I know it’s your day but I want to unwrap you. I want to peel away every item that’s keeping me from…
….that skin. That milk chocolate that melts in my mouth. Sweet. Delicious.
I want to intertwine my fingers with yours and look into your eyes and let you know when…
…I’m ready. That mouth that speaks nothing but sweetness, talking about “princess” and “baby” but you know I ain’t nobody’s princess. Take me from this kingdom though….
….take me anywhere.
It’s your birthday. Feel free to take me anywhere. Take this love I give you, do with it as you please.
I’ll make you remember today, make you wish every day was your birthday. I’ll blow at your ear the way I do and lick your navel like you like me to. Heh. You got me rhyming.
Lets celebrate. Let me unwrap you. And then…
…you can unwrap me too.
Happy birthday Michael.
Five years. We met for the first time right after your birthday; I wanting to make up for lost time, you wanting to stop time. Nothing’s changed since then aside from stronger feelings and happier hearts. And you? You make this heart smile. From the moment you pulled at my coat collar to kiss me, lips quivering in anticipation, hearts pounding, you had me.
I want to celebrate. Unwrap me now…
It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside for lunch today. I like Master Damian. He makes me feel nice most times.
Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I know it’s the Master’s doing but she’s nice to me. I enjoy the way she kisses me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Damian watches.
Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.
I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.
I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.
I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting him? And a guest?
He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.
“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.
Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.
He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he fumbles with his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.
There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now.
He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness building and I’m wishing I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…
“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up next.
“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.
He fills my pussy up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock my pussy gets. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.
He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.
I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…
Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…
Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness since that first night.
Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”
“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”
Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.
“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”
I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Eaperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.
I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….
I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things have gone awry.
I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood and notice a shadow by the doorway and look up to lock eyes with the most amazing set of green eyes I’ve ever seen on a person. I can’t help but stare.
Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.
“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers.
Damian and the new man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.
Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy and sun-kissed. His white polo are snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is light brown and falls slightly over his forehead. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.
I am immediately smitten.
And something tells me Master will be upset…
Logan flirted wildly as they dined together. She felt so comfortable around him. She discovered that Tyler was a country boy who had moved to the next town over a few years ago on a job promotion. He was also polite, charming and very attentive, intently watching her lips move when she spoke. She was having such a good time that she actually felt a tinge of disappointment when he asked to use the phone to call his family.
When he excused himself and went into the living room to use the phone she started clearing the table to make room for dessert, hoping he had time to have a slice of her pie. She was really enjoying his company. As she moved about the kitchen she found herself thinking about his mouth and imagining how soft those lips would feel on hers. She wondered how his hands, which she had closely examined each time he lifted his fork to his lips, would feel as they gripped her behind. “Oh Logan, you’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” She turned toward the sound of his voice and was slightly taken aback by how close he was to her.
“Oh, it was nothing,” she said quietly, admiring his gorgeous eyes once more.
“So? Did you get through to your family?”
“I sure did. It seems the roads are closed all the way around town. I’ll have to make my way over to the nearest motel and wait ‘til the plows clean up the snow in the morning so I can get my truck towed.”
He glanced out her window at the snowflakes swirling violently through the air. “It’s real cold outside.”
She fought the feeling to ask him to stay over. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Still, he could easily sleep on the couch; but the way he was looking at her…
“Well, there’s no rush then, right? How about we have another drink and you can taste some of my apple pie before you trek back out there to face the storm?” she said sweetly.
“I’d like that, Logan,” he smiled and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek.
“Good.” She leaned into his hand, letting him cup her face.
“You’ve been quite the hostess. Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home and feeding me.” He ran his finger along her bottom lip.
“You’re a beautiful woman and it’s taken every ounce of my control not to grab you and do some very dirty things to you”. Dear God. Logan felt her pulse quicken.
“What if I want you to lose control?”, she whispered. ”What if I were to tell you I’d like to know just what kind of things you’re talking about?” He stepped towards her and pinned her body against the kitchen counter.
“It starts with your mouth. I’ve been imagining what your mouth tastes like and how it would feel against my skin. I want to feel your tongue on my neck, down on my chest.”
He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, startling and exciting her at the same time, and with the other, he reached down below her waist and cupped her bottom.
“I’ve imagined my hands on your body, caressing your breasts, your back and this fine ass here.” His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them firmly. Then Logan was off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms encircling his neck, and her lips only inches from his.
He carried her into the living room. “I envisioned carrying you to your living room floor and removing every last bit of clothing from your body. I want to see your skin glowing in the firelight. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes shine in the darkness of the room.”
Logan pressed her body into his and inhaled his scent, feeling heady at all the feelings being reawakened inside her. He lay her gently down on the rug in front of the fire and resting his chest against hers, Tyler studied her face, passion and lust evident in his eyes.
“Logan, are you sure you want me here? Are you certain you want this?” She swallowed hard.
“Yes Tyler. I’m positive”. He kissed her, his soft, full mouth pressing against hers. She wanted desperately to feel all of him. She parted her lips and he took the invitation, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth, as he kissed her deeply. Logan could feel the length of his growing shaft in between her legs. She hadn’t felt the hardness of a man in a long while. She wanted more.
Logan parted her legs, inviting him in.
“Tyler”, she spoke breathlessly. ”I want to feel you inside me.”
