I put the last of the dirty dishes in the sink and allowed myself a semi-smirk as I turned around. “Well, I told you it wasn’t going to be much, but I halfway surprised myself how that turned out. Wasn’t this better than staying at home and watching Dancing with the Stars or going out with your vapid girl friends?”
She slowly drained the remnants of her second glass of wine. She then held the glass upright at eye level and stared at it intensely for a few seconds as if the answers to the universe were scrawled in it.
“Not really.” She glanced at me and, after a pause, smiled slightly and said, “Thanks for making dinner for me. It was nice. You know I’d like to stay, b–“
“No, no, don’t start apologizing. Your day starts early tomorrow, and I know you need to get some sleep. I just couldn’t let your birthday go by without doing something for you.”
I walked past her and out of the kitchen towards the front door. It took a lot of willpower not to mumble selfishly under my breath in passing. Always the friend. As long as I had known her, I was always the guy she wanted to hang out with and talk to but never the guy she wanted to…
Crap. My hand grasped the doorknob. Oh, hell, no. Not in my own apartment. I’ll be damned if I’m going to have that woman getting me down on myself. That. Drop-dead gorgeous. Sexy. Little belle. And I did like her as a friend. She was funny and smart and a smoking hot piece of…
Damn it. No way. I realized how tired I was of playing it safe. There was something on my mind, and I was going to figure out a way to say it.
Deep breath. My hand was still on the knob to the front door. I didn’t dare turn around until I got the courage to start saying my peace. “Look, I know your Saturday is supposed to be busy, but they CAN do without you, you know?”
I turned to her as I spoke, “Why not play hooky with me and–“
She pounced.
She pinned me against the door and kissed me with a passion that I had no idea she felt. Well, toward me anyway. Her hands held my head firmly, and she slipped her calf behind my ankle and slid it up my leg. My arms went around her back involuntarily. I got lost in the moment and enjoyed the wonderful sensations of our tongues dancing together.
WAIT. What the fuck?
I pushed her back quickly. “You’ve been drinking and haven’t gotten laid in 6 months. This isn’t about us, is it?”
Christ. Could I have been a bigger idiot? I had pushed her back so abruptly that she had stumbled back and ended up flat against the wall. She looked pissed. She must have unbuttoned her black suit jacket before she attacked me because there she was in front of me in black heels, black skirt, and an open jacket, so her black lace bra was quite visible against her light skin. Oh, my. The freckles. My breathing quickened at the sight before me.
I willed myself to focus on her face when all I wanted to do was watch her breasts heave as she tried to catch her breath. At that moment, I realized the look I was getting here wasn’t her pissed. It was her just plain horny.
“Shut up. It’s my birthday. I want my present.” She demanded looking at my crotch.
Sweet mother of mercy! I took a deep breath and willed myself to be calm. I was going to get control of this girl right now.
I pointed to my belt. “This?” I unbuckled it. “Is this what you want?”
She stared at what I was doing. Transfixed, she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes!” she hissed.
I smirked. I’ve got you now, girl, I thought. I pulled my belt off, doubled it over and snapped it hard. CRACK! “OK, if that’s what the birthday girl wants, that’s what she’s going to get.” I was grinning now.
She looked me in the eye. “Oh, no. You wouldn’t!”
I quickly bent down, wrapped my arm around her waist, put her over my shoulder, and picked her up in one quick motion. “I would!”
She started kicking and beating my back with her fists. “You’re a real bastard!” she growled.
I tossed the belt aside and dropped her on the couch. Before she could recover, I was sitting down and had pulled her across my lap facing the couch seat. “It wouldn’t be much of a birthday without the requisite number of birthday spankings, now would it?”
“I swear to God, you’d better not touch that tight, smoking hot ass, or I’ll–“
I brought my hand down hard. SMACK!
“Or you’ll what?” I brought my hand down on to ass quickly, but without the same force. THWAP! “Exactly?”
SMACK! Another hard one.
“I’ll–“
THWAP. Much lighter, and this time, lingering on her perfect ass through her skirt.
“Ooh, I’ll…”
POP. This one was just enough to make a sound, as I really just used it as an excuse to slide my hand under her skirt and knead her ass with clear intent.
“Oh, thank God.” she whispered breathlessly.
