lips and tease the pink nub of your clit, I slid my hands up your thighs. Just as I thought I would touch you, your hand snaps lightning fast against my hand. I bit my lip hard and looked at you curiously, so you reached out for me, opened my pants and took a firm hold on my cock. "That's yours, this is mine."
I smiled wickedly back at you and followed your lead. I opened my pants further so you could see cock, balls, thighs, anything that gets touched when I pleasure myself, and we locked eyes for a long while, each trying to make the right sort of groan that would crack the other, make someone lunge for the hot body only inches away. And you won. I grabbed your shoulders with a growl and leaned in so you could feel my shaft pressed against your cunt. At once you both pretended to push me away with your hands and lifted your hips up to meet mine. We kissed deeply, breaking it now and then only because there was so much tender flesh nearby to be bitten and sucked.
I shifted my hips and pressed the head of my cock against you, pushing strongly to force it inside, and you reached down to open yourself up, letting my hips slam into yours full force and making you buck up into me as my hands slid over your chest. You draped your arms around my neck, you wrapped your legs around my body. For a moment you were up off the chair, resting entirely on my cock, and then down again, on your back with your knees almost to your shoulders as I rose up onto my feet a little more.
As I fucked you, feeling your juices drip down my shaft, along your thighs, between the cheeks of your ass, I thought of it. My eyes met your again and I grabbed your calves firmly and got them up on my shoulders. Almost standing now, I slid my cock from your cunt and slid it down just an inch, pushing it against that tight little star. You gasped and squealed, even screamed just a bit when I held your ass open and pushed myself into you, but in an instant it became groans louder than before as I started to fuck your ass and your fingers slipped down to accommodate your pussy.
I hissed and gasped, pulling out slowly and then grabbing your thights and yanking you onto my cock hard. It made me start to quiver and grip you tighter, digging nails into your thighs hard. Each thrust brought a new tone of gasp or moan until finally I could not control myself any longer and gasps became hungry growls, and I put all of my strength into jamming into you hard and deep, almost folding you in half as I filled you up. The sudden display of intensity set something off in you, you found a spot that's just right, and your volume almost eclipsed mine. Just as I am finishing, rolling my hips, licking my lips, you hit a crescendo and began to buck wildly. Your spasms squeezed my spent cock, and each contraction just overloaded my senses over and over.
Both sated, somewhat, we stayed like that for a moment, taking in the sudden stillness of the empty house. We separated our bodies recuctantly and I leaned back, propping myself up on my hand, while my breath returned. For whatever reason, we didn't speak again until you were a virtual entity once more. An email arrived, thanking me for dinner and wondering when I was having people over again.
Most of the time, it was just risque, but you took the time to help me get ice for the drinks, accidentally dropped your purse while I was brushing past you to take a plate of vegetables into the other room, or something else which pushed it across the line to explicit. You made a game of trying to distract me when I was trying to talk, your hand disappearing under the table and a look of feigned or real pleasure passing over your face. Would I glance over? Would it go so far as to make me stop talking?
People filtered out one or two at a time, and only the last couple began to realize that you were staying longer than you needed to. When the last person left, you were almost laying back on an overstuffed chair. You put your hands on your pelvis and slowly inched up the hem of your dress, while I said some goodbyes, casting quick glances in your direction. When you spread your pussylips open and pushed a finger in, I spat out one last goodbye and closed the door, almost slamming it.
I turned towards you, almost immediately and crossed the room, kneeling down between your legs and putting my hands on your knees. As you stroke your lips and tease the pink nub of your clit, I slid my hands up your thighs. Just as I thought I would touch you, your hand snaps lightning fast against my hand. I bit my lip hard and looked at you curiously, so you reached out for me, opened my pants and took a firm hold on my cock. "That's yours, this is mine."
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I shifted my hips and pressed the head of my cock against you, pushing strongly to force it inside, and you reached down to open yourself up, letting my hips slam into yours full force and making you buck up into me as my hands slid over your chest. You draped your arms around my neck, you wrapped your legs around my body. For a moment you were up off the chair, resting entirely on my cock, and then down again, on your back with your knees almost to your shoulders as I rose up onto my feet a little more.
As I fucked you, feeling your juices drip down my shaft, along your thighs, between the cheeks of your ass, I thought of it. My eyes met your again and I grabbed your calves firmly and got them up on my shoulders. Almost standing now, I slid my cock from your cunt and slid it down just an inch, pushing it against that tight little star. You gasped and squealed, even screamed just a bit when I held your ass open and pushed myself into you, but in an instant it became groans louder than before as I started to fuck your ass and your fingers slipped down to accommodate your pussy.
I hissed and gasped, pulling out slowly and then grabbing your thights and yanking you onto my cock hard. It made me start to quiver and grip you tighter, digging nails into your thighs hard. Each thrust brought a new tone of gasp or moan until finally I could not control myself any longer and gasps became hungry growls, and I put all of my strength into jamming into you hard and deep, almost folding you in half as I filled you up. The sudden display of intensity set something off in you, you found a spot that's just right, and your volume almost eclipsed mine. Just as I am finishing, rolling my hips, licking my lips, you hit a crescendo and began to buck wildly. Your spasms squeezed my spent cock, and each contraction just overloaded my senses over and over.
Both sated, somewhat, we stayed like that for a moment, taking in the sudden stillness of the empty house. We separated our bodies recuctantly and I leaned back, propping myself up on my hand, while my breath returned. For whatever reason, we didn't speak again until you were a virtual entity once more. An email arrived, thanking me for dinner and wondering when I was having people over again.
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