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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.