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Instacart Girl

Normally... i don't believe in letting others pick up my groceries.

Things have changed.

The first time, she caught my eye with the shy smiles during the otherwise professional transaction.

The second time she spoke. Her accent gave away Oriental. Something I didn't catch at first. I told her i was running an orphanage. That answer earned me her number, so that next time I saw her, she wouldn't be working.

Was what she said.

The third time: she looks up at me from where she was between my legs. Her eyes dlook more Asian from this light. Her hair definitely had that gorgeous black sheen. Slips thru my fingers when i try to yank her away from my swollen clit. She laughs and says something in her native language and buries herself again. Her tongue is fucking amazing.

She knew what she was doing and I hated how successful she was. Sneaky lil ninja. Played coy and cute all thru dinner, then after 4 shots just could not keep her hands to herself.

I imagine the sight we made at the door of the restaurant trying to walk out tongue tied at the same time. Then on my car where she got even more excited from the attention we were getting. She got a lil more demanding as I finished a cigarette, sucking on my neck and shit giving breathy little moans about how she couldn't wait this and hurry please that.

And damn she was working for it.....baby worked good as i silently enjoyed the 2nd orgasm she delivered. With a good grip of the strands, i made a ponytail and pulled her up towards me.

She liked that.

Her lips formed a pout, eyebrows drawn together in mock pain.

"Ouch" was a moan as I pulled her completely on top of me to devour those pert lips but kept my hand tangled in her hair. She moaned in my mouth as my other hand stroked in between her thighs.

Soaked delight.

My pointer finger tickled her clit for a second before i applied pressure and speed. She rocked into it, mouth dropping open in such a sexy face. I tightened my grip and yanked her head back exposing her throat and breasts to my teeth. #notyet. So barely just a pressured lick on the base of her neck and she gasped into a squeal. i felt her body clench and spasm with her first O for the night before she lost strength and fell forward on me.

I released her hair and she tried to nuzzle underneath my neck as if to cuddle.

Like we were done.

I edged away, hearing her dazed sounding "Where u goin"

She'd find out soon enough as i got myself together and made it back to the bed just as she rolled over onto her stomach.

Mmmm...so tempting this little ass of hers. Mine was nowhere near toned and hers was toned too much. So stiff. So....rigid.

I grinned before nipping the small curve of her right cheek. She jumped and i swore I saw some jiggle. So i do the same on the other cheek. This time she let out a soft moan and reaaaally relaxes spreading her arms out onto the sheets in front and arching her lower back up. She wanted this.

I let my mouth keep exploring. Conscious of how her breathing slows down and speeds up as i trace her entire ass with nips and sucks. "Miss-" "Sshh"

I cut her off before she could ruin the mirage by uttering the name I introduced myself with.

My nips grew more sharp wrenching several surprised gasps and whimpers from her. I loved what I was seeing. From the goosebumps that traveled up her spine each time my lips grew close to her asshole and from the glisten that had slowly seeped onto her shaved pussy.

Mama had the prettiest pussy I've ever seen

Clean shaven and lighter than the rest of her olive skin. The lips barely existed, looking delicate wet and blushed.

"On your knees" whispered against her ass. She did what i asked, looking over her shoulder in anticipation her brown eyes curious.

And now they were crossed-as my tongue licks from her clit through her wet slit all the way up her peeking hole. I spread her cheeks, nibbling away at the sensitive skin inside. Her moans were a mix of "please" "no" and "not there" but i kept it up, sliding two fingers into her exposed sopping pussy as i ignored the pleas

Finding pleasure in her reaction and as always in my work as she came undone by a couple deeper licks.

I didn't let her recover, the handheld 7 inch wasn't too thick, thick enough to make her arch up and choke on her own cry as i thrust the entire length into her pussy. She tried to run but she was smaller than me and I held her down, left hand on her lower back owning that shit with malice.

Fuck.

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Trust Me

"I have a surprise for you" she said suddenly as they lay in bed one night. Love making had ended and she couldn't help but factualize:  they were getting predictable and he was getting bored. She could tell by the bond they shared as friends. Little signs given when the lights would go down. She hated when he got bored. Made her feel boring. Something she was definitely not.

But hard to remember: what with the kids, the socials, the businesses, the travelling. All that included- they fucked when they could. But it wasn't even fucking anymore.

He was wary of surprises. He didnt like them. But he listened to her plan brows furrowed til the end. "You will hear yes. But you wont speak. Not a sound...if u can. Deal?"

