"Stripping", Helen Magnus/John Druitt, Helen dressing as a man (Fic)
Here is the rest of my entry for the sfa_pornbattle
Title: "Stripping"
Pairing: Helen Magnus/John Druitt
Prompt: Helen dressing as a man
Rating: R - NC17
Word Count: 1,098
Stripping
When the coachman picked her up, the street was dimly lit and he assumed she was a man. When he dropped her off and she said thank you, his mouth dropped open at the sound of her voice. He shook his head and grinned as he watched her walk away, his lusty imagination running wild.
John opened his door and his jaw dropped as he took in the sight his lover; she was dressed as a man from head to toe, complete with black topcoat and tophat.
“What do you think?” Helen asked, a twinkle in her eye as she turned around for him.
“What the devil are you doing?” he asked, incredulous but chuckling. She looked incredibly sexy in these men’s clothes; now all he wanted was for her to be out of them. He started toward her, lust in his blue eyes.
“Stop where you are.” Helen held up her hands. “Sit down and relax. I want to show you something.” He obeyed and sat on the bed, a smile playing across his lips as he thought about what a lucky man he was.
Helen flashed him a sexy little grin, turning around slowly, undoing the buttons of the long coat. She slid it slowly off one shoulder, then the next, and threw it to a nearby chair. Next came the black waistcoat, as slowly as the topcoat, and she began swaying her hips in time to music only she could hear. John’s arousal was growing as he watched his lover undress in front of him, teasing him with her leisurely pace. The waistcoat joined the coat on the chair as she ran her hands slowly over her curves. Anticipating John’s hands replacing hers, she became aware of the increasing arousal between her legs.
Helen turned her back to John, bending languidly to undo her shoes. He was most taken with the sight of her bottom in the air and knew she was aware of this when she turned her head and winked a lovely blue eye. As she stepped out of the shoes, she turned toward him, untying the bow tie around her neck. She began to unbutton the white shirt as she sashayed closer to John. Using her legs to push his apart, she stood swaying between them as the last of the buttons were undone. She took the tie from her neck and bent to place it around his, kissing his lips as she did so, then brushing her hand over his stiffening cock. He reached for her but she stepped back just enough to avoid it.
Grinning a devilish grin, she pulled the shirt just off of her shoulders, thrusting her undershirt covered breasts out slightly; John could plainly see the tightened nipples outlined by the thin cotton, his hands itching to touch them. She turned her back again, shifting the shirt further down her arms with a shimmy of her shoulders, backing up to her place between his legs. This time she didn’t move away when John reached up, grasping the shirt by the arms and pulling it off of her.
Facing him once more, hips swaying, she closed her eyes and ran her hands from her hips to her cotton covered breasts which she caressed and squeezed as John’s growing erection made him increasingly uncomfortable…but happy. She touched the brim of the tophat with one hand, tilting her head, then pulling it off and tossing it, her glorious blond curls tumbling down around her shoulders.
John could wait no longer to touch her, and reached up to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the hard nipples. Helen cupped his face, bent and took his mouth, her tongue seeking his, instantly deepening their kiss. He lifted the thin piece of cotton covering her, pulling it quickly over her head and throwing it aside as his mouth covered one her breasts, sucking hard at the bud. His hand found it’s way under the waist of her trousers and moved quickly lower; she had forgone the silly tradition of wearing underwear. John smiled against her breast, moving his hand between her legs and without preamble began stroking through the slippery, wet folds. Her breathing began to deepen and Helen slid the trousers down her legs as he continued to fondle her pussy until her fluid began to drip onto his fingers. He looked up into her eyes as he raised a finger to his lips, tasting her, then returning his hand for more.
He was making her crazy and she wanted him inside her, filling her. She pushed him back on the bed and he lost his hold on her. She grabbed the waist of his pants/underwear, yanking them down his legs, causing his growing erection to stand to full attention. Her eyes were clouded with lust as she crawled onto the bed, pushing him down, then straddled his cock, pressing it against his belly. Rocking her hips, spreading her arousal over the length of it, she unbuttoned his shirt and laid it open, feeling the muscles of his chest with her hands, leaning over to place kisses over the expanse of it.
John eased her up to a sitting position, reaching between her legs and finding her clit with his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it, causing a gasp to escape her lips. Rising up on her knees, she took his cock in her hand, stroked it hard a couple of times, eliciting a moan from him, and guided it to her opening. Lowering herself onto it, moaning softly, she began riding him as John fondled her breasts, frequently leaning forward to suck and lick them.
When Helen leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands, gliding her tongue over his lips, John wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and began driving his cock into her slick, hot depths at a furious pace. They were panting, groaning, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together urging them on until they came almost simultaneously, bodies jerking, quivering as Helen spilled over him and John emptied himself into her body.
Helen remained on top of John while they recovered; they kissed, and caressed, whispering their love for each other until he softened inside her.
Her blue eyes were glittering as she sat up straddling his thighs, and asked coyly, “Would you like anything more, John?”
John grinned, pushing her back gently, his head pausing between her knees.
Helen gave him her winning smile, cupped his head and pulled it lower between her open legs. Sighing a happily she said, “As you wish.”