The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 2 – Damian

We walked into the mansion and my eyes widened at the sight. The house looked like it belonged on an exotic island.

The bank president’s home was situated on a hill, just outside the city, overlooking a small, man-made lake that connected to the outdoor pool. Guests were already gathering around the bar outside on the patio.

I stood back and admired the decor.

Red velvet curtains. Dark brown walls. There were erotic paintings hanging from the walls, what looked like figures in different sexual positions. It was very Kama Sutra. I shot Michael a look. He was in awe just as much as I was.

Michael came to my side. “Wine?”, he asked. I smiled, admiring the smug look on his face, his satisfaction in knowing my drink preference.

I watched him make his way to the bar on the patio, loving the way the linen pants fell from his hips. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and imagined his hips on top…

“You like the artwork?” A man’s deep voice behind me. I started to turn around to look and then, “Don’t turn around. Let’s observe this together.”

His voice was deep, deeper than Michael’s. I didn’t think that was even possible. My heart skipped a beat in anticipation to hear what he’d say next…

“You notice the figures in this artwork? Can you see the position the female is in?”

I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on the female figure in the painting. This man’s voice felt like warm, melted chocolate on my body.

“You can tell the female is in lust with her lover. You see how her lips are parted? She needs to be pleased. She wants to take him in her mouth. See that?”

I shifted my stance, not feeling uneasy with this man’s words. The fact that he didn’t make me uneasy is what made me uneasy. Dammit. Where was Michael??

He took a step forward, making my heart beat even faster. I didn’t move.

I could feel the heat exuding from his body, the scent of him wafting through the air. I stared straight ahead at the painting in front of me, forgetting what I was looking at.

“You’re so sexy Savannah”, he whispered in my ear. I straightened my back. How did he know my name? I tried to turn around to see who this mystery man was when suddenly I felt his tight grip on my elbows, preventing me from moving any further.

I got the sudden urge to fall back into his arms, to press my back onto his chest. This was so inappropriate. Why was I even pondering this with this mystery man who smelled like heaven and sounded like ecstasy? I didn’t even know what he looked like!

“I’ve heard so much about you”, he continued. “He speaks very highly of you. And speaking of which, there he is now.” He dropped his hands and my body felt…bare almost. Fuck.

“Ahh, Michael, I was wondering why you left this sexy woman here all by herself. I wouldn’t trust her alone, you know,” and then he laughed, a sexy, rough, hearty laughter.

I stepped away from the mystery man, reaching out to Michael. I turned around, anticipation knotted in my stomach waiting to see what this man looked like.

My knees went instantly weak. My palms got sweaty. And my heart was thudding out of control. Dear God.

I held onto Michael’s hand for stability.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Williams,” Michael said to me.

I turned to Michael. Then to the mystery man.

“You’re Michael’s boss?”, I stammered.

Mr. Williams held out his hand and took mine into his. He lifted it up to his lips and kissed my hand ever so seductively, his lips lingering a second longer than they should have. I could have sworn something stirred inside me…

Mr. Williams had dark, shining, mesmerizing eyes. He seemed to know what I was thinking. This was NOT what I expected the bank manager to look like…

“I’m not Michael’s boss today. Please,” he said, “call me Damian,” and he smiled.

I turned to Michael again, secretly cursing Damian’s smile and his perfect set of white teeth. I took the glass of wine from Michael’s hand and tried not to gulp it.

Michael was tall but Damian was taller. Michael’s skin was hot chocolate. Damian’s was dark chocolate. Michael had eyes I could stare into all night. Damian’s eyes shone like a star in the night.

I blinked hard and cursed myself for comparing my lover to this mystery man. What a man he was…

“I was showing Savannah my collection of erotic art,” explained Damian with an air of smug confidence, as if he knew, yet again, what I was thinking, “And I was just about to show her the pieces around my home. Do you mind if I borrow her Michael?” My body jerked slightly when he said “borrow”.

I quickly prayed that Michael wouldn’t mind. Something about this man made me want to hear him talk. Damian could talk to me all night. Dammit. Michael.

Michael bent down and kissed my mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, taking a sip of his beer and glancing at his boss. “And you,” he directed this to me, “behave.” I saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

I stood there speechless, my heart feeling warm from Michael’s presence and my body tingling from standing in between these two creatures. A wicked thought snuck into my head and I quickly pushed it back into the corners of my mind.

Damian didn’t waste one minute. He took my hand and led me across the living area. I turned back to see Michael watching me, a smile on his lips.

I followed Damian slowly around his home, hearing but not listening to the facts on his erotic art paintings. I couldn’t help but watch him.

Damian had long. slender fingers, the kind of hand that would cup my breast perfectly. His lips were just right, enough to cover mine with sweet kisses. I looked at his legs. They were clad in flawlessly pressed dress slacks. A designer belt held his pants pleasantly in place. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying the perfect amount of soft hair on his forearms.

And his arms. His muscular arms were noticeable under his shirt, aching for my fingertips to caress them.

“You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?” he asked, obviously amused at my reaction. I almost melted when I realized how sexy his dimples were.

I looked up and stared intently into his eyes, making sure he could read the seriousness in my eyes. “What makes you think so Mister, um, Damian?” For some odd reason, I wanted to continue calling him Mr. Williams. There was an air of authority about him.

“For starters, your nipples are hard,” he said, reaching out to touch my breasts lightly with the back of his hand. I didn’t flinch. Damian looked down at me, no reaction on his pretty face.

“And secondly, I know for a fact you’re moist underneath this dress,” he almost whispered, dropping his hand from my breast. I almost groaned out loud thinking he would feel under my dress but he wouldn’t dare, would he?

I smiled and stood my ground. Damian didn’t touch me and I hated myself again for wanting him to.

What was wrong with me? My lover was more than enough for me. Why was I allowing these lustful feelings to overcome my awareness of what was really happening. This was my lover’s boss! Nothing about this situation was right!

“Are we done here?”, I tilted my head for emphasis, “because Michael might be getting lonely for me,” I said.

“Michael has told me about your freaky ways Savannah. The thoughts alone are enough to keep him company,” he replied.

“How do you know I’m not lonely for him?”, I challenged, wondering how much Michael told his boss about me.

Damian moved in closer, making me almost unable to look up at him any further.

“You?”, he laughed. “Oh, Savannah. You don’t get lonely.”

Damian reached down and picked a strand of hair from in front of my face. He held it in between his fingers, looking intently into my eyes.

“Can I share a secret with you?”, he asked.

I was intoxicated by this man. By his scent, his movements, his voice, his presence. This is wrong, I told myself. But my body didn’t seem to agree. My body was telling me this was so right.

Damian grabbed my hand and pulled me with him around the corner of the living room into another room, what looked like a walk-in closet. I consciously wanted to pull my hand away from him and run to Michael but physically, I wasn’t able to.

“I want you. From the moment I stepped into the room and saw you in this red dress, standing seductively looking at my artwork, I wanted you. I’ve known for a while about yours and Michael’s sexual adventures and I‘m jealous. I want what Michael has.” He paused, just enough to stroke my face lightly. “Give me a taste. Give me a taste of what you’re about Savannah.”

I was engulfed by emotions. My Michael. I couldn’t do this. I loved Michael. I had never ending love for him. Michael pleased me in every which way possible. Michael was the perfect lover.

Why then, why then, dammit, was I feeling this way about a man I had never met before in my life? Damian was the epitome of sexy. His demeanor. His voice. His overbearing attitude. His over-the-top self-confidence. His eyes. His hands. Something about him made me want to bring him to his knees! I wanted to shut him up, I wanted to make him groan, I wanted to hear him call my name in mercy. How dare he talk to me this way? He was Michael’s boss, not mine!

I put my hands on his arms, confirming my thoughts about his muscles from earlier and pushed him back against the wall with all my might. I ran my hands up to his shoulders and then to his face. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled his face down to mine. I made sure he saw the hunger in my eyes before I pulled his mouth down onto mine. I sucked on his lips, kissing and biting his tongue. I moved deep into his mouth and sucked on his tongue hungrily. Oh God. He was kissing me perfectly, his mouth in sync with mine. My mind was whirling with thoughts and emotions and I realized how badly I wanted to wrap my legs around him.