He didn't answer then but the way his eyes lit up let her know, how much he still appreciated her. And that was enough.

A couple nights later with no touching each other he rested at the house, in the closet as instructed. It was going on 1 am and to be honest his nerves near bout cracked. Until he heard the front door. And all the giggling.

Action.

His mate led the unsuspecting female to their bed. She was an interesting pick. The complete opposite of his chosen- this female was taller and more slender with small curves. She was dark and her hair hidden in an interesting light blue wig. The color contrast was enough to make his dick jump and then his mate pushed the female onto the bed roughly and he saw that her eyes were gray.

He was up in a kneeling position now. Still hidden as he watched her yank the female's short dress up with a passion he felt a bit jealous of. The female's response completed that jealousy. She moaned. And panted as his mate pressed kisses and bites along her inner thighs.

He wish he could get a closer look but instead he inched his hand down towards his growing erection as sounds of wetness filled the air suddenly when his mate found her prize, slurping the instant orgasm from the female and pumping her small fingers in and out of that snatch with some authority.

She always joked about how they were small but mighty. He saw that now as the female wailed underneath the onslaught and mumbled in some gibberish he couldn't hear.

His mate laughed a little and kissed her way up the female's body. They tongue tied for a couple seconds and he watched her pull the front of female's dress down with no problem, insecurity or hesitation. Her roughness with this girl was clearly getting everyone off in the room.

She nibbled her way down to the female's nipples and he thought that he heard "i bet u missed this" from her but it was suddenly  drowned by gasps and cries from the arching female beneath her.

He saw his mate push the girl's abdomen down where she rose trying to get away from those. destructive fingers. The action was sexy enough for him to really start pumping his dick before he suddenly heard her voice in his head, snickering "Hold out kid. Keep watching."

So he did..and saw that his mate had them turned around now. What had he missed??

The female was lowering herself on a pretty impressive blue penis? That suddenly had emerged from his mate's groin.

A strap.

Fuck.

He stared now as the female fully landed and began to ride his mate. She started slow and like a nigga, his mate put her arms behind her head and watched.

He would ask about that later.

But now she was bout the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The intense way she stared up at this girl talkin shit with intent. And the female's replies were hot too and rooted with breathy moans

Oh shit.

His mate had the female by the waist now. And was grinding up into her. He recognized that move and felt a swell of pride. His mate was still such a teacherstudent learning from him.

The female's response was another shuddering explosive orgasm. It landed her forward so their breasts rubbed against one another.

He had to bite back a moan of his own.

The female pressed kisses into his mate's lips like she owned her and surprisingly he felt that unfamiliar surge of jealousy again. Then he heard the question. "Do you trust me?"

The female's answer was a breathless 'yes'.

His mate's eyes went past the female to the mirror on the dresser where their eyes met and her eyebrow arched up.

Wordlessly she began fucking the female again keeping their bodies pressed together.

He emerged silently and placed one knee on the bed behind the girls noting how his mate's pace didnt change even tho the female tensed a little.

His mate soothed her by wrapping her arms around the females neck. Holding them close.

"Be a good girl for me babes. You can do it." His mate whispered in the female's ear. Loud enough for him to hear it.

He spat on his hand and slathered his dick with it -even tho the combined wetness of the females should have been enough lubrication- he didn't want to leave an inconsiderate impression.

The female mumbled something only she could hear and his mate chuckled. "Bite me when it hurts. No breaks."

Some secret message between them.

Her movement paused enough for him to press his head against the female's asshole. She stilled completely as he pressed his way in.

Keeping his eyes on his mate's, they were glazing over with either pleasure or pain (most likely both) from the way female's teeth embedded themselves in her throat.

His mate kept whispering praise and motivation into the female's ear until he bottomed out.

Feeling the girl shudder around him relaxed him enough to know that she wasn't rejecting this idea. His mate had proven before to be a little too spontaneous at times.

"Good girl," said his mate and was his permission to move as the female released the grip her teeth had and dropped her head with a satisfied groan.

He allowed himself full pleasure from this point while staring at the bite mark left on his mate's throat. A little blood where the skin did break. He swelled with more than pride and started off his his strokes as such. Had to make his girl proud-make her pain worth it.

The female's moans had become cries and pleas now as they both rocked into her. He felt the protrusion between a thin layer of flesh and almost bust each time he brushed against it. Clearly it was getting to be too much for the female tho as his mate ceased moving all together, instead kissing and sucking the female's skin wherever she could reach.