Tyler began to unbutton her blouse revealing the soft pink of her lace bra. She arched her back as he kissed the newly exposed skin. He turned her over onto her belly, unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it over her full hips. She heard him take in a sharp breath of air when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. His tongue followed his hands down her back to her buttocks, where he bit her gently. Logan groaned loudly and then she turned around to face him. She sat up, her hands working feverishly to remove his shirt. As she slid his dress shirt off his shoulders, he unbuckled his belt. She quickly unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. She watched him watching her as she eased his rigid cock out of his underpants with both hands. Tyler parted Logan’s legs and slid his length deep inside her. Logan closed her eyes and cried out, surges of pain and pleasure running through her body. She coiled her arms around his back, pressing him further into her. She opened her eyes to gaze into his, and saw the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in his eyes. She rocked her body in time with his and wrapped her legs around his waist to driving his cock deeper inside her.
“Oh Logan baby, you feel so sweet, so good,” he moaned between ragged, shallow breaths. He bent his head to kiss her again as he began moving faster inside her. Logan bucked harder beneath him, thrusting her body up to meet his demands.
“Tyler, she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She was getting close and she sensed that Tyler was too.
“Oh baby girl,” he growled into her ear, his whole body tensing as he continued to pound himself into her.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, Tyler. Don’t stop,” she shrieked as her orgasm tore through her, tremors exploding through her body and down into her legs.
Minutes later they lay in each other’s arms in front of the fireplace, both their bodies glistening with sweat. Tyler looked up at the grandfather clock next to the fireplace as it struck midnight, and then turned to gaze into Logan’s eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Logan. Thank you for one of the best Christmases I’ve had in a long time.”
“And to think we wouldn’t have met if your truck hadn’t broken down on my street,” Logan kissed his lips softly. “Merry Christmas to you, Tyler.”
Logan curled her legs up under her butt and pulled the blanket over her body, glad she’d turned on the fireplace. It was nasty out; the wind was blowing the sleet and snow against her living room window. Oh, Santa’s going to have a tough time out there tonight!
She smiled when she realized that she was actually happy that her flight back home was canceled. She’d secretly wanted to spend Christmas alone this year, especially since her bitter breakup with that asshole. She pushed the thought away. “It’s about me tonight”, she said aloud. She was going to have a great Christmas without him. After all she had an absurdly over-sized roast in the oven and the apple pie she’d prepared from scratch was ready for baking. She reached for her snifter, took a sip of the generous amount of dark liquor she’d poured herself, and instantly felt the burn run through her. Logan closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch, savouring the moment.
The high winds of the storm outside rattled the glass in the window, and Logan got up to look outside, just in time to see a pair of headlights slowly snaking down her street. She watched intently as the large vehicle slowed down and came to a halt. Oh dear. Someone’s stuck. She waited to see if there was any movement from the truck. A few seconds passed and its headlights went off as the driver’s side door opened. Her inquisitiveness took over and she continued to watch as a figure stepped out of the vehicle.
It was a man, a very tall man. He struggled to shut the door of the truck as the harsh winds of the blizzard blustered around him, while trying unsuccessfully to keep the scarf around his neck. She couldn’t make out his face, but her eyes stayed on him as he began walking up the street.
“I hope he gets to his destination safely,” she said to herself as she turned away from the window and headed into the kitchen.
The wind howled again, louder and this time the whole house seemed to shake. Her mind immediately went back to the man stranded outside in the cold. She removed her roast from the oven and just as she was replacing it with her apple pie, she heard a knock at her door.
When she answered the door, cracking it ever so slightly in an effort to keep the cold out, the force of the wind pushed it wide open, bringing a blast of cold air with it. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, her hands rubbing her arms, as she looked up into the face of the man she’d been watching through her window just moments before.
“Good evening ma’am. I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve but I’ve run into some trouble.”
He spoke with a slight drawl and she could have sworn she saw the corners of his full lips turn up slightly as he spoke. His complexion was dark, more than a few shades darker than her own caramel skin tones, and his eyes were light, almost hazel. In a word he was handsome, incredibly so. He was clad in a long black overcoat and a toque, with the scarf that she had seen him struggling with earlier still hanging loosely around his neck. She stood there dumbstruck and motionless for a few seconds before realizing that she was staring.
He looked down at his feet shyly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you or nothin’. I’m s’posed to meet some family about 30 miles from here but my truck didn’t make it and my cell is outta juice.”
“Well…uhhmm…come in,” she stammered, moving aside to make space for him in her tiny front hall. “It’s bitterly cold out there. I’ll let you use my phone.”
His arm brushed against hers as he tried to squeeze inside, and she felt her face flush. She closed the door and leaned her back against it, admiring the view of his back. Wow.
He turned to look at her and she felt a warmth exuding from him. His eyes trailed down her body to her ample hips and then back up to her face. He lingered at her mouth and again she noticed the beginnings of a smirk.
“I’m Logan,” she said, offering him her hand.
He removed his toque. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Name’s Tyler. Tyler Smith.” He took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, his eyes meeting hers before he bowed his head to kiss it. Again, that warmth.
“It smells delicious in here,” he said, without releasing her hand.
“Well I just took my roast out of the oven, and put my apple pie in,” she replied, smiling.
He smiled back at her broadly, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
As she took in his smile, Logan felt a sense of peace and…something else she couldn’t put her finger on. Here she was standing in front of a beautiful stranger, who spoke with a drawl and had all the charm of a southern gentleman. The fireplace was casting a warm glow in the room, the wonderful scent of herbs and spices were wafting throughout the house and it was Christmas Eve. Maybe this will be a merry Christmas after all. She caught herself staring at him again and quickly said, “I’ll get my phone so you can call your family. Would you like sit for a while and have a drink?” The words had escaped her lips before she’d even thought about asking them.
