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quickienewyork:

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#560)
The next room is loud.
I can hear people talking and drinking, but I’m more focused on the fact that she’s no longer wearing her dress. She hangs it casually on a hook before climbing onto my lap and whispering in my ear. 
“We have at least three minutes before anyone asks where we went.”
He mouth tastes likes Zinfandel and I’m hard before she can undo my belt. I bite her lip as she presses against me, but we’re fumbling more than dancing. I try to hold the black lace to one side as she licks her fingers and then rubs saliva over the head of my cock. She squeezes me hard, but I have to lift her with one hand and she loses her grip. 
I move down to her neck and her breasts as she sits up once more, and this time we somehow manage to find the right angle. I only rub against her lips for a moment before I’m inside her, and she moans so loudly into my ear that I’m sure everyone will hear us. 
My teeth are on her collar bone as I try not to leave marks and she’s desperately trying to move up and down without my cock slipping out. When I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her to me I’m sure I can’t get any deeper. She clenches as her mouth finds mine again and she starts the quick ascent into orgasm. 
I bite my own lip to keep quiet as she trembles over me, and I push up onto my toes trying to make myself come as well. I pulled her tighter, and then it’s over. My face is between her breasts, my cock is pulsing, and she’s rolling over me like she’s riding a wave.
It takes a few minutes for her to fix her hair, so I zip up her dress as she stares into her small mirror. 
“Back to the party?” I ask.
“What was your name, again?” she asks.
I kiss her once more before we open the door and walk back into the noise.
Guy New York

absolutely delicious…..chance encounters, spontaneous sensuality

quickienewyork:

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#560)

The next room is loud.

I can hear people talking and drinking, but I’m more focused on the fact that she’s no longer wearing her dress. She hangs it casually on a hook before climbing onto my lap and whispering in my ear. 

“We have at least three minutes before anyone asks where we went.”

He mouth tastes likes Zinfandel and I’m hard before she can undo my belt. I bite her lip as she presses against me, but we’re fumbling more than dancing. I try to hold the black lace to one side as she licks her fingers and then rubs saliva over the head of my cock. She squeezes me hard, but I have to lift her with one hand and she loses her grip. 

I move down to her neck and her breasts as she sits up once more, and this time we somehow manage to find the right angle. I only rub against her lips for a moment before I’m inside her, and she moans so loudly into my ear that I’m sure everyone will hear us. 

My teeth are on her collar bone as I try not to leave marks and she’s desperately trying to move up and down without my cock slipping out. When I wrap my arm around the small of her back and pull her to me I’m sure I can’t get any deeper. She clenches as her mouth finds mine again and she starts the quick ascent into orgasm. 

I bite my own lip to keep quiet as she trembles over me, and I push up onto my toes trying to make myself come as well. I pulled her tighter, and then it’s over. My face is between her breasts, my cock is pulsing, and she’s rolling over me like she’s riding a wave.

It takes a few minutes for her to fix her hair, so I zip up her dress as she stares into her small mirror. 

“Back to the party?” I ask.

“What was your name, again?” she asks.

I kiss her once more before we open the door and walk back into the noise.

Guy New York

absolutely delicious…..chance encounters, spontaneous sensuality

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Nudus Foris: Hot night, cold town

nudusforis:

Ever since making a comment on-line about my innocence being stolen by Jenny K on the bathroom floor of her parents’ house I have been inundated with a slew of requests (two is a slew, right?) for more information about said event. So here it is: but I must warn you gentle reader - this story…

sooooo yummy. god i love stories like this.

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delectabledeviants:

Eyes closed. Be at your naughtiest. Show me how you fingerfuck. I wonder what you’re thinking of. Seeing your fingertip dip into honey. Seeing you spread it over and around. Watch you throb and sigh. Wanting you. Utterly wanting you.
Listen as my zip unpicks. Pick up on the detail of my boxer buttons being undone. Catch the sigh in the darkness that means my hand is teasing. Watching you. watching that you don’t open your eyes. watching you fuck lust get furious.
Daring at your hand reaches to tease naughtier places. Is this how you play? is this what you do when you think of me? Can you hear me playing for you, over you? Back and forth, back and forth. Seeing the pretty kitten blushing and lustrous and utterly wanton. 
Do you know i’ve moved closer? is that the reason behind your more extravagant moans? I’m holding off. Trying to. Judging your actions, the constant curves of your body as your being is rocked by wave after wave after wave.
I wonder how you will react when I cum for you? When I cum all over you. My cock mere inches from your cunt and your fingers. As you feel me cover you with my hot sticky sex. I want to watch you rub it in, as your brand new honey. push it inside you, around in those circles that tease.
I want to still be spunking when the moment shakes you. When you become ever more lost in the darkness, shaking in violent spikes. To hear your soft voice scream out as if to find me. The suited gentleman in the somewhere, teasing as he watches you sin.