His hands slipped around the female's waist to cup her breasts. They were smaller than his mate's and more firm. He pinched her hardened nipples and strengthened his stroke in both depth and intensity. Keeping care to make his grunts animalistic as he pounded her asshole and revered how well her tiny body took him. How her ass suctioned around his dick he could see the pucker stretch with each thrust.

Her cries were something he'd never hear or allow from his mate. It was a different feeling. Caused a restlessness that required his immediate attention and release. One hand slipped past her nipples to where their pelvises would have  touched- had the female not been embedded on the solid toy. Soaked between the two. His fingers flicked each clitoris earning a muffled moan from his mate and the female pushing back against him in response.

Interesting. He rubbed his mate's swollen clit for a couple seconds noting her hitched breathing and the way her nails dug into the female's back. The female felt that and the renewed vigor of his thrusts and began to shake right on time as his mate bit back her own low pitched whine as he witnessed wetness seep from her neglected pussy.

He'd reward her good later.

For now the female slumped forward from her own orgasm. He was.....extremely satisfied as he humped into her a couple more times before feeling the first spurts of his cum douse her insides.

He pulled out slowly gripping the base of his dick to slow the cumflood from him. She fell against his mate who wrapped around her immediately almost protectively.

He didn't wait for instruction but backed out the room headed to the shower his brain barely comprehending what just happened.

A couple hours later after she had taken the female home and come back, he rested balls deep inside of his mate. Sweat from their silent intense coupling had the sheets wet again as orgasm after orgasm rippled through them both. He finally sated his desire, grinding slowly into her. Foreheads pressed together.

"My turn to say thank you...." He whispered.

She giggled against his lips to shield a breathless 'ah' as his rough pubic hair brushed her sensitive clit.

"My pleasure babes,"

Her legs went from his shoulders to wrap around his waist as he flooded her pussy for the second time since her return and she relaxed comfortable with his weight on her. They were closer than ever and had added yet another layer to their awesome relationcake.

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Different Form

You would never beg

No matter the outfit she wore. The pretty and intimidating make up. Or the fact that the heel of her incredibly sexy stiletto was burying in your shoulder.

That didn't hurt.

But the sight you've been forced to stare at going on 10 minutes had your erection leaking and throbbing for attention.

She put some form of ring around the base of your dick with her tongue at first. Had your guard down so low you didnt feel the slip of the cuffs around your wrist to the headboard.

You were stuck.

And her knee on your other shoulder prevented you from touching yourself.

That and her strict orders "not too"

Her pussy was close. And so wet from the control she had. She'd been teasing you with her fingers and your tongue for what seemed like forever.

The taste of her made you want to break free and give her what she deserved for tricking you. But the anticipation and build up so far...had been worth it.

You would never beg.

Even as she lowered herself on your face again and winded her pussy against your lips. Sure you could keep your mouth closed. Make her mad. But thats for another time. These acts had made you want her. Right then. And you'd do what she wanted. Just not beg.

She started grinding on your face harder as you nipped sucked and licked any bit of flesh that you could. But she was the one really in control

You wish you could grab her waist and hold her still but you didnt wanna ruin her fun.

Before you could drown

She slipped down your body directly onto the beyond hard length of your manhood

The intense feeling of sudden sheath and wet heat made you almost cry. The moan escaping you was motivation for her to brace herself on your chest, hook her feet underneath your thighs and

Ride

That

Dick.

She was fluid. Literally as she pushed her weight down and gave you complete yet restricted access to her deepest walls

Her gasps became moans as you pulled her down by her neck with your free hand and humped into her with limited yet forceful thrusts her boobs slapping you each movement

She whispered your name

And you exploded. With a yell. Seeing stars. The whole 9.

May have passed out

And when you woke up. You were free. And she was gone.

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Home Feels Like...

Set after Season 1 Episode 4: Rubberneck

 Asa had his ass handed to him. In more ways than one. The session with Gwin was a goodbye and he barely felt her rocking against him. Didn’t feel her warmth. There was no joy in it for him. And once she was done, she pulled down her dress and walked away. Never to come back. No she would be married soon. To Foster.

He didn’t feel anything at this point. No ache from his face or ribs. The night was getting cold, he knew because there were no birdsongs that night as he wandered through the woods. He went this way and that no real direction no real reason or meaning.

Asa wasn’t headed down the mountain- he was headed up. Wandering. Drinking. Farrell Wine was best this way. In his sorrow and alone.

