A young girl gets a big surprise
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Introduction:
I wrote this story on a whim, on a passion streak after my lover, bless him, sent me these lines: ‘Kisses on the nape of your neck. Smiling onto your skin. Brushing your hair from your face and sliding my hands about your waist, to bring you in closer to me, my hardness pressing against your spine…’.
I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did, writing it. This text is addressed to him, referred as ‘you’ throughout the narrative.
I get of my tiptoes, on top of my heels and slide my hands around the back of your neck, stretching my body against yours like a big cat. I push my back onto you, i can feel your smile, your grin, burning my skin, as your hands travel up from my waist, to my breasts, now, defiantly daring gravity, under your cupped hands. I feel your hardness growing against my touch. I smile to myself, while tilting my head sideways far enough so that i can kiss you under your chin.
There, on the street, under the neons of ‘open all night’ provision shops and seedy hotels, where so many others like us, smuggle in their forbidden dreams and fantasies, hidden from their ordinary lives, for a couple of hours making them true. I arrived first, at that corner of the Quartier, where pimps, prostitutes, and God fearing old ladies with puffy Schnauzers commute, although never meeting except for the early morning hours and late afternoon. Its 9:30pm, pimps and their ‘girls’ own the streets at this time, so we pass of as just another couple, getting through with negotiations before the business is sealed, in an invariably small room topping a narrow staircase…
My body snaking against yours, determined to tease you silly, for your lateness. Although dressed decently in a black knee length skirt and a soft grey cardy, ‘comme il faut’, since I left home saying that I was going to meet the girls for diner and drinks, the half an hour i had to wait for you to arrive was painfully marked by stares and :
‘combien, mademoiselle…?’ by more than a couple of potential customers.
Your hands find their way back to my waist again, and i find myself being ushered, to the alley located a couple of steps from where I stood, waiting for you.
‘I got the key for the room, the hotel is on the other side of the road, don’t you remember?’ i say in a half mocking tone…
You don’t answer.
‘Mmm’
Is all I get, as we make our way, deep in that alley, on the side of a building condemned to be put to the ground, its windows and doorways sealed shut with bricks and cement. You push me, from behind, up the first step of a staircase of what used to be a service entrance from a house which has seen better days. Your hands snake their way, again up my body, this time under my clothes, grasping my breasts. I lift my hands and and place them against the brick wall in front of me. I have been longing to feel you, to feel the way I do, as I feel now, whenever you are near me. Whenever you touch me with your hands or your eyes, and always your words. My bra, proves itself a bit to fragile for your hands and breaks by it’s front hinge, freeing my breasts, that are painfully comfortable in your hands. My nipples are hard and so sensitive, my body tenses every time you brush them. You loosen your grip on me, and pull my cardy over my head, as i lower my arms, my bra fall on the ground as well. There I am, on the open, naked from the waist up, my face red and my temples wet from sweat and arousal. I initiate the move to turn and look at you, I realize that I haven’t really seen you yet, since you arrived, but you stop me.
You are pressed against my back, I feel your hardness against me, wanting to come out to punish my softness for mere attempt to curb its intents.
Your hands start their journey on my shoulders, all the way down to my hands, they stop there, and guide them again, against the wall, lead without any resistance. Your hands hitch my skirt up, slowly, feeling every curve as they go along.
Pause.
I hear your breathing, heavier, and I feel your eyes burning behind me. You pull my knickers down, all the way down. Soaking the cum, that is dripping down my inner thighs along with it. I feel your tongue, hard against my skin as you come back up, it lingers for a while on the curve of my ass, as your fingers do, when they push their way inside me. You part my legs, as you move your hand away from inside my thighs.
My body is shaking, I cum silently, but my body screamed louder than any would have at the top of their lungs. This is the effect you have on me. The way you brain tease my senses, the way my body reacts, uncontrollably to the feelings you feed it. I cum hard, i feel numbness creeping up from the mid of my gut, up my spine, tingling feeling on my hardened nipples, flushing heat up my neck, to the base of my skull, finally exploding like a ton of artsy fire crackers in my head. I hear the ‘fizz’, and the loud ‘bang’ of them going off, I can even see the colors they paint on the canvas of my lust. All that I see behind my eyes, i hear inside my head. Suddenly I am in another world.