Damian seemed to know, yet again, what I was thinking and with one swift movement, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto him. I put my hands around his shoulders and threw my legs around him, feeling his hardness under the silky material of my dress. Damian slid one hand under my dress and groaned sexily out loud when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Holy shit,” he moaned into me, his face in my hair, inhaling my neck. I threw my head back, urging him to kiss me there and he did. His mouth sucked on my neck, his tongue flicking in and out lightly.

I wasn’t feeling any guilt at having another man’s hands on my ass, pushing my dress higher and further away, trying to get to my treasure. I was wet. I could feel the wetness in between my legs and I wanted Damian to feel it too.

“Damian,” I muttered. “Damian, please.”

“This feels so right Savannah. You feel so right. I want you. I want all of you. Let me have all of you,” he whispered into my ear.

Damian brought me down to the carpeted floor and quickly unzipped his pants. I moved my hands quickly, trying to free him from his pants as fast as I could. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to have him in my mouth. I wanted to make him scream my name. I got up on my knees and then…

“No,” said Damian suddenly. “I want you my way,” he said, and dropped down to his knees. He placed me gently on my back and lifted my legs. My dress was scrunched up around my waist, my pussy anticipating his every move, getting wetter by the second.

Damian looked at me again, this time expressing his hunger. He delved swiftly into my pussy with his mouth, his tongue lapping at every bit of wetness in between my legs. “Mmm,” he moaned, “you taste so good.”  I moaned with him, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him in deeper. Dear. God. I brought my hips up higher, wanting desperately and anxiously to feel the thrusting inside my core. I grabbed his head again and this time brought it up to my face, kissing and licking his mouth, moaning again at the taste of me on him.

I was out of breath. “I want you,” I panted. “I want you so bad Damian.” I wanted him everywhere. I greedily and selfishly wanted my pleasure. And I wanted it everywhere. I wanted his mouth on my pussy and I wanted his dick in my pussy. I wanted his dick in my mouth, I wanted to please him. I don’t know which urge was stronger.

Damian pulled his pants down lower, giving himself freedom to move. I smiled when I saw his cock, my pussy now throbbing uncontrollably to have him inside me. Damian was well endowed and I wanted every inch of him inside me.

Damian positioned himself above me, teasing me lightly with the tip.  I thrust my hips up to meet his pleasure and he moved away.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time. Please, just fuck me.”

Damian entered me and thrust himself up inside. “Oh my,” he whispered. “Savannah.”

I closed my eyes, tears uncontrollably welling up from the sudden pain. Oh God, he felt so good…

“Move with me,” I said, adjusting my legs to meet his thrusts, enjoying the slam of his body against mine. I felt the beginning of my orgasm deep inside, wanting so much to have his dick inside my mouth.

“Damian,” I stammered, almost ready to come, “Dame…” I stopped suddenly. A movement from the door caught my eye…

I froze.

Damian froze. Slowly he turned around.

And there, at the doorway, stood Michael.

*See Michael’s reaction here*

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The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 1

I was standing in the middle of my walk-in closet, towel wrapped around my hair, holding a red dress in one hand and a black one in the other.

“Wear the red one”, Michael called out from my bedroom.

I made a face.  I knew he’d say that.  It was extra snug around my curves.

“I’m going to meet the bank’s president baby!” I yelled.

“That’s exactly why you should wear the red one!”, he replied.  I heard him chuckle.

I smirked and hung up the dresses.  I headed to the bathroom to dry my hair.

Michael’s boss was holding a charity event and Michael asked me to be his date.  Immediately my stomach jumped in anticipation when he first told me about it.  Being out in public with Michael had to mean something….

“So you’re wearing the red dress for my boss?”, he spoke in a low voice, suddenly appearing behind me in the bathroom.

“I’m wearing the red dress for you”, I said, looking at him in the mirror.  I noticed the expression in his eyes.

I turned around slowly.  “You’re supposed to be getting ready”, I said softly, my mood changing slightly.

“Shake out your hair for me”, he demanded.

I giggled.  “You want me to shake out my hair?”

“Shhhh.  Just do it”.  He unwrapped the towel around my head.  I closed my eyes and seductively rolled my head back, purposely exposing my neck.

I heard Michael groan.  And then, with sudden urgency…..

…..his hands were in my hair, his mouth on my neck.  I didn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away.

“I’m not even dressed Michael”, I moaned under my breath.

“I know.  Get on your knees”.  I opened my eyes and looked at him.  He was serious.

My heart pounded in my throat, excitement running through my veins.  He still had it.  Michael was still able to bring the sexiness out in me.

I dropped to my knees, my hair damp and cold on my bare back, my mouth instantly wet and ready to please.

I didn’t hesitate.  Immediately I took his hardness in my mouth, reaching underneath to stroke him where I knew I’d get a reaction.

“Fuck you Savannah”, he said quietly.

I smiled, loving the pleasure I was giving him.  Michael grabbed the back of my head, urging me to take him deeper.  I stuck out my tongue and took him in my mouth as far as I possibly could, leaning my head back to accomodate him.

“Baby, if you keep that up….”

I grabbed his cock and sucked hard, sliding my tongue up and over the tip, dipping lower with my tongue, not leaving one inch untouched.  Steadily I held him in my mouth, sucking him with short and fast strokes, moves I knew guaranteed results with my man.

He pulled away quickly and pulled me up towards him, grabbing my face to kiss me.  It was my turn to moan.  His mouth was enough to bring me close to the edge.  His tongue rolled around my mouth, sucking and kissing and feeling so right.  He sucked on my lower lip, gently biting and teasing.

“Turn around”.  Again, his demanding voice.

“Michael, it’s getting late, we should….”

“Turn around I said”, he replied, slightly louder this time.  I turned around.

Michael put his hands on my back and bent me over, his hardness against my ass.  I turned around to look at him, wanting to see the expression on his face once he felt how soft I was inside.

With one single thrust he pushed into me.  I don’t remember who moaned louder………

Michael stood there, holding onto my hips, eyes closed.

“Baby, you feel so good inside”, he whispered.

“Michael, I can’t take you”, I said.

He looked at me.  I could read a glimpse of sweet emotion across his face.

“You can’t take me?  You want to bet you can take me?”

He tightened his grip on my hips and slammed his body into mine.  I screamed out, both in pleasure and in pain.  I pulled away, trying to ease the pain inside.  He felt so good, I wanted him but I couldn’t have him all.

“Woman, you’re going to take all of me”, he groaned, slamming into me again.  “Take this dick and enjoy it, let me fuck you the way I want to fuck you and you’ll enjoy it too”.

My pussy was responding, I could feel the wetness in between my legs.  Michael was filling me up and my head was dizzy, full of emotions.  I wanted his pleasure, I wanted to please him but….

Michael pulled away and grabbed me again, pulling me close to him.  He looked into my eyes, hunger and passion written all over his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you but nothing would please me more than to fuck you hard the way I want to”.  And then he kissed me, his mouth just as hungry and passionate as his eyes had been a second ago.  I wanted this man….I wanted him bad.  And I was willing to give myself to him any which way he desired.

I pushed him away and bent over again, guiding his cock into my wet and now throbbing pussy.

I braced myself for this painfully yet pleasurable sex I was about to give Michael.

“Do it.  Fuck me Michael.  Isn’t that what you want?  You want to fuck this pussy?  Give it to me”, I said breathlessly.

 

 

Michael pounded into me, hard and fast, his full length deep inside, hitting spots inside me I didn’t know I had.  I remained still, turning my face over my shoulder to watch him.

Michael’s eyes were dark and drunk-like, proof that something was right.  He stared into my eyes….

