Forgive Me

Posted in Uncategorized on July 23, 2008 by lolitajohnson

I know there are people who probably check here every week just to see what delectable morsel I have in store for them and I know I have fallen behind.  I would like to apologize to all my loyal fans about this.  I have been going through some things as of late (nothing which I would like to write about in this format anyway) and have been unable to write for a little while.  I promise if you give me some time I will be back up and running, naughty little delights abound.  Stay tuned and check back for the next installments of my stories.


Leather and Lace Part 2

Posted in Love, Lovemaking, Multi-part Stories, Uncategorized, Work Erotica on June 29, 2008 by lolitajohnson

  Cupping his free hand around one of my breasts, the other kept my head tilted back as he kissed down across my neck to the free breast.  Through the shirt I could feel his moistness making my nipple jump to attention with the feel of his teeth grabbing and giving a not so gentle tug.  A small moan of pleasure escaped my lips as the combined pain and excitement was almost too much for me to bear. 

Running my fingers through his hair until they touched the back of his neck, I tangled my fingers together making me almost like a noose around his neck.  His hand still massaging my one breast, his lips working away at the other, and his newly free hand running down my back, grabbing a handful of my ass, pulling me closer to him. 

He looked up into my eyes as he ran his breast hand down to meet the other hand on my ass, grabbing me, pulling me to him as he stood, my legs finding a comfortable spot around his waist.  We began walking down the hallway, never breaking eye contact with one another, passion exploding in our glances. 

Reaching the end of the hall, using my back, he pushed open a door, leading into a room filled with soft candlelight.  This room seemed vastly different from the room we just left.  The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, an enchanting fragrance.  The light reflected off the pale colors in the room.  The bed was magickal as the satin of the sheets danced with the flickering of the candles.

Allen set me on the bed as he descended to the floor between my feet.  “I want to honor you as the goddess you are,” he said as he held my hand.  He pressed his lips to the back of my hand, so soft were his lips, almost loving.  I was overwhelmed, never before had anyone wanted to worship me, most were just here for their own guilty pleasures.

He helped undress me, first my shirt, his hands sliding slowly up my sides, tickling my flesh, removing the shirt easily over my head.  There my breasts sat, exposed to his every touch.  He ran his fingers down my chest to touch each nipple, feeling it grow hard under his pressure.  Running his fingers farther down my stomach, touching the top of the shorts, he stood before me and helped me to my feet. 

Once standing he gently removed the remaining clothing, and before him I stood nude, every flaw noticeable to me in the dancing candlelight yet to him I was a goddess.  He looked at the round fullness of my breasts, the tightness of my stomach, and the soft wet mounds of my pussy.  He was in awe.  Never before had he seen such beauty and been able to feel it with his own touch.

I wanted to see all of him so I walked to him reaching my hands out ahead of me, grabbing the tie to his pants and giving it a tug, untying it with ease.  My fingers easily found the elastic in the band and made quick work removing his only piece of clothes.  Now before him on my knees, I looked up into his eyes, waiting for his approval.

Gently he grabbed my hair with one hand while offering to my mouth his cock.  At first I was a little apprehensive, as you see Allen was quite gifted with a rather large cock, the gods must have bestowed much love on this man as his manhood was not only long but had a large girth as well.  As the shock of his size wore off I eagerly took as much of him in my mouth as possible as my hands found the inches I couldn’t. 

As I began to bob and stroke his shaft, I could feel the large drops of pre-cum being sent forth into my mouth.  With ever bob and stroke I worked his cock farther and farther into my mouth until I had taken every inch.  I began to hum a little tune to accompany my work on his dick. 

His grip tightened on my hair as I felt him tighten up.  I knew it was only a matter of moments before his love juices would explode from the end of his manhood.  He gave me a couple rough pushes forward down his shaft and as his cock exploded he shoved me on as hard as he could, his juices coated my throat as the first wave passed. 

Before the second wave could erupt from him I pulled back a little, taking the second shot in my mouth.   I wanted to taste him, see how sweet his juices really are.  One of my hands stroked his ever increasing shaft as the other massaged his balls, helping to release all of his juices, leaving none behind.    

Once his juices stopped flowing, he looked down at me, one hand on his still rock hard cock and the other fondling his balls.  He grabbed my chin and my arm, helping me to stand.  He placed his lips gently to mine and then whispered to me, “I was to be the one honoring you, Goddess.” 

Allen wrapped his arms around my waist as he guided me to the bed, his lips finding mine and never parting.  As my ass touched the cold satin I gave a start.  He didn’t notice as he helped me onto the bed, the sheets sliding me easily to the center.

He sat on the edge of the bed glancing at the bedpost and then glancing at me.  Looking at the bedpost, I noticed a piece of black velvet tied there, dangling down towards the floor.  I reached for it, taking this soft piece of fabric in my hand.  Holding out my hand with the velvet draped across it, Allen held my hand for a moment before he took the cloth from my hand and wrapped it around my wrist.  The feel of the velvet against my skin made me shutter.  He tied a beautiful and delicate knot around my wrist.

Once he was done with the one side, he went to the other side of the bed, tying the same knot around my wrist.  I was able to move my wrist as the knot was neither too tight nor binding.  I knew he wanted me to feel safe with him as I could have easily undone the knot. 

With his knot work done, he went to the foot of the bed, kneeling on the very end of it, balancing there as a cat would.  I watched his outline dance, throwing shadows on all the walls.  My legs moved apart as if they had a mind of their own as a flicker of light illuminated his face.  He looked hungry, like a wolf on a hunt.  He moved forward, placing his face just inches from my pussy.

Taking a deep breath in, he smelled my juices which coated my snatch and glistened with every flicker of light.  A soft noise of approval escapes his lips as he parts them slightly, bringing them closer to my waiting pussy.  A rogue finger pushes between my lips only to emerge covered in my warm fluids.  He shoves this appendage between his parted lips only to tighten them around it as he sucks every last drop from his tester.

Being happy with my taste, he used his fingers to separate my lips farther, exposing my fully grown clit and inner lips to his mouth.  The glorious smell of my snatch drove him simply mad as he drove his tongue deep into my parted pussy.  Finding my clit he gave it a tickle with his tongue, dancing on the very spot as my clit twitched under his pressure.

My body responded to his tongue as if his manhood had touched it, my hips began pitching and rocking, slowly fucking his face as he nibbled on my clit.  I could feel myself cumming close to the edge as I grabbed the ties around my wrist, tightened my stomach muscles, and bringing my knees together around his head.  Oh the waves of passion as he continued to taunt my pussy with his tongues talent.  Even without air he worked on, pushing my thighs apart to gasp a quick breath before plunging back into this plush jungle. 

He continued on tickling, teasing, and tantalizing my pussy for hours, always knowing where he was needed at the right moments, never stopping, even as my juices covered his face.  He ate as a wolf on its helpless prey, devouring me whole only to kill me again swiftly.  

My moans grew louder with each climax becoming almost screams of ecstasy as he finally came up for air.  He grabbed a soft towel off the nightstand and cleansed away my fluids from his face.  He placed the towel back in the spot only to grab a glass of water from the bedside.  I was parched as he offered me a sip to moisten my mouth and throat but I stopped him before he put it to his lips.  He set the glass down and he lay down beside me. 

He ran his fingers gently over my flesh, sizzling with desire.  The sweat beads were illuminated by the now dimming candlelight.  Feeling his fingers on my body made me want him more than ever.  I was now craving his cock, wanting to feel him work his magick within me.  He brought his fingers to my face, nudging my chin up to his lips. 

I could still taste me on his lips and the taste of our two juices combined was better than the sweet nectar of the gods.  We drank of our love for a brief moment, a short time to catch our breaths before the next wave of passion overtook us, sending us crashing into one another.

Reaching up to the wrist farthest from him, Allen undid my ties that bound me, setting me free to run my fingers through his sweat soaked hair.  As he freed the other arm, I brought them together behind his neck as he ran his fingers gently over my hot flesh.  Stopping only briefly at my hip, running his hand to mid-thigh, hoisting it onto his side.

I could feel his rock hard manhood rise up between my thighs, the tip cumming to rest against my outer pussy.  Using his excellent control, he tapped it, knocking against my pussy door, begging to cum in.  Oh how I wanted to feel him push into me, surely bringing me the release I still needed to satisfy my own craving hunger.   

Tightening my leg around him, I used my body like an alligator, rolling him over on top of me, feeling his cock slide between my lips and deep within me.  Arching my back, I took my arms off him and put them against the bed, clawing at the sheets, grabbing a handful of satin in each hand.  He slowly slid back outward, giving me time to adjust to his size. 

Once my tight pussy loosened its grip on his manhood, he eagerly pumped his cock, coating him with my juices.  Moans escaped my mouth and I felt I needed to quiet myself to keep the neighbors from banging on the walls.  I took the pillow from under my head, using it to muffle the screams that escaped my mouth. 

He knew what he was doing as he changed pace, speeding and slowing to my ever changing demand.  I threw him off balance and flipped him over, never breaking contact with his cock.  Now I was in control as I rode him at my speed, feeling all of his manhood penetrate me.  How I loved the feel of him inside me.

As I rode him my breasts bounced in the candlelight.  He took his hands, setting them gently on my hips, wanting to feel me as I collided with him.  Soft moans were all that escaped through his parted lips as I brought him to near climax, slowing down, bringing him back from the edge.

He sat up, placing me in his lap as I continued riding him, his hands finding their way up my back gripping my shoulder blades, pulling me to him hard.  Our sweaty bodies touched, his chest hair tickling my nipples with every stroke of my pussy over his cock.  Nearing my own release, fingertip at the ready, waiting for the moment when they would be drawn across his skin. 

