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It had been a day full of the same bullshit – class, work, gym, home. I was really relishing the idea of unwinding in an empty house, as my roommate Chelsea had assured me she would be out of town for the weekend with her latest love interest.
My phone buzzed as I slide my key into the lock. Speaking of love interests...
Hey you, let me know when you're home and settled. I have a surprise for you... -Megan
God only knew what that meant. She was a good girl, Megan, not to mention a total siren in the sack. But she tended to be far too attention-hungry, no matter how hot she was. And anyway, this was supposed to be my weekend of quiet solitude. My plans did not include inviting some blonde-bimbo over to watch as she strutted around my apartment in a dress that was entirely too tight for polite society.
Once the door was shut and locked behind me, I dropped my gym bag by the door and kicked off my shoes, deciding I would reply to the suggestive text after a hot shower. I headed for the bathroom, pausing only to grab a towel from the linen closet.
“Mmm...”
I turned toward my bedroom door, just slightly ajar, and approached slowly, bracing my hand on the wood as if to push it open.
“Ahh...”
I stopped, leaning in to peer through the open slit between the door and the frame. My eyes widened. She wasn't someone I knew before this moment, as now I knew her very intimately. Her fiery hair was splayed out over the black pillow cases of my bed, her legs wide open baring her weeping pussy as she plunged her fingers deep into her depths. Her opposite hand was attending to her one swollen, pink nipple, exposed by her hurried yank on her shirt just moments before.
I was in complete awe. Her skin was like color of cream against my dark sheets, all smooth and unblemished. I wanted to palm those perfectly round mounds of flesh, take her sweet, pink nipple into my mouth. The only thing stopping me from barging in and making her mine was the thought of interrupting something so beautiful. She was completely lost in the throws of ecstasy, her half-lidded eyes rolling back now and then as wave after wave consumed and threatened to drown her.
I had no idea who she was, let alone how she had found her way into my apartment, or my bed for that matter. But I decided to take it as a sign for some deity or another that I would not be spending my entire weekend in solitude. First, I would have a taste of this fiery minx.
The crotch of my pants had grown uncomfortably small by this point, and to relieve some of the tension I freed my cock from its cage, fisting it ever so gently, deciding instead to wait for sweet release until the time was just right.
And then she paused, her fingers falling from her slick folds as she propped herself on her elbows, peering at the almost-closed door. Fuck, I had to have made some kind of noise, a grunt perhaps, when releasing my raging arousal. It was completely unconscious, and now the vixen knew she had an audience.
“I know you're there. No sense in hiding anymore.” Her voice was still heavy with arousal. Clearly she didn't mind being watched...
I didn't bother to put my dick away as I finally pushed the door open, standing for her viewing pleasure in the doorway. Her legs were still spread wide, giving me equal opportunity the peruse.
“Who are you?”
“Uh, I live here. Who the fuck are you? And why exactly are you flicking it in my bed?”
Her plump pink lips turned up into a devious smile, “It smelled nice. Like expensive cologne, and a hint of sweat and sex. I couldn't help myself.”
I approached her slowly, and when the bed dipped beneath my weight she laid back and allowed me to climb on top of her.
“I'm sorry,” she breathed, tracing her finger along my jaw line, “I didn't mean to invade your personal space.”
Her leg came up to hitch on my hip, pulling me closer still.
“I suppose...” My tip pressed against her entrance, and it took everything in my power not to delve in immediately. She was so fucking wet, and she smelled so good it made me a little dizzy, “I'll just have to invade your personal space too...intimately.”
Her leg fell away from my hip and I planted a kiss between her breasts, my fingers dancing on the inside of her thigh, teasing, but not quite committing. Her breaths were shallow as I simultaneously sucked a nipple into my mouth and plunged a finger into her depths. God she was the perfect specimen, a goddess in seduction as she cried out softly at my intrusion, catching a plump lip between her teeth. She was tight, wet, and practically begging to be plowed, but I couldn't bring myself to give her what she wanted so desperately. This was as much punishment as reward, as much pain as pleasure. I was determined to take her to new heights. She was practically gifted from the heavens, falling into my lap like this.