“Baby, only you.  You do this to me, you make me want to fuck you like this.  I want this pussy every day.  I want to feel your wet pussy against my cock all the time.  You feel so good baby”.  Michael moved, thrusting his cock into me, smashing into my body.  I arched my back, inviting him further, trying hard to hide my pain.

“Fuck”, Michael swore again.  “You know I’m going to come baby”.

I pushed back, never taking my eyes from his, enjoying the feel of his hardness inside me.

He grabbed my ass and thrust as fast and as deep as my body would allow.  And then………

“Oh baby….Savannah….dear God, Savannah, I love it, I love this, you feel so good baby, oh fuck….”  Michael moaned and pushed into me one hard last time.  I felt his cock throbbing inside me.

He stood there, over me, enjoying the last seconds of his orgasm.  And then, ever so gently and completely softened compared to his mood just seconds before, he took my shoulders and brought my body up to him.  He kissed my back up to my neck, then my ear and finally my face.

I smiled, completely satisfied from pleasing my lover.  He smiled back and kissed me again.

“Now”, I asked, “Are you ready?”

 
*Ready to meet the bank president?*

Michael’s Story: Savannah, My Princess

I’m an extremely sexual person.  The problem was, I hadn’t found a woman who satisfied my deep and dark and erotic urges.  Until I met her…

I needed to satisfy these needs and I wanted to indulge in some intense, dark, crazy sex.  And she did it.  Here’s my story about Savannah, my Princess:

I met her online and everything seemed too perfect.  We spent several days emailing each other, speaking of our desires, our likes and dislikes.  Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we decided to meet.

We met at a coffee shop on the other side of town, in her ‘hood.  I was nervous as could be.  I had seen photos and was very impressed with her as she was with me but what kind of vibe would we have face to face?  Was she all I hoped she was going to be?

I sat in my ride looking out for her.  From what I knew she was tall with thick legs, dressed nice and had long, dark, curly hair.  Was I ever surprised at what I got.

As I sat there waiting, I saw this beautiful female walk out of the coffee house.  “Shit”, I thought to myself, as I watched with admiration this woman with a fine, juicy ass walking to her car.  This was all I could think about.  “If that’s her and she’s as freaky as I think she is, this is going to be fun”.

I stepped out of my ride and approached her.  “Savannah?”  And she replied, “Yes Michael, how are you?”  And there it began. 

We talked for about an hour as we gazed into each others eyes and all I could think about was getting her ass naked and doing all the things I love doing to a woman.  When it was time to part ways, she asked me, “Are you going to kiss me?”  Right then, I grabbed her by her coat collar, pulled her towards me, and pressed my mouth against her full lips.  Almost instantly I wanted her.  Her tongue explored the inside of my mouth and I could feel my dick quickly getting hard.  I needed to have this girl.  I needed to be inside her.  I needed to feel her skin. 

We kept in contact and the more I talked to this girl, the more I knew I wanted to fuck her.  Finally, she invited me to her house and I thought excitedly and anxiously, “Damn, it’s on now!”  We both knew I was going for one thing…

Driving to her house, my head was filled with erotic thoughts about her, wondering what her sexual limits were, wondering if I could satisfy her the way I knew she could satisfy me.  There was no doubt in my mind whether or not she could please me.  Something about her aura, her personality, told me she could satisfy my needs.

I finally arrived at her door, my heart pounding and my cock stiff as a rock.  I was so excited, I thought I would come in my jeans.  She greeted me at the door wearing a sexy piece of nothing.  Damn.  She looked good.  And she smelled like flowers, roses and lilies.  I’ll remember that scent for the rest of my life.

Savannah brought me into her home.  “This chick really has it together”, I thought to myself.  I got comfortable and she brought me a glass of red wine.  She joined me, crossing her legs as she sat beside me.  That was all I could focus on, those sexy legs and everything in between.  We sat there, enjoying our wine and each other’s company.  There was excitement in the air.  She was flirting, smiling, licking her lips and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.  We knew why I was there, but we were stalling the inevitable, adding more excitement to the anticipation that had been there for months.  Finally, after some brief conversation, the kind of conversation you need to concentrate on, she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.  Inside her room, there were candles lit, casting a dim light over her bed.  I stood at the foot of that bed, Savannah in front of me.  She kissed me.  Oh how sweet her kisses are.  Her lips, so soft and juicy.  She put her hand on my chest and slowly pushed me back onto her bed.  I grabbed her so she could fall with me.  She wasn’t expecting that and I could tell she didn’t like being controlled.  She straddled me and I could feel the warmth from in between her legs through my jeans. 

“Michael”, she whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this”.  Her mouth was all over me, running up and down my neck, teasing me.  I was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

Just as soon as that thought had crossed my mind, Savannah got aggressive.  She was pulling at my shirt, trying to pull it off my body.  I was tugging and grabbing at her lingerie, trying to feel under it.  And under it, there she was…her soft, olive skin glowing in the candlelight.  Her pussy, nice and bare,  as if she knew what I liked.  Before I knew it, I was naked.  As we laid there kissing and caressing each other, I softly slid my hands in between her legs. “No”, she cried, “Me first”.  Savannah mounted me and pinned my arms down.  She kissed me all down my neck, moving to my chest, running her tongue along my stomach.  And the hottest part about it was, while she was doing this, she never took her eyes off me.  I felt her grabbing my manhood, stroking it.  I began to moan with pleasure.  It felt so good to have this woman appreciate me like this, appreciate my being a man.  I could tell she enjoyed being a woman, she enjoyed taking care of her man.  I let out a gasp as I felt the warmth of her mouth on the tip of my dick. 

“Watch me Michael”, she demanded, as her mouth began to descend.  I could feel her tongue flickering all over my manhood, my cock getting harder and harder.  I moved under her, grabbed a handful of her hair and began to guide her head up and down.  She seemed to enjoy this and moaned, my dick full in her mouth.  And the girl had some skills.  I’ve never had a woman able to take all of me in her mouth.  She stuck out her tongue and deep-throated my dick, spreading my legs for easier access to my balls, licking and caressing my sensitive area.  I felt her finger tickle my ass and I thought I would bust from the pleasure.

Savannah threw my legs over her shoulders to gain access to all of me.  I felt her tongue getting closer and closer and then, I felt the warmth on my ass.  As I stared down at her face, I could tell she was enjoying every second of the pleasure she was giving me.  I felt her tongue flickering all over as she stroked my cock.  I was struggling not to come, almost on the verge of my orgasm.  I pulled away.  It was my turn.  I wanted the control.

I pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply, tasting the pre-cum in her mouth from my dick.  I threw her on her back and thrust my head in between her legs.  She gasped.  I slowly slid my tongue into her already dripping wet pussy.  I moaned.  Her pussy was so sweet.  I laid in between her legs, enjoying her and all the while she was trying to get away. 

“Michael, I don’t want to come like this, please, fuck me, let me feel you”, but I didn’t allow it.  I wanted to make her come now and make her come again afterwards.  As my tongue flickered around her clit, I inserted one finger into her tight, juicy pussy.  She was moaning like crazy.  Then I inserted the second finger and I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, pulsing, I could feel her almost coming, about to get there.  She was still trying to get away but I wasn’t going to let it happen.  I kept licking and thrusting with my mouth and fingers and then, suddenly, she had no control over her pussy any longer and I felt her starting to come.  I put my mouth completely into her pussy and then she screamed, “Oh my, oh fuck, oh Michael!!”  Her sweet juice filled my mouth.  I swallowed every drop of the sweetness flowing from her and rubbed my face all over her pussy.  Finally, I let her go, letting her get away.  I smiled, satisfied for satisfying this woman.