My knees buck slightly, I am tired. Recovering, from the rush that just went through every ending of my being. I adjust my hands against the wall.
I hear you unzip. One of your hands lay now on the small of my back, as you slide the tip of your cock in me. I am dying to have you inside me, and my sex pulls you and reels you in, moist and hot and hungry. You stay, unmoving, your hand on my back frustrating my attempts to push back, onto you, to feel you deeper in me. I feel you so hard, stretching my lips, i want more, but you are not giving me. Instead, you pull out. As you do, I feel a thick ribbon of cum drip on my leg. The tip of your cock, rests now in between my ass cheeks, up and down, teasing, parting them with its hardness. I gasp as you start pushing into me. My whole body aches, burning ache, sweat erupting from every pore. It happens every time, I am with you. The way you drive me to beyond and back. You enter me and I let out a small scream this time. I don’t remember ever feeling you so hard, so swelled, so big.
We are out on the street, and you are not even nearly done, so you put one hand over my mouth as I hear you whispering
‘This is just the beginning, my dear…’ – your voice rings close to my ear, whispers that cut through, razor sharp.
I don’t know whether to be glad or afraid… if I were a wise woman, I’d be afraid, if I were a wise woman I would not be here, at this time in the Quartier, pretending to be somewhere else…
You are, indeed living by your word, as you pull in and out of me, your huge hand clamped firmly over my mouth, like a wall, frustrating all attempts every scream that builds in my lungs make to feel the air of the night.
‘It suits you so well, my dear, being fucked up the arse like a cheap whore, here, at the sight of whoever cares to look…’ – you say in a deliberately mean tone, cold, almost devoid of feeling.
I feel the heat of your breath in my ears, biting every word down, with a viciousness I never thought you were capable off. God, I feel like such a harlot, no shame whatsoever, are these my true colors, I wonder.
You draw nearly all of your length out of me in one long and painful move. You leave the head of your cock inside me, and release your hand from my mouth covered in saliva and tears, to let me catch my breath, which I do, by the lungful in between coughs. I try to relax my body, this tension is not helping, but the battering has been so long and hard, it will take a while to recover, besides the reminder that there is more to come, is still here, buried in me. Both your hands move to my lower back now, I feel them warm, blazing and burning the my bared skin, its October, and I am totally naked except for the skirt hitched all the way up to my waist. I am leaned against the wall, the same way you left me, my hands pressed hard against it, pushi
ng my body back. Your hands play around on my back, and circle my waist to the front, sliding down to my pussy, sodden, swollen. I shudder when your fingers slip inside me, leaning back against you, your hard cock entering further into my tight hole. I stop and whimper. You laugh, and let me get away, just enough not too much. Your hands start their journey up my body again, your fingers covered in thick ribbons of cum, leaving a trail, all the way till they find my mouth. You coat my lips, and I open my mouth, letting your fingers slide on my tongue, clamp my lips over them, suckling them clean. In my ass, I feel the head of your cock swelling, and I hear your breathing heavier, I know you are about to cum, I suck harder on your fingers, and this time, bravely push my body into yours, forgoing the pain.
‘The filthy whore wants more… good girl… shall be done.’ – you say sarcastically, in between breaths.
You clamp your hand over my mouth, again, and push hard into me in one hard long thrust, which sees my arms failing, and my face and body being rammed against the wall, your body following mine, impaling me between the wall and you. You push deeper into me, and I almost black out as I cum one more time tonight, for you. I feel you, as well, flooding me inside, body easing but still not letting go. We stay pressed on the wall for a while, catching our breaths…
I am burning inside. You move away from me, I hear you zipping up. My upper body still leaned on the wall, I pull my skirt down, turn and face you.
‘You look a mess Faye, but it suits you, and I like it… I’m hungry, diner?’
Lesley
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