 A figure hit him suddenly sending his body flying. Instinctively he hit the ground, rolled and launched back at the unknown assailant with a barrage of wild fists searching for a target. Didn’t find one.

Instead wild laughter and a blow to the back of the head. Caused him to spill the bottle. And land face down.

“My oh my Asa Farrell. Never thought to get the upper hand like this.”

The familiarity-or maybe it was the way his face hit the dirt made his head spin. “Leda??” he spat dirt and something that felt like part of a tooth.

She crouched down and tilted her head at him. All a mess of dark twists and leaves. Her dark eyes always fascinated him. In this light and in his haze, they reflected the sunlight-gold and green flecks speckling the dark.

“Pst. U awake?”

“What the FUCK are you doin here??” he was up now, seated criss cross, hand pressed against his temple.

She sat back on her heels and tilted her head the other way- wrinkling her nose. “I said I’d always find ya before ya lost yourself dummy. I never break a promise.”

“Yea? Where were ya 8 months ago when I held a gun to my head.” He ground out.

 She smiled. “See you found your way back.”

He looked at her then. She sat across from him, head still tilted. She looked exactly the same when he first met her. His first week in civilization. She had the same baggy cameo cargos, black tank top, jean jacket, black sneakers. Her hair was different. From the shaggy black and red mass to twists of different sizes. Some was tied up, some was loose. Her hat was on backwards for once.

Something about her teeth always looked feral to him. Small for her plumplicious lips. She took him in, learned his stories, got him a license, and signed him for school. Then she disappeared. Her flat was his-until he joined the military.

When he got out…life would never be the same. He was haunted…by the people he killed, by the things he did under orders. There was a void he couldn’t fill after that. couldn’t hold a job. Couldn’t sit still enough to have a stable place. He wasted what money he had on liquor, drugs and women trying to rid himself of whatever  he felt.

She found him again. That or he wandered aimlessly back to her flat one night on a bender. She was the same. Hair different that time too-she had it cut short. A buzz almost. With bangs. Red and back bangs. She nursed him back to health and all. Through the withdrawals. The pains. She fed him, washed him, held him through the screams and dreams. He never thought to ask her why. Jus…

He blinked. Leda was on her feet in a defensive crouch- her eyes scanning the woods behind him. “Wha-” “Shut up, someone followed you. Drunker than you are.” She whispered.

 “How does she do that?” Big Foster came out of nowhere. Drawling. The gun pointed at Leda’s chest.

Asa was up in an instant. Leda, slowly. Eyes trained on the gun. Darkening slowly.

“Foster, this here my friend-”

“No darkies should have followed you up my mountain.” Foster said matter-factly.

 “Darky?!” Leda all but sputtered and moved forward to be stopped by Asa’s arm and the click from the hammer.

“I will shoot her”

“He would shoot you.” Asa muttered. “Stay behind me and listen.”

 Asa moved into the line of fire and Foster cocked a grin.

“Willin to die for this girl?”

“Sure am.”

“And yer precious red head?”

“Belongs to yer son. Put the gun up, Foster.”

 Asa wasn’t even tipsy anymore. He could feel Leda’s breath behind him-it was slowing down. He could practically hear her brain clicking-formulating some plan. Which would end with them both getting shot and a dead or dying Foster. Shit he wasn’t trying to explain to anyone. “The gun Foster, she ain harmin no one.”

Foster tilted the weapon instead, drunkenly trying to aim around Asa’s body. “what harm could she do? She so small-what is she a middy? They call em?”

Asa didn’t answer but stepped back. Like a shadow, Leda did too.

Big Foster ‘hmphed’ before whirling around, “Haul them back to camp boys,” he commanded.

His friends suddenly circled them. Asa groaned as Leda’s breathing stopped all together.

 And now…they had to fight.

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Punishment pt. 2

She couldnt help the feelings that overwhelmed her. It had been days of steely silence and bare minimum conversation.

She who damaged his pride, knew it was up to her to show true submission for his forgiveness. It started off with a text and a picture of some rope he thought was buried.

"Papa, please."

That got his attention. She wasn't being that mature woman with life down to a science

No she was showing him what he needed to see….something he was afraid he'd lost.

He hurried home- the dominant male within rising every second as he imagined what his female had to offer him. Mouth watering from the possibilities

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight upon entering the house. On the couch bent over legs spread she lay. Still. wrists behind her back draped loosely waiting to be tied. Naked. Except those ropes and...he stepped closer to see a bit of color vibrating in his girl's ass.