Flustered, she sat up.  She grabbed my face, kissing me deeply, enjoying the taste of her pussy in my mouth.  She leaned back, this time holding my face as she fell back.  Almost instinctively, my cock entered her pussy as I settled on top of her.  “Oh this pussy feels so good”, I moaned.  “Shut up and fuck me Michael, give me your big black dick”.  I began moving inside her, making sure to get in as deep as she could take me.  She was still holding on to my face, as if for dear life.  She moaned in sheer delight and whispered into my ear, “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.  Beat that pussy baby, beat it”.  I pounded away, enjoying her pretty face and her moaning.  I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her juices by the candlelight.  She pulled me up to her face and took all of it in her mouth, licking off every last bit of her wetness, enjoying every inch of my cock.  Once she’d had enough, she turned around on all fours, bending over for me, allowing me full access to her pussy, burying her face in the pillow.

I spread her ass and licked her pussy from behind.  I tongue fucked her and moved my tongue to her ass.  She gasped loudly when she felt my tongue on her and moved with me, ensuring my tongue went as deep as it possibly could.  Then, without hesitation, knowing she would be pleasantly surprised,  I straightened up and slid my dick into her pussy.  I grabbed her hips as I began to thrust with full force, slamming into her.  One hand grabbed a handful of hair while the other spread her ass so I could get in as deep as possible.  “Oh Michael, you’re hurting me”, she cried.  And then, “I love it, I love this pain”, she cried again.  I forced my thumb into her ass and she gasped at the feeling of being completed filled by me.  I grabbed onto her hair and fucked her pussy, slapping and fingering her ass.  “You like that baby girl?”, I asked, “Tell me you love it, tell me you love my dick inside you”.  I almost came from her moans.  “Oh I love it baby, I love your dick inside me“, she replied, backing her ass up even further for my enjoyment.  “I love it, please don’t stop, come for me, my pussy wants you baby.”

I thrust in and out of her, feeling her pussy grip my dick.  I felt the onset of an incredible orgasm and I couldn’t control it any longer.  I began slamming my cock into her from behind, harder and harder.  And then I felt it, the uncontrollable feeling of her orgasm again, this time the intensity on my dick bringing me to my own orgasm, the warm juice overflowing into her pussy.  I slammed into her again, enjoying the throbbing of her pussy against mine.  She wriggled her ass deeper on me, clamping her pussy on my dick, making sure she milked every single drop and finally, we came.

We collapsed on the bed, intense with feelings.  Immediately she dropped her head and sucked whatever was left on my still-hard cock, that look of hunger in her eyes.  “Mmm, we taste so good together“, she said, smiling up at me.  “We’re going to get along really well Michael”, she said softly.

She snuggled into me and we slowly drifted off to sleep, only to wake up a couple of hours later, re-energized and ready for round two.  It’s no wonder I keep coming back to my Princess.  She’s always ready for me.

I don’t spend as much time with my Princess as I’d like.  Life, work and the distance keep us apart.  My times with Savannah are imprinted permanently in my mind and my heart.  I’ll always be in lust with her.  Time passes but the feelings always remain…

Nobody – Part Two

“We don’t need to make love in order to make love”, Michael said. “Show me baby…show me how much you want me”.

I had my legs wrapped around him, my hands clenched on his arms. My body was responding to his mouth and his touch.

Michael’s hardness was still pressing up into my moistness and I could feel my clit throbbing. All I needed was a few more movements from him and the waves of ecstasy were sure to rush over me.

I closed my eyes and turned my head in frustration.

I thought about how Michael made me feel. The anticipation of seeing him, feeling his mouth on mine from the first moment he walked through my door, the bitter sweetness when he left me after our lovemaking. I didn’t know when I would see him again. I needed to enjoy every lasting minute with him, I needed to treasure every waking moment…

Suddenly, Michael grabbed my face with both hands. “Look at me”, he demanded.

I opened my eyes to find his deep, dark eyes penetrating into mine. His handsome yet rugged face searching mine for indication of how I was feeling. I parted my lips. A smile crept up on his.

“You want to come don’t you?” he teased.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, while I clung onto his shoulders. He brought me up to him, while he settled on the floor, my legs still wrapped around his back, my ass resting on his legs.

“No”, I said. “I want this moment to last. Isn’t that what you want? To make this last?”

I remained on him, motionless, holding onto his shoulders, feeling his still-hard cock up against me through our clothes, my face inches away from his. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Ever so slowly, I licked his lips, gently, from one corner of his mouth to the other. He stayed still, watching me, obviously catching on to my game.

Michael moved, adjusting himself to my body, making sure to never let me go. His hands were supporting my back, keeping me balanced on top of him.

I moved closer to Michael, my breasts crushed into his chest. Our bodies were now melding into each other, formed into one. There was no way to tell where I began and where he ended. Michael’s rigid cock was touching my clit ever so gently but the presence of it, there, so close to my wet and throbbing pussy, made the bearing that much more difficult. This position was sure to drive him over the edge. Or me.

I reached under his shirt and slowly lifted it up his back. “Follow me”, I instructed.

I felt his hands low on my back, his fingertips lightly caressing my skin. This caused me to arch my back, my body fully aware of the sensitivity of his touch. I removed his shirt over his head first and he followed suit. Instantly he went for my breasts, his mouth wet and ready to suck on my nipple.

“No no no no no”, I said, placing my fingers on his chin to lift his head away. “We’re going to make this last, aren’t we?”

Michael remained quiet.

I hugged Michael tightly again, allowing my fingertips to trace the curve of his muscles on his shoulers, following with light kisses, flicking my tongue in and out to tease him. I traced his forearms and trailed back up to his shoulders, lingering on the indent of his shoulder muscle. I bent my head and sucked gently, more so for my own pleasure than his. Again Michael let out a moan and threw his head back for me, allowing me easier access. I stuck out my tongue and licked him from his shoulder, all the way to his chin. I stopped and nibbled gently, my fingers entwining themselves behind his head. I pulled him forcefully to me, opening my mouth to accept his. Michael kissed me deeply, rolling his tongue around in my mouth, biting my lip and catching my tongue in between his teeth. His kisses were passionate enough to bring me to orgasm, my pajama bottoms now seeping with my moisture, his dick rock-hard against me.

This was almost perfect. Two beings wrapped in erotic love, sensual and sexy, pleasing each other with touches and caresses, without any penetration. It was surreal. Again Michael shifted and pressed harder into me. He wanted to be inside me just as badly as I wanted him inside me. His dick moved. I licked under his jaw, guaranteeing it jumped again. And it did, almost on command, the feeling of him against my pussy driving me to the edge. His mouth was so hot and his breathing was rapid.

“Savannah”, Michael whispered.

“Michael”, I answered softly.

“Baby”, he said.

“Yes”.

“You’re driving me crazy”, he moaned uncontrollably.

“I know”, I replied, barely audible.

Michael grabbed my ass and thrust me up against him, forcing more contact between his still hard cock in his track pants and my wet pussy underneath my pajamas. I gasped. He stopped thrusting long enough to ask me, “Are you ready?”

Without removing my eyes from his, I nodded, waiting impatiently for Michael’s next move.

“I can’t have you here on my cock like this without wanting to bust baby, you should know that. I want to ram this dick up inside that juicy pussy and feel you come all over it. I want this dick in that wet mouth of yours, enough to have you taste yourself off me.” As he said this, my mouth opened, ready to have him whichever way he wanted.

In one swift movement, Michael sucked on my tongue, hands fully gripping on my ass, grinding me against him, my clit now overly sensitive and ready to release its pressure. Michael’s mouth movements along with his hands on my ass were enough to bring me to the brink of explosion and I felt the waves. He moved me on top of him, my ass bouncing on his legs, his cock banging against my pussy lips, never letting go of his grip, his mouth continuously sucking on my tongue, my breath getting caught in my throat, my nipples hard against his bare chest, I was ready….

I escaped his mouth and his passionate sucking enough to yell out his name, my pussy throbbing out of control, my clit wanting so badly to be in his mouth, the inside of my pussy walls wanting to be filled up by his cock but all I could have was this, all Michael was giving me was this.

Now I was bouncing uncontrollably, ready to fuck him, wanting desperately to have him inside me, my hands on his head, pulling him as far as our clothes would allow. My hands went around his back, my face buried in his neck, my mouth biting at his shoulder.