so deliciously hot I can hardly stand it. 

delectabledeviants:

Eyes closed. Be at your naughtiest. Show me how you fingerfuck. I wonder what you’re thinking of. Seeing your fingertip dip into honey. Seeing you spread it over and around. Watch you throb and sigh. Wanting you. Utterly wanting you.

Listen as my zip unpicks. Pick up on the detail of my boxer buttons being undone. Catch the sigh in the darkness that means my hand is teasing. Watching you. watching that you don’t open your eyes. watching you fuck lust get furious.

Daring at your hand reaches to tease naughtier places. Is this how you play? is this what you do when you think of me? Can you hear me playing for you, over you? Back and forth, back and forth. Seeing the pretty kitten blushing and lustrous and utterly wanton. 

Do you know i’ve moved closer? is that the reason behind your more extravagant moans? I’m holding off. Trying to. Judging your actions, the constant curves of your body as your being is rocked by wave after wave after wave.

I wonder how you will react when I cum for you? When I cum all over you. My cock mere inches from your cunt and your fingers. As you feel me cover you with my hot sticky sex. I want to watch you rub it in, as your brand new honey. push it inside you, around in those circles that tease.

I want to still be spunking when the moment shakes you. When you become ever more lost in the darkness, shaking in violent spikes. To hear your soft voice scream out as if to find me. The suited gentleman in the somewhere, teasing as he watches you sin.

so deliciously hot I can hardly stand it. 

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delectabledeviants:

For her it was about meeting strangers. The danger as they took her to somewhere she didn’t know whether she could escape from. Their house. A hotel. If she could talk them into somewhere eclectic. An ex lover’s house as they slept. Their workplace.
There she would let them tease her. Tongue beyond the tops of her stockings. Over her knickers. Amd, if they deserved it, letting them pull her underwear aside, feel the throb of her bud against their lick, taste deep between her legs.
She loved to walk away with them wanton. Getting back to her car, driving somewhere, parking and thinking of them frustrated, wanking their cock fast and hard, spunking wildly at the thought of the sex they wanted, but didn’t have. Of them visiting the same place again in the hope of meeting with her again. Yet, chances are, they wouldn’t. And even if they did see her again, she’d be sure to maintain eye contact and walk away if they advanced. Make sure they got an eyeful of her walking away with someone else. Would they go home and play at the memory of the girl that got away? She hoped so.
She sat in her car and fingerfucked wildly, eyes closed, half hoping that someone would stop. Watch. open her car door and seize the initiative. 

grooooan. this is so hot. 

delectabledeviants:

For her it was about meeting strangers. The danger as they took her to somewhere she didn’t know whether she could escape from. Their house. A hotel. If she could talk them into somewhere eclectic. An ex lover’s house as they slept. Their workplace.

There she would let them tease her. Tongue beyond the tops of her stockings. Over her knickers. Amd, if they deserved it, letting them pull her underwear aside, feel the throb of her bud against their lick, taste deep between her legs.

She loved to walk away with them wanton. Getting back to her car, driving somewhere, parking and thinking of them frustrated, wanking their cock fast and hard, spunking wildly at the thought of the sex they wanted, but didn’t have. Of them visiting the same place again in the hope of meeting with her again. Yet, chances are, they wouldn’t. And even if they did see her again, she’d be sure to maintain eye contact and walk away if they advanced. Make sure they got an eyeful of her walking away with someone else. Would they go home and play at the memory of the girl that got away? She hoped so.

She sat in her car and fingerfucked wildly, eyes closed, half hoping that someone would stop. Watch. open her car door and seize the initiative. 

grooooan. this is so hot. 