“That’s quite hospitable of you ma’am, but I don’t want to impose. So, I’ll just take that drink, make my call and then just wait for the tow truck in my car.”
Logan laughed. “Have you seen it out there? It’s freezing outside. I can’t let you wait in your car. You can wait as long as you have to in here, where it’s warm. In fact why don’t you stay and have dinner with me? My roast is more than big enough for two.” Damn. Did I really just ask this man to stay for dinner?
Tyler looked at her, as if trying to assess if she really meant what she had just said. “Well, Logan,” he spoke slowly, as he carefully removed his coat, “You’re in luck because where I come from they say you should never let a pretty lady have dinner alone…especially not on Christmas Eve.”
Logan grinned at him and took his coat. He followed her into the living room where she poured him some cognac. “There you go. Something to make you warm,” she said, handing him the glass. When he took the glass from her, his long fingers grazed hers, sending a shiver of yearning through her entire body.
“You know what, Logan? As delightful as I know this cognac is going to be, I don’t need it for warmth. The cold left my body the minute I saw your pretty face.”
Thank you, Santa! Logan smiled mischievously, as she picked up her glass and raised it to his. “Well then, here’s to an enjoyable evening with a new-found friend.”
To be continued…
“Let me come inside, I’ll keep you satisfied tonight. If you want me, if you need me, turn down all the lights, I’ll make you feel alright, tonight…..come inside”.
I looked down at the time on my phone, realizing he’d be arriving in minutes. A slight throbbing in between my legs. I stood up. I sat back down. I didn’t want to seem eager. But that was an understatement. We’d talked about our first “meeting” for months. And finally, the day had arrived. I took a deep breath of the Austin air, trying to calm my anxieties.
A black Lexus rolled up and I knew in an instant it was him. He stepped out of his car and walked over to me, a slight smile on his perfect mouth. His eyes were warm, sensual. And his teeth were perfect. I swear I almost purred.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person”, he said in his low voice. I was tongue tied.
He threw my bag in the back of the car and opened the passenger door for me. I slid into the seat. Fuck him and his fucking southern charm. I knew I was going to be in trouble.
I had to look at him. I wanted to stare as he drove away from the airport. I glanced at his arms, his hands gripping the wheel. Damn. Many a night I’d pictured these same hands on my ass, my breasts, my back. I sighed.
He chuckled and looked over at me. “What is it?”, he asked. “I want to kiss you”, I replied. He smiled and said, “You want to kiss me? Of course you can kiss me”. I leaned over and kissed him passionately. Instantly he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in deeper. Oh yes. This connection was for real.
I pulled away and licked my lips. “You look like you need a drink”, he said. I nodded.
He took me to a quaint little Mexican restaurant where we sipped on margaritas. The alcohol removed any anxiety I had left in my gut and was making my body respond the way I wanted it to. My body needed attention. It was time to go.
On our way out of the restaurant, he picked a single pink rose out of a vase and handed it to me. I looked at him, pure lust in my eyes. He understood.
As we made our way down the freeway, I reached over and felt in between his legs. He adjusted his seating, allowing me more access. I unzipped his pants and put his full, hard dick in my mouth. His response was gratification for my soul.
I sucked him as hard as I could, wanting frantically to have him come in my mouth. He pulled away slightly, trying to concentrate on his driving. “You need to pull over somewhere”, I said, trailing kisses on his face, his ear, his neck. “I can’t wait any longer”.
He pulled into a parking deck and got out of the car. I wasn’t expecting what he did next.
He came around and pulled me out of the car. Within seconds, my pants were bunched around my ankles and he had me bent over, my head on the passenger seat, my ass cocked up to meet him. One hand was in my hair, the other on my ass. “You ready?”, he asked. “You ready for some of this dick baby girl?” My response was the moaning from deep in my throat.
In one swift movement, he dug into me, filling me with all his goodness. We groaned in unison, my body moving away from the pain yet wanting fulfillment. My God. “Isn’t this what you came for?”, he asked. “Isn’t this what you want? Take it. Take it all”.
I wanted him. I wanted him in every pore of my body. I wanted to inhale him, swallow him, take as much of him as I possibly could.
He pulled away and dropped to his knees. My mind reeled…..there was no way, he couldn’t do this here, he wouldn’t dare, no way, we were out in broad daylight, oh God, no……
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He spread my legs open wider and settled his face in between my cheeks. Fuck. His tongue. I couldn’t control the sounds of passion from my mouth. His mouth sucked and licked and played with my clit until I couldn’t take him anymore. He rolled the tip of his tongue around my clit, painstakingly slow. I couldn’t bear this pleasure. If he continued a second longer, I was sure to come. I begged for him to stop. The more I moaned, the deeper his tongue probed. I felt the waves overcome me but I didn’t want to come this way. “Baby please”, I said. “You need to fuck me. I need you inside”.
He stood up again, his hard, shiny length just inches away from my pussy. I wanted so much to have him back in my mouth, to tease him and stroke him and have him down my throat.
“I’m going to fuck you the way I promised I would fuck you all these months”, he whispered, a serious tone in his voice.
“Fuck me then”, I replied breathlessly.