As my climax came upon us, I first gripped his back, digging the nails into his skin.  Then as I began to scream out with pleasure I ran them down his soft skin, drawing bloody lines as I went.  We collapsed onto the bed, me with exhaustion and him with pain.

I turned away from him, looking out at the ever lightening sky, and he moved to cuddle in on me.  I could feel he wasn’t done with me yet and this excited me to no end.  With his arm around my waist he whispered into my ear things that he still wanted to do to me. 

Penetrating me with his cock, feeling him enter my worn pussy, I cried out in pain with pleasure.  With no grand gestures we were to our knees, him riding me from behind, doggy style, his balls slapping my wet pussy lips with every collision.  My breasts made a clapping noise with every bouncing from behind as we continued onward to our finale. 

Allen leaned over my back, placing his mouth to my shoulder and let his razor sharp teeth make their mark on my flawless skin.  Feeling his teeth breaking my skin made me cum with excitement.  Riding him harder brought me close to climax again.  Suddenly he pulled his rock hard cock clear out of my pussy and without warning he turned me on my back, thrust his cock back into me and exploded.  His hot cum coating the inside of my pussy like a hose covers fire with water. 

Collapsing on top of me, our bodies lay in a wet heap in the middle of the wrinkled satin.  Allen rolled off me and lay beside me and I rolled over and leaned my head against his wet chest.  I could hear his heart beating fast as I ran my finger through the matted hair on his chest.  He ran his own fingers through my mop like tresses as he stared at the ceiling.

Laying there in each other’s arms we dozed off, the light in the room coming more from the outside then from the almost extinguished candlelight.  The only sounds were now from the birds chirping in the tree outside the window.  We slept in entwined within our reaches. 

I woke after only a few hours of sleep, Allen still sleeping soundly beside me.  Climbing out of bed, trying not to disturb Allen, I found the clothes he lent me and dressed before heading out into the hallway.  I wanted to do something for this man who had shown me the best night of my life I thought as I grabbed a quick shower. 

I tiptoed out into the kitchen, deciding I would make him some sort of breakfast.  Finding the things I would need I set to work making a meal fit for a god.  Looking around in the cabinets I found a serving tray and arranged those things I had prepared for him on it.  Carrying it carefully down the hallway to the bedroom where Allen was sleeping, I saw that he was no longer in bed.  I became frantic.  Had he left while I was cooking?  Where had he gone?

I noticed the bathroom door was closed and stood outside listening as I heard him singing in the shower.  He had an amazing singing voice, powerful yet elegant, hitting every note with perfect pitch.  The water shutting off drew me back to reality.  If I didn’t want to get caught in the hallway holding the tray I needed to act fast. 

Hurrying into the bedroom and setting the tray on the side of the bed closest to the door, I began stripping my clothes off as if there was a race to see who could get naked fastest.  I climbed back onto the bed on the side farthest from the door and lay down as if I never left, scooting the tray close to me so he would have room on his side of the bed.

Just as I had the tray in position on the bed the bathroom door opened and Allen stepped out into the hallway a towel wrapped around his waist, running his hands through his wet hair, rubbing it as if he held a towel.  He sniffed at the air, smelling the breakfast I made him and headed towards the kitchen.

Not seeing anyone there he headed back to the hallway.  Just as he reached the beginning of the hallway he saw me, naked, and the tray of food on his bed.  The towel fell from around his hips, grabbing it with one hand and flipping it into the hamper in the bathroom before hitting the doorway to his bedroom.

“I figured you left, I didn’t realize…” his voice trailed off as he pointed to the tray.  “Yeah, I made you breakfast, I hope you like it,” I said as he sat on the edge of the bed.  “It looks fabulous.  I think you made enough we can share though,” he said handing me the fork as he held the spoon in his other hand. 

We shared a wonderful breakfast, completely naked, as the sun rose high in the sky.  I couldn’t believe how fast the day was going.  Once we had finished breakfast, we lay there for a bit as we had when we finished, our bodies tangled, the sun shining onto every hill and valley in his flawless skin.  He smelled wonderful, his aroma driving me almost mad, making me want to climb on top of him and begin were we had finished earlier.

“Shoot, can you give me a ride back to the shop so I can get my motorcycle?  I can’t believe I almost forgot.  Sarah would have killed me.  I hope she isn’t worried about me.  I usually get there first thing in the morning,” he said as he sat up, dragging me up with him.  “Of course I can give you a ride,” I said, blushing a little, knowing that Sarah would know what happened last night and we wouldn’t have to say a word to her.

“Do you mind if we swing by my place so I can pick up some clean clothes?” I called to him from the kitchen.  “Yeah, I’d love to see your place anyway,” he called back.  I worked at cleaning up the mess from breakfast as he finished getting ready.

He emerged from down the hall, dressed in a dress shirt and nice pair of jeans, with a pair of black boots to complete the ensemble.  I looked like a slob next to him.  He carried in his arms my clothes, neatly folded.  “You ready,” he said flipping the keys to his motorcycle out of his pocket.  “Give me one second,” I said as I finished wiping down the counter. 

I rinsed out the towel, leaving it to dry over the faucet.  Looking for my keys and anything else I might have left in a rush, I gathered up all of my belongings as he held open the door for me.  Once we were through the door he turned and locked it.  Before I knew it we were going out the door and getting into my car heading to my place across town.   

Stress Relief

Posted in Uncategorized, Work Erotica on June 19, 2008 by lolitajohnson

After a long Hard day at work all you want to do when you get home is grab a shower and relax a little before bed.  You head to your room, needing to put all your dirty clothes in the hamper.  You don’t hear me as I sneak in the front door, closing it softly behind me, locking it to keep out unwanted guests.  Following the sounds of you moving in your room, I make my way there, just as you take off your shirt.  Sneaking up behind you, I wrap my arms around your waist.  You jump, but soon settle in for a cuddle from the arms of one you know so well.

With my arms wrapped around your waist I undo your belt, you not saying a word, just letting the moment happen.  As it clears the last loop and falls to the floor my hands reach for the button, easily undoing it and moving on to the zipper, your pants falling to your ankles.  Running my hands up your back, I rub your shoulders, feeling every knot.  I pull you over to the bed, leaving your pants on the floor, forcing you to sit.  I climb behind you, rubbing at your shoulders, releasing as much tension my hands can.

Being so close I can smell your sweat and this excites me a little, I like a man who works up a sweat, even though I know you think you’re gross and need a shower, but my hands feel like heaven on your tired achy muscles.  You feel the softness of my lips as I kiss your neck, just above where I’m rubbing.  Feeling my warm breath against your skin gets you excited, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can contain your desire to take me here on your bed.  I kiss your neck again, pressing a little harder on your skin, and you can take no more. 

You stand, sending me grabbing for something to stabilize myself, as my hand catch your waistband, pulling them down, exposing your firm ass.  My other hand catches your arm as you reach around to catch me from falling, putting my face at eyelevel with your rock hard cock within the confines of your underwear. 

You help me upright, wrapping my hands around your neck, you placing your hands around my waist.  Leaning in you grab my hair, pulling it back, exposing my neck.  You kiss my neck softly, gently working your way to my ear.  Your soft lips nibble at my ear, your breath whispering across it, making me want you even more.  You take your free hand, and find the buttons on my shirt, undoing them one at a time, feeling the warm skin grow chilled as it is exposed to the air in the room.  Your hand brushed the lacy edge of my bra and your hand can’t help but feel the fabric confining your favorite part of my body.  Through my bra you can feel the nipple grow hard under the pressure of your touch.  You continue on your journey down my body, undoing the buttons as you go. 

My shirt falls open, exposing what you felt with your hands.  You kiss down my chest as your hands find their way, tickling me, to the hooks on my bra.  With one flick of your fingers you have my bra undone, as you run your hands to my stomach taking your fingers under the underwire supporting my breasts.  Your hands find a way to cup each breast in your hands, the nipples poking into your palms.  I kiss your neck while your hands message every inch under my shirt.  You run your hands up my sides and down my arms, removing my shirt and bra with one motion.  You toss them off the edge of the bed, adding to the growing pile to laundry.

I run my hands down your chest, circling your nipples once before I make my way down your stomach, reaching the waistband having difficulty containing your beast.  Hooking my fingers in the front of the waistband, I release your beast, taking it in my hand.  My hands soft on your cock, I look into your eyes as I begin to stroke you, soft at first.  You run your hands down to the zipper on the back of my skirt, unzipping it, letting it fall to my knees, exposing my pussy.  Running your hand around to my front, letting your fingers slip down into my wetness.

Your fingers slid easily over my clit, causing me to grab your cock a little tighter, yet maintaining the slow speed at which I have been stroking it.  You bury your face in my neck, taken in a deep breath, smelling the lovely floral scents wafting from my hair and skin.  You push me gently back on the bed, moving my feet from behind me to around your waist.  Hooking my toes around the waistband of your underwear, which is still at mid thigh, I pull them all the way to the floor. 

You want to take me there on the bed but you know you need a shower and feel bad that I’m even touching you.  “I’m gonna shower.  Wanna join me,” you whisper in my ear, as your cock rubs the middle of my lips, parting them slightly, moistening the full length of the underside of your cock.  You take my hand and help me off the bed, dragging me down to the bathroom. 

You start running the water and check the temperature as I stand with my arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you to me.  Once the water temperature is to where you like it, you pull me in there, the water hitting our bodies.  As the flood of water runs down over our head, across our chests, and down into the bottom of the shower you grab my hair and leaning me back, we kiss passionately, sliding your tongue between my parted lips, tongues dancing an exotic dance.

Once we come up for air, you grab the bottle of shampoo, adding a small amount to your hair.  While you’re lathering your hair, I set to work washing your body.  I lovingly scrub every inch leaving a trail of suds behind as I go.  I could feel the tension draining away at the thought of how I was making you feel.  You love my touch, perfection on your skin.