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cindersk:

He couldn’t take it anymore.   She had eyed him all through the service, and then during the receiving line, she stood right next to him… brushing against him repeatedly. First it was her hand against his… then her tit against his arm… and then near the end, she actually had the nerve to brush her hand against the growing bulge in his tuxedo pants. The bride was just inches away at the time, and nearly caught the flushed look on his face. When he realized he would be sitting next to her during supper, he almost lost his composure… and the large load he was carrying because of her.  He decided that some retribution was in order.  So, he snuck his hand underneath the table cloth during the litany of toasts and well wishes and found her very wet, and very hot pussy.  Keeping his eyes on the podium, he fingered her to the brink and back a number of times.  She was a writhing, panting, wine-swilling mess by the time that the bride and groom said their thank you’s. All it took was a look… a split second of complete eye contact and as soon as they could leave discreetly without being missed they exited the Reception hall.  He walked about twenty feet in front of her, leading the way through the halls of the hotel basement.  He finally reached the door he was looking for. An rarely used washroom in the very bowels of the hotel nearest the conference rooms that were always empty at night.  He opened the door, and held it for her as she brushed past.  He hung his tuxedo jacket on the supplied hook and turned to her. He wasted no time, as he lifted her up and unceremoniously placed her on the edge of the sink. He had his hard bulging cock in his hand within seconds, and ripping off her soaked panties, pushed himself deep into her extremely wet and hot cunt.  He held her legs spread open as his thick hard cock plunged in and out of her dripping pussy.  The sex was needy, animalistic and lust filled. There were no pretty words or flowery phrases. There were grunts, and moans, and nails and fingers digging into flesh.  They only had a short time and he intended on getting the biggest bang for his buck that he could.  It had been building all night… she had made sure of that.  Now it was up to him to finish them both off.  He pounded her pussy relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass as she held onto the edge of the sink as best she could. He growled, telling her that his release was near, and that did it for her.  She came with a guttural moan that rang through the tiled room.  He soon followed suit, emptying into her with a final brutal thrust and a primal groan. He dropped her legs, panting heavily as he reached for a paper towel to help clean himself off.  She clung to the sink for a few extra seconds as she tried to regain the use of her legs, still shaking from the epic orgasm.  He smiled at her and moved a piece of hair from her face. He gently pressed his lips to hers as a whispered gratitude met her ears. She smiled, and tried to fix her hair a bit as he put the tuxedo jacket back on.  His ears perked up as he heard the orchestra warming up. He looked at her and she nodded to him.  He opened the door and they hurried back to the reception. After all, neither could be late for their dances with the happy couple. As the Father of the Bride, and the Mother of the Groom, they did still have jobs to do.

The last line is the best line of all. But read the whole thing first! :-) This one is worth filing on my Blog page devoted to the erotic writing of others

cindersk:

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

She had eyed him all through the service, and then during the receiving line, she stood right next to him… brushing against him repeatedly. First it was her hand against his… then her tit against his arm… and then near the end, she actually had the nerve to brush her hand against the growing bulge in his tuxedo pants. The bride was just inches away at the time, and nearly caught the flushed look on his face.

When he realized he would be sitting next to her during supper, he almost lost his composure… and the large load he was carrying because of her.  He decided that some retribution was in order.  So, he snuck his hand underneath the table cloth during the litany of toasts and well wishes and found her very wet, and very hot pussy.  Keeping his eyes on the podium, he fingered her to the brink and back a number of times.  She was a writhing, panting, wine-swilling mess by the time that the bride and groom said their thank you’s.

All it took was a look… a split second of complete eye contact and as soon as they could leave discreetly without being missed they exited the Reception hall.  He walked about twenty feet in front of her, leading the way through the halls of the hotel basement.  He finally reached the door he was looking for. An rarely used washroom in the very bowels of the hotel nearest the conference rooms that were always empty at night.  He opened the door, and held it for her as she brushed past.  He hung his tuxedo jacket on the supplied hook and turned to her.

He wasted no time, as he lifted her up and unceremoniously placed her on the edge of the sink. He had his hard bulging cock in his hand within seconds, and ripping off her soaked panties, pushed himself deep into her extremely wet and hot cunt.  He held her legs spread open as his thick hard cock plunged in and out of her dripping pussy.  The sex was needy, animalistic and lust filled. There were no pretty words or flowery phrases. There were grunts, and moans, and nails and fingers digging into flesh.  They only had a short time and he intended on getting the biggest bang for his buck that he could.  It had been building all night… she had made sure of that.  Now it was up to him to finish them both off.  He pounded her pussy relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass as she held onto the edge of the sink as best she could. He growled, telling her that his release was near, and that did it for her.  She came with a guttural moan that rang through the tiled room.  He soon followed suit, emptying into her with a final brutal thrust and a primal groan.