I REALLY have you now, doll! I was being gentler and significantly more sensual to that wondrously curvy behind, but I continued to pop her butt with my hand another half a dozen times. She almanbahis yeni giriş wasn’t trying to escape any longer, if she ever truly was at all, and was now raising her ass to meet each blow and moaning.
“What was that you said?” Watching her ass move after each slap was really getting me worked up. I so wanted to bend her over and leave a big bite mark on her ass cheek for her to see in the mirror long after this session.
Instead, I just smacked her ass hard again. She cooed, and I could tell she was smiling. I was imagining how red her skin was going to be when I moved that skirt out of the way. When she spoke, her voice was raspy, “Waiting for you to make a move was going to be the death of me.” THWAP.
“I’m not making a move.” I slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. “This is a platonic birthday spanking.” I squeezed her ass hard. My thumb dipped between her thighs and brushed her entrance through the fabric of her panties.
That did it. She arched her back, pushed up on her arms, and looked me in the eye. “Your raging hard-on pressing against my stomach kind of gives you away, you know.” She kissed me deeper than before and then broke away only long enough to reposition herself, straddling me. I wasn’t going to get the full complement of birthday spankings in, obviously.
She started to pull her jacket off.
“NO!” I said abruptly. “Leave it on.”
I was surprised when she just giggled in my face, considering I had just barked at her. Obviously amused at a clothes fetish that had just announced itself, she whispered in my ear, “Know what I want for my birthday? I really, really want to suck your cock.” Pulling away slightly, she looked me right in the eye, deadly serious. She rocked back and forth teasingly on my cock. I was having a tough time concentrating with her grinding against me.
“Isn’t a blowjob what I’m supposed to want for my birthday?” I asked, and in a dumbfounded tone of voice that likely made me sound like the biggest dumbass on the planet at that very moment. For reference guys, if your girl whispers this in your ear, be sure to answer in your most compliant tone of voice, “Yes, miss.”
Lucky for me, she either didn’t notice or knew exactly what a drooling idiot she had just turned me into with that comment and chose to ignore it. “What can I say?” she shrugged. “I’m one of those girls that loves giving head.” And suddenly, she was kneeling on the floor in front of me unbuttoning my pants. What’s a guy supposed to do? I helped her pull off my pants, of course.
“Ooh, I figured you were a boxer briefs type of guy.” She nibbled at my dick through the fabric. So much for me being in control — THAT certainly didn’t last very long. I closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing to me. When I opened my eyes, she was watching my reactions intently as she teased me mercilessly. “Stop playing with me, you dirty girl,” I whispered.
She readily complied. Quickly pulling my boxers down, she gobbled down half my erection in a single bound. Slowly, she pulled her mouth off and released it from her warm, wet mouth. She then slid her tongue from the head down to the base and flicked her tongue lightly and quickly over every square inch of my balls while she jerked my cock with her hand. Then, back up the underside of cock and back into her mouth — even deeper than before. I reached down to caress her breasts through the lace bra as she continued to methodically work my erection with her mouth and hands–a slice of heaven.
It didn’t take much of this for me to decide she was an expert cocksucker. It was clear that she really enjoyed toying with me this way, and I so much wanted to give in to the sensations she was subjecting me to. My hand caressed her cheek as she bobbed up and down sensually. She stopped stroking my cock with her hands but kept sucking. Grabbing both my hands and placing them on either side of her head, she came up for air and said, “Show me what you like,” before sucking my cock back down.
I was extremely worked up at this point and could have easily fucked her face hard until her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out. I hesitated for a second, not wanting her to think (or realize, that is) that I was a complete asshole, but when she closed her eyes and moaned contentedly, I lost it and started pulling her head onto my cock. I controlled the rhythm and depth, and she took it like a pro. I was now in complete heaven. After a few minutes, I got very close, and she batted my hands away. “Oh, no, you don’t–“
I was way ahead of her anyway. I was already off the couch and leaning in to kiss her. I pushed her back on down onto the floor and laid next to her. My hand was already sliding up her thigh and pushing her skirt around her hips. I kissed her neck hungrily.
“I’m ready! Please don’t tease me — I’m ready to fuck! Now!” She croaked hoarsely.