With your upper body clean I set to work cleaning your lower body.  Kneeling before you in the shower, I take your now rock hard cock in my sudsy hand.  Stroking it gently to get it clean.  You lean forward putting your hand against the wall, sending water cascading onto my head, suds running down your body and away into the drain, leaving me with a very clean cock to work with. 

Parting my lips only slightly, placing soft lips kissing the tip of your cock, causing you to shake a little and pulling back a little, a small drop of pre-cum surfaces.  Taking my tongue I lick it of before the shower can wash it down the drain.  I don’t want to waste a single drop of your juices, for tonight they are all mine.  The tip cleaned, I continue on down the shaft, my tongue ring rolling along every vein, jumping with every hill.  Your balls are my next stop on this ecstasy ride.  My lips kiss each one before my hands massages them again as I work my way back to the tip where another drop of pre-cum waits for me to taste.

Happily I gobble up not only your pre-cum but the entire shaft as well.  Your free hand is on the back of my head, holding my hair.  The water from the showerhead bounces off your chest flowing down across my face as I take you in and out of my wanting hole.  Running my hands up your legs, I reach around, grabbing a hold of your ass, using it as a means to force you close to me.

You reach for my hands, taking them in yours and helping me stand.  The water hits my back.  You turn me around and added shampoo to my hair lathering its long tress full of bubbles.  Then you wash my body, loving every curve of my body with your fingers and mouth in all ways possible.

After kissing down my chest, you kiss each of my breasts over and over again until you reach my nipples.  You tease it to life with your tongue, flicking it like you do other sensitive parts of my body.  The feeling from my nipple makes me yearn to have you eating my pussy, licking your tongue roughly across my clit.  You gather both breasts in your hands and bring them together you suck both nipples at the same time.  I wrap my hand around the back of your head, attempting to maintain balance.

You release my breasts and continue on your journey to my edible lips.  On your knees, you kiss my stomach on the trail down to my pussy, washing and rinsing ahead of your kisses.  Taking my leg, propping it on your shoulder, gives free access to my inner pussy.  You can see my clit, wanting to feel your rough tongue lashing at it so you shove your head between my parted thighs.

Almost instantly, the pressure from your tongue makes me explode all down your face.  You lap at my juices and then clean me up again.  You stand up as I rinse my hair, soap suds running down my back.  Taking my chin in your hand you gaze into my eyes.  You have never wanted it more than you do right now.

With reckless abandon, you attack me, an animal released from its prison.  We hit the wall as you pull my leg up atop your bended knee, sliding your cock deep within me.  Resting your foot on a low ledge, you bring me in close to you as you pump your cock in my pussy.  Burying your face in my shoulder you take a free hand and fondle me.  

Within moments we reach our peaks and allow it to flow back again only to bring it in again like a tidal wave.  As our passions fall, we clean up again, now with water as cold as ice.  You turn the water off and leave out wet love nest for drier land.

You hand me a towel and I dry off, you helping make sure the most important parts are dry.  Wrapping up in the towels we head back to the bedroom, you holding my hand dragging me down the hall.  Once in the bedroom you pulled me to you, casting my towel aside.  Holding me tight, you back me into the bed, causing me to lose my balance and fall, you on top of me.  We kissed again as we worked our way onto the bed. 

You rolled onto your side of the bed, towel still wrapped around your waist.  I roll over to cuddle with you, lying my head on your chest, listening to your heart beat as I swirl my fingers around on your chest.  You wrap your arm around me, running your fingers through my hair.  Leaning down, you kiss the top of my head.  “You know what I missed.  No bouncing boobs.”  Looking into your eyes with an evil grin, I make my move.  With one swift move, I straddle your limp cock under your towel. 

Gently bouncing over your cock, you give me a surprise look.  My boobs gently bouncing bring your cock back to life.  I run my fingers down your chest, coming to rest on your stomach, giving a little extra bounce for your pleasure.  After a few moments, you grin at me and throw me to the side, tickling me. 

The moment had passed as we lay cuddled again in one another’s arms, the shine of the full moon making a glow in the room.  Two bodies, intertwined in the heat of the days passion, waiting on baited breath for a moment, knowing there may never be another moment like this.  Falling asleep in each other’s arms, for all appearance of love yet lacking the boundaries which confine it.  No real commitment and the softness of skin keep these lovers as is, trapped as a photo in a frame.

Leather and Lace Pt. 1

Posted in Multi-part Stories, Uncategorized, Work Erotica on June 14, 2008 by lolitajohnson

The overcast sky opens up, large drops pound onto the pavement.  Seeing a door, I enter, not knowing where I was headed.  A jingling bell alerts me to my new and different surroundings.  The smell was delightful, crisp paper; a slight hint of patchouli incense filled the air.  Crystals hung by strings from a display on the counter.  There were many antique cases filled with different books, statues, stones of varying sizes, shapes, and colors. 

“Can I help you find anything,” a delightful voice called from somewhere behind a rack of clothes.  “No thank you, I’m just looking,” I answer as a wonderful woman of middle age comes out from behind the tower of cotton and velvet.  “If you need anything, just ask,” and she disappears behind a case filled with books. 

Looking around I notice the dark brown glass bottles sitting on the counter.  Intrigued, I wonder over to it picking up one of the small containers.  Lavender and jasmine fragrance, two of my favorite scents mixed into one.  I open the bottle and lift it to under my nose.  The wonderful aroma entering my nostrils brings a smile to my face.  “That’s one of my favorites too.  Here smell this one,” the shopkeeper says as she opens a bottle, handing it to me, waiting for my approval.  “What is this?  It smells heavenly,” I hand her back the bottle and she recaps it, placing it in its exact spot in the display without looking at it.     

“You’ve never been in here before, have you,” she questions as she smiles.  “No, I’m sorry I haven’t.” I reply.  “Would you like me to show you around?  Give you a little sense as to what all we offer and answer any questions you might have,” she offered as the bell on the door jingled.  I turned to see a handsome young man standing before me.  He was tall, reaching well over 6 feet.  His hair, the color of a bar of chocolate, was cut short spiked and wet from the rain and he had a goatee which was trimmed short helping to give him that bad boy look.   He shook off the raindrops from his black leather jacket and ran his hands back and forth over his hair, attempting to shake off the droplets clinging to each spike.

He looked up, realizing he was being watched.  “Sorry, it’s pouring down out there.  I didn’t think I was going to make it here?  I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain until tomorrow.  Now I’m hoping it stops before I have to ride home,” he shivered as he removed his jacket and threw it over his arm.  “I’m just glad that you didn’t get hurt.  I bet you had a terrible ride in here on that motorcycle of yours,” she said her voice full of concern. 

“I’m sorry dear, where are my manners.  Here I am gabbing away and I didn’t introduce you.  Well maybe I should begin by introducing myself.  I’m Sarah, and this is my store.  This wonderful young man is Allen.  He doesn’t work here but he should, he knows almost as much if not more than I do about the items I carry here and you are?”  “I’m Leighla.” I say blushing, realizing that Allen was staring at me.  I bit my lip nervously as the bell on the door rang again.

“I’ve been waiting for her all morning.  I’m sorry dear but I can’t give you that tour I promised right now.  If you have any questions answered all you need to do is ask.  Allen, let me know if you need any help,” her voice trailing off as she went to help the new customer.

“Sorry, she gets like that sometimes.  You should consider yourself lucky, if she had given you that tour I don’t know that you would have gotten out of here before the store closes.  Leighla is it?  That is a beautiful name.  It fits, beautiful name for a beautiful soul,” he says looking deep into my eyes.  His eyes are a deep brown and his lashes frame them perfectly, long and curling up making his eyes appear as though he was trying to seduce me.  I mentally shake myself from his dreamy bedroom eyes back to the present.

“You know, if you want, I can give you the tour instead.  Like she said, I know this place better than she does.  Besides, I know quite a little bit about the subject matter also.  I could teach you a little about that as well, if you’re interested.  I don’t want to seem too pushy…”

“I’d like that very much,” I reply nibbling again.  I don’t know why he makes me so nervous.  He is very handsome but I’ve been around plenty of handsome men and none have affected me this way.  “I’ll be right back.  I’m gonna put down my jacket,” he says as he disappears behind the rack of clothing.  As he walked away I couldn’t help but notice how his jeans fit him as if they had been made just for him.  Every line sewn to highlight his moves, the fading in the right spots, and the  length stopping just short of the Harley Davidson emblem on the heel of his boot.  My heart began to pound and I could feel a sense of desire begin to well. 

“Sorry I took so long.  I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.  Are you ready to take that little tour?”  “Of course I am,” I say eagerly as you place your hand on the small of my back.  “Where to begin…hmmm I think we’ll start over here.”

We toured every inch of the store.  The time seemed to fly by.  He explained everything about the store.  He told me a little about the people who worked there, the products they carried, and what they were used for, and even gave me a little education about the reason customers shopped there.  I was sad our time was coming to an end and I sensed so was he.  The shopkeeper was busying herself with all the tasks of closing when she walked past us.

“You’re still here.  I thought you both left hours ago.  Do you have any idea what time it is?  I’m about to close up the shop.  Allen, I’m afraid I have bad news for you.  The storm hasn’t let up.  I don’t think you’ll be riding home on that motorcycle of yours.  Do you need to call for a ride?” she asked as she continued moving about the store. 

“If you need a ride I can give you one.  I don’t mind.  Besides it is the least I can do.  I owe you for the delightful tour,” I offered.  “No I’ll be fine, Sarah,” he called out to her.  “Would you like to park your motorcycle in the shed out back?  I can get the key.  I’ll meet you out there,” she said not really giving him a chance to argue.  He didn’t put up a fight.  He retrieved his coat from the back room and easily slid into it. 