He dropped her legs, panting heavily as he reached for a paper towel to help clean himself off.  She clung to the sink for a few extra seconds as she tried to regain the use of her legs, still shaking from the epic orgasm.  He smiled at her and moved a piece of hair from her face. He gently pressed his lips to hers as a whispered gratitude met her ears. She smiled, and tried to fix her hair a bit as he put the tuxedo jacket back on.  His ears perked up as he heard the orchestra warming up. He looked at her and she nodded to him.  He opened the door and they hurried back to the reception.

After all, neither could be late for their dances with the happy couple. As the Father of the Bride, and the Mother of the Groom, they did still have jobs to do.

The last line is the best line of all. But read the whole thing first! :-) This one is worth filing on my Blog page devoted to the erotic writing of others

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presenceandsurrender:

The One-Minute Rule …
Coming in from the hot summer night, there was a sudden relief yet chill from the air conditioning as they traversed the entrance to the elevators.
The cool marble and glass of the lobby seemed a very unforgiving space, and a cool draft of air from the vent sent a shiver down her spine lightly clad as she was in a soft white sundress, still damp from the heat outside.
Her nipples responded to the cool air, lifting beautifully and creating two distinct bumps below her fitted dress.  This was not missed by him…
As the elevator doors opened, the crowd of 8 or 9 filed inside.  They were somewhere in the middle amongst the group of diners, all making small talk.  One of the riders pressed the Rooftop Restaurant button for the 25th floor.  The button tag glowed and after a momentary tone, the textured stainless doors closed locking them all into this space.
She was excited for dinner as it had been a long week, this was their first night out together in a while.  Her mind wandered for a moment until the jolt of the elevator knocked her back into him, just as his hand reached around, cupping her belly.  At first it was not clear, but as he pulled her back to his body she understood in a moment.  Her idle thoughts were now consumed with thought of the One-Minute Rule…
55…  Her heart quickened, her eyes darting about as she considered their options.  He was now hungry and wanting, and she could feel his erect cock hardening through his linen pants against her buttocks.  She could feel the warm tingle in her pussy as her anticipation grew.  Pulling her back firmly, his hand reached out past her shoulder to press the 24th floor button.
50…  The elevator continued to rise, their growing tension and excitement unbeknownst to all who accompanied them.  Between them there was an electricity and anticipation that they had both come to crave…
45…  “Almost there…” she thought, reflecting for a moment what the 24th floor might present.  Would it be open? Would it just be a lobby surrounded with doors? Would there still be people there?  Where could they get away? And how?  With her mind racing, her hand went to her hip and fidgeted with the bow tied at her hip securing her sheer panties…  They were perfect for moments like this…
40…  As the elevator rocked to a halt, he pushed his firm cock a final time hard against her buttocks, as the other passengers looked blankly at the numbers above the door.  Why 24?  Wasn’t the restaurant at Rooftop Level?  The group was quiet, but clearly a few seemed confused with the unexpected stop.   As the doors opened she stepped forward pulling him along with her by his hand atop her belly.  Her eyes quickly scanned the lobby as she explored their options….
35…  “Perfect my Kitten… you are wonderful,” he whispered into her ear as the doors slammed shut behind them. They both looked down the hall to the left, relieved to see that everybody had gone home by now and the open space with office partitions offered a wealth of opportunities… 
25…  They headed down a long hall not sure quite what they were looking for, but knowing that time was of the essence…  As she walked, her hand reached down to the hem of her skirt and slid up along her thigh, past the lace of her stockings until she reached the satin ribbon of her panties.  With a single gentle tug she released one side as they approached the end of the hallway.  Pausing for a moment they looked both ways…
15…  The setting sun was streaming through the west office windows, and like a couple of moths, they headed towards the light.  She had already reached up with her other hand to release the other satin ribbon and gently pulled the sheer panties into a bunch in her hand.  She was now free and ever so ready.  Could it be the brisk walk she thought, as her heart was pounding in her chest.  Perhaps it was the excitement of their adventure in this public place or perhaps just the wonderful anticipation of such exquisite service to her Alpha.  What ever it was it energized her like nothing else ever could…
10…  As she reached the low wall of file cabinets at the window, she flexed forward as she reached back to feel him releasing his belt buckle.  She squeezed his hand for a moment and then reached down to grasp her skirt, lifting it up over her smooth buttocks now flexed over the drawers.  “Time is almost up…” she whispered in a playful tone as she thrust her belly down onto the cold metal and splayed her buttocks wide, presenting her now wet fragrant pussy for his needed release.
5…  “My God Kitten, you are a dream…” he groaned, as he grasped his swollen cock and thrust it towards her gently swiveling, glistening lips.  She reached her arms forward across the file cabinet to lock her fingers over the edge and prepared to hold on for the ride.
2…  With only seconds to spare she looked back at her Alpha… “just in time Baby… cum for me…”
0…