We were panting loudly, crazily wanting to release this buildup of pleasure. I’d never felt this form of sensuality, it was tantric-like, exciting and maddening and oh, so good.

“Baby”, Michael cried out. “I want you so bad. I could imagine how delicious you are right now, thinking of your wet pussy on my dick”….and his voice trailed off, his eyes closing and his head tilted back.

“Look at me Michael”, I said, my body thrashing around wildly on him now. “I want you to feel me, feel me like I’m on that dick baby, feel it, now.” And with that last word, my eyes hungrily watching Michael’s, I came, ultimate waves rushing over me, my clit throbbing and clenching.

“Oh baby”, he yelled, placing his hands around my back, pulling me harder into him, his hardness now pleasingly painful against my clit. “Fuck Savannah”, he moaned, “Baby”.  And with one last thrust, he came, his cock throbbing lightly against my now sore pussy.

Michael released his grip from my back, letting me slowly slide off his legs, long enough to plant his customary kiss on my forehead.

And I smiled, my customary satisfied smile.

Nobody – Part One

He’s sitting across from me, watching TV while laying on my couch.  I’m sitting on the other couch, watching him watch my TV.

Let me tell you about my lover…..

His arms are naturally muscular, thicker than most average men.  They cradle my head during our rare, soft moments and hold me up during our lovemaking sessions.

His hands, with his long, defined and manicured fingers, have no trace of hardness on them…they’re the hands of a businessman, a man who uses a keyboard and a Blackberry and a calculator.  I’m sitting here thinking of his hands and how he’s close enough to touch.  I reach over and clasp my hand in his.  He looks over, smiles and instinctively, almost sub-consciously, takes my hand up to his mouth and kisses my palm.  Instant electricity.

I don’t know why I feel this way about him or when or how it even started.  I’m starting to think this can’t all possibly be lust.  I care about the man, I know I do and I know he cares about me too.  But this electrifying heat he brings to my body, this fire that only he ignites…..it’s unfathomable.

He’s wearing sweats.  I can see the definition of his manhood through them.

His legs are long and lean.  I love biting his legs, licking the curve of his knee.  He moans every time.

He just caught me staring at him.

“Something you want to tell me baby?”

I’m shaking my head at him.

“You sure?”  He knows me too well.

“Uh-huh”.

He winked at me.  That’s how this evening started.  A simple wink.  And then, that look.

I had been sitting at the dinner table, waiting for him to join me.  I heard him down the hall and glanced over my shoulder.  I watched as his tall frame walked towards me.  Just as he reached me, he winked and smiled.  He walked behind me and I tensed up.  I felt his heat on my back before he even touched me.

I sat up straight in my chair.  He lifted my hair off my back, exposing my neck.  He kissed me, softly planting gentle kisses along my shoulder and neck.  I couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“That’s what I love to hear baby,” he said, pressing his face deeper into my neck, trailing kisses down my back, as far down as he could.

I arched my back, urging him to continue.  Dinner could wait.

He pulled me off the chair and pressed me into him, allowing me to feel his shape  through his clothes.  I sprawled my hands along his back, enjoying every line and curve.  Michael looked down at me and smiled again, before bending down to kiss me.

His kiss was soft at first, just a simple movement of lips.  And then, hungrily, he parted my mouth with his tongue and delved deeper, probing, kissing, sucking.  This time, it was his turn to moan.

“I want to love you,” he said.

Something inside me stirred.  That word.

I swallowed hard.  “Love me Michael”.

He pushed my chair back into place and led me into the living room.

Michael gently tossed me onto the couch and immediately came down on me.  He kissed me, with the force and affection that he knows turns me on.  He kissed my face, lingering along my chin, flicking his tongue gently.  He moved up and kissed my eyelids then stopped to look into my eyes.

“This is crazy,” he said.  “Nobody makes me feel like this.  Nobody does what you do.”

Michael must have been reading my heart.

He lifted me up and moved me on top of him, putting me in a straddling position.  He grabbed my face and kissed me again, deeper this time, indicating his desire and lust for me.  I kissed him back, running my tongue over to his ear.  He took in a sharp breath of air.  I continued my exploration, paying special attention to his ears, gently biting and tugging.  Michael grabbed the back of my neck.  “Stop it,” he insisted.  I put my hands on his chest and pushed away, trying to lower myself on his body, inching my way to my favourite spot.

“I want you in my mouth,” I said.

He gripped my behind forcefully and thrust himself up into my groin.  “No.  I want you here.”

I felt him.  I could feel his hardness underneath the flimsy cloth that was my pajama bottoms and suddenly, instantly, I felt the wetness in between my legs.

I was weak with desire.  Enough time had passed.  I wanted Michael desperately inside.  I succumbed to him.  I let my body  yield completely to his touch.  And Michael knew it.  He sensed it.

Without removing his eyes from mine, he grabbed my hips and moved them on his.  I threw my head back.

“Look at me,” I heard him say.  “Savannah baby, look at me.”

I looked back at Michael, seeing the hunger for me all over his face.  I grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, deep and passionately.  Oh, how I wanted to feel his hardness inside me.  I moved my hips on him and he held on, guiding me, moving my body on him.  He was fully erect underneath his pants and I wanted to pull him free and slide him into my wetness.

“Michael,” I breathed.

“Baby, listen”, he said. “Listen to me, just relax, slow down…let me enjoy you.  I want this to last baby girl, don’t rush us.”  He paused to suck at my throat.  And then….

“Show me how sexy you can be.”

I kept my eyes on him and moved.  I moved my hips over him and allowed him to feel how sexy I was – in between my legs.

He smiled.  “You got it.  Keep moving.”

Michael placed his hands firmly on my ass and led me in movement.  Slowly.  Painstakingly slow.  He moved me up towards him.  I arched my back and and threw my head back.  He pulled me back onto him.

I stopped moving and looked at him again.  “What are you doing?”

“Teasing you,” he said.

“Michael…”

“Shhhh.  I want you to come when I say come.”

I bit my lip.  Dear God.  This was going to be torture.

He lifted me and placed me on my living room floor.  Without skipping a beat, Michael placed his mouth on my breast, over my tank top.  I squirmed.  The feeling of his wet mouth over the thin cloth on my breast was a sensation I’d never felt.  He looked up at me and again, without missing a beat, moved over to the other breast.  Fuck.

I put my hands on his face and guided him up to mine.  I kissed his mouth, his eyes, his cheeks.  I gently nibbled at his jaw and slid my tongue down his neck.  Michael kissed me back.  I closed my eyes and felt his wet mouth on my ear, his tongue darting in and out to tease my flesh.

He turned me over on my stomach and pulled my hands up above my head.  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

I felt Michael move down past my waist and then suddenly, his head was at my pajama waistband.  Ever so slowly he moved, inching his way down until he settled on my ass and bit it, gently.  I straightened myself on the floor, feeling the sexual tension all over my body.  Whatever Michael was up to, he had better finish this up quickly.

He lifted my tank top with his mouth, letting his mouth linger on every exposed part of my back.

I groaned.  This was my weak spot and Michael knew it.

“Michael…”

He moaned but didn’t stop.  He slid his long tongue languidly up my back, making me writhe against the floor.  I tried unsuccessfully to grind on the floor, hoping to cause friction in between my legs.

Michael reached the back of my neck and sucked hard.  I slammed my hands on the floor.

“Fuck,” I yelled.

“Fuck?”, he asked, coming up to whisper close to my face.  “Fuck what baby?”

I opened my eyes so he could see me.  “Fuck you.”

With one quick, swift movement, Michael slid his hand underneath my pussy from behind and held it there.

“You’re so wet baby.  I can feel your wetness through your pants,” he said, pleasantly surprised.

I didn’t say anything.  I couldn’t say anything.

“You want me to fuck you don’t you?”, he asked.

“Uh-huh,” I uttered.

“How?”

“I…I don’t care how.  Michael…”

He moved on top of me from behind and pressed his hardness into my ass.  He was fully erect and I could feel all of him through our clothes.