He took my hands together and placed them on my back, pressing my body further down in order to take him in. I gasped as he rammed into me, his body slamming against mine. I struggled to move my hands but he held on tight with one hand while he pushed my hair away from my face with the other. “Look at me”, he said. “I want to see your pretty face while I come”.
He moved slowly inside me, rhythmically with every thrust. “Push back”, he said. “Push that pussy back on me baby”.
He was hitting my spot just right. My pussy started its throbbing, the pulsing muscles indicating my intimate pleasure. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream out his name and I wanted to scratch his back and grab his arms and take him all the way inside. But I couldn’t. I had no other choice but to take his pounding the way he was giving it. He had me under control. Fuck.
He closed his eyes in obvious pleasure and put his head up to the sky. “Look at me”, I said. “Watch me. I’m going to come”.
I licked my lips and pushed my ass back harder against him. His strokes got faster and deeper, harder and deeper, faster and harder.
“Baby”, I moaned, my eyes never leaving his. “Baby, feel it. Feel that pussy baby. It’s all yours”, I moaned.
“Fuck woman”, he moaned, “You’re driving me crazy”, he said. “Take it, take it all, take this dick ma”.
And then, right then, right there, in the bright light of day, in a parking deck somewhere off the freeway in Austin, I felt his warm, sweet liquid gush inside me.
And I smiled.
I think I’m back. I think I’m ready to get back.
I’ve been through a rough patch of bullshit lately but I’m just about ready to unleash Savannah again.
This is just a little note of appreciation to all of you who have messaged, emailed, text and DM’d my ass with all your concern, love and support. I love you. And Savannah loves you more.
Be on the lookout for new material in the coming weeks.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the hotel room, anticipation in my veins. The pretty older lady sat next to me, her hand on my knee and a glint in her eyes. I could tell this wasn’t her first time.
Despite it being mine, I wasn’t nervous. I kept thinking back to the scene in the pool when my sexy lover took me from behind. Dammit. I still didn’t know his name.
The husband laid on the king-size bed beside me, his arms folded behind his head, his eyes fixed on me. The bulge in his swim shorts was still very apparent.
My lover sat in the chair in front of me, his eyes fixated on the older lady. I felt a tinge of…..something. I shrugged it off, knowing any feelings involved would ruin this moment.
I was still wet from the pool and my lover’s lovemaking and excused myself to the washroom.
“Let me come with you”, said the husband as he quickly arose to his feet. Excitement ran through my body yet again, a smile creeping on my lips. I looked over my shoulder at my lover who winked at me.
The husband didn’t wait until we reached the washroom. He slid his arms around me and cupped my breasts, pushing my swimsuit top away. I bent over to feel his bulge against my ass and he sighed out loud.
I turned the shower on and stepped in, removing my swimsuit bottom slowly over my hips. The husband did the same, revealing a wonderfully smooth hard shaft. My lips parted instinctively and I motioned for him to step into the bathtub with me.
The warm water ran over my body and the husband’s hands followed. He was rough and demanding and attentive. He didn’t leave one inch of my body untouched. I bent over again, this time holding onto the faucet for support and with no hesitation, he pushed his hard cock inside my warm, wet pussy. I cried out in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his length inside my walls.
I turned my head around my shoulder to find my lover standing naked at the doorway, watching the husband fuck me from behind. I smiled, an inexplicable feeling of naughty all over me. This was more pleasure than I could possibly handle.
My lover walked over to the tub, grabbed my head and rammed his heavy cock into my mouth. I moaned against him, making sure he felt the vibrations from my throat.
The wife appeared and walked over to my lover. She too was naked, her breasts perky and nipples hard. I almost wanted to lick them…
She tongue kissed my lover elaborately and slowly. She sucked on his tongue as I sucked on his cock and her husband fucked me from behind. My lover reached in between her legs and pushed two fingers into her. She moaned a soft moan and continued kissing him as her husband watched.
My lover pulled his cock away from my mouth and took me by the hands, guiding me back into the bedroom. I was dripping wet, but we ignored it. The husband and wife followed close behind. I looked at my lover and remembered his kisses from the pool and immediately wanted his mouth on mine. I turned around and threw my arms around his shoulders and looked him deep in his eyes before I welcomed his tongue in my mouth. He was passionate and sexy and the thought of sharing him with the wife…
…I pushed the thought away from my head and enjoyed his mouth.
I felt the wife behind me, her hands around my waist. She trailed kisses down my back and I arched at the sensation. Her husband stood behind her fondling her breasts. My lover stopped kissing me and took her nipple into his mouth. I turned around to face her. I wanted to watch my lover please her.
I stepped aside and watched as she grabbed the back of my lover’s head and pressed him into her chest. She threw her pretty head back and I got the sudden urge to kiss her.
I’d never kissed a woman before but these emotions and feelings were driving me over the brink of sexual madness. I wanted my selfish pleasure in every way.
I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and moist and I wanted more. My lover and her husband stood and watched as I put my hands on her breasts and massaged them gently. She moaned again and stepped closer to me. She put her hands on my ass and pulled me roughly towards her. I kissed her deep this time, enjoying her small tongue in my mouth.
We fell onto the bed, still kissing and touching and grabbing, our lovers watching nearby. She moved in between my legs and spread them, her eyes on me. I pushed up on my elbows, wanting to take in as much of her body as I could. I motioned for my lover to kiss me but he stood there, looking down at me, unmoving. Instead her husband got on the bed and straddled my face. He looked at me, wanting reassurance to continue. “Yes”, I pleaded. “Give me everything”.