I slowly kissed down her belly, inhaling her strengthening scent. God I wanted to taste her. I wanted to tongue-fuck her until her whole world blurred and she shrieked with the intensity of her climax. My fingers were still buried in her folds, and so when my tongue flicked against her swollen clit for the first time her walls clamped on my fingers and her digits looped in my dark hair.
“Oh fuck,” She growled, pressing my face against her intimacy. I licked the length of her slit before focusing my attention back on that special bundle of nerves, my fingers turning and plunging in and out furiously. She was bucking against me, making strangled little cries of intense pleasure, all the while tightening her grip on my hair. I couldn't believe how perfect she was, even while trembling and coming undone right before me. And when her back arched off my bed and her whole body tensed, her inner walls clenching around my digits I knew she had finally reached her peak.
Her grip on my hair loosened, allowing me to pull away slowly and reclaim my fingers, leaving her feeling empty. But not for long.
I poised over her, brushing her hair away from her damp forehead and claiming her lips with mine so she could taste herself. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck, accepting my gift greedily.
I was so hard that it hurt at this point. My tip stroked up and down across her entrance, and she thrust her hips impatiently.
“God you're slower than molasses,” She growled in frustration.
“And you're a greedy little minx. A little glutton for punishment,” If only she knew how badly I'd wanted her since I had first laid eyes on her splayed across my bed. It had taken quite a bit of restraint to partake in her the way I had. The games were coming to a close now. She would soon know why slow and steady wins the race.
I lifted one of her legs, resting it on my forearm and guiding my cock to her hole with my free hand. I didn't wait for her approval or sign she was ready, her juices having made quite the puddle on my bed. She was ready, and so was I.
In one smooth, impassioned thrust I was buried to the hilt in her warmth. She gasped in shock at having been filled so abruptly, her eyes rolling back and her lips parting as she fisted the pillows behind her head. God she was so fucking tight. I gritted my teeth against the heavenly friction as I pounded into her, all bets off now, every ounce of control that I had possessed just moments before completely abandoned. Now she was mine. Now I was going to own every gorgeous fucking inch of her. She would find pleasure in my pleasure. She would climb the mountain right beside me, and tumble over the edge along with me. I was going to drag orgasm after orgasm out of her until she had nothing left to give me.
“Not so slow now, am I?” I growled through gritted teeth, punctuating the statement by increasing my pace, eliciting the most delicious squeals of pleasure from her, “I'm gonna own you tonight, you little slut. You're fucking mine. And I'm going to make sure you can't walk straight for a week.”
I pulled free of her vice, my hand falling to my cock out of instinct to continue the friction, “Turn over. Put that sweet little ass of yours in the air. I'm gonna spank you good, my naughty little minx.”
She did as I said, burring her angelic face in my pillows. Good, nothing about what we were doing was angelic. It had no place here. I palmed the perfect little mounds of flesh that were her pale cheeks, smacking each of them in turn until they each glowed a pretty shade of pink. She yelped and hissed each time my hand landed on her glowing skin. Even the sounds she made were beautiful. And when I was finally inside of her again she let out a low moan of satisfaction. Yes, it was quite satisfying, more so than any other hook up I had in recent history, if not ever. I knew nothing about her, she knew nothing about me. We were simply embracing our sexuality, and there really wasn't anything more satisfying than that.
A ball of my saliva fell from my lips between the valley of her cheeks, rolling down between them and my finger wasn't far behind. I felt the tight little pucker of her ass and gently prodded it as I pounded into her pussy and smacked her ass.
“Please...” She panted, “Don't. If you do that...I'll explode!”