To top it off, she was blindfolded.

She couldnt see his smile of approval or his shiver of anticipation as he made his presence known now. With a low whistle.

Noting how she perked up with excitement.

Next to the couch were several play toys she'd dug up. A strap. A belt. He went to a favorite. A paddle. Not too thick or too wide. But when used correctly, would leave an imprint of his name". He chose this one.

She felt the weight of the paddle against her cheeks and shuddered but knew not to speak until his command. The first smack was a test. Enough for her to expose the vibrator nestled deep within. As sexy as it was...it was still cheating to him.

He wanted her to feel him and only him.

A couple more harder smacks accompanied him thrusting the vibrator in motion. Deep and hard. In tuned with the spanking. She tries to keep up with gasps but began to push back as it became too much.

He decides when its too much. He paused and tied her wrists tight without thinking. The vibrator had to go. The paddle too. And then it was him. His thick mushroom head pressed against the small brown hole and he hissed as he pushed himself inside. He held her wrists tight with one hand her waist with the other. His nails dug into her flesh but their breath was one and was held as he breached into her tightest entrance with one solid thrust.

Her "fuck" was his permission. Once he seated in her ass and felt her walls clench around him, felt his waist rub against her smooth cheeks he grabbed those mounds and drew out slowly watching the pucker hold onto his length. It was too much.

He rammed into her. Nothing to make him jam nothing to stop him -cramp his size or prevent him from owning her. Fully.

Nothing felt but sheer ecstasy and heat

Tight surrender as they became one with every demanding penetration.

Her cries were melodic grunts of passion as she relinquished all thoughts other than his. For his pleasure. For his will.

And it felt good. Him pressed against her grinding deep into her, biting the back of her shoulders and neck. Words incomprehensible as he gave another barrage of short punishing thrusts.

She didn't cry. She took it. And begged for more. Begged his forgiveness. Begged him to use her.

He would. And did. Pushing her onto her back without second thought her arms above her head, her legs above his. The thrusts becoming deeper and forcing him to wanna shoot into her. To fill up that hole and watch his seed drip out.

A thumb dipped in and out of her mouth-as his thrusts slowed at this new angle. Wasnt hurting her-double checking her facial expressions. The sensation fueled and rekindled the need to fuck her. Until she couldn't breathe without thinking of him.

He leaned back and toyed with her clit feeling her wetness seep from her actionless pussy and add to the lubrication of her ass. He started up again. Pounding deep. Measureless. Her scream was caught in a kiss. Just a reminder.

Allow his feelings to be verbalized in sound. Whines. Growls. She bit her lip to prevent crying out again. As he ravished her hard. Into the couch. With his teeth he took off the blindfold to look into the eyes of the one he'd chosen. The one who could take him as she took every stroke and coaxed him to cum. Praised him as he beat her. And encouraged his abuse as she shattered around him a continuous flood of pleasure...his orgasm was intense and explosive. Wave after wave flowed from him into her until he collapsed and her arms cradled his head to her chest kissing his forehead. Her body still trembling from aftershocks….rocked them to sleep.

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One Night Stand

Imagination on point

Bring frustrations

Happy endings all around

He pulled up speeding – she immediately grew hot thinking of what was to come. He was angry about something. Frustrated or irritated whichever, she could tell the way he carelessly parked, strolling from the car like a man with a mission.

She waited patiently for his approach; no words were said as they greeted with a swift kiss-then down to business.

She never wore much, for easy access depending on his mood. It was a warm night- she had on a dress. He pushed her backwards into the picnic table-a new location each time. Spontaneous excitement what’s kept this alive.

He knew what she liked and didn’t think twice when he spread his palm against her chest to get her to lie flat. He loved when she stared at him like that -with defiance and submission as he pulled her towards him-the table a perfect height.

She liked the way he looked at her(always acting like he wasn’t). Didn’t fully hide his attraction but he did. Strictly business was his m.o and she loved how he handled his. Couldn’t help her leg start to shake with anticipation as he rubbed his head against her lips. She saw the small smile he allowed, from how wet she was for him. just for him. and sucked in a breath refusing to moan as he slowly worked his way in. wet or not, she was easily torn and this was the hardest part.

He glanced around the quiet park, before leaning forward sheathing himself entirely-and capturing her cry in his mouth. He whispered, “sshhh,” for added effect and fucked her slow and deep. Each thrust causing a reaction. A shudder. A gasp. Her wrists were trapped underneath his hands to prevent her from marking him. a scratch…bite, hell a hickey would never be tolerated.