Just then the wife delved deep into my pussy, her small tongue working magic on my clit. I grabbed the bed sheets and groaned out loud, wanting desperately to get fucked again by my lover. The husband pushed his dick into my mouth and it was his turn to moan.
My lover leaned over the bed and whispered in my ear, “Do you like this?” he asked. “Do you think you could take much more of this?” I couldn’t answer him but instead sucked the husband’s dick hungrily, not bothering to disguise the wonton look on my face and my desire to get fucked. I wanted the wife’s mouth and her husband’s dick in my pussy.
I wanted it all. I writhed against her mouth and grabbed the husband’s ass and pulled him further into my mouth all the while, watching my lover.
He was smiling that wicked sexy smile of his when he said, “Si mi amor. You’ll get it all”.
I stretched my legs out on the poolside chair, enjoying the blissfulness surrounding my body and mind. The sun was shining bright directly above me, warming every inch of me. Every inch. My mind wandered…
I imagined long, strong fingers oiling my back and my skin responded. Despite the heat, I had goose bumps. I ran my hands lightly over my chest, feeling the hardness of my nipples through my bikini top.
I opened my eyes and sat up and reached for my drink. I’d only end up feeling hotter if I continued with these thoughts. I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked around the pool area. It was quiet. A middle-aged couple lounged to my left, another couple was sitting at the swim-up bar, laughing and chatting amicably, an older man was talking to the bartender and his partner was sitting nearby at the patio table, reading her book. There was no one in the pool.
I walked over to the pool and stepped on the first step. The water was cool on my toes, sending a jolt of shivers up my body. I debated diving in but opted instead to sit at the edge and let the coolness overcome me gradually.
I sat back on my arms and closed my eyes again and lifted my face up to the sun. I heard the creak of the wooden steps leading into the pool area. Someone had walked in. I heard a male voice greeting the bartender in Spanish. His voice was low, barely audible.
There was movement in the water. Hmmm, I thought, no splashing came my way. This man had a clean dive. I listened as he swam one length of the pool and then another, pausing to take a breath at either side. I tried to imagine him in my head, tried to picture his face, but all I could see in my imagination was arms. I sighed out loud, almost embarrassed at making a sound in this serenity. I listened again and didn’t hear any water movement. I wanted so desperately to peek through one eye and sneak a look at this man but this mystery going in my head was just too delicious.
He was swimming again, reaching the sides faster this time. His breaths were shorter and more frequent. Dammit. Strong arms no doubt. I counted as he swam three, four, five pool lengths and then a deep intake of air and heavy breathing. And then stillness. Jesus. The silence was killing me.
I opened one eye and immediately had to open the other to focus my gaze on him.
How do I describe him without sounding melodramatic? The colour of his skin was a dark tan, like he’d spent many a day at the beach. It was smooth, almost tight and porcelain-like. And the arms? My imagination didn’t compare to these arms and shoulders standing several feet across from me. I looked at his face and almost got lost in his liquid-center dark eyes. He had a wide mouth, his lips were slightly parted and water was dripping from his thick head of hair onto his face.
He had bad written all over him. And I wanted to know his badness.
“Que miras?”, he spoke in Spanish. And he was speaking to me.
“I don’t speak Spanish”, I said.
“Lo entiendes”. It was a statement, not a question.
“Si”, I replied coolly. ”I understand”.
“Que miras?” he asked again.
“You. I’m looking at you”. My heart was already racing.
“Do you speak English?” I asked, realizing I just answered his question with a question.
“No importa. Me gusta lo que veo y estamos comunicandonos bien. Dime que te gusta de mi”.
“Your eyes. I can’t read them. And I’m good at reading eyes. There’s an aura about you. Something tells me I shouldn’t be talking to you”.
He threw his beautiful head back and laughed, causing the middle-aged couple to look over. I smiled a nervous smile.
“Ven aca mami”, he said quietly.
I swallowed hard. I got instant butterflies and there was a rollercoaster tingle in between my legs. I was still sitting at the edge of the pool, swinging my legs in the water. I jumped in, trying as hard as I could to be casual.
I saw a smile curve on his lips as he watched my body descend into the water. He was amused and the butterflies fluttered even quicker. He was making me nervous.
I walked over slowly, fully aware that his eyes were on me but I averted his gaze, wanting desperately to show him how strong I could be. I felt like he could see right through me. And at that moment, I was oozing with softness.
I approached him. He reached for my hands and quickly pulled me towards him, immersing my body in the cool water. I gasped and instinctively pulled away from his hands. I stood up defiantly in the water, trying to regain some composure but I knew I was failing horribly. He reached out again but this time he grazed the back of his hand on my hard nipple.
“Esto me encanta”, he whispered. I didn’t move. I wanted his hands on me, aware that my nipples were erect and fully attentive to his touch, wanting more.
“Como te llamas?”, he asked.
“Does it matter?”, I replied, immediately regretting my answer with a question, yet again.
“Quiero saber como llamarte cuando este gimiendo tu nombre, mami”.
“And what makes you think you’ll…..?” I trailed off, unable to complete my question.
He took a step towards me and bent his head into my ear. “Mmmmm, mami, si mami, damelo, asi mismo”, he moaned, mimicking fake lovemaking into my ear. I pulled away, trying to shake this desire building in my bones.
