The Limo

I picked you up at the airport with a limo… nothing’s too good for you. You grin when you see that, a sparkle in your eyes. I know exactly what’s on your mind at that moment, and can’t wait to get in the car. The chauffeur winks at you… He too knows what you are up too. I rush in the back seat, not wanting either of you seeing me blushing. I can hear you laugh at something the other man tells you… God, how I love that laugh! I see you give some money to the driver through the tinted glass, wondering what deal you made with him.

You finally enter the car, still smiling broadly, and sit very close to me. As soon as the chauffeur takes his seat, he closes the partition glass and we find ourselves alone, like in a cocoon. The look you send me at that moment speaks volume. Without a word, you reach out for my dress, almost ripping it apart, as your lips crush mine in a scorching kiss. I gasp and you slip your tongue in my mouth, not giving me any time to adjust to your fury. I surrender in a sigh, your hands travelling on my body and leaving me no peace. It’s a war that’s going on in the back seat of this limo. A war you will win, for I am already under your spell.

I find myself naked from the waist up, not knowing how it happened, my bra nowhere to be seen. You pull me against you so my back is pressed against your chest. My head fall backwards, leaning on your shoulder, while your right hand comes to my neck as if you wanted to strangle me. Your left hand goes down my body, until it reaches the lace of my underwear. I hold my breath, waiting for your fingers to work their magic. I can feel your breath on my ear, as you murmur what you are going to do to me. Your fingers find the way under the lace, gently probing, and you hum in my ear as you notice the wetness that invaded my pussy.

Your mouth comes to my neck, nibbling, kissing, biting, while your fingers keep their ballet under the lace. My breath begins to be erratic, and my body slowly moves to try to put more pressure where your fingertips just brushed me. The hand on my neck increases the pressure, ordering me to stay still. I close my eyes and obey you, leaving you in charge of my pleasure.    

As I lay still, you take advantage of me, doing whatever pleases you. Your fingers resume their sweet torture, sending flashes of pleasure throughout my whole body. You circle my clitoris, before plunging into my dampness, snatching moans out of me. My hands come to join yours, as the orgasm hits me, shaking my body from head to toe.

My body is limp from the pleasure, my eyes can’t focus properly, and I almost fall asleep in your arms. You gently shake me as the limo slows down and I realize we’ve reached our destination. You help me get dressed tenderly, your eyes never leaving my face. I suppose that you like to see that look of contentment on it.

As the car comes to a complete stop, I remember something I wanted to ask you.

“Why did you give money to the chauffeur? I already paid for everything.”

You smile at me, the back of your hand brushing my cheek.

“I wanted him to take the longest route…”

My Menage Fantasy Part I

Oh God, what am I about to do?

Janice looked at the two men in front of her. She loved them with equal passion, and was unable to choose. Brent was the first to suggest it.

“Why would you choose? I’m willing to share you with him, if he agrees. Why don’t you ask him, you could be surprise…”

So she asked him. And guess what? He accepted it…On one condition: He wasn’t attracted by men and didn’t want any…interraction with Brent. She was ok with that, after all, she wanted both of them for herself.

And here she was, looking at those two men who were waiting for her to stop blushing and shaking like a schoolgirl.

Marcus wasn’t very happy. He was there because he loved Janice, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to handle it. What if he couldn’t stand to see Brent’s hands on her? This was so awkward, all of them waiting for someone else to move. Maybe he should be the first to go to her. As soon as the thought formed in his mind, he saw Brent standing up and walking to meet Janice. Damn! Brent drew her into his arms and kissed her, slowly, his lips lingering over her mouth. Janice seemed to melt into the kiss and Marcus clenched his teeth. She was molding against him, arching her head back into his waiting hand and baring more of her neck. Brent took advantage of her tempting skin under his lips and nibbled at her. She moaned in his arms.

Marcus’ balls hurt. His chest hurt. Damn it, he couldn’t take this any longer. Torn, he stood there staring at Brent and Janice sharing the intimacy of wet kisses, hungry, going out of his fucking mind. He unconsciously took a step forward as Brent was starting to undress her.

“Should I?” Brent asked him, hands poised on the last fold of the tie at her waist.

Janice sent him a dazed look over her shoulder. She was so ready for it now. All her apprehensions were gone as long as her shyness. She wanted them, both of them, with a force she didn’t know she had inside her.

Brent’s fingers inched down Janice’s legs to brush over the sensitive area just above her clit. She was happy she didn't wear any panties. He used his other hand to unfasten the belt that was keeping the dress at her waist, and it felt on the floor. And now she was totally, stunningly naked.

Brent wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Marcus has now a clear view of her glistering pussy and he heard Janice drew a ragged breath. What was he doing on this side of the bed, all alone, with his desire burning his entire body? The hell with it, he wouldn’t stand there any longer!

From the corner of her eyes, Janice saw Marcus marched around the bed and move forward with a determined look, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He finally reached them, and pressed himself against her back, wrapping his right arm around her waist. His hand went down, aiming at her pussy in a soft gesture that contrasted with his hungry look. He lowered the hand on her thigh, tracing lazy patterns through her pussy before he slowly dipped inside, watching her body swallow it. With a moan, she rested the back of her head on Marcus’ shoulder while Brent watched him penetrate her with one finger, slowly fucking her, before adding another one.