“Sarah, are you ready?” he called out to her.  “Yes,” she called back as she emerged from the back room.  “I’m sorry I won’t have time for chit chat but I have a lot of work left to do.  It was nice meeting you Leighla.  I hope he did my store proud.” 

“He did a wonderful job Sarah.  You were right he should work here.  I will definitely come back here, again.”  He placed his hand on my back again causing me to blush. 

“Dear where is your coat?” she said as she rubbed my arm gently.  “I didn’t wear one today.  The weather wasn’t calling for it,” I answered.  “Here, wear mine,” he said slipping out of the jacket as easily as he has slipped into it. 

“I can’t.  You need it.  My car is only a block away.  Besides you’ll need it while you take your motorcycle back to the shed,” I say, pushing his jacket back at him.  He slides back into it agreeing that he will get sopping wet waiting.  “I’ll pick you up out front.”  “OK,” he replied bracing himself for the rain. 

“You both take care and I look forward to seeing you again.  Now get outta here,” she said as she held the door open for our quick escape.  After we were clear of the door she hurried it shut and locked it, turning the open sign to closed.

We parted ways, each running steadily to our destinations.  He reached his motorcycle and began pushing it down the path between the buildings that lead to the shed.  I reached my car, opened the door and threw myself into the driver’s seat, hurriedly closing the door.  I started the car and the usual dings and lights worked magic.  I turned on the windshield wipers to make it easier to see out.  I put the car into gear and drove the block to the front of the store as quickly as I could.  He had just walked out from between the buildings when I pulled up.  He opened the door and got in the same fashion I had just a few minutes earlier.

“Where to?” I asked attempting to get some direction for our drive together.  “If you don’t mind, I’m kind of hungry.  I bet you are too.  Would you mind if we go out to dinner before you take me home?”  “That sounds absolutely wonderful.  Where should we go?”  I question.  “I know this wonderful place, turn left,” he directed as he gave the directions to a quaint little diner not that far from the store.

We were surprised we were the only customers in the diner and we took a seat in an out of the way booth in the far corner of the diner.  The waitress took our drink order and left us alone again.  I rubbed my hands together and grabbed the menu.  Looking it over quickly we decided on our order and when the waitress returned with our drinks he placed the order.  This time when the waitress left I knew we would be alone for quite a while.

My hands were still cold from the rain and I rubbed them together in hopes it would warm them up.  “Here, let me hold them, my hands are warm,” he offered, one which I gladly accepted.

We sat there, hand in hand, looking into each other’s eyes, not a word spoken between us.  I could feel the desire in me well again as I became hypnotized with every flutter of his eyelashes.    

The waitress began setting our plates in front of us before we knew she was even there.  Intoxicated by each other’s eyes and the depth of feelings and emotions they contained, we failed to notice anything or anyone else in the diner.  We blushed as we picked up our silverware and began to eat our meal, this time having a conversation out loud, so the rest of the world could hear our thoughts.

Once the table had been cleared and the waitress brought us our checks, he grabbed them and reaching for his wallet said, “I’ve got this.  Besides you still have to drive me home, it’s the least I can do.”  I let him pay without argument, nice to finally meet a nice guy for a change.

Leaving the diner, the waitress locked the door behind us.  We walked for a short distance before we realized it had stopped raining.  We turned towards each other and he said as he grabbed my hands, “I don’t think she would let me have my bike back tonight.”  I agreed with him and we began walking again, hand in hand to my car.

It was a rather long drive to his apartment from the diner and we used that time to get to know one another even more than we already did.  He told me about his family and how he had moved all over the country after his parents had divorced when he was just a little kid.  Talked about his brother, whom he secretly admired, living in New York, trying to find his own version of the American dream.  I told him about my family and shared the deepest secrets I had never shared with anyone before.  How I had longed to be loved unconditionally and how my family was far away from me and rarely ever spoke to me unless they were upset about something I did.  How my brother has the perfect marriage, well that is how it appears to the outside world and how no matter what I was looked down upon because me relationships never worked out like that.

Before long we were pulling up to the block his building was in.  “Do you want to come up to my apartment?  At least for a nightcap?” he said as I looked down both sides of the street filled with parked cars.  There was no close parking so it was either accept his offer or just drop him off at the door.  I wasn’t ready to end the wonderful time we had been having, besides I wanted to see where and how such a wonderful person lived.  I was hoping to get to see the pictures from his visits with his family, meet his friends through photos of the good times they had shared.

“I’d love to come up.  Now all I have to do is park.” I said searching on the side streets for a spot.  “This is why I have the motorcycle, easy parking.  Only bad thing is when it rains, unless I run into a beautiful young woman to take me home,” his voiced I smiled as my face blushed.  I wasn’t used to being told how wonderful I looked.

Finding a spot about three blocks away, we began the short walk to his building.  We were so busy talking that we didn’t notice the sky overhead had clouded over again and were heavy with rain until it began to pour.  The first few drops weren’t bad but as the rain poured down upon us we ran for the building, splashing through the puddles already forming in the streets and low places on the sidewalks.

By the time we reached the door we were both soaked to the skins, our clothes hanging off us as if we had showered in them.  Leaving a trail of water on the floor he showed me to the stairs which lead up to the right of the main entrance.  Farther on down a narrow hallway was a bank of elevators.  “We could take those but they are always getting stuck, not that I’d mind being stuck in there with you,” he said looking down at my shirt clinging to my breasts.  His face flushed as he quickly turned his head away looking up the stairs.  “Shall we,” he stammered.  “After you,” I said barely getting it out before he said, “ladies first.”

I slowly climbed the stairs with Allen trailing behind me.  I could feel his eyes looking over every inch of my body as he watched the bottom edges of my ass cheeks swishing back and forth under my skirt.  We made our way up the barely lit stairwell to a landing, the carpeting worn from all the traffic which continues on up to the levels about it.  Hearing jingling, I stop as Allen is attempting to take his keys from within his pocket.  The wet jeans and now present hard on keep him from easily getting them free.  I step out of the way as he gets them free, finding the right key for the door.

As he opens the door and disappears into the darkness, I feel the first twinge of nerves.  The light comes on in the darkness and he is standing in the midst of a room dark as night.  Everything is black and all leather.  “Are you going to come in?  You should really get out of those clothes before you catch a cold.”  He disappears into another room as I close the door behind me.  Only moments later does he return, carrying in his hands a towel, a pair of shorts, and a white a-shirt.  “Here is some things you can change into until your clothes dry,” handing me the pile and pointing, “There’s the bathroom, second door on the right.”

I walk the narrow hall to the door and was searching for the light when my hand brushed the switch engulfing me in brightness.  His bathroom resembled his living area.  Monochromatic to a tee and very clean, as if he had come into this tiny space before me and straightened, leaving no marks that he ever uses this space.  I shut the door down but didn’t close it completely, fearing I would feel claustrophobic in this space.

I changed quickly, taking off all of my clothes, giving them a tiny ringing out in the sink and folding them neatly and placing them in a pile on the counter.  Pulling on the shorts I was glad they weren’t pants, they hung below my knees as it was.  The shirt fit like a glove, clinging to me almost as bad as my wet clothes had.  My nipples were visible through it and their erectness didn’t do anything to help conceal them.

When I emerged from the bathroom, the living area was dark again, all but the flickering candlelight to guide me to where I was going.  “I didn’t know what to do with them so I left my clothes on your sink.”  “No problem, why don’t you come over here and sit down while I take care of that,” he said as he stood up from the small sofa.  He walked past me and I realized he was wearing nothing more than a pair of pajama pants tied well below his waist. 

I sat on the sofa, feeling the cold soft leather against my skin.  In front of me on the table were two glasses and a bottle of wine, open and breathing.  Absentmindedly I began stroking the sofa, feeling the soft leather in my hand, breathing in deeply, the scent overcoming me as Allen came back in the room.  There was now music coming from somewhere down the hall that was soft and instrumental. 

“Are you trying to romance me?” I asked as he blushed, ashamed he had been caught.  He reached for the bottle and poured a little in each.  Picking them up, he swirled them and handed me one of the glasses as he sniffed the other.  I did the same and then took a small sip. 

We sat for what seemed like hours, just talking in the candlelight, as the bottle slowly drained of its contents.  “I have something to admit to you.  I have spent the better part of the day and night now trying to figure out how to kiss you.  I was afraid that you wouldn’t let me and I didn’t want to be spurned by you,” he said as he reaches out his hand to grab mine.    

I stood from my seat and walked over to him.  Leaning in I brush his chest with the backs of my fingers as I reach for his face.  Cupping his cheek I say, “Never be afraid of me,” and I boldly kisses his lips, parting only for a momentary touching of tongues.  Reaching his hands behind me, he grabs a handful of each hip and pulls me to sit on his lap, never allowing our lips to part.

Once seated straddling his lap, I can feel a hard mound of flesh in his pants where his cock should be.  Taking his hands and grabbing my hair, pulling me back out of his face, exposing my neck to his parted lips, barring his teeth he bites down.  I could feel his teeth scrape across my skin, lighting a fire in my pussy.  I wanted him, wanted to feel his cock satisfy me in ways that I could only begin to imagine.

Love in the Afternoon

Posted in Uncategorized, Work Erotica on June 5, 2008 by lolitajohnson

The day was almost over as he pulled into the driveway.  Just wanting to get in the front door and into the arms of his one true love, he hurriedly put the car in park, threw open the door and as the heat of the late summer day flooded the car, he climbed out of his little sports car.

Standing outside of the car he stretched, his height increasing as he did.  He was very tall, standing well over six feet and he was ripped, muscles bulging under his tight dress shirt.  His pale skin showed the lack of any outdoor fun in his overworked life.  He bent down and grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat, hitting his head as he righted himself.