So, she did what she knew would please him most, silently begging him with her eyes and muted moans. She detached her legs from around his waist sliding down enough for one to go onto his shoulder. thinking this would relieve her a little, only made the pressure and pleasure intensify. Eliciting a groan from him, an almost animalistic sound and his hands tightened as he hit deep inside her, the position, the angle giving him her entirety- feeling her throb and clench around him. his name was moaned almost painfully, and he remembered where they were, the sounds of sex reverberating in the surrounding silence.

He slowed and pulled out, another glance around to be sure, and when he looked back, all he saw was ass.

Her lowerbody was against the table, and she was twerking one cheek at a time to get his attention. He was mesmerized. For the moment. Then he remembered his timing.

He slapped the moving cheek suddenly, and swore he saw her squirt a little. Slapping the other, listening to the moan she made had him thinking, when they had more time that would be something to explore but for now…he grabbed her waist and didn’t take much to find her entrance again. This angle was different. and he was not gonna last long were his thoughts as he slid in between those lips and back into that tight pool. She was biting her lip, and looking back at him when he looked up from the way his dick disappeared with each thrust. It made his mouth water a bit, the way her ass bounced off his stomach with each push backwards from her. The push and pull had begun, and for every rough thrust, she gave an equal response, until he relaxed and let her ride that dick as hard as she wanted. Lowering her body all the way so that her nipples were rubbing against the wood. He was getting close. Her lower back winded each time, and he caught himself staring at the tattoos, wanting to trace them with his tongue. *the fuck??* went his mental alarm, and he had to finish up.

Back in control, one hand held her waist and the other twisted in her hair as he yanked her head back and started fucking her all over again. It wasn’t violent but could have been-based on the sounds one passing by would have heard. His fingernails dug into her waist as he felt her start shaking around him once again. This time he was ready. “Good girl,” he muttered feeling her cum around him.

She felt his lips on her shoulder as his thrusts grew more erratic. She felt him swell within her but did not expect the teeth, the bite as he came, hard as fuck but soundless. He licked the bruise he made, as an apology and pulled out a final time.

No words were said as he used his undershirt to wipe the excess from her inner thighs and cleaned himself off – they went their separate ways, heading back to their own separate lives. But with a smile, both with the same thought… “cant wait to see you next week.”

A/n: practice safe sex people. My imagination cant contract diseases. You can

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Punishment of Sorts

"Where have you been?"

Fuck. I thought you were sleep. I didn't know what time it was or where my phone was. The only thing I could remember was you telling me not to get too drunk. I totally failed.

You were glaring now, and I glanced at the clock. Fuck again. 3 am. Told you I would be home before 2.

Two strikes.

I gave you the baby eyes hoping to find some mercy. There was none.

"on your knees" you said - more growl than words.

I tried to take my heels off

You moved faster than I thought, holding my wrists tight

"keep them on. Now, on your knees."

I looked up at you as I went down slowly to keep my balance.

Your cock was hard but confined in your boxers. He was swollen. You'd clearly been stroking him, waiting on my return. I almost giggled before remembering the position I was in.

You freed him slowly and popped him against my lips a couple times. Your eyes stayed on mine, they were growing darker by the second as I flicked my tongue out to lick away some of the precome you left behind.

"back up." was a command

I did until my shoes hit the wall.

One of your hands wrapped in my hair, the other guided your cock against my lips.

"babe" I tried to talk, but your hand tightened in my hair

"quiet." was another growl

"you didn't call to say you'd be late, now use your mouth for something more useful"

Ah. Knew it. You were ticked off and I was in the wrong, so no fighting, I moaned and opened my mouth.

He always tasted sweet, but you werent trying to let me enjoy it. No, this was a punishment.

You eased him in a couple times, to get him slick. And once I took a good enough breath you began to fuck my throat.

My eyes widened but yet I looked up at you and took the dick banging against my tonsils with each stroke trying not to gag.

Tears welled in my eyes with the effort but still I managed to start some suction as your thrusts slowed and became deeper.

Your accent came out now, full fledged as you fussed me out and praised me at the same time for sucking your dick so well.

I admit, your voice, your control... Your fist yanking my hair with each movement of your hips started a fire inside of me.

I relaxed my back against the wall and found a way inside my panties to feel me soaking through them.

I started to rub my clit as you started the deep throat challenge. Pushing yourself as far into my throat as you could before pulling out.