He tightened his grip on my arms, his eyes dark and brooding, warning me not to move. He pulled me closer to his body. He reached underwater and put his hands on my ass.
With one swift movement, he pushed my bikini bottom to the side and slid his middle finger inside me. I drew in a breath of air, feeling a mix of emotions at this man’s dauntless ways, excitement and fear both running through my veins, the appetite building in between my legs.
“Tu cuerpo esta frio”, he breathed into my hair and dug his finger deeper into me. “Tus entrañas estan ardiente senorita”.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. He didn’t flinch.
“Do you want it?”, I asked, scratching my nails down his back. The fervor in my body had overcome the fear I was feeling just seconds earlier. Something had to be done about it.
“Lo quiero. Y lo hare mio”, he replied in a hushed tone.
He pulled at my bottom with one hand and kept the other on my ass, as if securing my position. I had the feeling that if I tried to pull away, he would have been forceful. This excited me even further.
He pulled my swimsuit bottom completely off and I felt him move underwater. I knew what he was doing. I looked around anxiously, making sure no one was watching. Everyone was absorbed in their own activities. I needed this man inside me now and fast before anyone realized what was happening in the pool.
He looked me directly in my eyes, hunger written all over his face. I wanted so bad to have his mouth on mine but all he did was stare into my eyes. I moved in closer, pressing my breasts on his chest, making sure he felt the hardness of my nipples.
He positioned my legs on either side of him and guiding me on top, he pushed himself inside. I felt every beautiful inch of his length inside me. Fuck. He closed his eyes and whispered something I didn’t understand. I bit my lip to prevent crying out. I grabbed his shoulders and watched him. I wanted to move on him, to ride him out of control but I couldn’t draw any attention to us. If I got out of control, this would be over sooner than it started.
I felt his heart pounding against mine. His cock was deep inside me, but it was still and unmoving. This was torture.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
“Sabes lo rico que se siente esto?” he whispered. “Esta tomando todas mis fuerzas para no dartelo duro en tu concha caliente”. Something about controlling himself from pounding me. I didn’t care what he said at this point. I needed him.
His eyes darted around the pool. He pushed up inside as far as he could go. I moaned slightly and he pressed his lips up against my face.
“Callate. Piensas que te puedo coger callado?” I turned my face so my mouth was against his.
“No”, I said. “I can’t. I can’t stay quiet if you keep torturing me like this. Fuck it please. Fuck me”, I said.
He kissed me then, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me as close to him until we were almost one. His mouth was fresh and cold and his tongue was hard and probing against mine. He was demanding, sucking on my tongue deep and biting on my lips. He thrust up into me once, twice, three times and my pussy responded well around his cock.
I swayed my hips against his, feeling him deep inside my walls. He was filling me perfectly and his mouth against mine was adding to the intensity.
Dear God, this man was blowing my mind.
He grabbed my waist forcefully and with his mouth still on mine, he moved me up and down on his cock, slamming into me as hard as the water would allow. I sucked on his tongue hard, unable to express myself any other way. My arms were tightly wound around his neck, my body wanting his hands all over me. Every inch of my being wanted him inside.
He pulled away and stopped moving. “Mami, si te sigues moviendo asi, me haces venir”, he whispered into my mouth.
My orgasm was building and I couldn’t stop now.
“No papi, please, I can’t stop now. I need you. I need you to fuck me”, I said.
I looked around quickly and noticed the middle-aged man lounging with his wife. He was sitting up in his chair and he was watching us. I licked my lips nervously and winked at him. He was spellbound, a dazed look on his face. His wife lay quietly on the chair next to him, unaware of her surroundings. “We have a voyeur”, I whispered into my sexy lover’s ear, not removing my eyes from the man on the chair.
I moved on my mystery man’s cock again, my mouth open in desire. I threw my head back purposely, suddenly enjoying the attention. I bit my lover’s ear gently and licked his earlobe ever so slowly. I heard my new lover gasp in my ear and the man in the chair shifted in his seat.
I couldn’t wait. I needed to bounce on this man. I had to have him hard and fast. “Come with me papi”, I said, my eyes still on the other man. I leaned into my lover and kissed him hard, making sure to keep my eyes open so the man could watch me. I ground my pussy on him as much as I possibly could, feeling the pressure build on my clit. I was seconds away.
“Papi, do you feel it? Do you feel this pussy throbbing? I’m going to come all over your dick papi, I’m going to scream”, I said, louder than I’d wanted to, maintaining eye contact with the man.
“Callate la boca mujer”, he moaned into my ear.
“I can’t”, I muttered. “I can’t take this anymore”. I returned my gaze back to my new lover and thrust my pussy on his cock over and over again.
“Kiss me papi”, I said. “Kiss me hard”. He sucked on my lips, my tongue, my chin. He licked my ear and right at that moment, the waves started rushing over me. “Look at me”, I said. “I want you to watch me come”. I pushed down hard on his cock, aware of the other man’s eyes on me. I dug my nails into my lover’s back again, this time in desperation and I bit my lip hard to silence my screams.
Oh. My. God. My pussy throbbed and ached around his hardness and I came hard. I dipped my head back into the refreshing water and looked up at the man on the chair. His expression and position hadn’t changed except for the bulge in between his legs now. The woman laying beside him was now peering over her sunglasses, her mouth slightly open, watching me and my lover in the pool. I smiled.