“Ok, ok. Relax. It’s just me. Of course, I won’t tease you.” I pulled her panties aside and dipped almanbahis giriş two fingers insider her. Wetter than Niagara Falls. She moaned softly. Once my fingers were nice and moist, I pulled them from inside her and started to tease her clit, trapping it between my slippery fingers. I continued to kiss and nibble her neck, her clavicles, and behind her ears, and even as preoccupied as I was with this, I could still smell her scent. She wasn’t exaggerating. She was completely and 100% ready for my cock.
She writhed (closer to “thrashing about”) and moaned constantly; a thin sheen of sweat was coating her body now. She eyed me lustily and bit her lip. I entered her again with my fingers and started working her in a rhythm. She matched my rhythm with her hips and grabbed my hand to provide guidance on what she needed. After a minute of slowly quickening the pace, I curled my fingers upward until I found her g-spot.
“I was right the first time! You are a bast…ar…ar…”
She never finished the statement as her orgasm overtook her and her words became groans of pleasure. I continued to thrust my fingers inside her until her hips stopped bucking, and her orgasm subsided.
Recovering quickly, she pushed my hand away from her wetness, rolled me onto my back, laid down on top of me, and continued to kiss me hungrily. Her long tresses fell around both of our faces and shut out the rest of the world like a darkroom curtain.
I wasn’t yet willing to relinquish the control over her I had worked hard to achieve, so I started to roll on top of her. “Oh, no, you don’t!” she said as she checked the roll and tried to reverse the direction. As we kissed and molested each other with our hands, we rolled around on the floor, each refusing to relinquish control to the other.
BANG.
We hit the coffee table with our bodies, knocking off a few books and a few ugly knick-knacks I had picked up at Pier 1 (or was it IKEA?) to make the apartment a little more “girl-friendly.” Now they were all over the floor, making the area we were rolling around in a lot less “fuck-friendly.”
Seeing me distracted by the localized destruction, she quickly rolled back on top, planted her knees firmly on either side of me, and sat up looking very smug with herself. She looked around at the mess and laughed (probably because of my crappy taste in decorating). I locked my hands behind her lower back and pulled myself up to her, kissing her the exposed part of breasts along my way up to her mouth. Before kissing me again, she whispered softly, “Now, are you ready for me to fuck the raging hard cock I’m sitting on, you crazy, sexy boy?”
“Nope.” I chose this moment to slip a hand under panties and press a finger firmly against her asshole. Her eyes went wide, and in that split second of surprise, I pulled my legs under me, put my arms around her, leaned forward, and put her right on her back — her flailing arms finding the end table.
CRASH! Annnnnd, there went the lamp.
I made a quick mental note to keep us away from the TV, or I’d go broke repairing the destruction being left in the wake of our initial liaison.
I laid on top of her, kissing my way from her neck to behind her ear. I roughly pulled her panties out of the way and then positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. She had locked her feet behind my back and was doing everything in her power to pull me inside her. I was near the end of my rope resisting, but I thought I’d try one last thing before I gave in.
“I’m sensing that you want someth–“
“FUUUUCK ME!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
I reacted to raw lust in her voice without thinking. I grabbed her hips and pushed my entire length into her as forcefully as I could. I ground my body slowly into her clit for a few seconds and then pulled out of her completely. I pushed back inside her hard again and again and again, and she purred almost incoherently, “fuckmeogodyesfuckmefuckmefuckme!”
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. CHRIST! What a fucking moron I was! I pulled out of her suddenly and looked around for my wallet — the closest condom in the apartment.
“Nononono! What are you–?” She saw me looking around and guessed what I was thinking. Quickly grabbing my cock and pulling it back inside her warmth, she laughed and said, “For once, the Boy Scout isn’t prepared! Well, I am prepared, so stop worrying and keep fucking!” I knew about the pill from enough candid conversations with her here and there, but I would have never taken it for granted without bringing up the issue. I was satisfied only because I knew she was telling the truth and not just lost in the moment. Which she totally was. Heh.
But if she was going to tease me for being a nice guy (or “responsible,” more accurately), then I was about to show her something to the contrary. I pulled her legs from around my back, moved her ankles to my shoulders, put my hands on the floor on either side of her waist…
…and almanbahis güvenilirmi started pounding the living daylights out of her.