Something was said in your native tongue and I lost it, and bit of myself as I came hard, almost losing my balance in the process.

You were holding onto the wall now, but your cock was sliding in and out of my throat effortlessly in this position.

A couple curse words later and you pull away, shooting ropes of cum on my dress and the floor.

I slide down now. Sated, shook and ready for bed. But you have other plans. I could tell as you picked me up...carrying me to the tub. The night was far from over.

[kitsune-rose-blog]

Something interesting she'd always read about virgos....they were either too gentle or too aggressive.

She dreamed about this certain virgo...after meeting him again after some years and even tho his smile seemed shy and secretive...his eyes held something dark and dangerous.

She wanted to dive right in.

She wanted to unravel him...but he tried to warn her, avoid her...ignore her.

She wouldnt let him...she wanted to push him and be his escape. She wanted to feel that hardness he portrayed. Somethin solid for once.

And finally they were alone. Being honest with him got her in..and he went for a kiss with the most basic instruction "just say 'stop' if it gets too much"

His voice was lower in this intimate setting, and she clung to his words as they held a threatening promise, firm hand on her thigh starting to squeeze as their lips touched. Quick. Once..twice and then she let herself go. Sucked in his lower lip and kept sucking like a binki his eyes almost crossed

It was too perfect

But he couldn't lose control...not just yet.

He pulled her onto his lap and turned them around on the couch before she could breathe. He was stronger than she thought and now she was underneath him.

She wasnt going anywhere.

She tried to distract him again by sucking in his lip. He let her but occupied himself with gettin her naked. And once she was, he had to reign himself in tight. She wasnt his.

Yet.

His dick had been at attention since walking in the door, the lil smoke session and small talk had been nice. But there wasnt any reason to be shy no more. She was gonna get what she's been asking for.

Starting now..

"You a lil horny bitch huh?"

Defiance flooded her eyes at the name callin but a flick to her clit made her instantly forget

He rubbed a little more wetness onto her nub and alternated his gaze from watching it swell and watching her eyes glaze with pleasure.

"This pussy bout to feel so good on my dick..."

His voice came again as his finger sped up and she clenched around nothin and moaned thru her first orgasm.

He took note that she wasnt loud. She wasnt extra. And as a burst of wetness flooded from her, he realized jus how real she was.

He had to taste.

Jus a quick lap turned into a deep sniff and his body started to hum. She smelled like a fruit he could eat forever. Wet and juicy. Fresh and musky at the same time. She smelled natural no cover and he was quick to get addicted.

But not yet.

He pulled himself away and dropped his own shorts. She couldnt see his dick due to his shirt and their position. She didn't try to feel for it either.

  Before he started thinkin too much he lined himself up and stroked his way in.

Heat. Still. Engulfed him.

She made a choking noise but still didn't cry out

He fucked her.

Slow. She felt every inch. Every vein as he drew out and pumped in. He found himself staring at the way her pussy clenched around his dick. The cream that foamed with each thrust.

"Yes please" was a whisper. And then he looked up to see her eyes were half closed, mouth half open. "Say it again" he demanded. He knew what he heard.

"Please," was a moan now. And it hit him hard.

He got rougher. Losing control. His thrusts became sporadic and deep. With the intention to hurt but hurt good. He pinched a nipple before suddenly grabbing her throat.

"This shit is mine."

Was a growl. A demand. A threat.

Her instant orgasm. Her cum burst around him in a sea of wet suction and shakes and he pounded through it. Keeping his eyes on hers..he felt himself about to bust and pulled out. Pulled away.

Pulled his shorts up.

She almost got him. He almost let her.

No worries. There was always next time. And there would be a guaranteed. Next time.

[kitsune-rose-blog]

First Fire Girl

I double check her breathing: shallow with some control. She intrigued me. In more ways than one. Even now, she stared up at the ceiling behind her eyelids, determined not to give into the scene.

My patience could last forever, but the night was waning fast…and without something solid. An anchor to keepsake this vulnerability…this opportunity would close soon and that would be the end of everything. Now was the time to act.

So I did. Continued tiptoeing my fingertips between her thighs and around her stomach. Her breathing hitched as they danced beneath her perky breasts. Through the tank-top, I could see her nipples were hardening. I bet they were the color of peach or darker but I couldn't risk losing momentum to see.