A smug smile pulled at the edges of my lips, “Mmm, that's the point my dear.” I leaned in a little closer, slipping my fingertip past the taught barrier of her rosebud. All velvet and forbidden warmth. She mewled, her head rearing up as she leaned back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. Ass play didn't scare her away either. She gripped the pillows until her knuckles were paper-white, and nearly screamed as her orgasm gripped her again, her walls contracting around me and forcing me to pull free or else blow my load right then. I fell into the pillows beside her crumpled body, my arms behind my head, my cock still standing at attention, the perfect picture of leisure.
It took a few moments for her to recover, but when she did her eyes were still glazed with lust. She placed her knees on either side of my head and leaned over, gripping the base of my arousal and taking the tip into her mouth. The sound it brought from me was something between a grunt and hiss of pleasure. I spread her cheeks and licked up the length of her sex, my finger probbing at her rear once again.
“Oh god,” She whispered, her legs trembling.
My free arm wrapped around her waist in response and forced her to sit further on my face as my tongue and finger slid into her simultaneously. She took me into her mouth once again, and her moan sent the most pleasant vibrations through my cock. It occurred to me that I could do this forever, if only it were physically possible. The need to come was unbearable.
She tasted heavenly, all freshly fucked, and smelled almost as good. Her legs were shaking around me, and she panted hard through her nose as her head bobbed up and down. She may have one last orgasm in her before she gave in to exhaustion. I wasn't far away from the edge either. The things she was doing with her tongue were sensational, I was definitely seeing stars. I wanted to grab her head and force her down further, but thanks to her legs my arms were effectively pinned out of reach of her. It was the worst kind of torture, teetering on the edge like this.
And then she released me, moved away and straddled my waist, facing me. She applied a generous amount of spit to her hand and reached behind her before positioning my cock at her back entrance. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Slowly, painfully slowly, she encompassed me in her tight heat, her lip caught between her teeth and her lusty gaze trained on me. I was certain that my face was twisted up in some kind of pleasure induced grimace. There was a sort of tightening in my groin, and I gripped her hips, lifting her just an inch or two off my lap.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I murmured gently, despite the urgency I felt.
She shook her head, smiling sheepishly, “You won't. I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me and come in my ass. Make me a dirty girl...”
God damn this girl. She knew just what buttons to push and when to push them. She caught her finger between her teeth and started to grind on my lap, her head tilting back in elation, and I decided I'd give her just what she asked for. My grip on her hips tightened, stilling her movement. Her eyes locked with mine as I slowly lifted her until only my tip was inside of her sweet tight heat. Then, all at once, I pushed her back down and thrust into her savagely. She cried out in pain infused pleasure, her head rolling back again as she followed my precedent, moving up and down on her own and matching my tempo.
“Play with yourself,” I growled, my eyes locking on her pussy, weeping with excitement.
She was prompt to follow my command, her fingers circling her clit first before plunging into her depths. It was that action that had started all this, it seemed appropriate to end it that way too. She was full to the brim, and she loved it. She was practically screaming in pleasure.
“You're so fucking hot,” My voice was taut, my orgasm approaching quickly, “God you're perfect...I'm gonna come for you baby.”
“Yessssss,” She hissed through her clenched teeth, “Come for me. Fill me up. God I want it! Make...me...dirty!”
Oh I was going to make her dirty alright. In one final, impassioned thrust, I forced her down and held her in place as the tension in my groin finally spilled into her. She went rigid as she came too, setting a petite hand on my taut abdomen to hold herself upright, her pretty little mouth formed in a silent 'O'.
Once she had ridden the final waves of her orgasm she crumpled on top of me. She smelled like ginger, and sweat, and sex, and I could feel her wetness pooling on me.
“Mmm,” She hummed when I brushed her hair back from her forehead, “That was certainly fun. We should do it again sometime!”
I smiled. Perfect.
“I still have no idea who you are.”
She lifted her head off my chest and winked at me, “We'll make a game out of it. Every time we hook up I'll give you a letter. Eventually you'll have my name. First one's J.”
She climbed off me and went to the bathroom to clean up. After dressing I walked her to the door.
“You can ask Chelsea for my contact info if you're interested. If not, you'll live with the mystery.”