Brent didn’t stay motionless too long, that wasn't in his nature. He bent his head forward until his mouth brushed an already erected nipple. He began to suck it gently, whirling his tongue around it, then he bit it slightly, having Janice gasped from pain and pleasure at the same time. He eased the bite by gently licking it, then went to give the same treatment to her other nipple.

Janice was slowly losing her mind, the sensation of Marcus’ fingers and Brent’s mouth almost overwhelming. She reached down and pushed Marcus’ hand away, plunging her fingers in her pussy, then she held up one wet finger and traced her nipple with her juices.

“Taste me,” she pleaded to Brent who didn’t hesitate and sucked on the coated nipple, licking off every drop. Marcus’ hand came back to its original task, his mouth nibbling at her neck.

“Will you let me taste you too?” He whispered in her ear, the caress of his finger intensifying with each strokes. Before she could answer, Brent’s hand went to her pussy, mingling with the other man’s fingers. Marcus jumped and stood still as Brent brought his soaked fingers up, stopping at a few inches from Marcus’ mouth and offering them for him to taste.

Janice tensed, worried about Marcus’ reaction to Brent obviously sensual gesture. She looked at the man in front her with pleading eyes but he just smiled and winked at her, his fingers still waiting at Marcus’ mouth. She could feel Marcus tensed body against her, and she prayed he would not leave now…

Quenching Your Thirst

The room was plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the moon when I entered the bedroom. I could guess the shape of your body under the sheets. You were lying on your back, one arm over your eyes, as if the little light from the moon was bothering you. I left my shoes at the door, not wanting to wake up you, and headed to the bed.

I stood there, motionless for a minute, watching you sleep. I couldn’t keep a soft laugh from escaping my lips as I heard you lightly snoring; I would have to record that sound one day, since you never wanted to believe me when I told you that you snore! Without taking my eyes off you, I began to undress, shivering when the cool air brushed my skin.

Naked, standing at the foot of the bed, I hesitated, not knowing if I’ll be welcomed after the long day you had. After a few seconds of reflection, I decided that I had a long day too and deserved a treat, one that only you could provide.

Forgetting my hesitation, I climbed on the bed, crawling over your body slowly, brushing yours almost by accident, until my lips were resting on top of yours. You stirred in your sleep, your arms coming automatically around me without waking up, like an old habit. The feeling was calming, almost smoothing and my body rested on yours in a comfortable embrace.

But all too soon, it wasn’t enough and I needed to feel your skin on mine. The damn sheets were in the way. I reluctantly pulled them back so I could slip under the worrisome cloth and rub myself against your warm skin.

You lazily opened your eyes and stared at me, your gaze not quite focusing yet. After what seemed to be an eternity, you eyes gleamed in recognition. Much to my delight, a smile spread on your magnificent and lusty full lips. I could feel your cock hardening on my stomach, and I shifted a little to press my body more firmly against yours.

I lowered my head until my lips reached your shoulder, my tongue sticking out to taste your skin. Your scent invaded my nostril. I breathed deeply, combining my smell and my taste to fill me with your essence. Your hands travelled down my back, reaching my ass, squeezing it lightly, while your mouth followed the same pattern as mine.

We stayed there, enjoying the licking and nibbling, until you abruptly rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed with a savage look on your face. The move startled me and I fought to catch my breath, totally taken by surprise.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. Waking me up when I was sleeping so deeply. And dreaming too…the most wonderful dream. I had you pinned on the bed and was savoring your sweet little pussy until you cried for mercy. I guess that I’ll have to make you pay for interrupting it… And I have an idea of what your punishment will be…”

My eyes widened at your statement, your words and your voice sending chills all over my skin. My body began to relax. I closed my eyes, putting my fate in your skilled hands and mouth.

Not wasting any time, you slowly began your descent along my body. Your tongue circled one of my nipples, lavishing it with all your expertise. You pinched lightly the other one between your fingers, just the way I like it. Your hands rested on my arms, forbidden me to move and my back arched to push my nipple further in your mouth. You raised your head so your eyes could meet mine and grinned at me.

“I’m going to release your arms, because I need to go down on you to quench my thirst. You are not allowed to move them. You’re going to endure whatever I’ll do to you, and you’re going to stay perfectly still. Is that clear?”

I faintly nodded, not trusting my voice at that moment, the thought of what you were going to do to me is overwhelming.

“Good. Now try to relax and enjoy. I know I will.”

You knelt between my legs, placing your hands on my knees to open them broadly, exposing my already dripping pussy to your sight. You stayed there, looking intensely while slowly licking your lips, giving me a glimpse of what this fantastic tool would do to me.

You finally lowered your head and your tongue began to draw every folds of my pussy. You started by intentionally avoiding my clit, triggering a series of moans of protest. You kept teasing me, not allowing your tongue to touch the part of my body that wanted the most to be touched. I could feel my orgasm willing to erupt but unable to reach its fulfillment and I groaned in frustration.