presenceandsurrender:

The One-Minute Rule …

Coming in from the hot summer night, there was a sudden relief yet chill from the air conditioning as they traversed the entrance to the elevators.

The cool marble and glass of the lobby seemed a very unforgiving space, and a cool draft of air from the vent sent a shiver down her spine lightly clad as she was in a soft white sundress, still damp from the heat outside.

Her nipples responded to the cool air, lifting beautifully and creating two distinct bumps below her fitted dress.  This was not missed by him…

As the elevator doors opened, the crowd of 8 or 9 filed inside.  They were somewhere in the middle amongst the group of diners, all making small talk.  One of the riders pressed the Rooftop Restaurant button for the 25th floor.  The button tag glowed and after a momentary tone, the textured stainless doors closed locking them all into this space.

She was excited for dinner as it had been a long week, this was their first night out together in a while.  Her mind wandered for a moment until the jolt of the elevator knocked her back into him, just as his hand reached around, cupping her belly.  At first it was not clear, but as he pulled her back to his body she understood in a moment.  Her idle thoughts were now consumed with thought of the One-Minute Rule…

55…  Her heart quickened, her eyes darting about as she considered their options.  He was now hungry and wanting, and she could feel his erect cock hardening through his linen pants against her buttocks.  She could feel the warm tingle in her pussy as her anticipation grew.  Pulling her back firmly, his hand reached out past her shoulder to press the 24th floor button.

50…  The elevator continued to rise, their growing tension and excitement unbeknownst to all who accompanied them.  Between them there was an electricity and anticipation that they had both come to crave…

45…  Almost there…” she thought, reflecting for a moment what the 24th floor might present.  Would it be open? Would it just be a lobby surrounded with doors? Would there still be people there?  Where could they get away? And how?  With her mind racing, her hand went to her hip and fidgeted with the bow tied at her hip securing her sheer panties…  They were perfect for moments like this…

40…  As the elevator rocked to a halt, he pushed his firm cock a final time hard against her buttocks, as the other passengers looked blankly at the numbers above the door.  Why 24?  Wasn’t the restaurant at Rooftop Level?  The group was quiet, but clearly a few seemed confused with the unexpected stop.   As the doors opened she stepped forward pulling him along with her by his hand atop her belly.  Her eyes quickly scanned the lobby as she explored their options….

35…  Perfect my Kitten… you are wonderful,” he whispered into her ear as the doors slammed shut behind them. They both looked down the hall to the left, relieved to see that everybody had gone home by now and the open space with office partitions offered a wealth of opportunities…

25…  They headed down a long hall not sure quite what they were looking for, but knowing that time was of the essence…  As she walked, her hand reached down to the hem of her skirt and slid up along her thigh, past the lace of her stockings until she reached the satin ribbon of her panties.  With a single gentle tug she released one side as they approached the end of the hallway.  Pausing for a moment they looked both ways…

15…  The setting sun was streaming through the west office windows, and like a couple of moths, they headed towards the light.  She had already reached up with her other hand to release the other satin ribbon and gently pulled the sheer panties into a bunch in her hand.  She was now free and ever so ready.  Could it be the brisk walk she thought, as her heart was pounding in her chest.  Perhaps it was the excitement of their adventure in this public place or perhaps just the wonderful anticipation of such exquisite service to her Alpha.  What ever it was it energized her like nothing else ever could…

10…  As she reached the low wall of file cabinets at the window, she flexed forward as she reached back to feel him releasing his belt buckle.  She squeezed his hand for a moment and then reached down to grasp her skirt, lifting it up over her smooth buttocks now flexed over the drawers.  Time is almost up…” she whispered in a playful tone as she thrust her belly down onto the cold metal and splayed her buttocks wide, presenting her now wet fragrant pussy for his needed release.