I guess every girl has a game to rope guys in. The sick thing was, I didn't have much of a choice but to play.
My phone buzzed as I slide my key into the lock. Speaking of love interests...
Hey you, let me know when you're home and settled. I have a surprise for you... -Megan
God only knew what that meant. She was a good girl, Megan, not to mention a total siren in the sack. But she tended to be far too attention-hungry, no matter how hot she was. And anyway, this was supposed to be my weekend of quiet solitude. My plans did not include inviting some blonde-bimbo over to watch as she strutted around my apartment in a dress that was entirely too tight for polite society.
Once the door was shut and locked behind me, I dropped my gym bag by the door and kicked off my shoes, deciding I would reply to the suggestive text after a hot shower. I headed for the bathroom, pausing only to grab a towel from the linen closet.
“Mmm...”
I turned toward my bedroom door, just slightly ajar, and approached slowly, bracing my hand on the wood as if to push it open.
“Ahh...”
I stopped, leaning in to peer through the open slit between the door and the frame. My eyes widened. She wasn't someone I knew before this moment, as now I knew her very intimately. Her fiery hair was splayed out over the black pillow cases of my bed, her legs wide open baring her weeping pussy as she plunged her fingers deep into her depths. Her opposite hand was attending to her one swollen, pink nipple, exposed by her hurried yank on her shirt just moments before.
I was in complete awe. Her skin was like color of cream against my dark sheets, all smooth and unblemished. I wanted to palm those perfectly round mounds of flesh, take her sweet, pink nipple into my mouth. The only thing stopping me from barging in and making her mine was the thought of interrupting something so beautiful. She was completely lost in the throws of ecstasy, her half-lidded eyes rolling back now and then as wave after wave consumed and threatened to drown her.
I had no idea who she was, let alone how she had found her way into my apartment, or my bed for that matter. But I decided to take it as a sign for some deity or another that I would not be spending my entire weekend in solitude. First, I would have a taste of this fiery minx.
The crotch of my pants had grown uncomfortably small by this point, and to relieve some of the tension I freed my cock from its cage, fisting it ever so gently, deciding instead to wait for sweet release until the time was just right.
And then she paused, her fingers falling from her slick folds as she propped herself on her elbows, peering at the almost-closed door. Fuck, I had to have made some kind of noise, a grunt perhaps, when releasing my raging arousal. It was completely unconscious, and now the vixen knew she had an audience.
“I know you're there. No sense in hiding anymore.” Her voice was still heavy with arousal. Clearly she didn't mind being watched...
I didn't bother to put my dick away as I finally pushed the door open, standing for her viewing pleasure in the doorway. Her legs were still spread wide, giving me equal opportunity the peruse.
“Who are you?”
“Uh, I live here. Who the fuck are you? And why exactly are you flicking it in my bed?”
Her plump pink lips turned up into a devious smile, “It smelled nice. Like expensive cologne, and a hint of sweat and sex. I couldn't help myself.”
I approached her slowly, and when the bed dipped beneath my weight she laid back and allowed me to climb on top of her.
“I'm sorry,” she breathed, tracing her finger along my jaw line, “I didn't mean to invade your personal space.”
Her leg came up to hitch on my hip, pulling me closer still.
“I suppose...” My tip pressed against her entrance, and it took everything in my power not to delve in immediately. She was so fucking wet, and she smelled so good it made me a little dizzy, “I'll just have to invade your personal space too...intimately.”
Her leg fell away from my hip and I planted a kiss between her breasts, my fingers dancing on the inside of her thigh, teasing, but not quite committing. Her breaths were shallow as I simultaneously sucked a nipple into my mouth and plunged a finger into her depths. God she was the perfect specimen, a goddess in seduction as she cried out softly at my intrusion, catching a plump lip between her teeth. She was tight, wet, and practically begging to be plowed, but I couldn't bring myself to give her what she wanted so desperately. This was as much punishment as reward, as much pain as pleasure. I was determined to take her to new heights. She was practically gifted from the heavens, falling into my lap like this.