“I want to fuck you like this,” he teased.  “Do you want me like this Savannah?”

“I don’t care.”  I hated when he teased me.

He raised my ass up to meet him and pressed into me again, this time moving with me, allowing me to feel every inch of his length on me.

This was more torture than I expected.  I got on my back and put my legs around him, inviting him in further.  I started to pull my pajama pants down and he stopped me.

“I told you, you’re going to come when I want you to come,” he whispered.

He laid on top of me and moved, arousing every lustful sensation in my body.  I don’t remember wanting Michael so badly.

“Move with me, let me feel you, let me feel how much you want me baby girl, push that pussy on this dick, come on baby.”

He wanted me to get aggressive, he was taunting me, testing me to see how far I’d go.  I was wet.  I was soaked through my pajamas.  If he pressed up on me a minute longer, I would bust.

Michael dropped his mouth down onto mine.  He licked my mouth, pausing to suck on my lower lip.  He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I returned his kiss.  Deep and passionately and longing, I kissed him, to show him how much I wanted him.

“You feel this?”   He pushed his dick down on my pussy as if he was fucking me hard.  I raised my hips to meet his and felt the pressure of his hardness against my softness.

“Dammit!” I cried out, feeling the warmth in between my legs.  I wanted him to feel my wetness on his dick.  I wanted him to feel how good I felt underneath my clothes.

He laughed.  “I feel how wet you are.  You see how much you’re enjoying this?  Let yourself go.  We don’t need to make love in order to make love.  Show me baby….show me how much you want me.”

To be cont’d……

So Anxious

The beep coming from my cell phone startled me. I looked at the time. Three o’clock. It could only be one person.

‘I want to run my tongue over your clit and slide it into your wet and juicy pussy. I need to see you,’ read the text message.

A smile slowly spread across my face and shivers ran through my body. I placed my chin in my hands and waited. Another message was about to come through. My Michael intuition told me so.

‘I see you naked in front of me. I want to kiss you.’

His choice of words always made the anticipation that much sweeter, that much sexier.

‘I want to lick that part on your back, the spot that makes it arch.’

I thought about his mouth on my back. I sat up straight in my chair.

I hadn’t seen Michael in a while. The mere thought of him brought excitement to my stomach and lust to my loins.

I didn’t reply. Still I waited.

‘I want your legs wrapped tightly around my thighs and your arms around my shoulders as I thrust deeply into you.’

I closed my eyes and imagined his head buried deep in my neck as I held on to his broad shoulders.

‘My place. One hour. Bring that pussy over.’  I knew it.  I knew he’d want to see me.  There it was.  My invitation.

I remained seated and let my mind wander to all the times we’d been together.  This man had me crazy with thoughts of him.  He evoked feelings I didn’t think I’d ever have again.  My body craved his touch, his soft and gentle fingers, caressing my body.  His eyes, so deep and dark and erotic. His mouth, so inviting, so ready for my kisses, always hungry for more.

Our sex was so raw and passionate. He removed all my inhibitions. He made me want to please him in every way imaginable.

I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood up, trying to shake the thoughts of him out of my mind.  I hated him for making me feel this way.  I blamed him for these feelings. Why did he please me so?  Was it just the sex?  Was I mistaking lust for love?  His sex was blinding me, making me think I had deeper feelings for him than what I really did.

“Who cares?”  I said out loud, as if I was trying to convince myself, “Love or no love, there’s a connection.”

My heart jumped at the thought of seeing him in an hour.  I grabbed my keys and practically ran out the door, forcing myself to slow down so as not to make my co-workers question my nervousness.

I was deep in thought during the drive to meet my lover. I found myself thinking about him more and more lately.

I thought of his arms and moaned out loud.

I thought of the way he watches me, always so intently, with a self-satisfying smirk, knowing the reaction he gets from me.  When he looks at me that way, my body tingles, reminds me of what his love-making will bring.

I thought of his legs, clad in dress pants that fit so snug on his body. I thought of how much I enjoy watching them fall to the floor, exposing his dark, muscled legs.

I thought of his mouth.  My God, that mouth.  His perfect, full lips that invite my sucking and licking.  The way he lets me enjoy his mouth until he loses control and needs to kiss me deeper, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as if discovering it for the first time.

I could see his building up ahead.  My stomach did a little turn.  Anticipation. Excitement.  I was so anxious.

I looked around the parking lot to see if he was waiting.  No sign of his Audi.  I glanced in the rear view and applied a quick coat of gloss.  

I got out of the car and made my way over to the front door.  The concierge security recognized me and buzzed me in.

“Good afternoon Ma’am,” said the guard, almost in a sing-song voice.  I smiled and walked past him, turning around just in time to watch him watch me.  I met his gaze and winked.  He didn’t look away until I turned the corner to the elevators.

I waited impatiently for the elevator doors to open.  I wanted to get to Michael’s suite and surprise him naked, in his own bed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and I walked in, pressing the button for the eleventh floor.

The doors were just about to close when I heard the familiar elevator ‘ding’ from outside.  Someone wanted to get on the elevator too.  Damn it.  That meant another stop.  I couldn’t afford any delays.  I took two steps back to allow room for the next occupant.

My heart dropped to the floor when I realized who was standing there, looking back at me, mouth open, eyes filled with surprise.

“Savannah.”

“Michael.”

I dropped my keys and Michael dropped his briefcase.  We stood there, staring at each other.  I watched as he skimmed my body, igniting the fire within me, making my body want to reach out to his.  I took in his pin-striped dark suit, his white dress shirt and gray tie.  I almost melted imagining what was under that shirt.  He reached out to touch my hair and instinctively, my head turned to feel his hand.  He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me towards him.  The elevator door closed behind him.

“Mic….” The rest of his name was swallowed by his mouth as his head came down on me hard, pressing my lips to his, his tongue instantly probing and kissing. I moaned under his kiss and I know he felt my weakness.  He held me tighter, not releasing his grip on my hair.

“I’ve missed you,” he groaned in between kisses. “I’ve missed this mouth.”  He stopped long enough to look into my eyes.  “Your eyes, I’ve missed your eyes,” and bent down to kiss each eyelid.

I kissed him again, biting on his lower lip, sucking it and pulling it into my mouth.

He let one hand slide down my back while the other stayed on the back of my head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being held by my lover.

His hand trailed lower down my back until finally I felt his hand on my ass.  He squeezed. “Mmm, I’ve definitely missed this,” he said.

The feelings were too much to bear.  I grabbed his head and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and wrapping it around his own.  I moved back and forth, sucking on his tongue teasingly, to remind him of what else I could do.

Michael moaned out loud and I almost thanked the heavens out loud that I wore a dress to the office today.

I tugged at his belt.  He removed his suit jacket and let it drop carelessly to the floor.  I pulled at his tie, just enough to get to the shirt buttons.  Quickly and swiftly I moved, wanting to take him all in right at this moment.  I undid the buttons and slid my hands into his shirt. Michael couldn’t control his moaning.  I lifted his shirt just enough to expose his nipples and licked him, ever so slowly.

“Baby,” he said, “You’re driving me crazy.  We’re not going to make it upstairs.” Again, that feeling in my chest, that rollercoaster ride feeling, anticipating what was next.

He moved his hands down over my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the bulge in between his legs through my dress.  Now it was my turn to moan. I pulled him harder against me, hoping to feel his hardness against me to relieve some strain.

He pulled at the hem of my dress and slowly raised it above my thighs.  I didn’t stop him.  He lifted his face away from mine, allowing me just the right amount of time to be able to read the hunger in his eyes.  Michael came down on my mouth again, this time hungrier than before.  His hands didn’t stop their caressing on my ass, their squeezing and probing.  Quickly he moved one hand in between my legs and moaned when he realized how wet my panties were.

“Baby, you’re so wet.  You’ve missed me too haven’t you?  You want this dick up inside you?”

I stood there, lips slightly parted, waiting for Michael’s next move.