5…  My God Kitten, you are a dream…” he groaned, as he grasped his swollen cock and thrust it towards her gently swiveling, glistening lips.  She reached her arms forward across the file cabinet to lock her fingers over the edge and prepared to hold on for the ride.

2…  With only seconds to spare she looked back at her Alpha… “just in time Baby… cum for me…”

0…

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delicious. 
tamino:

He had said He would take care the first time and He had.
She leant back against the couch, the rope drawn against her skin as He finally tightened the bindings and let her go. She felt the rough braid bite into her tender flesh as she tested her restraints, soon realising that she was helpless now in His presence. There would be marks and bruises across her breasts and shoulders that would linger for her to savor after He had finally released her and act as a physical metaphor and reminder of His growing power over her.
What she hadn’t anticipated was the contentment it evoked in her to be like this in His presence. He had not so much as touched her before her arousal was seeping warm and wet down her thighs. When finally He traced one finger against the pouting labia of her sex, dipping it lightly into her molten core, as her head fell back and a sustained visceral growl was drawn from deep within her she knew she was now bound to Him by more than rope, and that there was nothing she desired more.

delicious.

tamino:

He had said He would take care the first time and He had.

She leant back against the couch, the rope drawn against her skin as He finally tightened the bindings and let her go. She felt the rough braid bite into her tender flesh as she tested her restraints, soon realising that she was helpless now in His presence. There would be marks and bruises across her breasts and shoulders that would linger for her to savor after He had finally released her and act as a physical metaphor and reminder of His growing power over her.

What she hadn’t anticipated was the contentment it evoked in her to be like this in His presence. He had not so much as touched her before her arousal was seeping warm and wet down her thighs. When finally He traced one finger against the pouting labia of her sex, dipping it lightly into her molten core, as her head fell back and a sustained visceral growl was drawn from deep within her she knew she was now bound to Him by more than rope, and that there was nothing she desired more.

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mmmmmmmmm. The thrill of it. 
tamino:

He hadn’t intended to go this far…not in a public park…in broad daylight…where they could be interrupted, if not arrested, at any moment. But her continual teasing and goading as they strolled through the park, taking advantage of his natural reticence by confronting it with his growing appetite for physically controlling her accompanied by her repeatedly avowed wish for him to do so pushed him to the point of no return. As they passed a shaded nook encircled by thick bushes, with no one in their vicinity as far as he could see, he grasped her hand and before she could react drew her to the wooden bench set back in a shaded corner. Her look of astonishment was reward in itself as he pulled her over his lap when he settled onto the hard wooden bench and bunched her short skirt around her waist. In a few fluid movements, that belied his apparent docility, he yanked down her panties with one hand as he firmly gripped her wrists together behind her back with the other, and despite her vocal protests and a futile struggle against him his hand descended in a series of hard, sharp spanks that drew a shocked gasp from her at every impact.
Once the adrenalin of his surprise assault had worn off, he paused to stroke her warmed pinked ass, noting approvingly that her demeanor had changed from bratty tease to contented purring kitten. Evidently she was either oblivious to or even more excited than usual from being on display like this, an impression that was reinforced when his hand strayed between her thighs and his middle finger slid easily into the now warm and wet cleft between her labia. With his other fingers cupping her soft mound he eased his digit into her wetness and nodded approvingly as he felt her muscles clench and grip around him as he probed her. Her hands were still held tight against the small of her back, limiting her range of movements, but the guttural groans of pleasured abandon that rewarded every thrust of his finger was recompense enough.
“Time to go home now, little one” he said as he released her and let her slowly sucks her juices off his finger. “I think I need to get out the paddle”.  

mmmmmmmmm. The thrill of it.

tamino:

He hadn’t intended to go this far…not in a public park…in broad daylight…where they could be interrupted, if not arrested, at any moment. But her continual teasing and goading as they strolled through the park, taking advantage of his natural reticence by confronting it with his growing appetite for physically controlling her accompanied by her repeatedly avowed wish for him to do so pushed him to the point of no return. As they passed a shaded nook encircled by thick bushes, with no one in their vicinity as far as he could see, he grasped her hand and before she could react drew her to the wooden bench set back in a shaded corner. Her look of astonishment was reward in itself as he pulled her over his lap when he settled onto the hard wooden bench and bunched her short skirt around her waist. In a few fluid movements, that belied his apparent docility, he yanked down her panties with one hand as he firmly gripped her wrists together behind her back with the other, and despite her vocal protests and a futile struggle against him his hand descended in a series of hard, sharp spanks that drew a shocked gasp from her at every impact.

