Friday Night Fucking
anonymous
May 15 2010, 03:22:00 UTC
"Alfred," Alina Kirkland sighed as she leaned back in her chair, noting that a pair of soft lifts had begun to press kisses along her neck and shoulders. She put her weathered copy of Pride and Prejudice down and said, "Darling, didn't we just have sex this morning?" She glanced over the tops of her reading glasses to look at Alfred, America, grinned up at her with bright blue eyes. He pressed another soft kiss to her collarbone as he wrapped his arms around the smaller nation.
"But Ally," Alfred whined as blonde strands of hair flopped into his face, "It's not that late. And I had way too much time to think today. You know what happens when I'm not distracted with work all the time at the office...I start thinking about you-"
"Alfred-" Alina started sternly as he reached up to twirl one of her trademark pigtails, biting his lip adorably. She realized that her lover-boyfriend-whatever, was practically on top of her in her chair, those boyish blue eyes beginning to smolder. He traced a finger over the outline of her bra through her sensible white blouse.
"I was wondering about how we'd celebrate a Friday night this week...we've been together for three months now Ally. And we've had sex, and it's been awesome, but I want to do something for you, babe." He grinned lasciviously and reached to finger the top button of her shirt. Alina decided to play along, brushing her hand against his face and settling back in her old, comfy chair.
"What did you want to do to me?" she asked, grinning seductively as she adjusted her black rimmed glasses. 'Sexy librarian glasses' as Alfred called them. He melted whenever she wore them. Alfred began to kiss her neck, slowly unbuttoning her sensible shirt to reveal her not-so-sensible choice of underwear. Ridiculously lacy, but Italian, not French. She sighed as he softly squeezed her breasts, rubbing his fingers over her sensitive nipples.
"Al," she sighed, "Hard-oh, you know what you're doing," she moaned as he shimmied her pencil skirt off, leaving her there in her underwear. Alina noticed the prominent tent in Alfred's pants, and she grinned again, reaching forward and rubbing it softly, relishing the look of tortured pleasure that crossed America's face, "So," she said, taking her hand back away, "Fantasizing, you said? Are you going to show me at all?"
Alfred's expression turned positively wicked as he ducked down in between her legs. She squealed and froze, trying to push his face away from the apex of her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, clamping his legs together. Alfred smiled up at her and ran a hand softly over her thigh, squeezing gently.
"Returning the favor for what you did in the closet at the world conference last tuesday." Her face blushed bright scarlet as she thought of how, in a moment of hormones and horniness, she'd yanked Alfred into the janitor's closet and sucked his cock until he was trembling before pushing him over the edge. Alina had absolutely tortured him...oh dear.
Alfred began to tug off her panties, revealing her smooth skin. He pressed a kiss at the top of her sex, and she whimpered a bit. He'd never...she'd never, not this kind of sex, not with his tongue so close to there. Alfred looked up at her once more, purposefully sticking out his tongue and licking a clean stripe up her slit. She almost screamed at the sensation of wetness, then coolness. Alina felt heat pool in her stomach as she watched Alfred begin to suck two of his fingers before pushing them into her. She squealed at the different kind of fullness she was experiencing, at the shiver that went through her as Alfred pressed against something inside her
"My god!" she cried, pressing her back further into the chair, "Alfred, what the bloody hell-?"
"Relax babe," he said, beginning to crook his fingers inside her. She yelped and clutched at the chair as he smiled in an infuriatingly satisfying way, "I'll take care of you."
"But Ally," Alfred whined as blonde strands of hair flopped into his face, "It's not that late. And I had way too much time to think today. You know what happens when I'm not distracted with work all the time at the office...I start thinking about you-"
"Alfred-" Alina started sternly as he reached up to twirl one of her trademark pigtails, biting his lip adorably. She realized that her lover-boyfriend-whatever, was practically on top of her in her chair, those boyish blue eyes beginning to smolder. He traced a finger over the outline of her bra through her sensible white blouse.
"I was wondering about how we'd celebrate a Friday night this week...we've been together for three months now Ally. And we've had sex, and it's been awesome, but I want to do something for you, babe." He grinned lasciviously and reached to finger the top button of her shirt. Alina decided to play along, brushing her hand against his face and settling back in her old, comfy chair.
"What did you want to do to me?" she asked, grinning seductively as she adjusted her black rimmed glasses. 'Sexy librarian glasses' as Alfred called them. He melted whenever she wore them. Alfred began to kiss her neck, slowly unbuttoning her sensible shirt to reveal her not-so-sensible choice of underwear. Ridiculously lacy, but Italian, not French. She sighed as he softly squeezed her breasts, rubbing his fingers over her sensitive nipples.
"Al," she sighed, "Hard-oh, you know what you're doing," she moaned as he shimmied her pencil skirt off, leaving her there in her underwear. Alina noticed the prominent tent in Alfred's pants, and she grinned again, reaching forward and rubbing it softly, relishing the look of tortured pleasure that crossed America's face, "So," she said, taking her hand back away, "Fantasizing, you said? Are you going to show me at all?"
Alfred's expression turned positively wicked as he ducked down in between her legs. She squealed and froze, trying to push his face away from the apex of her thighs.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, clamping his legs together. Alfred smiled up at her and ran a hand softly over her thigh, squeezing gently.
"Returning the favor for what you did in the closet at the world conference last tuesday." Her face blushed bright scarlet as she thought of how, in a moment of hormones and horniness, she'd yanked Alfred into the janitor's closet and sucked his cock until he was trembling before pushing him over the edge. Alina had absolutely tortured him...oh dear.
Alfred began to tug off her panties, revealing her smooth skin. He pressed a kiss at the top of her sex, and she whimpered a bit. He'd never...she'd never, not this kind of sex, not with his tongue so close to there. Alfred looked up at her once more, purposefully sticking out his tongue and licking a clean stripe up her slit. She almost screamed at the sensation of wetness, then coolness. Alina felt heat pool in her stomach as she watched Alfred begin to suck two of his fingers before pushing them into her. She squealed at the different kind of fullness she was experiencing, at the shiver that went through her as Alfred pressed against something inside her
"My god!" she cried, pressing her back further into the chair, "Alfred, what the bloody hell-?"
"Relax babe," he said, beginning to crook his fingers inside her. She yelped and clutched at the chair as he smiled in an infuriatingly satisfying way, "I'll take care of you."
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THIS IS HOT AND AWESOME
GAH
I LOVE IT
PLEASE CONTINUE ANON
<3
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'ceremony negligence' ... don't think you need to worry about that here CAPTCHA
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Please continue? <3..
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I had a feeling no one would ever fill this but you are! <3
And your America and England are prefect! So in character!
Please continue beloved anon!!! <3
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