Then, with both hands on my ass again, my lover lifted me and turned us around to face the couple. He took my arms and pinned them behind my back as he settled his cock inside me from behind. I watched the look on the woman’s face as her eyes widened at the sight of my lover. My bikini top had slid off and my breast was slightly exposed but my lover had me motionless and I was enjoying the way the other man was eyeing it.
My lover proceeded to fuck me very slowly from behind, exaggerating every move for our audience. I licked my lips at the woman and bent over further to feel my lover deeper inside.
“Ay mami”, he said, loud enough for the couple to hear now. I smiled again, enjoying every second of his cock inside. “Tomalo mami, toma esta verga dura dentro de ti. Te gusta?” he repeated it over and over. “Tomalo mami. Tomalo todo.”
He put his hand around my throat and I could tell from his movements he was on the brink of his orgasm.
“Give it to me”, I said, directing my words to the man on the chair. “Give me what you got baby”.
My lover pounded into me, my breasts now fully exposed and bouncing in the water. I looked around to see who else was watching and realized now that the bartender had his eyes on us. I’d never felt so carefree and sexy, enjoying the mini audience nearby. I could tell the arousal in the woman’s eyes now and there was no mistaking how turned on the man was. I turned to look at my lover over my shoulder and we locked eyes, desire and lust evident between us. He pressed his face against mine and fucked my pussy with short and quick thrusts over and over again. He groaned quietly and bit my cheek hard in passion, his dick now throbbing inside me.
I felt the rush of liquid in my already wet pussy. He let go of my throat and put both his hands on my breasts, squeezing them together for the couple to see. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear and then, quite unexpectedly, he turned to the man on the chair and in perfect English said,
“Would you like to trade?”
It brings me great pleasure to have @WisdomIsMisery guest post as “Michael”. Stalk his site (and sexy photos). I bet you’ll love him as much as I do. Thank you for being “Michael”, if only for one day.
And she promised me that it would take some time, but she would leave him alone, and the thought of her loving only me, that’s the thing that keeps me strong. - “All Her Love” – Donnell Jones
It was another boring meeting. Damian sat upfront preaching to a round table of employees about quarterly earnings. Michael was beginning to despise him. He could almost hear the arrogance in Damian’s every word. He gritted his teeth at the thought of Damian fucking Savannah replaying in his mind, again. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He turned away and began to tune out.
His Blackberry vibrated in his pocket. His heart thumped at his throat. He quickly said a prayer, hoping it was a message from Savannah. He looked down and his heart quickly sunk. It was an email with the updated statistics Damian was talking about. Dammit.
It had been a few weeks since he talked to Savannah, not since the party. It wasn’t her fault. A myriad of emotions, mainly pride, kept him from reaching out to her. He’d made a few attempts after that night with no success. She hadn’t returned his messages or his calls. He was almost certain Damian had something to do with this, so he gave up trying to contact her. Instead, he spent many nights with his hands clasped behind his head, dick hard, thinking about her. He was horny. He was angry. Jealous? No. No, not jealous? “Why would I be?” he wondered to himself. They weren’t even together. It’s only pussy, he tried to reassure himself.
“Michael? Michael?!” Damian’s voice rudely interrupted his thoughts.
Making a half-hearted attempt to hide the animosity in his voice he responded, “What?”
He couldn’t tell if it was in his head but it looked like Damian enjoyed this moment. A slight smirk appeared briefly in the corner of his mouth before disappearing behind a steely gaze. “Thank you for joining us, Michael. Will you have those numbers finalized for us by our next meeting?”
“Yes,” Michael replied simply, even though he had no idea what the hell Damian was talking about or why he was even talking to him about it. He didn’t care either.
The room was a tensed hush. Michael gazed without emotion into Damian’s eyes. He wasn’t the least intimidated; it wasn’t a new experience for either of the men. It looked as if Damian considered pushing the subject further before deciding against it. He swiveled slowly in his chair putting an end to their brief standoff and continued with the presentation.
Michael reached for the Blackberry he’d set on the table earlier so he could give his full attention to staring down Damian. Not before he made eye contact with Scarlett, the newest member of their team. She seemed surprised, but not afraid, to find him staring back at her. She allowed a brief smile to form before turning away and pretending she was listening to the presentation. He hadn’t noticed Scarlett’s pretty smile around the office until now. He’d been too preoccupied with thoughts of Savannah. But he knew exactly what that look meant. He just had too much going on right now to explore it.
He searched his phone for the folder of photos of Savannah and clicked on his favorite one, a body shot of Savannah naked from the neck down greeted his eyes. Her hand covered her pussy, except for the two fingers she had placed inside of it. He was instantly hard.
Just like that, he was lost in his thoughts. Aided by the visual, his imagination began to run wild. He’d taken this picture of Savannah lying on her couch in her living room months earlier. The very couch he had fucked her on so many different occasions. He remembered her sliding those fingers out of her pussy and placing them slowly into her mouth while keeping her eyes focused on his.
He cleared his throat and shifted restlessly in his chair. He was horny as shit. He gave a quick look around the room before adjusting himself underneath the table. No one was paying attention. Fucking Savannah, he thought to himself before returning to his thoughts…
Savannah had been playing with herself in the corner of her couch. Nearing climax, her muffled moans and failed attempts at silence had lured him from the other room. He leaned against the wall and watched her from the hallway.