Michael pushed me into the corner and quickly got on his knees. He lifted my dress high enough to have full access to me.  He grabbed one leg and slipped off my shoe, placing it on his shoulder.  He put his face into my panties and inhaled deeply.

“Savannah,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

I knew what was coming next.  My body was on fire, I could almost feel the wetness running out of me.  I wanted his mouth on me.  I looked down at Michael.

He pulled my panties to the side and dipper his mouth into me, licking and sucking and kissing.  I held on to the elevator banister for support, afraid my knees would buckle from the way he was making me feel.

I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him in deeper, feeling the vibration of his moan against my clit.  I moaned with him.

Michael continued his sweet mouth love on my me until he knew I was ready.  Just as I felt the waves of pleasure rolling onto me, I pushed him away and pulled him up to his feet.  I was throbbing, I needed to feel his hardness inside.  I frantically pulled his pants down and slid my hands into his boxers, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me.

I wanted him inside.  My body was aching for him.  I looked deep into his eyes and grabbed his dick in between my hands.  I massaged and caressed and watched as he threw his head back in pleasure.

I lifted my leg and looked in his eyes…

Michael took control.  He positioned himself in between my legs and held onto my hips.  Ever so sweetly, he pushed into me.

We moaned in unison.

“Michael,” I whispered, “I can’t take it. Please.  My body.  Fuck me Michael….please just fuck me.  Let me feel you rip me apart.  I want your dick up inside me, I want you to feel me, please Michael, I don‘t care if it hurts,” I begged.

He looked at me, looking for reassurance in my eyes.  I smiled and then kissed him, deep and hard.

At that moment, Michael plunged into me and I cried out.  He covered my mouth with his hand and I moaned against it. The pleasure that had been building up the last three weeks was almost too much to bear and the pain of his heaviness inside me made my head spin with desire.

Michael didn’t stop.  I moved my hips with his, biting down on his hand in order to control the moans of pleasure that were escaping my throat.

He moved his free hand down to my ass again, this time to help control my movements.  The pressure of him inside me and his hand on my ass were bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I could feel my wetness dripping over his dick and I wanted so much to get on my knees but I knew Michael wasn’t going to let me get away.

Again, the pulsing began.  Michael looked down at me.  He removed his hand from my mouth, only to replace it with his lips, his tongue deep into my mouth, sucking on my tongue.

“Baby,”  I whimpered in between kisses.

“Yes baby,” he moaned, slightly out of breath. “Baby, promise me you won’t scream.  Please promise me you won’t scream,” he said.

“Oh God Michael, I…” I couldn’t control my sounds.  He drove me crazy.  Why was he asking me this?

“Fuck it,” he muttered.  And then suddenly, right then, he moved his other hand to my ass, pushed up for leverage and wrapped both my legs around him.  I threw my head back and reached my arms around his shoulders and bounced on him, enjoying the full thrusts deep into my body.

I arched my back, trying to get him deeper inside me still. I placed my hands behind me, feeling for the elevator support and let him guide me .

“Oh dear, sweet, sweet lover of mine,” I groaned deep in my throat, trying hard to keep my sound down.  Michael bounced me on his dick, up and down, as fast as he could, my body thrashing wildly against him, my hair in my face.

“Baby girl,” he moaned, the tone low in his voice. “You’re going to make me come,” he said.  I smiled.

“Michael, you’re going to make me…”

And then, just then, our bodies bouncing wildly, sweat on Michael’s face, I felt Michael pulse uncontrollably inside me. He kissed me, moaning into my mouth, his tongue licking at my lips.  He pushed into me one last time and then he came. He moaned into my mouth again, louder and deeper.

I moved my face away from his mouth. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Keep moving baby.  Oh my.  Oh Michael.”  I was gasping for breath now, my mouth dry from panting, still bouncing wildly on Michael, feeling his still hard cock inside. I slowed down my pace, slow enough to let him feel my insides pulsing on his dick.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look into my eyes.  Let me feel you baby.  Let me watch you.”

I looked deeply into his eyes, allowing my whole being to reach out to his, still grinding on his dick, wetness flowing into each other, my pussy tight around him, still throbbing.  Finally, I stopped moving.

Michael put my legs down ever so gently, straightened my panties and my dress and then zipped up his pants.  He hugged me tightly to him, letting his hands move  down across my back.  I kissed his ear, his neck, his throat and then his mouth.

Finally, when we came apart, he spoke.

“Going up?”

Telephone Love

“Hello?”

“Hey baby”, that voice. Damn his sexy voice. I could recognize it anywhere. Deep and smooth. Like a silk scarf down your naked back.

“Michael.”

“I hear your smile.”

I laughed. “I know you do.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Michael! That’s so cliché! I’m in the office. What do you think I’m wearing?”

“Entertain me baby, it’s been a long day”.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No. I want to talk about your pussy and how wet it gets.”

“Hush now!” I said, trying to ignore the feelings that his words brought me.

“Like how it’s already wet.”

“It just throbbed.”

“If it’s throbbing, it means it needs something in it. I believe it’s calling for something that would thrust deep and hard continuously.”

“Why not deep and slow Michael?”

“I can go hard and slow in your throbbing pussy and you know it. I aim to please and you baby, are so easy to please.”

I closed my office door. “I hate you for arousing these feeling inside my mind and my body.”

“What feelings would that be? Lust? Raw, sexual desire? Vulnerability?”

“Those words just flowed out of your mouth, didn’t they?”

“Yep. And I could drop a few more if you want.”

“Go on. Let me hear it.”

“Aggravation, frustration, neediness, selfishness…you’re feeling it all aren’t you Savannah? Craving, yearning, longing, wanting. Hate. Maybe even love.”

My breath caught in my throat. Love. Damn it.

He continued. “Why are you so silent? Are you thinking about me? Thinking of my hand in between your thighs?” He was so oblivious to my feelings.

“You don’t know how bad this pussy throbs for you. Only you. You make me wet and crazy and wild.”

I heard a shuffling. Then, “Damn baby, thinking about you wet and crazy and wild made me hard. Sit down; this could take a while.”

I did as he commanded, as if he was there, guiding me.

“I want your juicy pussy. In my mouth. On my dick. I want to kiss you, tongue kiss you deep.”

My mouth opened instantly at the thought. “I hate you Michael.”

“I want to hear you say that as you pound on my dick. With every thrust. And as you scream it louder, I’ll fuck you harder, from behind, while I grab your hair and pull it back. Where’s your free hand?”

“It’s in between my legs,” I whispered.

“Touch yourself.”

“I can’t,” I moaned.

“Yes you can. Lock the door, close the blinds and touch yourself. Do it.”

Again, as if in a trance, I walked over to the door, locked it and closed the blinds. I didn’t even care if anyone was watching at this point. I wanted to hear Michael continue…..

“Pants or a skirt?”

“Pants.”

“Underwear?”

“No.”

I heard his sharp intake of breath. “You’re not wearing underwear? That’s my girl.  This just got better baby. Put your hand inside your pants. Remember last week, when I was going crazy on your pussy? Remember how much you told me you loved my mouth on you? And what I was doing to you? Think about that. Put your hand inside your pants and tell me what you feel.”

I slid down into my chair, allowing myself easier access. I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand inside.

“What do you feel Savannah? Describe to me what you feel.”

“I, um, oh this is so crazy,” I stuttered, wishing hard that Michael was there doing it for me.

“Yes, we’re crazy. I’m crazy for that pussy baby and you want this dick. I’m hard. I’m ready to fuck you. Do you want to fuck Savannah?”

I nodded my head, silently, as if he could see me.

“I know you want to fuck me. You want to climb on this dick and ride it don’t you? Tell me what you feel on your fingers.”

He was breathing faster, I could hear it. I loved our passion. I loved how quickly he turned me on, how sensual he made me feel…..and I didn’t even have to think about our sex, just his face. His pretty yet manly, defined face, that mouth, those full lips demanding my own mouth on his.

“What do you feel Savannah? Tell me.”