Once the adrenalin of his surprise assault had worn off, he paused to stroke her warmed pinked ass, noting approvingly that her demeanor had changed from bratty tease to contented purring kitten. Evidently she was either oblivious to or even more excited than usual from being on display like this, an impression that was reinforced when his hand strayed between her thighs and his middle finger slid easily into the now warm and wet cleft between her labia. With his other fingers cupping her soft mound he eased his digit into her wetness and nodded approvingly as he felt her muscles clench and grip around him as he probed her. Her hands were still held tight against the small of her back, limiting her range of movements, but the guttural groans of pleasured abandon that rewarded every thrust of his finger was recompense enough.

“Time to go home now, little one” he said as he released her and let her slowly sucks her juices off his finger. “I think I need to get out the paddle”.  

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….really beautiful. 
isabellab4:

In The Night
Sometimes, as he takes her in the night, it is as if a dream… powerful and visceral, instinctive… yet hazy, almost indistinct in her waking memory. 
In the deep of the night, there is no sight, no visual distraction… it is quiet and warm and still… the air pulsating quietly with an undercurrent of lust…
In her dream state she senses him stir… feels him pulling her closer, wrapping his big body around hers, his arms engulfing her… they are skin to skin, naked as per every night… not willing to separate their bodies by clothing or by space, they sleep entwined as lovers should…
He is restless and wanting tonight, unable to settle, and his need arouses her… she can feel the weight of his body, solid and warm and real as he moves over her…   she feels the warm wetness of his mouth on hers as he kisses her deeply… invading her space with his tongue… and she responds… always receptive to him, to his touch, to his passion…
He nuzzles his face into her neck and murmurs to her… words of love and desire, ancient and primal… she can feel his cock hard against her thigh and instinctively she opens for him… there is nothing else in that moment except him… she can see nothing else, hear no one else, feel nobody else’s skin and she wants him, wills him to take her passionately and deeply…
She can feel the pulse and the warmth of her own need, can feel the wetness on her inner thighs as her body calls for him… he nudges her legs apart further with his thigh and she can feel his swollen head stroking against her parted lips as he moves his hips with the ease and grace of a true lover, a master of his craft… stroking along her lips and over her clit… teasing her, arousing her…
Wrapping her legs around his buttocks, she pulls him closer and he responds, thrusting into her, filling her completely with one fluid motion… a deep growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as the warmth of her cunt envelops the full length of his rigid cock… he rests there for a moment, savouring the sensation of being within her, safe and warm and loved…
But he cannot resist the primal urge to thrust, he needs that stimulation of her walls moving against his cock, gripping him, stroking him… his balls are full and heavy, he is primed and ready to fill her…
He moves, slowly at first, setting up an instinctual rhythm… and as he takes her with his long, deep strokes, the softness of her body arouses him like nothing else… he feasts on the fullness of her breasts… her nipples erect and sensitive and she gasps, holding his head, stroking his hair as he suckles and thrusts into her…
The contact between them is complete, he holds his body close to hers, rubbing against her as he thrusts and she angles her hips upwards to maximise the contact between her walls and the curve of his cock… he leaves her breasts and slides up her body, kissing her mouth almost roughly, becoming more demanding as his passion increases… he holds her face and their eyes lock as they fuck, watching each other as their bodies move together… harder, deeper, trying to get as close into one another as humanly possible…
“Cum for me kitten,” he whispers… and as he gets that final millimentre deeper into her, as he rubs his body against her clit, as she feels his words… she arches her back and pushes up against him just there, the walls of her cunt pulsating as her pleasure sweeps through her…
He feels the pull… feels the throb and the pulse of her orgasm milking his cock, and he can hold back no longer… he buries his face into her neck and as she locks her feet around his ass and pulls him in deeper, his balls tighten and pump, filling her with his cum… wave after wave of silky warmth filling her, washing her cervix with his sperm…  her body receptive and ripe for him…
They cling tightly for a while until he gently shifts his weight from her and they lay together, their breath slowing, their bodies pulsing as their orgasms subside… and finally, entwined and connected, they drift slowly back into a deep & satisfied sleep…
Hours later, as the pale dawn light drifts across her face and her eyes slowly flutter open to greet the morning, she feels his warm body still wrapped around her and she smiles a slow secretive smile, hazily remembering the quiet intensity of their dream like sex… his cum, warmed by the heat of her pussy and still seeping from her swollen lips, the only real evidence that it had ever taken place..
~ Isabella ~ 