He loved how nasty Savannah could be, especially when she was nearing orgasm. It was obvious. Her hand was beginning to move with increased force as she pulled it from inside her pussy and began playing with her clit. She grabbed her breast with her free hand and was just starting to come when she must have felt his eyes on her. She didn’t stop though. She only slowed down and began rubbing her clit in softer, slower circles. Her breathing became more controlled. Her eyes were begging him to come over to her. She wanted him to make her come.
Michael was already shirtless. He began slowly making his way towards his Savannah. The way she looked at him alone turned him on. He could feel her eyes exploring his muscles as she continued rubbing on her clit in anticipation of having him inside her. He wasn’t doing much better at containing himself either. The anticipation made him excited too and he could feel his dick start to grow hard beneath his pants.
When he came within arm’s distance of her, Savannah leaned forward for his belt. It turned him on even more to be this desired by her. She was so excited, her hands fumbling clumsily with his buckle before finding the clasp. She ripped at it and tossed the belt away in a single motion.
Without the belt’s support, his pants dropped just enough for her to trace the V-shape where his stomach met his inner thigh with her tongue. She paused long enough to place a gentle bite on his right side, following it up with a soft kiss. Pain before pleasure.
She unbuttoned and tugged at his jeans. As she got them below the length of his dick, it stood fully erect. He was ready for her. Moving to her knees, Savannah squeezed eagerly between his cock and the couch. His dick was even with her mouth. She started at the tip, moaning softly as she began to play with her clit again. She slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth.
As it hit the back of her throat for the first time tears welled. Her mascara ran down her cheeks but she didn’t protest when he placed his hands on the side of her head. She responded to his taking control of her face by moaning against his dick. He could feel her orgasm build as she moved her mouth faster on his dick, taking him all the way in and then all the way out. Savannah quickened her hand movement on her clit, moaning louder with every touch. She was hungry for him and she demonstrated this fact very well. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw his head back in enjoyment, wanting so much to pound her pussy but loving the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He reached down over her hand and slid two fingers easily inside her. The sexy sound that escaped her lips was enough to make him bust.
He continued his movements in her pussy, enjoying the juice overflowing onto his fingers, while fucking her face so passionately. He loved the look on her face while she sucked on his cock, her eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him. He felt the spasms on his fingers and he pressed deeper, harder, wanting to feel her muscles contract. She stroked the base of his dick with one hand and continued stroking her own clit. He knew she loved the feel of the double orgasm and knew she was about to blow. She moved away briefly to spit on the length of his dick and took him back into her mouth hungrily. Michael wanted so badly to fuck her but he realized he was about to come, hard, if she kept this up. She saw it in his eyes and stuck her tongue out to take him in deeper. Her breathing got shorter and he pushed his fingers up deeper inside her, hitting that spot in his lover that he knew so expertly.
He didn’t stop his experienced fingers, enjoying every inch of her walls that he could reach. Just then, with her hand still stroking her clit, and his fingers deep inside her juicy pussy, Savannah came, pausing briefly to yell out Michael’s name. He tried to pull away so he could fuck her, feel her wet pussy wrap around and clench on his dick, but she didn’t allow it.
She shivered and bucked against his hand, exploding her orgasm all over his fingers. She maneuvered her free hand between his legs and spread it out across his lower back. She pulled him towards her forcefully, his dick pushing deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. Michael felt her throat tighten around his dick. His knees grew weak as surges of pleasure began traveling through his body. He was about to come, just like Savannah wanted. He knew she wanted to taste him.
Michael’s hands grasped her shoulders. He was losing control. “Fuck, baby….shit. I’m about to…”
The shifting of chairs and the start of intense conversations around him startled Michael back into reality. The thought of coming into Savannah’s eager mouth had his dick so hard it was throbbing underneath the table. An hour had passed? Had he been thinking about her this entire meeting? Fuck.
With the room clearing out, Michael pretended to shuffle his files a bit longer. He needed a few extra minutes to allow his erection to subside. Comfortable it was under control, he finally stood. He was startled to find Scarlett standing next to him. He was also surprised to find how tall she really was standing this close. With her heels on, she was almost able to make direct eye contact. But she wasn’t looking in his eyes. She was looking down. He traced her eyes to the slowly dissipating bulge in his pants.
When he looked back up, she had that flirtatious smile from earlier in the meeting on her face yet again. She opened her mouth to speak but it was then that Damian cleared his throat from across the conference room. They were the only ones left in the room.
“Michael, would you mind staying behind for a minute? Scarlett, you too.”
You still want me in that pussy baby?
You know this. The thought of having your hands and mouth on me still gives me goosebumps. My body shakes in anticipation.
Is that right?
Yes. And I’m gonna moan and make noise and you’ll wanna punish me; pull my hair, smack my ass and dig deeper in these walls…..
Mmmm. And then you suck on this dick and bend that ass over for me.
I wanna taste me on you. I want that dick drenched in my juice. Then you can slide it all down my throat. I want you looking in my eyes when we fuck. I want you on top of me. Controlling. Watching. Loving. Can you do that?
I’m going to pin you on your back and look into your eyes and see how deep I can get. Can you take all of me?
I’m going to take you. I WILL take all of you.
Do you want me to be gentle?
Maybe in the beginning, as you stroke and kiss and love me…
I will be. My touch and my kisses are gentle. Sensual. And when you give me that pussy? I’m going to kiss it wet. Enter you slowly. And then when you want it pounded, I will grind and pound to your command and make you come over and over and over again.
I want you…
Come get me…