You finally took pity on be, and after a low rumble escaped your throat, your tongue came to rest on my clit. Not moving, just resting there to tease me a little longer. And then, very slowly, your tongue encircled my clit, licking it with gusto, like you were savoring the best meal of your life.

I knew I wasn’t allowed to move my arms, but I couldn’t help it, my hands went for my breasts, slightly grabbing them to enhance the pleasure you were already giving me. My head went back, my back arched as the long-awaited orgasm exploded, making me scream your name in a hoarse voice.   

Miss You So Much

I miss the talks we used to have, I miss the voice I used to hear... I miss hearing your crazy but cool stories, and above all these... I just miss you!



I Want To Devour You Part 2

You abruptly raise your head and look at me. Your eyes are dazed with pleasure and you seem not able to focus. "You.... What??"

I smile and repeat my question. "Where do you want to come, in my mouth or deep inside me?"

I can't help myself and burst out laughing as I watch your brain struggle to comprehend my words. I know exactly when you finally understand the question by the twinkle that flares in your eyes.

Your voice is low and husky with need. "Baby, as much as I love that talented mouth of yours, I love that sweet, oh so tight pussy of yours even more."

A sensual smile appears on your lips and your body relaxes. Your hand cradles my chin and your lips embrace mine in a hungry kiss. I rise up on my hands and knees and my legs straddle your hips. I shift around until my pussy sits poised right above your rock hard cock. My hand goes to your chest and caresses the small fluff that covers it.

Your kisses always thrill me and this kiss is no exception. My tongue invades your mouth and you suckle on it the same way you lavish my clit. You break the kiss and your eyes lock with mine. The hunger written all over your face sends shivers down my spine.

You put your hands on my waist and push me slowly down, until your cock gently enters me. My hole opens up for you and swallows the head. An electric shock ripples from my pussy to the top of my head. I am going with wild desire and you're content to tease me. You hold me up and slowly roll your hips, pumping just the head in and out of me. I capture your lips and moan in your mouth, unable to resist the pleasure that pierces my body.

I tear myself away from your mouth, and arch my back, silently begging you to feed me more cock. "Ooooh...." I shout when you lift me up and slam me down on the full length of your throbbing shaft.

I rest my hands on your thighs and my head falls backwards. My flowing hair caresses my back and I begin to move on you. You're in me so deep.... You lean forward to wrap your lips around my nipple and my whole body begins to shake and tremble.  

Happy Meal

The restaurant was famous but at this hour, it was almost empty. We sat down and ordered, then ate in a peaceful silence. When the addition came, I went downstairs to wash my hands. After a minute, I saw him in the mirror. He didn’t say a thing and put his hands on my waist. He was so sure of his power over me. He took my hand and headed for the last stall, the largest, and locked the door. He pushed me against the wall, facing it, and put my hands flat on it. His hands sneaked under my skirt and reached the lace of my panties and tore them. I didn’t dare to make a sound, my head spinning and my body shaking. He put his chin on my shoulder and nibbled my ear, while his fingers checked that I was ready for him. He introduced a finger in me, then two, stroked me, inside, outside, as a prelude to what would inevitably happen. I heard the sound of a zipper and suddenly he pressed himself against me. He muttered a curse when his skin made contact with mine while I stifled a moan. Finally, I felt his hard cock plunged into me and he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing force. We heard the door open and the voice of two women filled the silence. I bit my tongue while he continued his comings and goings like we were still alone. I felt my orgasm building and I couldn’t do anything to prevent it. The women finally went out and my orgasm erupted with an intensity that left me breathless. I felt his cock twitching in me as he too reached his orgasm. After a minute of total stillness, we began to put some order in our appearance. I realised that I didn’t have any panties anymore and my skin was red as we crossed our way out of the restaurant.

Homecoming

You asked me to pick you up at the airport and I can’t wait to see you again, after two months being without you. The traffic is slowing me down and I curse, afraid to be late. I finally reach the airport just in time, park my car and run to the place we agreed to meet. Breathless, I look around until my eyes set on you. You’re standing near the big window that allows you to watch the planes take off, gazing into space, not aware of the look the women near you are giving you; in that moment, I feel so proud that you are mine… As if you sense my presence, you slowly turn around to meet my eyes, a smile playing on your lips. I run to you, unable to restrain myself; you open your arms to catch me in a swirling embrace, your mouth finding mine, giving me a scorching kiss.

Laughing, holding each other tight, we finally exit the airport to reach my car. The drive back home is easier, the night is now here, and the traffic is fluid. We don’t talk but touch each other, your hand on my thigh, caressing it, letting me know that you are as impatient as me to be home. The electricity in the car is intolerable and I can’t wait to show you properly how much I missed you.

After what seems an eternity, we finally reach the house and I park the car in the backyard. As soon as I turn the engine off, you take me in your arms to bring me on your lap. Before I can argue that we need to get inside the house, you strip me in a hurry and latch at my body like a starved man.