I slowly kissed down her belly, inhaling her strengthening scent. God I wanted to taste her. I wanted to tongue-fuck her until her whole world blurred and she shrieked with the intensity of her climax. My fingers were still buried in her folds, and so when my tongue flicked against her swollen clit for the first time her walls clamped on my fingers and her digits looped in my dark hair.
“Oh fuck,” She growled, pressing my face against her intimacy. I licked the length of her slit before focusing my attention back on that special bundle of nerves, my fingers turning and plunging in and out furiously. She was bucking against me, making strangled little cries of intense pleasure, all the while tightening her grip on my hair. I couldn't believe how perfect she was, even while trembling and coming undone right before me. And when her back arched off my bed and her whole body tensed, her inner walls clenching around my digits I knew she had finally reached her peak.
Her grip on my hair loosened, allowing me to pull away slowly and reclaim my fingers, leaving her feeling empty. But not for long.
I poised over her, brushing her hair away from her damp forehead and claiming her lips with mine so she could taste herself. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around my neck, accepting my gift greedily.
I was so hard that it hurt at this point. My tip stroked up and down across her entrance, and she thrust her hips impatiently.
“God you're slower than molasses,” She growled in frustration.
“And you're a greedy little minx. A little glutton for punishment,” If only she knew how badly I'd wanted her since I had first laid eyes on her splayed across my bed. It had taken quite a bit of restraint to partake in her the way I had. The games were coming to a close now. She would soon know why slow and steady wins the race.
I lifted one of her legs, resting it on my forearm and guiding my cock to her hole with my free hand. I didn't wait for her approval or sign she was ready, her juices having made quite the puddle on my bed. She was ready, and so was I.
In one smooth, impassioned thrust I was buried to the hilt in her warmth. She gasped in shock at having been filled so abruptly, her eyes rolling back and her lips parting as she fisted the pillows behind her head. God she was so fucking tight. I gritted my teeth against the heavenly friction as I pounded into her, all bets off now, every ounce of control that I had possessed just moments before completely abandoned. Now she was mine. Now I was going to own every gorgeous fucking inch of her. She would find pleasure in my pleasure. She would climb the mountain right beside me, and tumble over the edge along with me. I was going to drag orgasm after orgasm out of her until she had nothing left to give me.
“Not so slow now, am I?” I growled through gritted teeth, punctuating the statement by increasing my pace, eliciting the most delicious squeals of pleasure from her, “I'm gonna own you tonight, you little slut. You're fucking mine. And I'm going to make sure you can't walk straight for a week.”
I pulled free of her vice, my hand falling to my cock out of instinct to continue the friction, “Turn over. Put that sweet little ass of yours in the air. I'm gonna spank you good, my naughty little minx.”
She did as I said, burring her angelic face in my pillows. Good, nothing about what we were doing was angelic. It had no place here. I palmed the perfect little mounds of flesh that were her pale cheeks, smacking each of them in turn until they each glowed a pretty shade of pink. She yelped and hissed each time my hand landed on her glowing skin. Even the sounds she made were beautiful. And when I was finally inside of her again she let out a low moan of satisfaction. Yes, it was quite satisfying, more so than any other hook up I had in recent history, if not ever. I knew nothing about her, she knew nothing about me. We were simply embracing our sexuality, and there really wasn't anything more satisfying than that.
A ball of my saliva fell from my lips between the valley of her cheeks, rolling down between them and my finger wasn't far behind. I felt the tight little pucker of her ass and gently prodded it as I pounded into her pussy and smacked her ass.
“Please...” She panted, “Don't. If you do that...I'll explode!”
A smug smile pulled at the edges of my lips, “Mmm, that's the point my dear.” I leaned in a little closer, slipping my fingertip past the taught barrier of her rosebud. All velvet and forbidden warmth. She mewled, her head rearing up as she leaned back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. Ass play didn't scare her away either. She gripped the pillows until her knuckles were paper-white, and nearly screamed as her orgasm gripped her again, her walls contracting around me and forcing me to pull free or else blow my load right then. I fell into the pillows beside her crumpled body, my arms behind my head, my cock still standing at attention, the perfect picture of leisure.