….really beautiful.

isabellab4:

In The Night

Sometimes, as he takes her in the night, it is as if a dream… powerful and visceral, instinctive… yet hazy, almost indistinct in her waking memory. 

In the deep of the night, there is no sight, no visual distraction… it is quiet and warm and still… the air pulsating quietly with an undercurrent of lust…

In her dream state she senses him stir… feels him pulling her closer, wrapping his big body around hers, his arms engulfing her… they are skin to skin, naked as per every night… not willing to separate their bodies by clothing or by space, they sleep entwined as lovers should…

He is restless and wanting tonight, unable to settle, and his need arouses her… she can feel the weight of his body, solid and warm and real as he moves over her…   she feels the warm wetness of his mouth on hers as he kisses her deeply… invading her space with his tongue… and she responds… always receptive to him, to his touch, to his passion…

He nuzzles his face into her neck and murmurs to her… words of love and desire, ancient and primal… she can feel his cock hard against her thigh and instinctively she opens for him… there is nothing else in that moment except him… she can see nothing else, hear no one else, feel nobody else’s skin and she wants him, wills him to take her passionately and deeply…

She can feel the pulse and the warmth of her own need, can feel the wetness on her inner thighs as her body calls for him… he nudges her legs apart further with his thigh and she can feel his swollen head stroking against her parted lips as he moves his hips with the ease and grace of a true lover, a master of his craft… stroking along her lips and over her clit… teasing her, arousing her…

Wrapping her legs around his buttocks, she pulls him closer and he responds, thrusting into her, filling her completely with one fluid motion… a deep growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as the warmth of her cunt envelops the full length of his rigid cock… he rests there for a moment, savouring the sensation of being within her, safe and warm and loved…

But he cannot resist the primal urge to thrust, he needs that stimulation of her walls moving against his cock, gripping him, stroking him… his balls are full and heavy, he is primed and ready to fill her…

He moves, slowly at first, setting up an instinctual rhythm… and as he takes her with his long, deep strokes, the softness of her body arouses him like nothing else… he feasts on the fullness of her breasts… her nipples erect and sensitive and she gasps, holding his head, stroking his hair as he suckles and thrusts into her…

The contact between them is complete, he holds his body close to hers, rubbing against her as he thrusts and she angles her hips upwards to maximise the contact between her walls and the curve of his cock… he leaves her breasts and slides up her body, kissing her mouth almost roughly, becoming more demanding as his passion increases… he holds her face and their eyes lock as they fuck, watching each other as their bodies move together… harder, deeper, trying to get as close into one another as humanly possible…

“Cum for me kitten,” he whispers… and as he gets that final millimentre deeper into her, as he rubs his body against her clit, as she feels his words… she arches her back and pushes up against him just there, the walls of her cunt pulsating as her pleasure sweeps through her…

He feels the pull… feels the throb and the pulse of her orgasm milking his cock, and he can hold back no longer… he buries his face into her neck and as she locks her feet around his ass and pulls him in deeper, his balls tighten and pump, filling her with his cum… wave after wave of silky warmth filling her, washing her cervix with his sperm…  her body receptive and ripe for him…

They cling tightly for a while until he gently shifts his weight from her and they lay together, their breath slowing, their bodies pulsing as their orgasms subside… and finally, entwined and connected, they drift slowly back into a deep & satisfied sleep…

Hours later, as the pale dawn light drifts across her face and her eyes slowly flutter open to greet the morning, she feels his warm body still wrapped around her and she smiles a slow secretive smile, hazily remembering the quiet intensity of their dream like sex… his cum, warmed by the heat of her pussy and still seeping from her swollen lips, the only real evidence that it had ever taken place..

~ Isabella ~ 

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