I stopped thinking, else any change in confidence would cause her to start. I leaned forward wrapping my lips around one of those pert buds. Her reaction was instant and predictable. A gasp arch moan as I started to suck violently-flicking my tongue against it as I pulled at the flesh. She couldn’t fight those feelings. A sob wrenched from her as my fingers joined in, finding her other nipple twisting and squeezing at varied strengths.

I switched when her hands tangled in my hair. She loved the abuse-but still through her shirt to prevent marks. She wasn’t mine... yet. And if I saw her skin, that beautiful.. unmarred skin. Clear milk from lack of sunlight and flushed where her blood grew hot and rushed…I could feel my fangs slide past their barrier. The pain clicked me back into the moment.

I forced myself to calm down. Remain in control-for a wild wind would stir up an uncontrollable inferno-with no control of the flames and which direction they could spread. Anything and everything would be consumed by that fire until nothing remained. Still air…I coaxed myself to blow gently.

I sucked the right nipple slowly, noting how her hands stroked my head, and unconsciously played in my kinked curls. My tongue prodded gently and lapped at it as my fingers squeezed the left breast. Clutching the entire figure of it, squeezing to make the nipple stand erect-I allowed my thumb to skate across the abused area to feel her seize up underneath me. Her cry synonymous with the orgasm that caught her off guard.

“Fucking Gemini,” she gasped as her body shook with aftershocks of it. Her first words…comparable to a compliment but I wasn’t just any Gemini. But clearly I wasn’t her first either. That….may have shattered and semblance of control I placed on myself. She beamed up at me, triumphant as she sensed what her words did to my aura.

I gave her what she wanted.

A low growl ripped through me as I resumed my violent stimulation. I tightened both hands around her boobs, hard enough for there to be bruises through the shirt. I would have torn it under different circumstances. Her nipples were perfect and at my mercy: stiff pleasure sensors to be nipped at and nibbled, sucked, and squeezed until my name was a wailing echo she couldn’t fake. Her second orgasm undeniable-her small body wracking with the pleasure I could see.

Made me want more.

I didn’t stop myself. Those boobs were a bookmark, I’d come back to later. Different ways I could please and punish her flooded my imagination from what she showed me from that lil bitty play time. It was time for my pleasure. Her panties were simple cotton, and soaked-they disappeared somewhere on the floor like her shirt should have done. *no marks* I reminded myself, shimmying down the couch keeping my lips on some part of her skin. Feeling her heat up underneath my touch was….worth everything. Before she could make a sound or deny my next step, her legs were on my shoulders.

My mouth wrapped around her clit. And I closed my eyes, as hers popped open in surprise? Nah, but blurred excitement. She thought I was done? *Heh, poor lamb* there was much more to come. Her head fell back, beautiful sheet of red and gold against the black of the couch as my tongue tasted her. *hooked.* her ginger hairs were soft against my nose as I nuzzled her sweet mound. Her cum -still flowing as I lapped the juices around her clit causing her to cry out and push away from me.

Fuck that.

I groaned in delight as I sucked in her taste. My tongue became a hungry beast of its own; searching how deep it could go, how hard could it press against her folds, how rough it could turn with a slight twist of my head. I burrowed in that pussy, literally drowning in the wetness that covered my face, my senses. Learning what made her writhe…fight…and scream. 

Aaaah…that sound. Pure delight. As I kissed her swollen clit again and came up to kiss her lips. She devoured mine without second thoughts, eager to taste herself. Happy to see that I was real. That this was real. “Wow babes…”she adopted my pet name breathing against my lips. Our heartbeats were opposite, hers wild beats thumping against her chest. Mine barely heard. Her third explosion had me dripping..could feel my own panties dampen but still, wasn’t done yet.

I kissed her again to distract her. She relaxed into my lips, didn’t even notice my fingers tracing her thighs. I smiled. And thrust two fingers deep inside her-deep to where my fingers met my hand, my palm pressed against her wet clit, friction against the overstimulated button. The middle two fingers gave me jus enough…power and length to curve and brush her g-spot. Her legs opened and stayed spread, as she stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes. I put slight force in my thrusts, not too much but enough for her to taste what I could do.

Her mouth was open in pants and gasps as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her.  I growled in satisfaction as she started riding my fingers-moaning and praising me for fucking her so well. I could have quit with some pride. Not only did  I get ‘lil miss priss’ to come 4 times, and counting- I have the saint saying some pretty bad words too. I could feel my mouth water as I continued to pump my wrist. Feeling her wetness flood over my hand. This was the first of many nights I would fuck her…each time going further than the last. She was mine. And she would know it before the sun came up.