“I don’t know, I, my fingers aren’t there yet….Michael, why don’t you just come by? Do this for me.”

“No. I want to hear you on the phone. Come on baby, let’s make love….let’s have some phone sex.  You’ve done it before, remember?”

I smiled. I thought back to the time I called his phone and left him a voicemail. I remembered the day perfectly. He was stressed at work, trying to close a business deal and he had been in and out of meetings. It was my day off and I had been laying lazily in bed. Thoughts of my lover had come to mind and I let my hands wander. That’s when I decided to call him and surprise him with that sweet voicemail.

“Yes, I remember, you still have it saved on your phone don’t you?”

“I do baby. But now I get to hear you live and you can help me out. Come on.”

“Michael…?”, I asked, getting into my visual mode and thinking of his body.

“Yeah baby?” That voice.

“What do you want?”, I asked again in my bedroom voice.

“I want you straddling my hips as you run your hands on my body and place your soft, gentle kisses all over my face the way you do. I want those soft kisses to change into your erotic kisses, when you dart your tongue in and out of your mouth as you kiss me.” I heard the sharp intake of breath again. “God, I love those. I love when you’re getting turned on and all you want to do is lick me, lick my lips.”

I thought about kissing him. This time I took a deep breath in.

“I got you where I want you”, he said.

“Do you? How so lover?”

“There’s no going back Savannah. You need to help me out. I’m sitting in my car, with a stiff dick, ready to fuck the hate out of you. You need to make me come. I want your mouth on mine, I want to grab your hair and pull it back, I want to expose your throat and kiss you there. I want to run my tongue up to your ear and bite your earlobe. I want to lick you from behind, let my tongue slide just enough to hear you moan out loud.”

I moaned uncontrollably.

“Yes baby, just like that. I love the way you moan. I love the way you scream my name when you come. I want to lick you, I want my tongue inside you, just the way you like it and roll it around just enough to keep your juices flowing.”

I urgently pulled my pants down to my hips. As much as I didn’t want to do this, I couldn’t control it. My mind was reeling. Michael wasn’t touching me, his words were. His words were caressing my body and my mind was bringing me to memories of sexual bliss, of what could be if he was with me. I sat there, my head thrown back, as if allowing Michael complete access to my neck the way he wanted. My free hand had started it’s journey, lingering just above where pleasure was guaranteed.

“Touch it,” he said. “I want to know how wet you are.”

I moaned softly this time and slowly let my finger glide inside. Thoughts automatically rushed to that feeling….the feeling when he first enters me.

“Ohhhhh Michael,” escaped my lips.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I’m so wet baby, “ I whispered. “It’s so wet for you Michael. I want your mouth here.”

“You want my mouth on you sweetness? Want me to rub my lips on that clit? I’ll slowly run my tongue up and around it, just the way you like it. I’ll stick my tongue up in there as far as it will go. Taste it. Let me hear you taste it.”

I brought my finger up to my mouth and slowly licked the tip, as if I was putting on a show for my lover. I stuck my tongue out and licked and sucked my finger, allowing Michael to hear every lick and smack of my lips.

“Baby, I’m so sweet,” I managed to say in between licks. “I want more.”

“Do it again. Push your finger inside. Put two fingers. Get them all juicy and wet and let me hear you lick it.”

I did as he said, letting two fingers slide inside. I stretched my legs out, allowing the pleasure to overtake complete control of my body. I moved my fingers, pushing them in as far as I could.

“Let me hear you moan Savannah.”

“Michael”, I panted, my heart thumping a little bit louder at my chest. “I want you so bad Michael”, I said, emphasizing every word.

“I want to fuck you from behind, I want to hear your ass smack against me. I want to grind on you hard and fast, until you pull away from the pain.”

I groaned loudly.

“You’re going to make me come like that Savannah.”

“Good. Come Michael. Let me hear you scream my name the way you do. I want to grab your head and pull you towards me. I want to kiss your mouth and bite your lips and suck on your tongue. Then I want to suck on your dick. You feel that baby? Can you feel my tongue on your dick the way you like it? Feel my tongue lick the length of your shaft? I want to lick you Michael, I want to run my tongue all over your body until your toes curl. I want to rub you and caress you and make you moan.”

My movements were controlled now, my fingers sliding in and out rhythmically.

“I want to ride you. I want to bounce up and down on your dick while my breasts dance in front of your face. I want your mouth biting my nipples, gently first, then harder. I want you to suck on them harder.”

Michael was moaning loudly and it made me more excited. I wanted him bad.

“I want to suck you, take you deep in my throat while I play with your balls then slowly slide your dick out while I make sure you feel my tongue slide down your shaft. I’ll keep it wet in my mouth baby. I want that hardness in my mouth. I want that dick now in my pussy. It’s throbbing baby, thinking about that good dick inside me. Slide it in and take it out and put it in my mouth so I can taste myself off of you. Kiss me. Tongue kiss me deep so you can taste me.”

“Savannah, I wish I could taste you right now.  I love the way you work your tongue on my cock baby.”

“My fingers are wet baby. My pussy is throbbing. If we keep this up, I’m going to explode.”

“No, wait,” he pleaded. “I want to take you on your back and throw those legs over my shoulders. I want to tongue fuck you while I play with your clit.”

I was breathing deeper now, my eyes closed, my head resting on my chair as I sat there, pants down to my hips, with my fingers deep inside my most precious pleasure area.

“I can’t have this baby. I want you here, now. I want your body on top of mine. I want to feel you deep inside. This isn’t going to satisfy me. I want all of you. Your mouth, your hands, your dick. I want it all Michael. I want you as deep as you can possibly go. Fuck me Michael please?” I was whispering loudly, moaning, whining almost, the desire and lust audible in my voice.

“Your pussy is so good to me. I want to thrust up inside you until you scream. I want to move with you, grind up against your hips while I kiss on your neck.”

“I want to bite your shoulders Michael. I want to hold on to your arms and rock back and forth with you. I want to feel you deep inside, until you hit my spot…”

Right then, as I said ’hit my spot’, I felt the waves rush over me. “Michael,” I said.

“Oh baby, you sound so good. Let me hear you come. Let me hear you moan my name baby. Can you feel this cock inside you? You’ve got me so hard right now baby. I want to get it inside you and fuck you until you scream.”

I moved my fingers faster. My head was still thrown back, my mouth semi-open and my tongue continuously licking my lips. I wanted Michael in my mouth and in my pussy. The thought of him and his kisses and his mouth and his dick were bringing me over the edge. I was going to come right then, sitting in my office on my office chair and there was no holding back.

I struggled to keep the phone to my ear but I wanted Michael to hear me. He was moaning my name over and over again, I knew he must be close to coming.

“Baby, this pussy is so wet for you. I want your dick inside me. I want it in my mouth. I want you pressing heavy on me baby, dear Michael, I want you please.” I tried to keep my voice at a low level but I knew how uncontrollable I could get. “Michael…” My fingers continued their thrusting as I moved my body with my hand. Michael was at the brink of satisfaction and I wanted to come with him.

I wanted him there, I wanted his body on top of mine, I needed to feel him. I let my phone rest on my shoulder and placed my free hand on top of my other hand and pressed deeper inside. With one final thrust, I came, tensing up my body and sitting still, motionless, feeling my orgasm on my fingers, my muscles clenching and tightening.  And at that moment, I heard Michael:

“Savannah baby, oh fuck, yes, you feel so good, suck it, suck that dick baby, take it deep, oh yes, baby, take it, take it all, oh yes,” and then his moaning.

I sat there, trying to catch my breath, my fingers still inside me, as I waited for the pulsing to subside. I could hear Michael on the other end, panting, also trying to catch his breath.

And then he laughed, that deep and sexy laugh of his and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Baby girl,” he said.

“Hmmm,” I replied lazily.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

I smiled.

“Savannah?“

“Yes baby?“ I asked, my eyes still closed, my mouth still formed into a smile.

“I can hear you smiling.”