Cursing under his breath, he slammed the car door shut.  He rubbed his head as he wandered to the white door leading into air conditioned comfort.  Giving a quick jerk on the door, he felt a blast of icy cold air coming from within.  “Honey, I’m home,” he called, hoping his lover would be there waiting to get him some ice for his ever growing lump.  There was no response back.  He didn’t worry, she must be out finishing up some errands, he thought to himself.

He set his briefcase down beside the end table next to his chair in the living room.  He couldn’t wait to get comfortable in the soft leather chair, the one his lover had purchased for him only a few months ago.  He took the keys out of his pants pocket and set them in the tray on the end table followed closely by his cell phone, some spare change from his lunch date, and a small pocket knife he used just in case, because you should always be prepared, a left over boy scout motto he never quite left behind as he entered adulthood.

Walking down the hall to their shared bedroom, he took off his tie and shirt as he went.  Once there, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around his ankles.  He took his foot in one side of it and flipped them into his hands, knowing if he didn’t she would yell at him for leaving a mess in the bedroom.  Taking the belt from within its confines, he hung it in the closet on the special little device his lover had for just such things.  His tie soon followed and then the shirt and pants went into the hamper.

Wandering back through the house in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and black socks made just to wear with his dress shoes, which he had kicked off just inside the front door.  He grabbed the shoes and threw them in the closet, all to avoid a fight, and headed into the kitchen for a beer.  He opened the fridge door and on the top shelf, as if calling to him, were a half eaten pizza and a beer. 

Taking both with him he meandered back into the living room to watch some T.V.  He had heard from some guys at work that there was going to be a good ball game on so he began his search through all the sports channels to find it.  Once he did he set the remote down and grab the beer bottle and twisted it open, tossing the cap on the end table, making a tinkling noise as it hit the keys. 

With his free hand he grabbed the first piece of pizza devouring it in just a few bites.  The next slice was gone in the same manner.  As he grabbed the third slice, he heard a noise coming from the driveway.  Oh no she was home and he knew if she caught him eating before dinner again he would be in trouble.  Setting down the beer, he hopped out of the chair and ran, pizza box in hand, to the kitchen, throwing what was left of the pizza back on the top shelf of the fridge. 

Skidding across the living room floor in his socks, he made it to his chair just in time.  She opened the door and there he was sipping on his beer, but she was too stressed from the day to even notice the small dribble of pizza sauce on his chin.  She threw her keys on the table and slammed down her purse.  She said nothing as she went down the hall kicking her heels off as she went.

When she emerged from the bedroom she had changed from her business suit into one of his favorite tank tops and boy shorts.  Her hair had gone from an up-do of some sort to a pony tail, her blonde hair curling from the constant position it held all day at work.  Seeing her like this made him excited. 

She looked like she could use a beer and since he needed a fresh one he went back out to the kitchen and retrieved two beers from the fridge.  He twisted the caps off in the kitchen, throwing them in the trash, and walked up to her in on the couch and held out a beer.  She grabbed it from him and swallowed half the bottle before he could sit down next to her on the couch. 

Once he sat down she flung her legs up in his lap.  Out of habit, he set his beer down and began rubbing her feet.  This always turned him on, the feeling of her feet in his hands, the heels digging into his cock, stroking it deep and hard.  He could feel his manhood growing below her feet in his lap as he worked from her feet up her legs.  Looking into her eyes he knew she could feel his cock throbbing below her feet and this made her smile. 

He held her legs as he slid under them, down to the floor on his knees in front of her.  He continued rubbing up her legs, one at a time, rubbing all the way up under her boy shorts, teasing the bare pussy lips with his fingertips.  He would then start at the knee of the other leg and do the same all over again, teasing at the bare pussy.

She sat up and grabbed his head, kissing him so hard his lips hurt under her pressure.  He didn’t waste this chance and slid his fingers deep into her pussy lips, feeling her dripping wet cunt and rock hard clit.  She released her grip on his lips and let out a loud moan as she let her head fall back. 

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and ran them up her sides, taking her tank top off in one easy maneuver.  Pulling her to him, he nibbled at her neck, kissing down her front, letting her fall back as he used his tongue to excite her soft nipple.  Sucking it into his mouth, she began to breathe heavier, grabbing his hair.  With his free hand he teased the other nipple until it also was hard, standing out like a piece of candy waiting to be gobbled up.

With both her nipples hard, he kissed down her stomach, stopping right above the panty line.  She lifted her hips off the couch as he took his hands to the panties and pulled them towards himself, watching as the soft skin of her bare glistening snatch exposed itself to him.  He could smell her and he wanted to dive in but instead he waited, he wanted to make sure she was fully satisfied. 

He gently took his fingers up her legs again, stopping to admire how soft and smooth her legs were under the heat of his touch.  The stop was only momentary as he continued on, each of his hands going to work on her pussy.  One hand was busy, fingers working her clit, soft and slow, making her wiggle and moan.  The other hand with fingers ready at a moment’s notice to push into her pussy, bringing her to an even better climax than one hand alone, something he had learned she loved and made his end of the deal even better. 

She gripped the cloth of the couch as he pressed her clit hard while rubbing it, then giving it a little flick, she moaned, shoving her hips towards his hands, wanting more than fingers in her pussy.  He knew what she wanted and was going to make her wait for it.  He continued flicking and rubbing her until she began to shake.  Once he felt her shake he knew it was time.  He shoved his fingers deep inside of her, feeling her pussy tighten around them covering them with the juices he so longed to taste.

He slowly worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, juices flowing down out of her and onto the couch, just below her bare ass, leaving a shine on the leather he had never seen before.  His arm was becoming increasingly wet, her fluids beginning to run down his arm.  She was moaning and clawing at the couch as he pushed his fingers farther in and at a faster pace. 

Just as he was beginning to shake, he pushed his face down into her pussy, using his hands to hold her lips open so he could get a clear shot at her clit.  He took her into his mouth, nibbling and biting, giving an occasional flick with his tongue as she coated his face with her cum.  She grabbed his hair, tugging it with all her excitement, ripping a few from his head, but he ignored the pain, he was in heaven.

He loved the way she tasted and knew this was a treat.  Usually when he went down on her she shooed him away, telling him it was gross.  He knew he was in luck, she wanted him to lap up every ounce of her juices.

She gave a violent shake as she reached yet another climax, filling his nose and mouth with her cum.  Yet she still wanted more.  When he returned to kneeling to grab a facial tissue, she shoved her hips towards him and found the tip of his cock, ready and waiting for her cunt.  She pushed harder against the couch and this time her pussy was filled with his rock hard manhood. 

She grabbed at his shoulders as she sat up, knocking him backwards, lying him flat on his back, her still firmly mounting his rock hard manhood.  The hand with the tissue hit the table, leaving a cum mark where the tissue grazed the table on his way to the floor.  He didn’t even notice his hand was hurt, he was in the moment.  She sat on his cock, not moving a muscle, not even the ones inside her.  She looked him deep in the eyes, biting her lip and scratching her nails down his chest. 

She began to quiver her pussy muscles around his cock, giving it a stroking from within her.  She could feel his excitement growing as he swirled his cock inside her.  She let out a little moan, digging her nails in a little deeper, drawing blood.  She began to twirl her hips as she sat with him buried inside her.  He wanted her to ride him so hard and fast, wanting to cum deep within her.

He raised his hands, touching her nipples, giving them a little tug, hoping to get her to ride him.  She leaned back on him, grabbing his thighs with her hands as he began bouncing her on him.  She leaned forward and began to ride him harder, she loved feeling him inside of her.  He took her breasts in his hands, feeling her warm flesh overflowing his large spanse.  He loved how she felt, soft and smooth against his roughness.

He tried to sit up, bringing their bodies closer together, but she shoved him back down, showing him who was in control.  He tried again and this time she held his hands to the floor, looking deep in his eyes, telling him without saying a word to leave them there.  He watched her, breasts bouncing with each thrust down on his manhood. 

He enjoyed watching her, enjoyed feeling her around him, enjoyed making love in the afternoon.  The setting sunlight shone through the windows, illuminating her face, the tiny beads of sweat covering her body.  This accentuated her every curve, highlighting her tiny frame and lushish breasts.  He couldn’t help but run his hands along her sides, feeling her muscles tighten as she grew closer to climax.

This time she let him bring his body closer to her as she wanted to feel him, digging her nails in his back as she reached her peak.  She slowed her pace as he held her tight.  He wasn’t through yet, he could go all night.  He let her have a few moments, then he lifted her off his still rock hard cock, setting her back on her knees. 

She leaned over the seat of the couch, attempting to stand, as he came from behind her, thrusting deep within her.  She pressed back against him as he grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other.  He pulled her to him swirling his cock deeply inside her.  She moaned loudly, as he slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out.  He wanted to toy with her a little.  He swirled again, tickling the edge of her pussy with his dick. 

He gave a short thrust forward before pulling back, making her think he was going deep within her.  She tried to force him into her, shoving herself backwards towards his waiting cock.  He pushed her forward, keeping just the tip of his manhood in her pussy.  She wanted him, “Give it to me, baby.”  He slowly rubbed both of her ass cheeks, loving the feel of her smooth flesh.  He then smacked her ass before he slammed his cock inside of her. 

She moaned, as he pumped her pussy, watching his cock going in and out of her tight twat.  He loved how tight she was, almost strangling his dick when she tightened around him as she was now, nearing climax again.  She muffled her screams in a pillow on the couch.  He gave her a gentle little smack on the ass.  He knew she couldn’t handle much more of him, she never could completely satisfy his, until today.

He pulled out of her and she sat on the couch, and as she leaned back, she grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him to her, his hard cock sliding up and tickling her clit.  He liked feeling her bare pussy against his cock, fucking her from the outside.  This excited him even more, knowing that she was still wanting more, knowing that she had never lasted this long with him.  He usually needed to finish on his own well after she had fallen asleep.