“Oh…my…God…you…big…dicked….bastard…keep…knocking….the….bottom…out…of…my…tight…little…hole….” she managed to grunt out between thrusts.
OK, so I hadn’t expected that kind of reaction.
Here I was inside her as deeply as I could think to penetrate her and was fucking her as hard I could possibly manage, and she was soaking every sensation up like a sponge. She was a wanton slut. My wanton slut. And I was loving every second of it. At that point, I stopped worrying about hurting her and whether I needed to hold back my frustrations and just gave in to the sensations and the sights.
And what a sight she presented:
Her hair was splayed on the floor like a mane, framing her beautiful face and her angelic features ever so perfectly. Her eyes were closed and her brow furrowed from what I had hoped was an expression of intense and developing pleasure. Her bottom lip had all but disappeared as she was biting down on it and had been for some time now. She was still wearing her jacket, but it had slipped off her shoulders and was offering no cover for the rest of her lovely figure. Close to the same could be said of her bra. The straps, too, had fallen from her shoulders and I had been fucking her so hard that her breasts had freed themselves of the cups and were bouncing unimpeded by fabric in time with my every thrust. I so desperately wanted to take each of her dark, stiff, swollen nipples into my mouth in turn, but our present position wasn’t going to allow for it. Her skirt had gathered around her waist, and I could see her panties peeking out from underneath, still on, but certainly not how they were intended to be worn in polite company.
Seeing her fully clothed (not exactly) and taking my cock (almost exactly) was such a turn-on because I could imagine this happening anywhere. Her visiting my office — and then with on her back getting pounded on my desk. Me visiting her office — and then with me getting ridden in her adjustable chair. Us going out to dinner at a nice restaurant — and then with us doing it standing up against the wall in the ladies’ room. Us going to the movies — and then with her bent over the next row of seats and taken from behind.
Thinking about these possibilities had gotten me increasingly turned on, and I was taking it out on her. It worked before I realized it. She opened her eyes suddenly, inhaled sharply, screamed a primal, guttural sound, and her body shuddered and shook violently. I kept the same pace through her orgasm, expecting her to put a hand to my chest when she wanted me to slow down. She never did.
Instead, she came again.
This time, she didn’t make a sound. She just closed her eyes tightly, bit her bottom lip until it was white, and grunted and breathed hard until her whole complexion was reddened from the blood flow. We were both very sweaty by this time, and the general aroma was astounding: I could smell the fruit shampoo she used on her hair, the baby powder she used who knew where, her wonderful pussy, and the indefinable scent of our mingled sweat. As she came down from her high, I started to slow the pace to keep her from getting too sensitive from the pounding. Well, I was certainly getting sensitive to it, anyway. And tired. I needed a quick break before the home stretch.
She opened her eyes and smiled. I slowed down to a more sensual pace and started taking longer strokes inside her. I straightened up a little to take pressure off her ankles. She let them slide from my shoulders and rested her feet on the floor. Taking a few moments to catch my breath, I leaned down to kiss her. Her hands slid up my back and stopped when she reached my head. She grabbed hold with each hand and held a death grip on my hair as she kissed me almost violently. Or maybe it was me who kissed her violently in reaction to the hair pulling. Regardless of who started it, my slowing the pace clearly hadn’t dulled the hunger we both felt for the other.
I caressed her breast with a hand while we kissed. She found my bottom lip and bit it hard but still playfully. I pinched her nipple the same way. She gasped and let go of my lip.
She pushed me back and said, “I saw you watching me while you pounded the shit out of me, didn’t I?” She closed her eyes, started to run her hands sensually all over her body, and was quickly writhing in pleasure from the result. My balls tightened, and I quickened the pace at the sight. She giggled at my predictable reaction to the private show she was putting on for me. “Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
She was right. She was playing for keeps. I’ll admit that I had been holding back my orgasm up to this point by changing the pace or angle of penetration slightly. Part of this was to bring her off first, but a big part of it was simply because I so desperately wanted to take her from behind. Doggy style was always the ultimate goal in my mind when this started — the thought of her lovely, firm, and gloriously round ass peeking out from under that skirt every now and then while I held on to those curvy hips had been keeping me from flooding her insides with my seed.