It took a few moments for her to recover, but when she did her eyes were still glazed with lust. She placed her knees on either side of my head and leaned over, gripping the base of my arousal and taking the tip into her mouth. The sound it brought from me was something between a grunt and hiss of pleasure. I spread her cheeks and licked up the length of her sex, my finger probbing at her rear once again.
“Oh god,” She whispered, her legs trembling.
My free arm wrapped around her waist in response and forced her to sit further on my face as my tongue and finger slid into her simultaneously. She took me into her mouth once again, and her moan sent the most pleasant vibrations through my cock. It occurred to me that I could do this forever, if only it were physically possible. The need to come was unbearable.
She tasted heavenly, all freshly fucked, and smelled almost as good. Her legs were shaking around me, and she panted hard through her nose as her head bobbed up and down. She may have one last orgasm in her before she gave in to exhaustion. I wasn't far away from the edge either. The things she was doing with her tongue were sensational, I was definitely seeing stars. I wanted to grab her head and force her down further, but thanks to her legs my arms were effectively pinned out of reach of her. It was the worst kind of torture, teetering on the edge like this.
And then she released me, moved away and straddled my waist, facing me. She applied a generous amount of spit to her hand and reached behind her before positioning my cock at her back entrance. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Slowly, painfully slowly, she encompassed me in her tight heat, her lip caught between her teeth and her lusty gaze trained on me. I was certain that my face was twisted up in some kind of pleasure induced grimace. There was a sort of tightening in my groin, and I gripped her hips, lifting her just an inch or two off my lap.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I murmured gently, despite the urgency I felt.
She shook her head, smiling sheepishly, “You won't. I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me and come in my ass. Make me a dirty girl...”
God damn this girl. She knew just what buttons to push and when to push them. She caught her finger between her teeth and started to grind on my lap, her head tilting back in elation, and I decided I'd give her just what she asked for. My grip on her hips tightened, stilling her movement. Her eyes locked with mine as I slowly lifted her until only my tip was inside of her sweet tight heat. Then, all at once, I pushed her back down and thrust into her savagely. She cried out in pain infused pleasure, her head rolling back again as she followed my precedent, moving up and down on her own and matching my tempo.
“Play with yourself,” I growled, my eyes locking on her pussy, weeping with excitement.
She was prompt to follow my command, her fingers circling her clit first before plunging into her depths. It was that action that had started all this, it seemed appropriate to end it that way too. She was full to the brim, and she loved it. She was practically screaming in pleasure.
“You're so fucking hot,” My voice was taut, my orgasm approaching quickly, “God you're perfect...I'm gonna come for you baby.”
“Yessssss,” She hissed through her clenched teeth, “Come for me. Fill me up. God I want it! Make...me...dirty!”
Oh I was going to make her dirty alright. In one final, impassioned thrust, I forced her down and held her in place as the tension in my groin finally spilled into her. She went rigid as she came too, setting a petite hand on my taut abdomen to hold herself upright, her pretty little mouth formed in a silent 'O'.
Once she had ridden the final waves of her orgasm she crumpled on top of me. She smelled like ginger, and sweat, and sex, and I could feel her wetness pooling on me.
“Mmm,” She hummed when I brushed her hair back from her forehead, “That was certainly fun. We should do it again sometime!”
I smiled. Perfect.
“I still have no idea who you are.”
She lifted her head off my chest and winked at me, “We'll make a game out of it. Every time we hook up I'll give you a letter. Eventually you'll have my name. First one's J.”
She climbed off me and went to the bathroom to clean up. After dressing I walked her to the door.
“You can ask Chelsea for my contact info if you're interested. If not, you'll live with the mystery.”
I guess every girl has a game to rope guys in. The sick thing was, I didn't have much of a choice but to play.
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