She let him free enough to slip the tip of his cock in her and she pulled him back to her.  He grabbed her hips, riding her as hard and fast as he could.  Damn he was turned on by her, her wanting him more, her demanding nature, she wasn’t usually like this.  He could feel his climax cumming on and so could she.  She stroked his cock from the inside as he pumped her harder. 

All of this was almost too much as he curled his toes, stifling a moan by biting his lip.  She screamed for the last time, grabbing him and bringing him close to her.  She wanted to feel his heart race as he came, knowing she was the reason it was this way.  He loved feeling her sweating, cool skin against his, her breasts rubbing against him, as their mixed juices flowed down coating his balls in a love cocktail. 

With himself still inside her, he picked her up off the couch and laid her on the soft carpet.  He laid next to her, his dwindling manhood still in her.  His spent cock fell out of her and she rolled over, putting her back to him, cuddling with him, the scent of her sweat heavy in her hair as she nuzzled her head against his chin.  He laid an arm around her waist feeling the tightness of her stomach. 

He reached his arm up to grab his beer from the table, taking the bottle to his lips, drinking the now warm flavors.  She reached back, taking the bottle from him, taking a drink then setting it on the table.  “I really need to get this mess cleaned up and make us something to eat.  I thought we could just finish off the pizza in the fridge,” she says as she rolls back over to face him.  “About that, I kinda had some when I came home.  How about this, I will cook you dinner.  You go and shower and when you get done I will have dinner ready.”  She looked at him stunned.  He never offered to make dinner and she was a little scared.

She hopped up from the floor and made her way down the hall.  He went to work in the kitchen.  She saw the messes and came back after he was in the kitchen to begin tidying up.  She grabbed a towel and the cleaner and set to work cleaning the mess she had made on the couch and the table getting rid of all the evidence of their afternoon romp. 

He heard her and peered his head around the corner.  He saw her tidying in her OCD fashion and decided to take action.  He took her towel out of her hand and she set the cleaner down on the table.  “Get in the shower,” he ordered her.  She went back down the hall and hopped in the shower.  He grabbed the phone and placed the order for Chinese at her favorite place. 

Realizing how much free time he was going to have, he went down the hall.  He opened the door to the bathroom quietly, hoping she wouldn’t hear him.  She watched her for a moment, the water running down her body, following her curves.  He could feel himself growing hard again.  He had time before the food would be there so he decided to make his move.

Slowly moving the shower door, he stepped into the shower with her, his cock now almost fully erect.  He poked her with his manhood to get her attention, and she turned to see him, now fully erect, standing in the shower with her.   “Do you need any help?” he asked her as she reached out and began stroking his dick.  “I could always use someone to wash me,” she said as he pulled her to him. 

The doorbell rings and he says, “Dinner’s here.  This will have to wait until later.  Now get out of the shower,” as he grabs a towel, drying himself quickly, running to the bedroom to get a pair of shorts, all the while attempting to stifle the rock hard cock so he could answer the door. 

She was frustrated.  She wanted him again but knew that right now it wasn’t going to happen.  She took the shower head into her hand, changing the setting to one more favorable for the actions she was about to do.  She loved her shower head, it always knew how to treat her, as she shook through her orgasm.  She loves this shower head.    

This story is dedicated to Miss G and Mr. H.  May you both find a lot of yourselves in this story and use it to pleasure each other again and again.

Home for the Night

Posted in Bi-sexuality, Forbidden Sex, Uncategorized, Work Erotica on May 29, 2008 by lolitajohnson

The DVD slid easily into the player.  Turning the T.V. on, the blue screen glowed in the dark.  Sitting down with a small bowl of popcorn and a glass of soda, I waited for the movie to begin playing.  Since no one was home, my parents were out of town and my brother was working late, I decided to wander around the house like I did at school, in my favorite tank top and underwear.  As the movie begins, I start munching on the popcorn, taking an occasional sip from my soda.

I hear a noise but disregard it until he calls out, “Anyone home?”  Before I have a chance to move, attempting to cover myself, he is standing in the room.  He is tall and slender, with spiked blonde hair, skin sun-kissed, a sign he spends a good amount of time outdoors.  I know I shouldn’t be looking at him that way but I can’t help it, my brother has hot friends.

I notice his eyes wondering across my bare legs and up to the party zone.  I spread my legs a little, allowing him to get a better look.  Watching him undress me with his eyes and fuck me turns me on a little and I close my legs drawing his attention back to what he was here for.  His mouth snapped shut as he realized I was watching him and the growing hump in his shorts.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  Where is everybody?  This is a good movie,” he says as he sits down in the chair opposite me.  He grabs a handful of popcorn and continues to watch the movie while snacking on my popcorn.  “Would you like me to make you something, popcorn perhaps?” I ask as he takes my bowl and finishes off the remaining crumbs.

“Sure, that would be great,” he says as he handed me the bowl.  Off to the kitchen I go to make another bowl of popcorn.  I can feel him watching me walk away so I give my hips a little extra shake as I leave the room.  Once in the kitchen I set to work making another bowl of popcorn in the air popper.  While the machine is warming up, I look through the freezer and find a pint of ice cream, half eaten in the last bout of stress eating.  Grabbing a spoon, I hop up on the counter and open the container, taking a bite. 

The popcorn starts popping and I take another bite of ice cream.  As the popcorn fills the bowl, I see him standing in the doorway.  “How long have you been watching me?” I ask as I take another spoonful of ice cream.  He begins crossing the floor without saying a word in response.  Now he is standing between my legs, hands on my thighs.  I set down the ice cream and unplug the popper.  He grabs my face as he presses himself to me.  I can feel his hunger growing between my thighs.  Rubbing his ever hardening cock against the thin cloth of my panties, I can feel how badly he wants me.

   I push him away before he can feel my panties moisten against the swelling of his cock.  He doesn’t take the hint and this time pushes hard at me kissing me forcefully.  The ice cream spills off the counter as I put my arms around his shoulders, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist.  He leans me back on the counter and my head hits the cabinet.  I rub my head as he apologizes.  The mood however isn’t lost. 

I pull him to me and kiss him, sliding my tongue between his parted lips.  He accepts my tongue play with a little of his own.  His cock was at full attention pushing my panties into my wet pussy, leaving a wet stain on the front of his shorts.  He took his hand down to help with the straining pain of his cock.  Pulling his rock hard cock from within his shorts, it smacked his chest as he attempted to completely free it from his shorts, pushing them down to below his balls.

He takes his hand and pushes aside my panties, exposing my dripping wet pussy.  He grabs his cock and goes to push into me when I take my hand down to my pussy, keeping him from entering.  He tries again and again he is denied by me.  He begins to stroke his cock with his hand as he watches me stick a finger in my pussy.  As I finger my clit he strokes himself even faster.  “Slow down, I don’t want you to finish before I do,” I whisper in his ear. 

I take my finger out of my pussy and hold it to his mouth.  He parts his lips, letting my finger slide between them.  He sucks my juices from my finger and I take my finger out of his mouth.  “Damn that tastes good.  I wanna eat you out,” he says as he, while still stroking himself, goes down on his knees in front of me.  He puts my feet over his shoulders, moves my panties out of the way and takes his tongue slowly up my pussy, from back to front, stopping just short of where my fingers are busy at work.  I begin to shake a little as I am overwhelmed by the gentleness of his tiny muscle.

Moving my fingers out of his way, he begins to nibble, stroke, and suck my clit with experience found only in a lover who had been doing this for years.  My hands clawed at the cabinet looking for something to grab hold of to keep me from falling from the countertop as I wiggled my pussy farther into his face.  He pushed back as his tongue worked its magic around the lips of my pussy.

After his wandering tongue make me climax spraying his face with cum, he stood, grabbing a paper towel and wiped his face.  Tossing the towel on the floor his arms wound around my waist, his hands locking together at the small of my back.  Lifting me off the counter, he propped me on top his cock and I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders.

He carried me into the entertainment room, his cock rubbing against my panties, making them moist from the juices flowing from my moist pussy.  He set me down gently on the sofa and ran his hands down the sides of my stomach and up under my shirt, taking it off over my head, stopping to fondle both breasts.  Running his hands back down my toned stomach grabbing hold of my panties, pulling them gently down my legs, leaving them hanging off my ankle.

I run my hands up under his shirt, feeling the cold metal in his nipples.  I was shocked but tried not to show it as I gave them a gentle little tug.  He moaned as his cock bounced to show his desire.  Continuing upward removing his shirt and throwing it to the side, he teased my nipples.  Using my toes, I removed his shorts, letting them hit the floor around his knees, my panties falling just inside them. 

He runs his hand down farther, reaching the small tuft of hair I have in the shape of a heart just above my lips.  He swirls his fingers around the outside of the heart and once he reaches the point he buries his fingers within my folds.  Moaning as his fingers set to work on my swollen clit, I reach down between my legs and find his rock hard cock and begin stroking it at the same pace he is flicking me.  A drop of precum lands on my hand as he grows ever more excited.

He moans and he works his fingers harder on my clit, occasionally running his finger down into the depths of my pussy, shoving a finger in rather hard, making me moan and scratch at the sofa with my free hand, giving his cock a hard jerk with my other. 

I can feel the excitement within me building to a climax as I begin to shove my pussy closer and closer to his cock, craving to feel him in me.  Showering his hand with my juices, I cum, shaking, moaning, and wanting his cock in me to finish me off, giving me both kinds of orgasm.    He begins to curl his toes as he too is nearing climax and just as he is about to cum, we hear a car pull into the drive.

Scared, knowing who’s car that is, he cums all over my stomach and the sofa.  We both scatter looking for our clothes, trying to dress before we are discovered.  He has almost completely dressed and I can’t find my panties as we hear the doorknob turn.  I run back to the sofa and hurriedly cover with a blanket, trying to put myself back together and we both attempt to disguise our flush faces and rapid breathing.

“Hi guys, what have you been up too?  I hope my sister entertained you while you waited for me.  I am sorry dude for being late. The boss was being an asshole…,” he said as he wandered upstairs to shower and change for whatever plans he had going on with his friend.  Leaning over the railing, he called, “I’ll be down as soon as I’m done with my shower.” 

We looked at each other and knew that if we were going to finish what we started we needed to hurry.  He flew across the room and landed at my feet, throwing the blanket aside, he took his semi-hard cock from within his shorts, slamming it into my wet pussy as fast as he could.  He pumped in and out of me not taking very long to return to his hard status and getting me excited as well.  He worked his magic as best he can, lasting until he hears the water shut off.

He knows it will only be a matter of moments before his best friend finds him fucking his sister so he slams in and out as fast as he can, bring himself to climax, spraying me with his hot cum yet again, just as the bathroom door opens.  He stands, pulling his shorts back up around his waist, shakes his spiky hair and calls out to his friend, “So where are we going tonight?” as he takes his leave, running up the stairs to my brother’s room. 

There I sit, cum all over my stomach, missing my panties, and still not finished.  I hate when guys do this to me.  Now I’m gonna have to wait until my brother and his friend leave to finish what his friend started.  I take a taste of the juices all over my belly, kind of sour, as I hear them coming back down the stairs.  I grab the blanket again and cover up, my brother not needing to see the half finished job his friend did. 

“Sis, do you smell that?” my brother asks as he comes into the room, finding me sitting on the sofa, a blanket covering my lap.  “It smells like sex in here.  Did you have over one of your men?  You better get that taken care of before mom and dad get back.  We wouldn’t want them to know that you aren’t really a virgin would we,” he said as his friend tried to cover up the fact that he was blushing.  “That’s right,” he said as a cover and the two of them left me alone, leaving for their evening out. 

With them gone, I needed to take care of this aching in my pussy.  I knew what would cure the pain so I headed upstairs to my own room.  Flinging the blanket into the washer, needing to get his cum off of it, I started washing on my way there.  Once in my room, I threw myself on the bed, naked from the waist down.  I decided I didn’t just want to be sort of naked so I took off the top and threw it into the hamper in the corner.

Reaching over into my nightstand, I pulled out my little address book.  While flipping through the pages, I picked up the phone and once the number was found, I dialed.  Placing the phone back onto it’s receiver moments later, sitting on the edge of the bed, frustration on my face.

I decided I wanted to shower, getting his scent off of me and cum off my stomach.  I stood there in the shower, water pouring down over my shoulders and between my breasts, trying to remember if I’d ever had a lover as bad as he was.  This got me to thinking about the best lover I had and I began, absent mindedly, running my hands over my body, giving my nipples a little tug, getting my juices flowing again.  I lathered up my hair and watching the foam roll down my curves. 

I don’t think I had ever been this turned on by my own body before.  I reached for the soap and lathered up my hands.  Running my sudsy hands over my hard nipples and down my stomach, reaching the tuft of hair, which earlier had stopped him from his descent, I lathered it up too, knowing he had made a mess everywhere.

The folds of my lips were still swollen keeping my clit almost hidden in them.  Washing everywhere, between every fold, I reached my clit.  Flicking my clit back and forth, I could feel myself cumming to climax again.  I knew I needed more than this but it would have to wait.  I rinsed off and shut the water off, grabbing my towel as I opened the door. 

I almost fell back into the shower as I saw the surprise waiting for me.  On the satin sheets, all muscles defined, soft skin glowing, hair done just so, was my gift for being a patient girl.  I dropped the towel, exposing my still wet skin, glistening from the droplets of water.  I ran my fingers down through my breasts, to my abdomen and on to my wet pussy.  “Do you like what you see?” I asked the figure lounging on the bed.  “I always like it when it’s wet,” they said as I walked to the edge of my bed, letting them run their fingers through my wet pussy hair.

“Get up here.  I need to get some of that,” they said as they patted the bed next to them.   I climbed up on the bed and laid back, knowing this was going to cure the itch I needed scratched.  Getting on their knees between my thighs, they went to work on my pussy, eating me like I was the best meal they had ever had.   

Reaching over into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, out comes one of my favorites, sure to do the trick.  Turning it on it vibrates as it is slammed into my pussy.  I claw and scratch at the satin sheets looking for a grip as I reach my first climax.  They know what they are doing and it shows.  While I shake gentle fingers toy with my clit, making me long for the close contact, skin to skin.  Another climax follows closely behind the first as the fingers expertly work my clit.

As the vibrator is still working on my pussy, they remove their own clothes, setting them neatly in a pile on the vanity.  I watch as I continue climaxing over and over again.  Climbing on the bed between my legs, they remove the vibrator, turning it off, setting it back in the drawer.  Sliding up between my thighs, they slide the hard cock into my pussy.  I love the feel of it, how big it is, how soft and gentle they are with it.  Thrusting, they bring me the satisfaction I was searching for in the boy lover. 

Rolling over, I ride their cock, bouncing up and down, bringing me another thrill.  As I climax, they roll me over and position me up on my knees and ride me from behind, as all great beasts do.  Biting at my shoulder, leaving marks, I can feel climax in us both.  This time there is a grand finish as we both shake and collapse into a sweating heap of flesh. 

As we lay side by side, they run their fingers through my hair, tenderly.  I run my fingers down their chest and around each hard nipple following behind it with my soft kisses.  Looking up into their eyes I say, “Thank you, sweetheart.  You were exactly what I needed,” giving their stomach a gentle scratch with the tips of my fingernails. 

“My pleasure, baby,” they say as they look into my eyes, letting me stroke the strap on once more before she takes it off.  Lying twisted in each other’s arms, we doze off in a sweet haze of lust. 

Work Release

Posted in Uncategorized, Voyeurism, Work Erotica on May 23, 2008 by lolitajohnson

Over the past few days I have been watching you, observing you, and getting to know your every move.  I have noticed how tense you get when you have your hand on your shaft, stroking it wildly, right before climax.  The tiny sweat beads which flow effortlessly down your back as you pound away on your manhood, spending hours making sure you are fully satisfied.  I have come to know what you like and how you like it, all by sitting here, you completely unaware.  You think of her tight, wet twat as you add more lubrication for your enjoyment. 

This time is different.  Today we both have plans to help you reach your fullest potential.  I will come out of hiding, satisfying every desire you could have with this stranger and her at your full disposal.  I hope you will make all of this secrecy worth my while. 

The soft leather executive’s chair turns easily as you sit down to send a message.  Your fingers are a little stiff from the chill of the outdoors so you rub your hands together in a feeble attempt to warm them.  “Damn, where is she?” you say out loud watching your computer screen.  She had promised you she would be online waiting for you so you could talk because she said she had something very important to say to you.  You are hoping she will be letting you know she has decided that online sex isn’t creepy.  Just thinking about it flushes your face and the front of your black dress pants begins to strain. 

You reach up and loosen the silk necktie which has a noose-like grip on your neck.  “She should have been on here by now,” you say to yourself.  You decide to give her a few more minutes so you take this opportunity to get some things you know you will need if she says yes to you.  As you gather the essentials you pass right by me and not notice me standing in the shadows.  You are so focused on her you fail to see me slip past you and to the chair in front of the computer.  I send her a message letting her know I am ready and erase any evidence that I used your messenger.  I leave the chair just as you step back into the hall.

You walk into the room and see the chair still spinning slightly.  The thought crosses your mind that someone is in here with you as you glance around the room but you dismiss it as part of your desire for her tight pussy wrapped around your rock hard cock.  This thought strains the fabric of your pants.  You just want to finger her clit until she screams but she said she couldn’t cum over.  This is what led to the suggestion of internet sex. 

You lay your wares on the desk next to the computer and hope this time she is on here.  You have resigned yourself to the fact that if she isn’t on here you will have to find another way of pleasuring yourself.  Maybe you’ll just visit one of those chat sites, pick some random woman like you have before, and you both enjoy an evening of watching each other pleasure yourselves as you discuss what you would be doing to each other if you we together in person.  

You reach up and loosen the tie again and this time I decide to speak up.  “Do you need any help with that?” I say as I walk across the floor in my bare feet.  You go to turn around and I stop you dead in your tracks.  You notice you have a message from her and I tell you to go ahead and read it. “Take off your tie and let her tie you to the chair.”  You do as she says as I slowly cross the floor of the room.   

Standing behind the chair, I lean over and whisper in your ear, “Trust me I’m not going to hurt you.”  I nibble on your ear and begin to work my way around your neck.  Reaching the first button on the long sleeve starch white shirt, I grab it between my teeth and give it a gentle tug, setting it free.  As I work my way from button to button down across your abdomen in the same fashion, we hear a loud dinging noise and you let out a quiet gasp.

She has invited us to join her in a video conversation.  “Go ahead and accept.  I think she’ll like this show,” I say as you lean forward and accept her invitation.  On the computer screen is her, sitting in a soft black leather chair with padded arms, her pale complexion accentuated by the darkness of the fabric.  She has blonde hair twisted in an up-do, green eyes like the grass on a summers day, and her lips are full and moist from the lashing her tongue gave it.  She is dress in a dress suit as she appears to have just gotten home from a long day at the office.  I bet no one would guess that she really worked as a stripper at a club on the Upper East Side.

Not to worry though she can see us too.  You in your white shirt undone to your waist, your dark complexion made darker by the brilliance of the shirt.  Your shoulder length wavy black hair is a mess from where you ran your fingers through it in frustration at her. 

She can also see me on her screen.   The site of my light complexion against the deep purple of my demi cup corset and matching thong, and knowing she can use us as she seem to find suitable to her liking have her hands wondering over every lovely curve of her tight body.   She can’t wait to see us in action.          

I take your tie and use it to hold one of your arms down, tying your left arm to the chair handle.  “You can use your free hand as you wish as long as you only touch yourself,” she smirks, knowing this will drive you mad as she can see by the big top in your pants that you want me very badly. 

With your shirt undone, I nibble down your chest and across your abdomen tickling your stomach with the gently touch of my lips.  Reaching the waistband of your pants, I undo the only button securing them around your waist.  I don’t use my fingers though, I use my teeth, leaving a lipstick mark on your trousers, a little souvenir to remember this time by.  Once the button is undone, I use my teeth to slowly unzip your pants.  You can hardly contain yourself as you reach for my hair.  “Don’t even think about it.  You can’t touch her, you can only touch yourself,” she says reading your mind as she always does. 

Instead of grabbing my hair like you wanted to you reach into your pants and take your manhood firmly in your hand, releasing it from its prison.  Looking up at the screen you see she has taken her shirt and bra off and is stroking her nipples with her fingers, making them erect.  You love her breasts, they are perky and perfectly round.  The first time you met her you thought they weren’t real but she showed you just how real they were that night, the night you fucked her in the back room at the club.  She was bent over trying to undo her stiletto when you walked in that night.  Her ass was right there and you made your move.  She said she had never been fucked like that before and you have been giving her rides every night since. 

In the background we can hear a buzzing noise.  She has pulled out her vibrator and she rubs it across her nipples.  “In the left drawer of the desk, there is one for you as well,” she tells me and I find the vibrator for me in the drawer.  “You will mirror everything I do and do nothing more unless you are directed.”  She takes the vibrator and runs it down the length of her stomach and I follow her precisely.  The vibrator tingles my skin, causing it to react.  While I enjoy the sensations of the vibrator you being stroking your rock hard cock, using your pre cum as a means to moisten it so it feels more like your fucking me.

“Get down on your knees in front of him, take his cock and gently kiss it. Then stroke alongside his hand at whatever pace he finds comfortable,” she demands and I do what she says.  The carpeting is soft on my knees as I am before you, taking your manhood in my hands, putting the tip to my lips, kissing it gently.  As I pull away a drop of cum stays with my lips as I begin to stroke you keeping your pace. 

Licking the droplet from my lips, your excitement can hardly be contained as you speed your pace and my hands follow.  “Suck his cock,” commanding from the sidelines.  You are watching her as she has taken her full sized vibrator from her drawer and put it to her lips.  I take you fully into my mouth and you tense, grabbing my hair in your fist. 

“I said not to touch her.  Let go of her,” she orders.  You release the grip you have on my hair, putting your hand back on the arm of the chair and she continues,” Faster, take him all the way in your mouth.  I don’t want to see a single inch of his cock.”  I do as she has ordered and can feel you trying to thrust yourself farther in.  I work my magic on your member and just as you begin to tense, a sure sign you’re about to cum, she demands that I stop.

As your cock falls from my lips a tiny spray of cum hits my cheek.  I look up at you as you stare at the screen, waiting for her next command, cock throbbing from it’s need of release.  She smirks as she watches your manhood throb away, swaying in an imaginary breeze. 

“Now I want you to rub your cock against her clit through her panties, do not enter her or this will all be over.”  I stand in front of you opening my legs so you can see how moist I already am at the thought of your member being anywhere near my pussy.  Straddling your legs, my arms around your shoulders, I begin to ride your lap as if you were in me yet your cock never enters my pussy.  I can feel you adding to my moistness and this excites me. 

“Untie his arm now, I want his hands free.”  I do as I am ordered, untying your arm, releasing it from its bind.  “Take a taste, and tell me what she tastes like.”  She takes her own fingers and tastes her sweet juices as you sample mine.  You can feel my pulsing clit through the wet material between my thighs.  You want to do more and go farther but you know she is waiting for your answer.  “Sweetness, like drinking rosewater,” you answer her before she grows angry.

“Get off him and remove your panties,” she said showing that she felt your touch was a little long.  I stood there in front of you, facing the screen, my ass at the level of your face.  This is the first time I’ve seen her since we began and looking into her eyes I can see she is enjoying watching us, ordering us to do her sexual bidding.  I loop my fingers around the thin straps that support my thong across my hips and slowly, almost teasingly, I bend over in front of you, my ass and bare pussy in your face. 

“Stop right there,” she says to me, my ass and dripping wetness in your face, hands at my ankles.  “Eat her out, slowly,” she demands.  You lean forward in the chair and I can feel your warm breath on my flesh.  

“You can touch her.”  With these simple words your grab my hips and I hear you take a deep breath.  Your fingers find their way through the folds as you spread them apart looking into my pussy, seeing my clit, throbbing in its own juices. 

Your tongue, soft yet rough, tickles my clit, exciting me.  I push myself back into your face, wanting to fuck every inch of your face, your tongue penetrating deeply into my pussy.  I let out a loud moan as you lap at every inch you can reach, flicking and rubbing until the first wave of climax cums crashing onto your face.  She can see the juices shining on your face when you come up for air.  “Stop, now,” she orders, angry, seeing that we are enjoying ourselves too much without her. 

“Kneel in front of him again, and you stand.  This is your chance, so take it.  Fuck her tits, I know you’ve wanted to since the moment you first laid eyes on her.”  You do as she commands, unhooking my corset, grabbing my boobs and giving them a squeeze, push them together, nipples hard as rocks in the palms of your hands. 

You grab the lube from off the desk and squeeze the strawberry smelling lube on my chest.  “Mmmm, strawberry is my favorite,” I say as you push your cock between the mounds of flesh.  You love the feel of using my boobs as a pussy, growing even more excited as your ride them harder and squeeze them tighter.  “I’m going to cum,” you say out loud and she doesn’t stop you.  You cum, sending your juices all over my face, neck and boobs, coating them in glistening goodness, and making a mess of my corset.

 “Clean that up, lick yourself clean,” she orders me and I do as she says.  I let my corset fall from my shoulders, landing on my calves.  “How does he taste?” she wants to know.  As my hand wipes my face clean, I lick my hand and I continue gathering up your moistness until my mouth is full.  I take your juices, swish them around in my mouth as if they were a fine wine and say, “He tastes wonderful.  I would love it if I could have more.”  You hand me a moist towel to clean up what is left.  I notice you are still hard after all of the excitement and release.  I can’t wait to take you, lover.

“You will have your chance later. I want you to turn around and ride him, cowboy style.”  I turn and spread my legs, for the first time you have seen the small patch of hair that frames my pussy lips.  The hair is damp from all the excitement and as I take my position over your legs, I let it brush against your leg, leaving a trail of wetness.  You can’t help but grow in excitement as you anticipate that same moistness engulfing your rock hard cock.  

The tip of your cock brushes my juices as its tip enters my folds.  I tease as I refuse to go any farther down on you.  We both look up at the screen and she has taken her purple vibrator and has rammed it in her twat.  She is now moaning wildly as she uses the vibrator in one hand and with the other is fondling and tugging on her nipples.  This excites both of us as I slam down on your cock, taking all of you in.  I begin bouncing up and down changing pace every few strokes to keep you excited and guessing. 

You take your nails and run them down my back, breaking my skin, causing me to bleed.  Craving the taste of my blood, you lap up the tiny droplets from my back.  Needing more, you lean me back and have me take a bite of the back of my neck.  You feel me moistening further, seeing that I like the way that makes me feel.

Still bouncing on your member, I reach my point of climax, grasping your cock from the inside, and screaming out your name at the same time she has reached her climax and called out your name.  She covers her hand with her juices and this gets you excited.  You begin shoving me down on your cock as hard as you can, enjoying the screams that erupt from me with every pounding. 

You are almost to the point of climax and scream out, “Ohhh, God, I’m going to cum.”  Knowing that she will be angry with you if you make your deposit within me, you pull out of my tight pussy and shove me from your lap.  I hit the floor on my knees as you jump up out of the chair. 

In one swift moment, you grab the back of my hair and force your cock into my mouth, just in time.  As your cock hits my throat you burst, sending the first wave down my throat.  I pull back a little as the second wave shoots into my mouth.  You stroke my hair as you continue to have smaller eruptions until you have relinquished every drop. 

After you have finished, I fondle your spent balls as I gently bob on your member until every drop of cum is cleaned from your cock.  “Get dressed and get out,” she said as she was getting dress herself.  You sat there watching me dress, hooking my corset and finding the rest of the clothes I had left in the closet. 

The next time we looked at the screen, she was gone.  You knew that it was only a matter of time before she was here so you began helping me dress.  My skirt, which barely covered my ass, was not pulled all the way down, showing my missing piece of clothes.  “Where is your thong?” you said looking around the room for the tiny piece of fabric that normally covered my pussy, now dripping with my juices.  “I want you to have them, as a reminder of our time together.  Smell them whenever you want to think of me,” I said as I reached the door to the room.  I hurried through the house, reaching the front door as I was finishing putting myself back together, you following close behind me.

Just as I reached for the doorknob you grabbed my wrist, tugging me to you.  “I will.  When can I see you again?” you ask as you hold me close.  “Only in your dreams,” I respond as I wiggle free of your grip, kissing you on the cheek before I disappear through the open doorway. 

You take the panties from your pocket, where you placed them after I said you could keep them, and put them to your nose.  Taking a deep whiff, you grow hard again and retreat to the computer room to relive the past on the video you made without me noticing.  “I will remember you always,” you say to yourself as you watch us over again, stroking your member with my satin thong.


This post is dedicated to Mr. S. Here’s to all the good times we have had and the good times yet to cum.